+++You probably don't know what osculation is, you little whelps. You are also virginal about some other Earthly matters and I aim to keep it that way. If you are eighteen years or more, and if you are corrupted as the author, please stay. Others rush for the exit...in an orderly fashion.
Professor Derek Aimsley was your typical Englishman college professor.. He could have been sent over by central casting. What with his droopy gray moustache, his ever present curved pipe and the ashes usually present on his wrinkled waistcoat would have been enough to be a perfect Dr. Watson, but add to that, his stammer and confused manner and you have the perfect picture of Aimsley.
Prof wasn't a bad sort, just vague and forgetful. He often forgot my name and I was his graduate student assistant. "I say, eh, lad, would you hand me that beaker?"
I corrected him for the thousandth time, "Name is Jeff Walker, your trusty Igor."
I was trusty, but no hunchback. In fact, I was the jerk off dream of many an undergraduate. (Think of a six foot 160 pound, lean blond tennis player and you have an idea of me.) But back to Aimsley. He was the original absentminded professor, but the man, at seventy had brought fame to Westlake College, through his writings and inventions. The man was brilliant! Many of his inventions were useless but often provided a basis for others to build on them and end of the more famous.
Today, Prof Aimsley was positively giggley over his new invention. He held it in his palm. To me it looked like a Chap stick. I stared at him thinking he had just re-invented the lip balm holder and had slipped into madness.
Hesitantly I asked. "It's very nice, the black and silver case is very excellent. What is it?"
Triumphantly he almost sang, "It's an Osculator."
"What's that?"
He looked at me as if I was to be pitied.
"Osculation is kissing.".
"Oh I see," But I really didn't. I couldn't imagine what good it was and even why he spent time on it, but then he continued.
"The Defense Department commissioned me to develop this. It was felt that if the enemy could be distracted from attacking,,," "By kissing each other?"
He raised his shaggy eyebrows, and his face lit up, "Exactly. By God, you've got it!"
He made me Liza Doolittle.
"How does it work?"
"Ah, so simple. You just press the side and an invisible gas floats out and causes the effect, eh, osculation."
"Have you tried it out?"
"Not yet, that is going to be your job, eh, my good chap."
"Jeff's the name."
"I knew that."
To get to the important stuff, let me explain that I was to find three kids on campus and try out the vapor of ecstasy. First I stopped at Trumson Library and used the prof's name and reputation to book a small room on the first floor to use in my interviews. I armed myself with a clipboard (the perfect device for bothering people for interviews) and sat on the steps and watched the passing parade.
Yikes. It was late spring and the boys were mostly in wrinkled shorts, their young legs flash by. Then I saw my first testee. He could have been a poster boy for the Hitler Youth Corps. He was white blond buzz cut, chunky, meaty, stalwart, muscular, blue eyed beast.
I didn't have to get him, he came to me, seeing the clipboard and assuming I was of some official position. In heavily accented English he asked "Can you tell me vere ist the Trumson Library?"
I held out my hand, "Name's Jeff, and you?"
"Siegfried."
"Naturally," I muttered. "How is Roy?"
He looked at me dumbly.
"Oh yes, the Library is right here, behind me. But first, do you have a few minutes to answer this survey?"
"It iss a requirement?"
"You could say that."
He shrugged and he stepped up with his smooth, monumental hiking legs, the heavy fabric tight over his large hunky thighs. I sighed heavily, especially as I got a whiff of his boyish Teutonic sweat odor. This boy was a living doll.
I led him to my lair, I mean my interview room. "Please sit down," I said, knowing that his pants would hike up and reveal more pale Germanic flesh." I took down his name and date of birth. Oh my, he may be big and strong, but he's only eighteen. I must be gentle with him.
There was nothing written on the paper that I studied before asking, "When did you last have sex?"
His full checks blushed charmingly and his puffy lips pursed. "Not yet, haff I."
A virgin!
No time to be wasted. I reached into my pocket and idly brought out the little lip stick like device and gently pressed the side as I had been instructed.
Nothing.
Then Sieggy stood up, the front of his shorts pushed out and he came up to me smiling with his big white teeth.
"I sink I haf love for you."
Has big muscular arm was around my slim neck and his sweet breath reached my nose. Then it happened. He pressed his full, warm, rosy lips against mine. Wow! This was more than a kiss, it was blitzkrieging me. My head was spinning as I stopped resisting and fell into his warm lips.
We kissed and kissed a long time, finally I almost felt as if I was going to faint from the intensity. I pushed against his broad chest and finally he disengaged. He stood looking at me, his blue eyes wide, his mouth gaping. Finally, after gulping and clearing his throat, he spoke.
"I do not understand. I haff lost control over myself."
He paused and then I saw a bright blush begin on his cheeks, then spread down his wide smooth neck onto his swelling chest. "Sir, my kiss needs to be alzo on your sesual organ."
The big blond was suggesting a blow job. Now this was on the Prof's time and I ought not to consider extra curricular activity, but a blow job from this hunk was irresistible.
"If you must," I said and slightly pushed on one broad shoulder. He sunk onto his big broad knees in front of me, breathing like a spent horse. In a moment, as I looked down, he closed his eyes and opened his full lips and kissed the head of my prick. That was s-o-o-o nice, but I wanted more, greedy me. I took the back of his shaggy haired neck and pulled him closer. His lips slid down my shaft. Luckily there was a wall for me to brace myself on or I would have crumpled to the floor.
Once his lips were surrounding my cock, they began to water and then he sucked his own spit, over and over. Then he began sliding up and down, swallowing as he did. I let out a defeated bleat of helplessness and my first small spurt flavored his sucking. He moaned gratefully, I spurted my second one, always the biggy. His Adam's apply bobbed up and down and his big tongue moved back and forth as he gulped.
I was now in full mewl, like a birthing cow. His big hands were behind my legs holding tight as he kept swallowing and humming happily. Then suddenly, he stood up.
"Haff you down zomething to me? I never made sex with a man. I am ashamed."
Now I really felt like a shit. What I do for science, it's unbelievable.
I patted his damp cheek. "I know the Berlin Wall is breeched. But think of all the freedom you have now to enjoy life."
He didn't seem too convinced as he walked slowly out of the room, a dozed expression on his face.
I sat on a chair for awhile, recovering from the experience of those lips. I began to suspect that the emanations from the device did more than bring about a desire to kiss. It seemed to change sexual preference, at least for Siegfried. But mine was not to question, I went outside to scout for the next kid to be tested.
Just as I settled myself on the steps, leaning against the statue of a lion, along came Ian Lee. He was one of my favorite eye candies and I had always planned on making a contact. I called out to him, his naturally narrow eyes glinted as they turned toward me. What a beauty he was, tall, imperially slim, a gorgeous face and by reputation, very rich. He had his own apartment off campus and it was reputed to be filled with fine Asian furniture, sent over by his father, a wealthy Hong Cong import/export merchant.
"What do you have there, Chap?" (He was educated in an British school and it was charming.)
End Part One.