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Professor and Mentor
Chapter 2
I had regained all my faculties after the best face fucking ever. Sean's cock in my mouth had disjointed my senses. Now that he'd cum his cock had deflated, but I could still feel its large plumpness pressing against my hard member as Sean lay on top me. He had gotten off, but I was still waiting. My balls ached to be milked of a full load of cum. There was still a lingering taste of Sean's cum in my mouth. My tongue could feel a slick residue of semen on my teeth.
I could hear Sean whispering in my ear, "I've gone to bed every night this past semester dreaming about this moment Professor Phalo," breaking my pattern of thought.
Once again, all I could utter in return was, "Uh huh."
"You know, I knew I couldn't act on my desires, at least not until the semester ended," Sean added as he lifted his head from my neck and rolled slightly off me.
I turned my head facing him. We closed together in slow motion and began kissing soulfully while I ran my fingers through his long silky hair. After a minutes of affectionate kissing and stroking each other we broke apart. I asked, "How did you know I might be receptive to your advances Sean?"
"Towards the end of September you signaled me and there have been other nonverbal signs; however, today you confirmed it."
"I did!"
"Yeah, although your invitations have always been inconspicuous and nonverbal, today you made it clear to me that I should stay later than the other guests," Sean replied. "The way you were paying special attention to me, trying to solicit me over and above all the other guests when I arrived. The way you touched me was electrifying, so I decided to make my move."
"I'm glad you followed through, Sean. You don't know how many times this past semester I looked down upon you from the podium and wanted to know what it would be like to share my bed with you."
"Professor, you don't know how many times I gazed up at you daydreaming about being in your bed with you."
"I'm glad you waited until the semester was over to make your move, Sean."
"I hope I didn't cross the line professor? I mean are you married or do you have a live in companion?" Sean asked.
"No to both. My wife passed away unexpectedly a little over eight years ago, and I haven't had live in companion since this past summer."
"Sorry to hear about your wife sir," Sean replied.
"Yeah, my wife's death was sudden and unexpected. My companion of the last two years departed to do his doctoral studies in New York, so I've been left on my own to fantasize. At times the stress of restraining my wants and desires has been almost more than I could handle."
"Again, sorry to hear, I mean that you've been alone and stressed out and all. Maybe I can help resolve some of the sexual tension you've been experiencing."
"This past semester has been extremely stressful sexually, especially with you taking my class, sitting center in front of me, Sean. What about you Sean, do you have a companion or lover or was what happened a few minutes ago just a fling for you?"
"I hope what happened earlier wasn't just a booty call," Sean replied. "My old boyfriend was killed in a motorcycle accident over a year ago out in San Diego. I haven't been in a relationship with anyone else since. I sure hope this won't be a short-term relationship professor."
"Sorry to hear about your boyfriend, Sean. I guess we both have something in common. You know, suffering the loss of companions and all. I hope we can find consolation in each other's company."
"Yeah. I'd like that," Sean said snuggling back into my body pressing his face into my neck. In a low voice Sean asked, "If we're going to continue this relationship what should I call you? I mean it's a little creepy calling you professor while we're in a situation such as this."
"Call me Logan, Sean."
About that time I felt Sean flicking my hard nipple with his forefinger and thumb. To that I said, "I'll give you an hour to stop that."
"I see we have another commonality."
Sean continued flicking my left nipple while I moaned under his touch. He scooted down a little where his mouth found my hard right nipple. He began biting it lightly through the fabric of my T-shirt. All I could do was moan. I was under Sean's spell and was ready to let this young man do anything he wanted to me that weekend.
Sean turned loose of my nipple looking up he said, "I now know why you wore a sport coat when your teaching."
"Yeah, I've had a problem with erect nipples since high school. Just the fabric rubbing against them brings those bumps to life."
"Same with me if you haven't already noticed."
"Yes, Sean I've seen your hard nubs beneath your T-shirts many times in class or passing on campus."
"I'm curious is our age difference going to make a difference, Sean?"
"No, not to me, what about you? I mean from what I've seen of you with your clothes on and you appear to have a well put together physique. I'm 23 and I suspect you to be late twenties early thirties," Sean said.
"Thank you for the compliment Sean. I'm 32 years old, but feel ten years younger."
We continued to playfully roll around on the carpet kissing and touch each other. His hair smelled so good as it splay across my face. I wanted Sean in the worst way. I wanted him to fill me with his manhood, but I had doubts about that considering the size of his cock. I was worried about whether my ass could take the girth of the monster. I'd have to wait and see how things progressed.
My hands had found Sean's two marvelous mounds. As they were moving around I thought he had well-developed glutes. After a few minutes my right hand was inside his Jockey shorts feeling the warmth of his buns. The forefinger of my right hand was running up and down his ass crack. Sean asked, "You like my ass?"
"Very much. So are you a top or bottom Sean?"
"Most of the time I bottom. Mainly because guys think I'm too big to top them. That was the case with my last boyfriend. He was smaller so he fucked me and I enjoyed it. What about you?"
"I like to top and bottom, but kind of prefer to bottom. As far as I'm concerned there is nothing more sexually satisfying than a nice well-lubricated hard throbbing cock sliding in and out of my ass. One with a nice prominent cockhead that totally tantalizes my love button."
"Many nights I dreamed about what it might be like for you to fuck me," Sean said. "Maybe before the night or weekend is over I'll get to find out, cause I've wanted you for so long."
"Same here," I replied, but now that I've seen that thick monster of yours I'm not sure whether I can take it."
"I know what you mean. My cock's been extra thick since I was like around 17."
We continued to discuss anal intercourse. We also discussed the different type of lubes available, which ones we'd used and the types that might be used to ease the process and lessen the pain of Sean inserting his thick throbbing cock in my ass. I told Sean that I had an array of lubes. We continued playfully arousing each other and then slacking off. We would kiss and then play and kiss more and play more. I was sure he could sense that I was still hard and needed to get a load off. I looked towards the window and noticed that it was dark outside.
I spoke and said, "So, you ready to spend the night with me in my bed Sean?"
Sean looked at me and replied with a big smile, "I thought you'd never ask."
Before we get to that task let's go take a bath in my big tub and then we can get comfortable in my bed."
"Sounds great to me," Sean replied.
"I think you'll really like my bathroom and bedroom."
Sean got up off the floor pulling me up to begin the journey towards the big master bedroom. On the way I said, "You'll find that I appreciate a lot of foreplay. I'm big into that. Something my late wife taught me."
As we entered the bedroom Sean let out yelp of, "Whoa, this place is totally bad ass."
"Wait till you see the bathroom."
"So, do you watch any porn on that big screen television hanging on the wall?"
"Sure do Sean. After we get done bathing I'll put a video on. I've even got a couple in 3D."
"No kidding," Sean replied.
We busied ourselves removing our clothing. I made the comment that I should check to make sure the door was locked. Sean assured me that he'd locked the door after the last guest departed.