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Professor and Mentor
Chapter 3
I was filled with curiosity and anxiety as we, holding onto each other lovingly, walked moved towards the master bedroom. Thoughts were racing through my head as we walked down the hall. I wondered why a young awesome looking dude such as Sean would want to be with an older average looking guy like me. It sure as hell wasn't the size of my manhood. Oh, I'm not small, about average size, but surely not porn star material. I didn't think of myself as one of the beautiful people or have a charming personality, just an average guy on the charm, looks and personality scale.
History professors are not the most gregarious or flamboyant of people or generally not thought of as sexual stallions. Most people would consider a person like me somewhat boring, but I'd proven in the past not to be a boring actor in the bedroom. My late wife was impressed with my sexual prowess the first time we made love. Susan also brought a sense of sexual mastery to our relationship. However, after her death I refused to date.
One day, over a year after Susan's death, I met Charles, another professor. He was older than me by about ten years, but we shared many things in common. Over a period of time we developed a deep-seated friendship. A man in his thirties he was a virile single man who I discovered enjoyed sex with both men and women. We were drinking wine at his place one Friday night where one thing led to the other and before I knew it he had me in bed.
Not only did Charles have me in his bed he had me shrieking with desire. He was pressing all the buttons that turned me on sexually that night. Our torrid session of foreplay lasted into the wee hours of the morning before we enjoyed simultaneous explosive orgasms. Oh, I'd fooled around with guys when I was younger like a lot of kids experimenting learning about sex, but nothing like this guy.
Charles put the sizzle in sex. He set me on fire while fucking me that night. I could see fireworks exploding and I kept screaming for him to fuck me over and over. The more I howled the deeper and harder he fucked me. I'd never been fucked like that before or since. Sadly, our relationship only lasted a few weeks. Charles took a teaching position at a university in New Jersey, ending our relationship. After that I'd had a few one night stands, but nothing serious until William.
William and I had a two years relationship while he worked on his Masters Degree. He was in a different department and school, so I never had him in one of my classes. However, if we had been discovered my teaching days could have been numbered. After Bill departed for New York we continued to e-mail, but after a few weeks he found a new lover in New York. I discovered early in my life that I needed companionship, sexual companionship.
I found that companionship and love when I married during college. Susan and I studied hard and played hard. The two of us met as partners working on a class project. Over the series of research meetings of an afternoon or night we eventually moved from project partners to lovers. We both discovered that we enjoyed experimenting with different types of sexual foreplay. Most importantly we were drawn to heavy oral sex during foreplay. I suppose all that had slipped out on that Friday afternoon as Charles and I drank wine and talked.
In fact, what was playing out between Sean and I was somewhat reminiscent of that awesome weekend with Charles. I guess in my mind the experience with Charles was justification for this developing relationship with Sean.
All I could think about as we walked into the bedroom was getting Sean into the tub for some foreplay and then in my bed. After we removed our socks and underwear we stood there at the foot of my big bed naked, eying each other. Our hands reached for each other's bodies, once again, we'd become sexually aroused viewing the other. Our warm flesh made contact. We continued holding each other in a lover's embrace letting our hands roam over each other's bodies, murmuring sensuous pleasantries complimenting each other.
My hard cock pressed against Sean's body. I needed release of the pent-up desire that had built within me. My cock throbbed painfully and my balls ached woefully. I wanted Sean to suck my cock, draining my nuts, relieving my sexual frustration. I guess he had other notions. The kissing continued as we stood locked in our embrace, naked, cocks touching, hands exploring each other's buttock.
Then Sean said, "Logan, you got a blazing hot bod for a guy your age and one of the best looking dicks I've seen in a while, especially the head on that bad boy."
"Thanks, I'm glad you appreciate what you see. Like good whiskey and wine so do other things appreciate with age," I replied with a smirk.
We turned and began inching towards the big bathroom holding each other. Once inside Sean let out whoop. He walked around excitedly checking out all the amenities while I turned on the mixer valves letting the warm water begin to fill the big two person bath tub.
The bathroom was a lovers paradise. I had remodeled it to accommodate people who were in love and wanted bathing to be an integral part of the foreplay process. I began pouring some bubble bath into the tub. About half way full we stepped into the tub where we prepared to get comfortable in the warm water.
"Oh, I should've asked before we stepped into the tub, would you like some wine or a drink while we bath?"
"Yeah, some more of that red wine would be really great," Sean replied, "stuff gives me that warm all over feeling."
"I hear ya," I said drying my body off, wrapping a towel around my waist before departing the bathroom to get a bottle of wine and couple glasses.