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Professor and Mentor
After finishing a fantastic Saturday afternoon entertaining and drinking wine with some of my former students and colleagues to celebrate the semester ending, all but one of my guests had slipped away. The two of us continued drinking glasses of red wine talking, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Somehow, we managed to roll off the couch onto the living room floor where we continued laughing and wrestling around.
The good-looking chap who was rolling around the soft white carpet wrestling with me was about ten years younger. Suddenly, one of the younger man's moves managed to subdue me, pinning me to the living room floor. The young man sat straddling my torso smiling down at me. Neither of us said a word: the younger man just tickling me.
For me the early evening playfulness was reminiscent of my high school days with friends. Not saying a word the young man would alternate between tickling my ribs and flicking my nipples that were prominent.
After a few minutes the playful young man seemed to become more serious. He leaned back against my legs that were drawn up against his back bent at my knees. As he leaned back against my thighs he began to unfasten the button-fly of his Levis. First he unbuttoned the silver waist button and then the next hidden button and the next and next almost making a choreograph production of it. I don't know why, but for some insane reason the production excited my sensual sensibility and I was doing nothing to fend off the playfulness.
Once the young man reached the last metal button of the fly it splay open in a V for me to see his grey Jockey pouch briefs with a prominent bulge hidden beneath the fabric. Although sexually aroused by his seemingly innocent sexual advances I was filled with anxiety as the choreography played out. Then with slow and deliberate motions he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts, whereby he began working his two lateral-most digits around the flexible band slowly inching the waistband down.
My eyes remained focused on the downward movement of the waistband before me, watching with delight that narrow treasure trail of hair, awaiting the reveal. My eyes widened, my mouth began to water, my breathing increased and my heart was racing. The reveal process began to excite me more and more with each downward movement, exposing more of his pubic area. I knew instinctively with each millimeter the underwear slid down it was ready to unveil the hidden treasure.
Surprisingly, a beautiful enormous circumcised cock sprung from behind the curtain of secrecy, only inches away from my face. I was speechless. What a treasure: truly more than I ever expected. He hooked the waistband underneath his smooth hairless scrotum. I inhaled his fresh manly scent as I stared at the young man's exposed package in awe thinking what a magnificent sight.
A package the likes of which I hadn't seen in my previous 32 years of life. Maybe it was just my imagination or I was overcome by lust. I was sure the young man's cock though not completely aroused yet would measure at least eight inches in length fully erect. I was known to my inner circle as something of a cock connoisseur. I had seen my share of cocks over the years; the good, bad and ugly. However, this one was truly a magnificent beauty, a sculpted work of art. I was overwhelmed by it all and consumed with desire for more.
His smooth full scrotal sac appeared to be stuffed with two nice pecan or small walnut size testicles. Testicles that I was sure were loaded heavy with succulent man honey. I secretly wanted him to squirt his nectar onto my face and into my mouth where I could savor the essence of his man juice. As I gazed at the sight I couldn't help notice the tight pubic bush above the scrotal sac surrounding the base of his thick cock. Not the unkempt pubic hair running wild the likes of other crotch hair I'd seen before. I'd never seen such a magnificent sight and was fascinated by the thrill of what was transpiring.
Oh yes, I wanted some of that fresh plump meat protruding inches away from my face, but remained hesitant. I couldn't understand why I felt confused, yet excited by the sight before me. I wanted to touch it and taste it, yet couldn't bring myself to go for it.
I knew I possessed the physical strength to overpower my subduer. However, for some insane reason I didn't want to make that bold move. My mind was racing. All I could think about was the plump delicious appearing pink cockhead inches away from my face.
From the sight and smell before me my cock had come to life becoming a rigid pole inside my Levis. The smiling individual who held me captive reached behind to cop a feel of the bulge inside my pants. Once he touched the bump he exclaimed, "My, oh my, what do we have here!"
The young man continued caressing my hard cock through the fabric of my outer wear. His cock was becoming more firm with every second. I was truly enjoying the moment. After feeling my erection I'm sure it was no surprise to him that I was enjoying what was taking place. Of course my more rapid breathing and my heart beating 100 miles per hour were dead give away too.
Before I knew what was happening he took the signal to began methodically unbuttoning the fly of my Levis. I exhaled a resigned sighed. Without turning to look back his talented fingers began working the hidden buttons in a skilful method unbuttoning the fly. Once he had my fly fully unbuttoned he slid his hand stealthily beneath the waistband of my underwear where he began to fondle my hard cock with tenderness. I sighed again.
"Oh my, you're circumcised," he said with a big smile, "There's nothing I appreciate more than a nice cut one."
I could feel his soft finger tips tactilely circling the coronal ring of my cock while I was eying his perfect penis. I secretly mused about us sucking each other's cocks to completion. He continued delicately fondling my cock, paying special attention to the corona. I tried listening to what he was saying while he caressed my cockhead, but I could hear nothing.
My hearing was blocked by the roaring and rushing sounds of my thoughts swirling and blood pounding inside my head. My mind was racing back to days past when my cock had been caressed by others. I don't think any of those former lovers possessed the tenderheartedness of this guy's subtle touch. Maybe I was under his spell. My eyes were glued to that big beautiful pink cock before me that had grown to full size.
I could clearly see the blue veins in the shaft, the circumcision scar, texture lines in the pink cockhead and the prominent purplish color coronal ring circling the base of his glans. I noticed there was an ever burgeoning bubble of precum beginning to form at urethral opening.
The clear orb of preseminal fluid appeared to be growing much like a balloon inflating at the tip of his cock. I knew by the presence of precum the young man overpowering me was sexually excited. I was sure it was just a matter of seconds before the tiny spherical mass would grow to a weight where it would break lose and considering the law of gravity fall to my awaiting lips. Once the droplet splashed down it would explode spreading odorless tasteless fluid across my lips.
There was no way the oozing droplet of precum was going to hang there forever. The question was what would I do when it splashed down?
Everything was moving in slow motion. The roar in my head was hindering what the good-looking young man peering down upon me was uttering. All I could see were his lips moving, but the sound was occluded. I could hear nothing except the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. I knew within the next few seconds or at most the next moment that droplet of precum would end its hang time. I knew once the globule touched my lips my tongue would react much like a frog's tongue snatching an insect off a pond lily.
I feared my defensive mechanism would give way as soon as there was splash down. My tongue would reach out to taste the substance and then my awaiting mouth would engulf that magnificent cockhead. My mouth, having a conscience of its own, would open. My lips would begin to engulf the magnificent looking Roman helmet, sucking it fully into my mouth.
The question in my mind was how much of the massive cock would I be able to swallow?
From what I was seeing before me this was the biggest cock, at least the thickest cock, I'd encountered in the past years of sucking cock. Maybe my vision and depth perception was out of whack do to my lust for the cock before me. My mouth was not all that big, but big enough to accommodate most cocks. I was of the opinion that I could swallow at least the first three to four inches of the young man's behemoth member.
Really, all I wanted was just that magnificent cockhead in my mouth. I'd never been a big fan of deep throating and knew the pleasure sensors were located in the glans. Once my lips engulfed the head my tongue would begin encircling it to sensuously stimulate the succulent cockhead.
The chap released my cock from his grip removing his hand from beneath my underwear, but not before placing his thumb and forefinger to my piss slit, retrieving a little dab of my precum. He brought his right hand to his mouth whereby he began licking my pre ejaculate fluid from his index finger and thumb.
Once he'd licked the goo from his thumb he lowered his hand gently inserting his finger into my partial open mouth. I began nursing his finger bringing a smile to his face while watching his hard cock jump for joy. After he removed his finger from my mouth he began leaning forward. His gorgeous fully engorged cock was inching closer to my lips.
As he was leaning forward my hands extended upwards towards his. His hands met mine midway, placing his hands in mine, pushing them to the floor above my head. His beautiful cockhead was now less than an inch away from my lips. I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. The tip of my tongue extended towards the pearlescent droplet. Once my tongue made contact I flicked the droplet away drawing the pearl back into my mouth to savor the taste.
The clear viscous fluid tasted a little bland with maybe just a hint of saltiness. Driven by desire my mouth opened meeting the red Roman helmet to engulf it. Once my mouth closed around the cockhead the young man began to slowly push his cock forward into my wet receptive mouth, but not too far forward before he withdrew. He did this slowly about a half dozen times before removing his member from my mouth.
After he withdrew his cockhead from my mouth my tongue began working the frenulum on underside of the glans. Then my tongue began to encircle the prominent dark coronal ring at the base of the glans. I could hear his moans and sighs, so I knew I was doing an excellent job on his cockhead. The tip of my tongue began exploring his piss slit once again. There was more precum oozing. Once again the young man began to fuck my face.
As things began to speed up I heard him asked, "Do you want me to cum in your mouth or shoot on your face?"
There was no way I was letting this tasty morsel out of my mouth or deny myself the pleasure of his man milk. He continued slowly fucking my face. Now that I had his cock in my mouth I wanted it to last forever, however I knew better.
After a few seconds he began moving faster with each in and out stroke. I felt his cockhead begin to expand and the shaft thicken. The thickening size of his member was almost more than my mouth could accommodate. I knew it would be only a matter of seconds before he had an explosive orgasm. With bated breath I awaited the flood of seminal fluid.
Suddenly, the young man began shooting strings of spooge into my mouth. I lost count as I was eagerly began lapping up the juice. I had already swallowed one load. I continued nursing his plump pink knob, but could sense the cockhead was becoming sensitive. Finally, he pulled back disengaging from my mouth, sliding down the front of my body to a point where our faces met.
His tongue began licking around my lips cleaning up the remainder of his spooge from the stubble of my goatee. Once he had my face clean his lips met mine and our tongues began dueling. After a few minutes of tongue duels we broke apart. He buried his face in my neck next to my ear where he murmured, "Did you enjoy that, professor?"
I was in such a state of bliss all I could utter was, "Uh huh."