The Halls of Academe

THE HALLS OF ACADEME, PART FIVE by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2005 by the author.

I stood stunned for a moment at Drew's revelation. Then I sprang into action.

I pulled on my shorts and shoes as fast as I could, grabbed Drew's shorts and started after him. He was already across the paved path halfway up the hill and about to disappear into the wooded ridge above.

"Drew!" I called. "For Pete's sake, wait up!"

He did finally turn around and wait until I had reached him, my middle-aged body panting with exertion.

"Glenn, I'm going to find him," he said. His hair and skin were still damp from our recent swim. His chest was heaving and there was blue fire in his eyes. I had to pull myself back to reality.

"Okay, but put your pants on. The way you're going, you'll trip and spear your balls on a cactus somewhere."

That raised a smile, at least. Drew grabbed the shorts from me and put them on in one swift motion, then said, "Okay, let's go."

He started to climb the ridge with sinewy grace, me scrabbling after him. As I tried to avoid losing my footing on the loose rocks on the ridge between the scrubby cedar trees, I wondered just why Drew was so eager to find Nathan. What we would do when we confronted him?

We reached an intersection. A smoother trail led off both to the right and left, along the side of the hill. Drew turned to the right.

"I'm pretty sure he went this way."

By now I was out of breath again and sweating, but Drew showed no signs of slowing down. We hiked the ridge for what seemed like a long time, getting further and further away from our spot by the water. We were in a well-known cruising area. A couple of lone men passed us coming in the other direction, naked except for their shoes. They gave us long looks, hoping for some action, but Drew ignored them. His eyes searched the trail ahead and the hill above us.

Suddenly he stopped. "He's up there. And he's with someone."

"Drew, why are we following him?"

He put a finger to his lips.

"Keep your voice down. You can bet his dad doesn't know he comes out here. But now we know."

"If you're over eighteen it's not a crime," I said, but Drew had already left the path and was threading his way between the trees that were practically the only vegetation on the steep hill. I tried to follow, but slipped on the gravel and almost fell. Drew looked back and offered his hand. I took it. His touch as always sent a jolt through me. I could feel the heat from his body, smell his sweat. The cool dip we had taken a little while ago seemed like ancient history. Despite my fatigue and the doubts in my mind I began to feel the excitement of the hunt.

"Is he-" I started to ask, remembering to whisper.

Drew turned. "Naked? Yeah. And so's the guy who's with him. Look."

He pointed. Some distance through the trees ahead I could see two figures embracing, dappled with the sunlight filtering down through the tree branches. His longish, dark hair told me that the one with his back against a tree was Nathan Lewis. I didn't immediately recognize the other one, who had shorter, dirty blond hair and fair skin that set off his muscles. I thought I could see a tattoo on one forearm, bright blue. It was too far to tell what it was.

Nathan and his unknown partner were kissing, passionate and lustful. When they broke apart I could see their cocks jutting up between their bodies. We had stopped some distance away so as not to attract their attention, but we needn't have worried. They were oblivious to anyone and anything around them.

I was going to tell Drew we ought to go, that we'd seen enough, but the words died on my lips as I watched the two boys. My breath quickened and I could feel the heat rising between my own legs. I took a quick glance at Drew and could tell he felt the same. He was watching Nathan and his friend with rapt attention. The bulge in his shorts was obvious.

"If his father could see him now," Drew murmured. Neither of us moved a muscle. I told myself it was because I didn't want them to notice us, but the truth is I couldn't tear my eyes away.

The blond was now kneeling and sucking Nathan, whose hands were on his partner's head. His hands were in motion, grabbing and kneading Nathan's butt, roving up his torso and working his tits as he slid back and forth on his shaft. He pulled back and tickled the head with his tongue. Faint moans and gasps reached our ears.

Soon they were both standing again, their tongues wrestling. The blond boy turned Nathan until he was facing the tree. A hand went to his mouth, then to his crotch.

"My god, he's going to fuck him," Drew said. Despite my half-guilty arousal I was appalled. There was no sign anyone was going to use a rubber.

Nathan bent forward and grabbed the tree with both hands, arching his back to make himself accessible. His partner positioned himself behind the dark-haired student, grabbing his cock and guiding it toward the target. We saw the quick thrust of the blond's hips and Nathan's head snapped up. His cry of pain rang loud and clear in the warm still air. He whipped his head back and a moment later we heard their voices murmuring, probably quarreling over the rough entry.

I guess Nathan lost the argument, because he turned back toward the tree and put his head down again. His hair fell in front of his face, hiding it as his friend began to fuck him with quick, hard thrusts. Nathan braced himself with one hand and used the other to jack himself off while the blond hammered his hole. There was nothing tender or gentle about the sex. They were two horny boys getting their rocks off.

It wasn't long before the gasps and grunts got louder. I saw the blond drill Nathan's ass even faster, his hips becoming a blur of movement. Then with a hoarse cry he jerked his head back, and I knew he was shooting his load. Spasms shook Nathan's body as jets of fluid flew out of his cock and onto the tree trunk.

We watched, silent witnesses to their shared ecstasy. In a few moments their heads sagged in exhaustion. The blond boy lowered himself toward Nathan, kissing his back and neck, keeping his cock buried inside his ass. Nathan raised his head, smiling. As he brushed his hair back he turned his gaze in our direction. The expression of startled horror that crossed his face was almost comical.

"Oh shit!"

In a second the two naked boys were racing away through the woods in separate directions, sliding in the gravel, breaking branches in their haste to get away. When they were out of sight Drew turned to me and grinned.

"Guess they weren't into being watched."

I had been totally caught up in spying on Nathan's tryst, but now shame began to overcome my lust.

"We shouldn't have done that."

Drew shrugged. "They had their fun. So they got a little surprise. That'll teach 'em to fuck in the woods." He turned toward me. "Let's go. We've got to get our stuff."

We retraced our steps, trudging back down the hill toward the lake. Drew had a slight smile on his face. Something about his expression made me uneasy. "Drew, what are you thinking?"

"Well, I see us making a little deal with Mr. Lewis. He drops the sexual harassment charge and we won't tell Daddy what we saw him doing today."

I stopped in my tracks. "That's blackmail."

Drew's jaw set in that stubborn way I knew so well. "And your point? Hasn't that creep caused us enough trouble? We can shut him up for good."

"There's got to be another way." I didn't know why I was taking Nathan's side. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I knew what it was like to have to hide. I knew what Nathan must feel, sneaking around, always worrying about getting caught or someone finding out his dread secret.

"Jesus, Glenn. Are you defending him? After what he did to us? Plastered 'fag' and 'queer' all over our office doors?"

"We don't know for sure he was the one." Something was nagging at me, tickling like a burr at the back of my mind, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I only knew I had to stop Drew from following his impulse to smash Nathan.

"Look, Drew. Suppose you try your plan on Nathan and it backfires. He goes to Jon and tells him you're threatening him."

"Then I'll tell him what was going on here. You can back me up."

"And the fact that you saw it? Jon's made it clear he doesn't like you. He might use your being at the nude beach as a reason to terminate you for cause. Especially since you're already under suspicion of sexual harassment." I didn't want to think about what might happen to me as well, tenured or not.

I saw Drew's face change. He saw what I was getting at, and he didn't like it. His fists clenched in frustration.

"Damn it. I hate that little shit."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Nathan recognized us. I'm betting we'll hear from him first."

Drew thought about this. "Maybe you're right. But I'm telling you, Glenn, I don't know how I can just go on teaching him as if nothing happened."

I looked him in the eye. "That's exactly what you should do. And promise me one more thing."

"What?"

"If he comes to you, don't say or do anything. Just refer him to me."

Drew opened his mouth to protest, but I shook my head.

"I'm serious, Drew. Let me handle it. That's a request from your chair."

He stared, then lowered his eyes.

"Okay. I guess I did mess it up pretty bad the last time."

Inside I sighed with relief. I could only hope Drew would keep his word and not do anything rash. "We'd better get back to our spot. You want to take another dip? We sort of cut things short."

Drew shook his head. "Nah. All this walking's tired me out. Besides," he said with a leer, "Watching them back there got me kind of hot. Maybe we should go home and try that position ourselves."

I laughed. "One-track mind."

Things happened fast after that.

First, Nathan Lewis was absent from Drew's class for a week. I called the Academic Dean's office to find out if something had happened to him. There was no report of illness or other emergency. I thought about telling Elden about his son's disappearance from World Civ, but decided against it.

Drew got a note saying that the hearing concerning the sexual harassment charge against him had been scheduled for mid-April. I was still hoping there wouldn't have to be one.

But the most important thing happened purely by chance.

One day after my early morning class I was walking toward the Union building to get a mid-morning cup of coffee. As I got to the main entrance a student was walking out.

I have to admit I take notice of the more attractive male students around campus, though I like to think I'm not too obvious about it. This one wore blue jeans and a t-shirt, pretty much the standard uniform around campus for guys, but the t-shirt fit like a glove on his shoulders and chest, which were packed with muscle, surprising on his short, slender frame. The jeans were likewise tighter than the loose baggy things that were the style these days, bulging at the crotch in a way that would have caught my eye anywhere.

Trying not to stare at the obvious place I met his gaze, and recoiled. Icy blue eyes glared at me beneath a shock of dark blond hair.

Why would a Steelman student I didn't know look at me with such hostility? The next moment I had my answer.

I noticed an abstract starburst design emblazoned on the pale golden skin of one bare forearm. It had been only a bright blue blotch from fifty feet away in the woods above the lake, but the color combination was burned into my mind.

I didn't let my face give anything away as I entered the building, but my heart was pounding, my thoughts whirling. Nathan's boyfriend was another Steelman student. I'd probably seen him before. That might have been what was bugging me that day in the woods when I was trying to talk Drew out of blackmailing Nathan.

He in turn had recognized me as one of the dirty old men who'd been spying on them. What might he do with that knowledge?

I phoned Philip Ramsey that afternoon. For someone as discreet as he was, Phil was pretty up on who was gay on campus and what they were up to. I figured he might know who Nathan's friend in the woods was.

He guessed why I was calling. "Any leads on the perp?" he asked.

"Maybe. Is your office door shut?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

I described the student I'd seen that morning coming out of the Union. Philip didn't take long to hazard a guess.

"Sounds like it could be Paul Heller. You think he did it?"

"I don't know. Could be."

"Hmm." Phil paused. "Well, for what it's worth, Paul Heller deserves his name. Remember me telling you about LEGAL, the gay students' association, voting to endorse outing? Paul's in LEGAL, and from what I hear, he was one of the ones pushing the idea the hardest. Said it was the only way to smash institutionalized oppression on the Steelman campus. What makes you think he's the one?"

I wasn't about to tell Philip the whole story, much as I liked him. "Not sure, Phil, but he certainly has it in for me for some reason. Gave me a look that could've frozen hell over. And I've never had him in class, had no idea who he was until you told me."

"Well, that's not a whole lot of evidence. Maybe you flunked his boyfriend or something."

"Yeah, maybe. Thanks." I hung up the phone and thought. So Nathan's bud was a member of a student organization advocating outing. He could have had access to the posterboard. It would make more sense, though, if the nasty signs had appeared after we'd seen them making it in the woods, rather than before.

Still, I had the feeling that more pieces of the puzzle were falling together, and that the key, as it always had been, was Nathan Lewis. I reminded myself of what I had told Drew--it was better to wait, let him sweat a little. Still, it was hard not to seek him out myself and demand some answers.

I got them sooner than I could have imagined.

It was five o'clock the next afternoon. Despite all this hanging over our heads the normal business of Steelman College had to go on, and I was exhausted after a long day of teaching and work. I leaned back in my chair, stretching and yawning, my eyes bleary from staring at the computer screen. I'd just about decided to call it a day when I heard a voice at my door. "Dr. Reynolds?"

Nathan must have planned to come when there weren't going to be many people around. I kept my face impassive, even though my heart had leaped in my chest when I saw him. "Come in."

He entered the office, shutting the door behind him. I briefly debated telling Nathan to keep it open, then decided against it. Surely he wasn't going to level a sexual harassment charge at me as well. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm Nathan Lewis. My father's Professor Lewis, in the English Department."

I nodded, not letting on that I knew very well who he was.

Nathan shifted back and forth on his feet, not looking at me. I couldn't help noticing how thin he was, how tired he looked, his hair unkempt and dark circles under his eyes.

"Could I sit down?" he asked.

I indicated the sofa. He sat in silence for several moments, then burst out, "I- I came to see what you were going to do."

"Do?"

Nathan finally looked at me. His eyes were wide and haunted. "About what you all saw last week. At the lake."

I paused a long time before I answered. "Nathan, Dr. Ohlen and I have not said a word to anyone about that. And we have no intention of doing so."

"I don't believe you!" Nathan exclaimed, startling me with his vehemence. He got up and paced the small office, grabbing his hair with clenched fists, then turned to me again. "Please. I'll do anything. Just don't out me to my dad. He'll disown me, if he doesn't kill me first."

I shook my head. "I'm telling the truth. We're not outing anyone." I couldn't resist adding, "Dr. Ohlen and I have been outed ourselves recently. We know how unpleasant it is."

"That wasn't me." Nathan interrupted. "You've got to believe me."

"Okay, then." I let my eyes bore into his. "Have any idea who it was?"

"No." Nathan's eyes shifted. I didn't believe him, but decided not to push it for the moment.

"You know, Nathan, Dr. Ohlen and I are concerned about you."

Disbelief appeared in his face. "Why?"

"Well, we couldn't help noticing--your partner wasn't using protection."

"You mean a rubber?" Nathan snorted. "He'd never do that."

"So you and he are monogamous?"

Cynical laughter. "That's a good one. Paul's fucked every gay guy on campus, and some straight ones too."

I sighed. "So he's such a good fuck he's worth risking your life for?"

Suddenly Nathan's face crumbled in anguish. "No," he choked out. "Every time I tell myself I'm not going to do it any more with him. He won't let me break up. Says he'll tell my father if I do."

Indignation rose inside me. "Nathan, that's blackmail. He's abusing you. You don't have to put up with that."

He gave me a weary look. "You have no idea what my dad is like about gays. What he says about them. I know I never should have gotten mixed up with Paul. I couldn't help it. He just does something to me. That's how he got me to tell him about Dr. Ohlen."

I chose my words with care. "That you liked Drew a lot?"

"Yeah. He's hot." Nathan blushed. "I'm sorry. I know you and he-"

I shook my head. "No problem. What happened?"

"From the first day in his class I couldn't think of anything but him. I acted like an idiot. Sent him stupid little notes. I couldn't talk to him. Couldn't even hand in my papers in person. Had to go by his office and slide them under the door when I knew he wasn't there."

So Nathan was the one who had written those anonymous messages. "But he didn't return your feelings."

"He had no idea. I was just the dweeb sitting in the back, the class screw-up. I got so mad after a while. Why couldn't he see how I felt?"

"So you'd thought you'd get even. That's why you filed the harassment charge."

"Yeah." Nathan brushed his hair out of his face, the same way he'd done at the lake. His hands were fine, pale with long delicate fingers. "Stupid, huh? After a while I was sorry I'd done it. I finally screwed up the courage to go to Drew's-I mean Dr. Ohlen's office. I was going to tell him how I felt, ask him to forgive me. I lost it-started crying in front of him. So embarrassed. He was nice, he hugged me. But then--he told me he had someone."

He looked at me again. "I guessed right away it was you. I'd seen you together. You can just tell sometimes."

I knew he was right. Dirk and I had tried our best to stay hidden, back in that small Oklahoma town-but someone had guessed our secret. It was like the old nightmare all over again. Remembering the despair and anger I'd felt back then made my voice harsh.

"So you got mad all over again. Decided to get revenge. Make me and Drew suffer for standing in your way."

"You mean the signs? I told you I had nothing to do with that." Nathan's voice rose. "Why won't you believe me?"

"Then who are you protecting, Nathan? You know who did it." Nathan was silent. "Don't you?"

No answer.

"It was Paul, wasn't it?"

My shot had hit home. Nathan's eyes grew even wider, and the color drained from his face.

"H-how did you know?"

He looked ill with fright. A voice inside warned me not to go too far, that this boy could be pushed over the edge real easy. I kept my voice calm.

"Just a guess. Paul's your boyfriend. He'd be jealous of anyone you liked. He's a hothead who thinks outing people is social justice. I bet it was real easy to put him up to it."

"But I didn't!" Nathan was on the verge of tears. "I had no idea he was going to do what he did, Dr. Reynolds. He'd been after me to sleep with him for quite a while. After that meeting in Dr. Ohlen's office I was a basket case. I guess I was an easy mark. After we went to bed he got me to tell him everything. I told him about Drew and you. He'd cruised Dr. Ohlen once and gotten turned down. He must have decided to get revenge for that.

"When he told me a couple of weeks ago that he'd put up the signs I couldn't believe it. Told him I was going to turn him in. Then he got ugly, said he'd go to my father if I told, or if I broke up with him."

He looked at the floor. Despite all the trouble he had caused us I felt sorry for him.

"Nathan, listen to me. You can put all of this behind you."

He turned to me. "How?"

"Go to the Provost and tell him what Paul's done. Everything. He's harassed and threatened you, and spread hate speech around campus. All this is grounds for expulsion, or at least suspension. We can get him out of here, fast."

"I can't do that." Nathan was sullen. "Why would some straight administrative type care about my boyfriend problems?"

"Nathan, Dr. Evans is gay. He'll understand and support you." Before Nathan had a chance to react to this I went on. "Especially if you do what you were going to do and withdraw the sexual harassment charge against Dr. Ohlen."

Nathan shook his head, doubt clouding his eyes. "What if Paul comes back? What if he figures out I ratted on him, and tells my dad about me?"

"Don't give him that power over you." I went for broke. "Listen to me, Nathan. You've got to tell your father about yourself. Do that and you're free."

He jerked to his feet. "No. Didn't I tell you I can't do that. I've got to go." He walked toward the door.

"If you don't, someone else will."

He wheeled, eyes blazing. "Now's look who's talking blackmail."

I shook my head. "Nathan, people already know."

"What the hell do you mean?"

I told him what I had overheard in the cafeteria, weeks ago. "Don't ask me how they knew. But they did. How long before your father hears the rumor, if he hasn't already?"

Nathan's pale face grew even paler. "Christ. My life's over. I might as well off myself."

"No!" It came out sharper than I intended. "Think, Nathan. What's the worst that can happen if your father finds out?"

"He'll disown me. Throw me out. I'll be living on the streets."

I looked him in the eye. "You have my word-if your father throws you out, I'll take you in."

Utter disbelief crossed his face. I couldn't quite believe I'd said it myself.

"Why would you do that?"

I opened my mouth, and found the words without hesitation. "Those signs that Paul put up weren't the first time I've been outed, Nathan. It happened to me before. You can survive, if someone's there for you. I'll be there for you."

We stood in silence. Then I saw a single tear start from his eye and roll down his cheek. The next moment he was in my arms, sobbing. I hugged him tightly to me, talking to him in a soft voice, trying to comfort him.

A couple of weeks after that the hearing Drew and I had anticipated and feared for so long took place, though not like we'd imagined it.

Nathan had followed my advice, gone to Jon and told him the whole story. Paul Heller tried to tough it out at first, but eventually admitted he had posted the hateful signs. He was suspended from Steelman and ordered to leave immediately. A restraining order was issued so he couldn't set foot back on campus, which must have eased Nathan's mind a bit.

What was supposed to be the sexual harassment hearing was now going to be Nathan's public withdrawal of his charge. Drew and I sat in Jon's office late one Wednesday afternoon, mostly in silence, waiting for Nathan and his father. Relations between Jon Evans and me were still strained. I wasn't sure at this point whether things would ever be quite the same between us, which made me sad.

There was a knock on the door and Nathan and Elden Lewis entered. The senior English professor gave Jon's hand a perfunctory shake, and barely nodded hello to us. Nathan fidgeted, pale and silent.

We all sat. Jon asked Nathan if he had a statement ready. Nathan nodded, and drew a piece of paper out of his pocket. The few sentences he read were brief and to the point. He was withdrawing the charge he had made against Professor Ohlen. He apologized to everyone for the distress and trouble he had caused.

Jon said to Drew, "Do you accept Mr. Lewis's apology, Dr. Ohlen? If you do, this means you promise not to take any retaliatory action against this student. No record of the charge will remain on any aspect of your permanent record, or in your professional file."

Drew nodded. "Yes, I accept this student's apology."

Just like that, it was over. A few minutes later we were walking out of the administration building. We weren't saying anything to each other--I guess we were still a bit in shock.

"Glenn?" A voice called behind me in the hallway. We turned. Elden Lewis was coming toward us. Nathan wasn't with him. I didn't really feel like talking to him, of all people, but I forced myself to stop and wait.

"Do we have to?" Drew muttered.

"Yes," I replied. I nodded at Elden as he caught up to us. Up close he looked haggard and worn, and to my surprise I found myself feeling sorry for him.

"I tried to get Nathan to come with me, but he wouldn't," Elden said. "He's withdrawing from school for the rest of this term."

"Understandable," Drew said, his lips tight.

Elden looked him in the eye then. "I know my son has caused you an awful lot of grief. I want to say I'm sorry about all of this."

A beat, then Drew gave a curt nod. I felt compelled to say something.

"I hope Nathan can get some help."

Lewis nodded. "All his life he's fought these feelings. It's made him crazy."

I kept my voice even. "He's been fighting them because of you. It might help for you to let him know he doesn't have to."

Nathan's father stared at me. Drew said, "C'mon, Glenn." He started to walk away. Elden still stood in silence. I waited a moment longer, then shrugged and followed my lover.

"I'm glad you said that," Drew said when I caught up with him.

I shrugged. "Fat lot of good it did. Nathan was terrified that Elden was going to disown him. Seems like that's not going to happen, at least."

"He might be better off disowned by that Neanderthal."

At the moment I'd had my fill of the Lewis family. "Let's go get some lunch. Off campus."

By now we were outside in the bright sun, walking back toward our building. Heedless of who might see, Drew put his arm around my shoulder. I smiled at him, my spirits lifting.

"It's over, Drew.

"Yeah, it's over." Drew lowered his voice as he drew me close. "God, I want to kiss you so bad." He felt me stiffen and grinned. "Don't worry, I won't. I know we're still in the real world."

I smiled, a little rueful. "Can I take a rain check?"

The familiar glint appeared in his eye. "You bet. Just until tonight."

We had a low-key celebration at one of the nicer restaurants in town. It didn't seem right to be too exultant. Thinking about the two young men whose lives had collided with ours was sobering. There was Nathan, whose fear of exposure had prevented him from learning how to have a healthy relationship. There was Paul, who cloaked his anger and self-hatred under the guise of gay activism. In a hostile world it was so easy to turn against ourselves, become twisted and stunted.

I looked across the table at Drew and my pessimism dissolved. He caught my eye, smiled, and raised his wine glass.

"To you, Professor," he said. "You're my hero."

"Aw, don't." I blushed.

"Why not? It's the truth," Drew said. "You were right about everything. It wasn't Nathan who put up the signs. You got him to tell who did, and you got him to drop the sexual harassment charge. You're amazing."

I shrugged. "It could have turned out very differently."

Drew shook his head. "Yeah, right, if I'd gotten to him first. Though, tell me, Glenn, would you really have let him live with you?"

I thought for a minute, then nodded. "Yes. It wouldn't have been for long. You can bet that Elden would have taken Nathan back pronto. Better to have a gay son at home than to have him in the clutches of a sodomite."

Drew chuckled. "You're probably right. Anyway, I'm glad it didn't happen. Your bed would have been a mite small for the three of us. Listen, I have a small favor to ask you."

"What?" I asked, slightly puzzled.

"When we get back to your place, can you fuck me?"

I gasped, then laughed out loud, even as my cock hardened in my pants. "I think that could be managed."

I took my sweet time before I actually fucked Drew Ohlen that night. First, I made him strip and give me a long, slow blowjob as he knelt naked before me in the living room. I sprawled on the couch with my arms thrown wide across the back, my clothes disheveled, watching him work on my erection jutting out of my open fly.

Then I took him to the bedroom and ordered him to climb onto the bed and kneel again, facing away from me with his head down, hands behind his back. I stripped off my clothes and bent toward his ass sticking in the air. I parted his cheeks to expose his asshole, winking at me out of the blond thicket that lined his crack. The next moment my tongue was snaking down the valley, wetting down the hairs and smoothing the way to its goal, the soft, velvety musky skin of his anus. The second I touched the soft flesh he moaned. Soon Drew was writhing on the bed, going crazy as I gave him a thorough rimming, pressing my face into his hole as if I could actually fuck him with my tongue. My own cock was rock hard with the degrading thrill of the act. Here I was, my face hidden in another man's posterior--kissing his ass. Take that, Dirk.

By the time I flipped Drew onto his back and put a pillow under him he was begging me to shove it up his ass. I just smiled, my face covered with my own spit. Without taking my eyes off of him I grabbed the lube and greased myself with slow, twisting strokes. Then I climbed onto the bed, took my cock, lined it up and sank it in with one slow, steady push as Drew watched.

"Oh yes." Drew's head fell back onto the bed, his eyes closing and his mouth opening. He took his own cock in his hand. I stayed upright as I took his ankles and spread his legs wide, so I could get a good view of my rod sliding in and out of the hole underneath his balls, which swung back and forth as he jacked himself off.

"Fuck me, Glenn."

"Uh huh," I breathed as I thrust slowly and steadily into him. I held back because I was on the verge of shooting, and I wanted this to last.

It lasted long enough so I'll always remember how Drew looked that night-helpless on his back, legs wide apart, jaw slack and eyes glazed. His hairy chest heaved, his muscles rippled and strained as he raised his head now and then to watch my cock split him open. His hand never stopped moving on his own rod, except to go to his mouth to replenish the spit he was using to lube himself.

We said very little. All of our communication was through the connection created by my cock in his asshole, the sparks of electricity it generated sliding against the sides of his chute, pressing against his prostate. I could feel everything he was feeling, his own pleasure as well as mine. I know he felt the same way.

Finally it had to end. I was almost sorry when his hand began to move faster and faster on his cock, and a low animal growl began to rise from his throat.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming!"

I stepped up the pace of my fucking until my cock was practically vibrating in his ass. I saw the white jets squirt from his purple mushroom head, over his chest and stomach, just as I went off the edge myself, emitting strangled cries of ecstasy as I emptied my load deep into his bowel.

As I started to come down I thought of a way to finish him off. I took my hand and scooped his sperm off his body, then pressed my sticky palm to his face. I felt his mouth open as he ate his own load, but wasn't going to let him get off that easy. I shoved each of my fingers in his mouth for individual cleaning and didn't let him go until they were all licked. Finally I withdrew my hand and patted his cheek.

"Good boy," I said.

Drew smiled, the picture of exhausted contentment. "Thanks, Mr. Chairman."

I pulled out of him and we lay side by side, wrapped in each other's arms. After a while Drew raised himself and smiled into my eyes.

"Seriously, you were incredible. I want to be your bottom all the time from now on."

"Oh, no," I said, shaking a finger at him. "Me do all the work? I already do that in real life. You aren't getting off that easy. You stick with me, we switch off."

"Damn," Drew said in mock disappointment. "For a moment there I thought I had you."

"It's okay. When I resign as Chair maybe we can renegotiate the contract. If you're still around."

Drew's smile disappeared. "Don't joke about that. I intend to be around for a long time."

My heart gave a jump. I looked at him with a steady eye. "Do you mean that, Drew?"

"Yes."

I hugged him, squeezing my eyes shut to keep the tears from starting, holding him so tightly that Drew protested, laughing as he tried to extricate himself.

"Hey, hey. I'm not going anywhere."

I let him go and looked away so he wouldn't see my emotion. "Every time I hold you I wonder how many more chances I'll have."

I felt Drew's strong hands on my face. He turned me so that I was looking into his deep blue eyes. "Listen to me, Glenn. We have all the time in the world now."

Remembering those words still hurts. Of course, we didn't. We had less time than anyone could have imagined.

TO BE CONTINUED