The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 6 -- Part II From Justin's viewpoint
What I saw when Professor Allen and I arrived at his apartment after breakfast was incredible. The nicest apartment I could imagine in this city. I'd thought Phil and Todd had a beautiful place. But Professor Allen's put it to shame in both style and sophistication. It was in an old brick building. Probably an old warehouse. But inside the furnishing were sleek and modern and so incredibly. . . I could go on forever, but trust me, it was incredible.
We sat on sleek, stainless steel stools at a black marble countertop in his kitchen. Light poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows. Professo . . . Joe had started to spread out some of my drawings. Admiring them. Studying them.
He stopped at one large one of Billy standing. In it, Billy was holding his semi-hard cock in his right hand. Looking down at it so you couldn't really see his face.
After a moment or two studying the drawing, Joe said, "His hand is wrong. He's holding his own penis. It should look comfortable. Natural. But instead his hand looks tense. See how you have drawn the fingers all tightly held together. That's not how it would be."
With that he set the drawing down and stood up in front of me. Not more than a foot or so away. He casually opened his jeans. He wore no underwear. He was exposing his own semi-hard cock. Not thick, but beautifully proportioned. I was stunned to see him doing this, but too enthralled to say a word. I only watched. In amazement and wonder.
As his jeans slipped down around his ankles, he put his right hand under his cock. Holding it just as Billy had in the drawing. As a matter of fact, I realized he had struck Billy's exact pose. Perfect in every way.
"See," he said. "See how my fingers are slightly spread. That's how it would be. More relaxed and natural. You try it and see if I'm not right."
I guess I wasn't really focused on what Joe was saying as much as what I was seeing. I reached slowly, as if in a dream, toward his cock, which he was still holding in his hand.
"No. Not mine. Yours. Try holding yours and see how your fingers look. I can only hope there will be plenty of time for holding mine later if that's what you want." And he laughed like he'd made a joke. But I couldn't believe he'd said it. And I wasn't at all certain it was a joke.
I apologized and opened my own pants. At this point I wasn't even thinking if this was right or wrong. Normal or strange. I was just doing it. Doing it because this man I was so fascinated by and so attracted to had asked me to. I think at that moment I would have done anything he asked.
I took my cock in my right hand, just as he had done. Just as Billy had done. But the effect was completely different. Completely wrong. Because I was completely hard. My thick cock was not laying gently in my hand. It could not lay gently in my hand. It was hard and throbbing and pointing up. I realized it was so hard it ached. I blushed and apologized.
"You keep apologizing. There's no need. I thought I'd made that point clear." Then with a nod of his head toward my boner, he added, "And I think you have made your point, too."
He then seemed to become a bit confused with the turn of events. He looked away for a moment. But then his eyes were drawn back. Back to look again at my hard, throbbing cock.
"Somehow I hadn't quite expected this. Not so soon anyway. I had hoped. Even longed. But never truly expected that you would . . . I mean that you . . ." He stumbled into silence. Too confused and ill at ease to continue.
I felt sorry for this man who obviously was attracted to me, but also had no idea what he could do. Should do. With me. And my hard cock. Standing mostly naked before him in his home.
"Would you like to touch it?" I asked.
He tightened his lips, looking like he was horribly ashamed, but he nodded, almost imperceptibly, yes. And with that, he took my hard cock in his left hand, brushing my own hand away. He still held his hardening cock as he started to gently stroke mine. I was so weak from the rush of blood to my cock that I slumped down on to the steel stool again. It felt cold on my ass, but his hand felt so warm on my cock.
He released his hold on his own cock, but continued to hold mine. With an honest tone of concern in his voice, he asked, "Are you OK? Should I stop now?"
"Oh, god, it's fine," I said. "I'm fine. Just keep doing that."
And he did. As he gently stroked me, he kicked out of his jeans and knelt in front of me. His face just inches from my throbbing cock. I could feel his warm breath against the most sensitive spot at the base of my cockhead.
"So you're OK with this? I'm not forcing you, am I?"
"God, no," I said. "It's great." And then I couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure.
That seemed to spur him on as he tentatively touched the tip of his tongue to my cock, again at that most sensitive of spots.
"Do you like that?" he said again with a real sense of concern for me. "I've never done this with anyone before."
I thought I couldn't have heard him right. How could that be? He was turning me on like the most experienced lover I could hope for.
"You mean with a student?" I asked.
"No. Never with a man. I've only ever been with my wife. But I have always hoped . . . " And rather than finish, he wrapped his warm, wet lips around my cockhead. Only taking in about half my head. His tongue flicked tentatively at my cocklips. A gentle finger played with that . . . oh shit . . . played with that oh so tender spot at the base of my cockhead. He was so good. This couldn't be his first. I couldn't be his first.
He opened his lips and looked up at me. A bit of his saliva and my pre-cum formed a sagging string between his lower lip and the end of my cock. I didn't think he noticed it.
"Would your boyfriend mind if he knew I was doing this?" He asked as he took a finger, caught the errant strand of pre-jizz and sucked it into his mouth.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. What I was doing. "No," I said in response to his question. "We have an open relationship. As long as we tell each other everything we do, anything is pretty much OK." The words had leapt from my lips as though they were the truth.
"That makes my decision so much easier," he said as he engulfed my cock in his mouth, sucking me gently, rhythmically, expertly. His fingers from one hand played across my nutsack. His other hand stroked my chest.
"If you keep doing this, I'm gonna cum," I said in warning.
"Mmmmm," he murmured, never missing a beat on my cock.
The murmuring was like a vibration that electrified my cock. I let my head fall back and tried to take a couple of deep breaths. I wasn't ready to cum. This was so good, I wanted more. I tried to relax. It was working. The churning in my nuts started to ease.
At last I could breathe again. My cock was really hard and I was still close. But not too close.
I think Joe sensed the change and pulled his mouth off of my cock. "I don't know what turns me on more," he said. "Your art. Your mind. Your body. The taste of your penis when it makes that sweet pre-orgasm lube. You're everything I had hoped for when I came here. A student I can mentor. And a man who can mentor me."
I wasn't sure of the meaning of what he had just said, but his handsome face was so sincere. And I could see that his cock was vouching for his sincerity. He was really turned on by this. And I was his first. I never would have guessed.
"Do you mind if I have my orgasm when you have yours?" he asked. No one had ever asked me that before. He was truly one of a kind. And I was pretty sure he was my kind. And I was his.
"Sure," I said. "You can cum when I do. I'd like that."
And with that he put his lips back around my cock and hummed again. "Mmmmmmm."
I knew this was gonna be quick. Like it or not. I was completely focused on my cock in Joe's mouth. And the way his tongue played across my cockhead. The way his hand stroked me so expertly. So sensually. So seductively. I was also aware of how he was lovingly stroking himself.
His cock looked like it had a nice arch to it when it was hard. And it was leaking a lot of pre-cum. I was about to ask him if maybe we could "69" when I realized it was too late for that.
My juices were building and my cock lengthening even more. He must have sensed it because he started sucking harder and faster on my raging hard-on. Taking it deeper and deeper. His throat was so tight and warm around my cock. He couldn't take all nine inches, but was taking a lot of it. More than enough. He was about to get me off.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned him in a quiet but clear voice. "You can pull off if you want. I cum a lot."
He just kept sucking and started to hum again. That was it. My nuts were disappearing, pulled up so tight they were gone. My cock throbbed. I felt my cum rising and I groaned in shear pleasure. The lust. The heat of the moment. This man. This teacher. This . . .
I never finished that thought. My mind almost shattered as my cock exploded in his mouth. He gagged and choked as I shot load after load into his mouth. But he didn't pull off. I could see cum flowing out of the edges of his mouth. From between his lips. Oozing between my hard spasming cock and his swollen lips. Try as he may, he couldn't keep up with the cum I was pouring into his mouth.
Then I felt his hot cum, splattering against my nuts. On my ass. And, I caught a glimpse of it on his face. So fucking hot. He was cumming like I did. In huge, powerful blasts of cum. So much cum. So hot. I wish I could have seen it better. But what I had seen and felt convinced me this guy was among the best cum machines I'd seen. Better than anything on XTube, in pro vids, or anywhere.
At last I finished cumming and Professor A . . . I was still struggling with this . . . Joe let my semi-hard cock flop from between his lips. A string of cum again hung from his lip to my cock. Until he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I never knew it could be that good," he said. "In all my dreams through the years, it was never with anyone as perfect as you."
I was afraid he was going to want to kiss me, or get close to me. I still wasn't ready for that. I really was into the guy, but it wasn't romantic or personal. Well, maybe a little personal. I guess I wasn't completely sure in my own mind what the attractions were. More complex than I usually dealt with. That was for sure.
He quickly offered me a chance to clean up in the guest bath, while he did the same in the master bath. In a few minutes we were back to talking about my drawings. Techniques. Masters to study. Exercises to do.
And when "the lesson" was over, he turned to me and said in a very teach-to-student voice, "I enjoyed our time together very much. So you know, I'm not quite ready to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime. But I'm very close. I hope you don't think this is just a way to get with you sexually. But I really need to know that the person I select will be completely compatible with me in every way.
"I already made a serious mistake in marrying my wife. I don't want to error in picking this very special person." The comparison sent a chill running through me. It was like he planned to propose. But I shut my mind down from thinking about it as he said, "I'd like to take you and Billy . . . that is his name, right? . . . to dinner some night soon. So we can get to know each other.
"He would have to fit into this arrangement as well as you do almost. He would need to be comfortable with all the time we will spend together. The things I can do and will be doing for you. And for him. There can be no room for jealousy.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm not looking for a lover. I'll find that person in good time. But I need someone who can help me in so many ways. And, I assure you, whom I can help in return in so many more.
"Just let me know when is convenient for the two of you and I'll make reservations."
And with that my first private lesson with Professor Allen was over.
As I headed home to Billy, I couldn't imagine how I could explain this to him. I couldn't imagine how he would react.
Oh, I could. Not good. He'd be furious. We'd be through. But could I give up this opportunity? Billy needed to understand what this could mean to me and to him.
But as I got closer to home, I had to admit to myself that it was going to be hard for Billy to understand. I didn't understand.
Did Joe . . . Professor Allen . . . want to mentor someone? Or did he really just want a boyfriend? A fuck buddy? A play thing? Was this to be a serious opportunity? Or was it little more than a bribe for sex? Would I end up being just a whore?
I realized I didn't even know if anything he had told me was true. I'd never heard a word about such a mentor program. Maybe he'd just used that story to seduce me. Maybe it was all lies.
Then my mind whirled in a new direction and I wondered if it were me who was trying to lure him. Which of us had been the seducer and which the seduced?
After all, I had lied to him, hadn't I? At least about Billy. Maybe even about me. And he was the virgin, at least as far as sex with guys.
Or was it all lies. Both of us. Just leading each other on. For the thrill. For the sex.
My mind was a mess.
What could I possibly tell Billy?
I didn't have a clue what to do. What to say. As I pulled in front of our place – our home – I could see Billy inside through the front window. I just drove on. Not ready to face him. Not ready to face myself.
To be continued . . .
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