Do not read this if you are offended by male to male sex. Always practice safe sex.
SEDUCTION BY JIMBO
The college, being primarily a commuter college, had an abundance of lounges and private little waiting areas that students could call home between classes. Absent minded as usual, the little professor had arrived on campus for his meeting more than an hour early that Monday morning. Not only was he an obsessively early person, but he had completely forgotten the time change that weekend and had not changed his clock.
He selected a relatively small lounge quite a distance from the meeting room to save himself embarrassment and settled in for one of his favorite activities: people watching. As the parade of college students passed, he wondered why the younger generations wanted to hide their beauty. Who could but imagine the beautiful bodies that were hidden under the baggy pants and oversized shirts? Why pierce skin that was so sensually glowing? And those ugly tattoos! If there were anything artistic about them, he wouldn't mind, but most of those he saw were atrocities.
He caught his image in a full-mirrored wall and realized that the years were passing. He turned sideways and saw that, although he was consistent in his thrice weekly workouts, time and gravity were starting the downward pull and his time as a cruising gay man was limited.
A possibly attractive coed dressed like a stage tart with piercing everywhere in evidence and leading the imagination to wonder what else might be pierced, sauntered up to a young man in baggy hip hop dress who was reclining on a sofa across the room. Her opening words were:
"Wanna fuck?"
His reply was, "Sure, but I gotta finish reading this shit first."
The professor was shocked. He had nothing against fucking, but these young people today are so blunt. Where's the finesse? Half the fun is in the seduction! He looked directly across from his own seat. Now there was someone to seduce. The young man was about 5'10" and about 170 pounds Blue eyes sparkled under brown curly locks. His tank top and baggy shorts revealed a body a sculptor might have created. Light tufts of soft brown hair peeked from the tank top and covered the muscular legs. The professor blushed when he realized that the boy was quite aware of his appraisal. His mind went back to his own college days and his seduction of Tom Malone.
Tom was a year behind him in college and he was an art student. Studly, handsome, and solitary. He appeared to have no friends and associated with no one. The little professor was new at the game, but he knew he had to have this guy. He went out of his way to talk to Tom. Walking with him to class and to the dining hall. He used flattery excessively, but it always works. He flattered Tom's art work in progress, laughed long and loud at his jokes, and particularly took every opportunity to comment on Tom's beautifully sculpted body which involved hours of his time every day in the gym. The professor volunteered to be his spotter and exclaimed how honored he was to be chosen. He openly admired Tom's choice of clothing, professors, art subjects, and cafeteria food.
When he felt he had Tom fully warmed up, he invited him to spend a weekend at his home when he knew his family would be away for the weekend. Tom seemed very pleased and the weekend started off mildly with dinner out and a movie. Then the real seduction. Alcohol always helps and the professor suggested his father's whiskey. The whiskey guzzling was accompanied with a lot of adolescent-type sex talk then a little soft core porn. Tom was softened up (or should we say "hardened up" by the time they went upstairs to share a double bed.
They lay naked beside each other in bed talking in the dark mostly about sex. Tom said that he had a hardon that just wouldn't quit.
"Me, too," said the professor. "Wanta beat off?"
"In front of someone else?"
"Hell, you do it and I do it and we both know it. I ain't afraid."
"I ain't afraid either. It just seems funny or queer or something."
"Bet it would be fun to jack each other off."
"Hey. man. I ain't queer."
Putting his hand out, the professor let his fingers entwine that absolutely marvelous, seven inch, cut piece of meat he had admired so often in the gym. Tom gasped, then moaned. The professor began to lightly caress the shaft, then the tight hairy balls. Then he started to run his hands lightly over Tom's body, tweaking his nipples just a little. Tom's heart was pounding and he was moaning quite audibly. Then the professor pulled his hand away and lay stiffly on his back.
"Hey man, don't stop now. That felt great!"
The professor grinned in the dark. "I'm not going to do everything," he said. "You gotta do your part too."
There was a long inactive silence. Then slowly the professor felt Tom's hand moving under the covers. Soon a hand was on his thigh. Then fingertips lightly brushed his balls and gingerly explored the length of his throbbing shaft. "Geez, you got a big one," Tom said.
That was all the professor needed. He rolled over and began to actively explore Tom's body. Everywhere that his hands went on Tom, Tom's hands followed suit on him. Then he heard Tom whisper in his ear, "Would you be willing to suck on mine?"
Would he? Just try to keep him off. The professor turned his lithe young body and his eager lips found the swollen purple knob. His tongue went to the piss slit and he twirled his tongue around the head. Tom was moaning loudly and the professor made a mental note not to do this guy when anyone was around: he was a screamer. He licked the hard length of the shaft and then the hairy balls as he moved his own dick into the proper position in front of Tom's lips. As he swallowed Tom's meat into his mouth, he felt Tomgingerly touching his tongue to the professor's cockhead ,then his piss slit. He began to go up and down on Tom's prick, his hands reaching for his beautiful butt cheeks. Pulling Tom deep inside him, he heard Tom cry out loudly and then swallow his penis into his virgin throat.The professor's hands were active in Tom's asshole and Tom was fucking the professor's mouth athletically. Huge loads of virgin cum flowed from both before they temporarily separated.
"Wanta do it some more?" asked Tom. "That really felt good. I wont tell anyone if you don't."
Did he want more? Is the Pope Catholic? They went at it all night. In the morning, nothing was said and they went back to campus. The next week Tom was a little strange on campus and seemed to be avoiding the professor. Then on Friday, Tom called and asked if he'd like to go drinking with him. They had a few beers and Tom claimed to feel a little "woozy." He asked if the professor would walk him back to his off campus room and help him to "lie down." He did. They did. They drank together frequently. Tom always claimed he was too drunk to remember what happened last night. The professor knew exactly what was happening. The seduction was complete.
The professor was startled from his reverie by the arrival on the scene of two of the handsome young stud's friends. All three were apparently members of the same team and stood in the center of the room talking about practice. All were sturdy, well-proportioned young men, but the other two did not compare with the one who had been waiting there. His blue eyes sparkled and he had an easy, full-faced smile. As the boys stood there, they were in constant motion as boys that age are wont to be. The professor followed with his eyes the movements of the boy's hands as they explored his own body unselfconsciously. He lifted his tank top and revealed a perfect set of six-pack abs as he reached upward and fondled his own nipples. At one point his hand wandered into the waistline of the baggy shorts and as he fondled his own butt revealed the crack in his ass. The professor felt his own crotch swelling as he tried to imagine what this magnificent specimen would look like nude. His body was almost as nice as Red Yessi's. The two friends left and the stud sat down again as the professor's mind wandered off again to his seduction years ago of that stunning red-headed athlete.
Red had been a star athlete and very popular on the campus. The professor absolutely marveled at the sheer perfection of this guy's body. He was in perfect proportion, but, although he was an all-season athlete, he spent no extra time in the workout room. He had startlingly red hair and dancing blue eyes. His white skin was smooth and unblemished and there was so much of it. He was open and friendly and unspoiled with everyone. He had been raised on a farm in a very rural area and remained remarkably naive. The professor wanted him so badly, but realized that it would not be an easy seduction.
Step one was to arrange for the professor to be appointed director of an assembly play coming up as part of his theater major studies. He chose a play with a handsome, powerful hero that was set in a medieval period so the men could wear tights. He begged Red to take the part even though he had never been in a play. Red was very reluctant. He had never been in a play and didn't fancy himself on stage. But the professor said that his grade depended on it, that he might flunk out of school if Red didn't help him, and that no one else on the campus could possibly play the part. Put that way, Red agreed to help a friend.
So rehearsals began and Red received a great deal of private coaching from the professor who praised him and hailed him as one of the finest young talents he had ever encountered although the professor was at that time directing his first play and only the same age as Red. He called Red into the dressing room for a costume fitting and had him strip. The professor had seen Red nude in the dormitory and gym many times. It was truly a sight to behold. But having him naked and alone in this backstage room was a real thrill.
The professor went to great pains measuring every part of Red's body saying that he wanted the costume to be perfect. The measuring allowed subtle touches of various parts of the anatomy including detailed brushes with the buns and monumental penis. Several pairs of tights were handed to Red, and, one he was stuffed into them, their texture, color and fit would be examined closely and the professor would make profuse comments on what a fine body, beautiful skin, and outstanding muscles, etc. Red displayed. Red beamed.
Finally a pair of tights was selected but sadly had a hole right in the crotch. Nothing would do but that they would have to be mended right then and there and everyone knows that tights have to be mended while they are being worn. So gingerly the professor knelt before this godlike creature and with a hand inside the tights and on the perfect penis very slowly sewed up the hole. When the opening was closed, the penis was fully erect from all the stimulation. Having removed the tights, Red stood there naked with his eight inches standing straight out in front of him.
"Gee, Red. You really ought to do something about that. It isn't healthy to have all that pent-up energy building up inside you," said the professor nonchalantly almost aghast that Red was so naive he seemed to buy it.
"I wouldn't want to beat off in front of anyone," Red answered.
"Oh, don't be so rural, Red. Here let me help you!" And with that he took hold of that marvelous tool and began to stroke it while Red stood there in the middle of the dressing room stark naked and towering over our little professor friend.
"Wow! That feels great! Nobody ever touched my cock before. Feel me some more."
The professor needed no encouragement. He ran one hand all over Red's amazing body while his other hand continued to slowly but firmly stroke that penis. Red began to thrust from the pelvis and the motion increased. Red began to breathe heavily and his whole body was undulating wildly. Then it happened. He shot a gigantic wad all over the floor and over the little professor.
He apologized profusely to the professor and was totally embarrassed. The professor assured him that it was okay and perfectly natural.
"I guess I'm just so nervous about the play and all. I never done nothing like this before...I...I mean acting...well, I mean...nobody ever touched my meat before...and well..maybe you should come to my room a few times and give me some more coaching. I really need my confidence built.
"Sure, Red, I'm glad to help you out anytime especially after the big favor you did me by taking this part. I'll be glad to give you all the help you want. How about tonight?"
It was agreed. Red had a private room, but the professor had a room mate, a black team mate of Red's. So that evening, the professor bounced on over to Red's room. Red was propped up on his bunk wearing a pair of boxer shorts. When the professor entered, Red told him to lock the door so that they could work uninterrupted. He was happy to oblige.
The professor suggested that Red stand to do his lines and, as he started to recite the speeches he already knew so well, he walked around the room and the professor watched his penis bouncing in the boxers until suddenly the beautiful mushroom shaped head popped out through the slit. The professor's eyes were wide and fixed. The speech went on and more and more of that creamy skin worked its way out of the opening until the penis was standing completely erect and aimed at the professor's face as he sat on the bed.
"Guess you might have to help me release my tensions again," Red said.
Wordlessly the professor leaned forward and kissed the engorged head before him. His tongue went to the piss slit and gobbled the drop of pre-cum that had been hanging there. Slowly he moved his tongue around the head and brought his hands to the top of the boxer shorts and began to slide them down. When Red was again naked, the professor's hands began to explore his body as his tongue licked the impossibly beautiful shaft until he was able to take the full, lemon shaped balls into his mouth. Soon Red was fucking his mouth as his hands explored every inch of that marvelous body. All too quickly, a huge load of milky white cum shot down our hero's throat.
He sat back on the bed and looked with frightened eyes to the expected denunciation from the popular athlete. Red was grinning and his big meat was still firm. "We learn lots of things back on the farm," he said. "Bet I can show you a few tricks! Let's get your clothes off; I wanta see that butt of yours."
Slowly and with great embarrassment, the professor removed his clothes. Once naked he followed Red's instruction as he licked Red's whole body, concentrating particularly on his balls and butt hole. When he thought he would wear out his tongue, he bent over the edge of the bed and felt the full-back's finger in his ass, then two, then three then the terrible pain and pleasure of Red's magnificent organ entering his asshole. Red was considerate. He moved slowly, a bit at a time at first. Then when he settled into a regular rhythm, he put his hand on the professor's hard meat and stroked him until both reached a climax.
The professor was a frequent visitor to Red's room after that to help him with his studies and keep him eligible. Red made a handsome hero in the play and the professor was so proud that he had seduced him into playing the role.
Once again the professor was startled back to the present as a potentially lovely girl in the briefest of mini dresses approached the stud who had been sitting opposite the professor. Why bother to wear a dress at all, he wondered. Certainly doesn't cover much of anything. These girls today are such hussies. Then he reprimanded himself for being so stodgy and watched more intently as the girl stood close to the sitting boy. The professor couldn't hear the soft conversation, but he watched as the boy's hand rested on the back of the girl's knee, then began a massage type motion, the strokes reaching further and further up the girl's dress until the hand was no longer visible but its motion showed under the skirt.
Then suddenly the girl turned and walked away. The professor looked at the boy and then down to the baggy shorts. The boy raised his leg up onto the seat and the professor could see up the boy's leg. There was no doubt about it! That most certainly was the head of the boy's growing penis that the professor saw there. From all his reminiscing and from the sight of this gloriously young stud's body, the professor was feeling quite wet in his pants and realized that he had a meeting coming up.
The boy stood up and his shorts tented out in front of him. He walked slowly toward the men's room. The professor couldn't resist. His legs were jelly as he followed. No one else was in the room except the young man standing at the urinal. The professor walked up to a nearby urinal and looked out of the corner of his eye. The boy had pulled down the front of his shorts and an absolutely perfect, fully erect penis rose above huge, hairy balls. The professor turned and looked openly. The boy was magnificent.
"You want it," the boy said. "Cost you sixty bucks an hour if we go to your place or eighty bucks an hour if you come to mine...right across the street."
The professor was speechless. He realized then that this younger generation really had learned well the art of seduction.
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