Maybe's 8. Blowing Red
I took Red up to my room. As we walked, he was silent and seemed to change from voyeur to professor. We sat down at my desk, and he coached me through the first problem. On the second I began to understand. After the third, he said, "This is the threshold and I think you've got it now. You'll coast through the rest of the quarter." He sounded a little tense.
"Wow, is that a relief, Dr. Adams."
"Not a problem, and call me Red -- except in class of course. You know."
"Sure thing, Red. I really appreciate you helping me. I don't think I'd ever get it by myself. Boy, it really feels strange to call you by your first name."
"I know. Look, any bumps in the road, and I don't think there'll be any, well, just email me, address is in the syllabus." Red got up and stood behind my chair. He put his hand on my shoulder. "And you understand, we don't mention how we happened to be at Prince's, not to anyone," and he squeezed a little.
"I got it, Red."
"I mean, it mustn't get to the chair," I nodded, "or the dean." Pause. "But that doesn't mean we couldn't get together, I mean, say for coffee, or in my office -- during office hours -- time's in the syllabus. I really enjoyed, uh meeting you." Then he bent over me and put his hand on my thigh, just south of my crotch. He said softly in my ear, "You've got a great body, Zack, and when I watched you and Prince, you know, fucking and you came together like one animal it was all I could do not to unzip my fly."
He sounded so shy, this red headed prof who lectured to a hundred students at a time in Stat 101, that I pulled his head into my neck and said, "So why didn't you. You could do it now." He seemed to sob, then held his breath.
"Here, I'll help you." I pivoted in my chair so I was facing his crotch, fumbled for the tab on his zipper and felt a swelling under the cloth. Red was already on his way to a big hard on. I pulled down the tab and said, "I owe you big time, and I can help you with this -- if you want me to."
"Oh my god yes." I slipped my hand into his fly, found his cock and eased it out through the fly of his boxers. He was much bigger than I expected for a man of his height, not a beautiful cock like Tom or Prince, but a handsome one. Maybe five inches, cut, with a full mushroom head on a thick shaft, and bright orange red. There was some Viking hidden in this man. I pulled down his pants and his boxers so his cock bobbed up as I did, and there were his freckled skin and hairy red bush with his cock now maybe six inches and sticking straight at me, three inches from my mouth.
I reached for his balls and rolled them around, looking up at him "Nice balls, hefty, full -- they need to be emptied."
"Yeah, they ache all the time."
"That's a shame. You're hung, Red, I bet you play with them a lot. Anyone else play with them?"
"No." His breathing got a little faster.
"No wife? No girlfriends, no boy friends?" He shook his head.
"So you're kind of virgin and I'm you're the first."
"Yeah. Something like that." His moaning got deeper.
"Well let me help. It's always better when someone else does it," and I started a soft slow stroke, "that is, if you want me to?"
His cock was hard and the veins that vined around it throbbed in my hand. "Oh yes, more -- please." He was hard, yeah, but like putty in my hands. I was flying on intuition and he was loving it. I felt powerful, he was my professor and I was just a struggling student in his stat class, but all those distinctions, all those barriers dissolved as I stroked and he moaned.
"You're big and hard, Red, so thick I can just get my hand around your shaft, the best ginger cock I ever saw. Now there's a pearl of precum in your slit -- it's your manly lube, means you want this really bad." I ran a finger lightly just under the crown of his pulsing head. His thighs trembled. "That's really good, right Red?"
"Yes, my balls are dancing. Suck me, Zach. I dream about that."
"I will, I wanna taste ginger, but first let's move to my bed so we can get comfortable." I led him by his cock to the bed and he lay down near the edge. I knelt beside him. "Just stretch out and close your eyes. I'll take care of this."
He did what I said, and I slipped my lips over the head of his cock, slowly sucked in his whole red member, brushed my tongue under the ridge of his crown. He sighed and reached for my head and played with my hair. The smell of his crotch, a little sweaty, a little funky had a sharp edge to it. He began humming.
I picked up jacking speed, and his breath became shorter and shallower. He was close. I slipped my hand between his legs, across the skin to his crack and then to his pucker. I pushed a fingertip tentatively into the center of his soft opening. He flinched and grabbed my arm.
For a moment I thought I'd gone too far, so I held, then I cooed, "It's OK, it will feel good if you let me in. You really want this." He let go of my arm, I started a slow jacking again, and pushed gently into his hole, searching for his prostate, pressing, probing. "You've never felt anyone here before, have you, not you yourself, or anyone else, no I'm your first, I'm taking your cherry. It feels so good, you're hoping for more. I'll show you how to feel even better, just feel my finger searching for the magic spot -- your trigger," he bucked a little, "see, we're there -- finger fucking is so good, but now it gets even better. I gonna suck your hot cock into my mouth and finger and suck harder and jack you with my lips and tongue so you're gonna feel the best you ever felt till it's so good you won't be able to stand it anymore and you'll come in waves and spurts."
His anticipation was so intense that he was trembling. "You ready?"
Reds nodded, "Oh yeah, suck me, boy, suck me and make me cum." He rammed his cock into my mouth and I sucked him hard, he trembled more and shook, his hips rose, his body arched and I knew he was close. "Yes, yes my beautiful cocksucker, right out of my dreams, turn me into a fountain. More, more, don't stop."
My own cock had been twitching all the while and the mad passion of his voice, like a Niagara of pent up longing, triggered me. He came, I came, and he came big.
"Oh god at last, at last -- oh Prince, I can't stand it, I love you -- oh oh oh ooou -- and he filled my mouth with spurt after spurt of thick hot cum and I filled my Jockeys spurt after spurt till they were hot wet rags.
He was finished and his body relaxed into my sheets. I licked up his cum. He turned to me, "Kiss me, Black Prince."
I kissed him and filled his mouth with his own cum. He reacted with shock and opened his eyes. "You're not -- so who's cum am I tasting?"
"No, I'm not Prince, I'm Zack, and that cum is your own."
"Oh, yeah, you're Zack." He laid back and seemed to doze off. I watched him a while recalling what I had just done to my shy but willing prof of stats. I felt a surge of pride, I'd just improvised the whole thing. My gut told me what to do, and I gave him a great blowjob. Way to go, Zack!
I changed my Jockeys and saved the gooey ones, just in case I might need them.
Reds woke and sat up. "Can we do this again, Zach, and maybe soon?'
"You liked my technique?"
"Need more data, but I think I'll get to love it."
"Before we meet again, you know, to gather more data, prof, you gotta learn my name."
"What do you mean, learn your name?"
"Well, I'm Zack, the white guy with the good technique."
"Yeah --"
"Prince is the black guy with the foot long cock."
"You mean I called you -- ?" I nodded. "Damn, don't tell him."
"Like I said before, mum's the word, but let me know what happens with Black Prince, so we can keep the circle tight, unless you want to include the chair and the dean."
"No. The way they lead, I don't think they have any balls."
"No balls?"
"No balls. Now I gotta get dressed."
Professor Redmond Adams left in a hurry on his way back to academia, leaving Red with me.