Ioan Rhys and Doctor Walsh. Or why you should read

Ioan Rhys and Gareth Walsh were both literary scholars. Ioan was 34 years old and a PhD student. Gareth forty and had a PhD.

Both worked together on a project on the implications of mental illness in 19th century literature in Anglo-Saxon countries.Among others was Robert Louis Stevenson with "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" one of the topics.

Both sat at a large table in the university library and each went about their work in silence and concentration. The various books were covered with post-its, in all colors of the rainbow.

Both looked like bores to third parties. But that was just a superficial impression of people who didn't bother to get to know them better. They worked at the Arkham University Literature Institute.

Ioan was grappling with complicated considerations about the Apollonian and Dionysian aspects of Stevenson's novel. Again and again he wrote something down. It would be another piece of work to pour the most relevant out of it into iron thoughts that should stand up to closer scrutiny by colleagues.

Most of all, he wanted to impress Gareth, who had already published some excellent books on Edgar Allan Poe and H. P. Lovecraft. They had become known beyond academic circles and were selling surprisingly well.

He secretly raved about him. He was his protégé. He also behaved very correctly towards him. He was attractive with his black hair and warm brown eyes. But it would never occur to him to flirt with him and neither did he.

Instead, the conversations and discussions about literature were all the more stimulating.

He wore a blue shirt, not skin-tight, but comfortably cut, and jeans. He was not consciously hiding his well-built body. He just didn't care about being seductive in order to attract other men. He had long brown hair which he wore open. His blue eyes liked to sparkle behind his glasses.

Gareth also wore glasses. Unobtrusively, he let his gaze wander over and over at Ioan's face and body. He just couldn't concentrate on the essay on the American Gothic of the horror novel.

He was in no relationship, and Ioan neither, as he knew. So there is no need to be shy. His natural way not to flare up, his introversion, his gorgeous face, his body. His intelligence, many many little things about him summed up to a very desirable man.

However, he was also an introvert. He didn't dare to do it, and just as little did he know whether Ioan was interested in him at all. It would be terrible to be turned away by him if he tried, because they had to keep working together and a bad atmosphere between them would be counterproductive.

So both raved about each other without the other even suspecting it. He looked at him again. His sensual lips were really inviting, he thought eagerly. If only I could kiss him ...

He almost caught him pondering his face, but just in time he yawned and stretched as if nothing was going on.

"It's approaching lunchtime! Time to get a snack and coffee!" he said.

"Do you want me to bring you something, Ioan?"

"Yes gladly! The tea is already making me sick!" he joked and pointed to both of their cups, which were at a safe distance from the books and papers.

"Yes, cold-brewed tea is a dernier cri!» Gareth smiled.

That smile is damn sexy! thought Ioan. Do you even know how hot you are? he whispered in his mind.

"OK! I'll be on my way!" He stepped dynamically on and exited. Ioan looked in admiration after his firm bottom, which was wonderfully emphasized by the jeans. He was in good shape and if the play of his muscles looked so promising in his clothes ...

If only he could dare to ask him out on a date. But he was very afraid of being rejected. He was the insecure type and found it difficult to cope with rejection. When something like this happened, he felt deeply hurt, which didn't help his confidence.

Not that he has had too much experience in this direction. He never went to bars or other venues. So quickly you got the reputation of being an incurable bore.

Plus, if Gareth turned him down concerning THIS, it would certainly put a strain on their professional relationship. That would be the only kind they would ever have. He sighed. His full bladder took its toll and he headed for the toilets.

Now, as they were both absent and their documents and books were lying around unnoticed, something extremely strange happened. "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" mysteriously opened as if by magic.

A man no bigger than a Ken doll emerged from the book. He looked extremely sinister, wore a cape, top hat and suit.

Grinning, he walked to both of the two cups, took out a vial and poured some liquid into the tea. He cackled very darkly and plunged back into the book and it closed as if nothing had happened.

Ioan came back and sat down at the table, followed by Gareth. They drank their coffee and ate their bagles. When the coffee was finished, they wanted to stick to the tea. Both drank from their cups, slightly delayed.

They were just about to investigate the implications of Poe's "Tell-Tale Heart" when both felt weird at the same time independently from each other.

Gareth suddenly had the urgent need to look at Ioan's sex mouth and imagined how those moist lips would wrap around his cock. How his wet tongue sucking and licking on his stick, soaking him in his saliva.

He felt his tail harden and how it throbbed and pulled in his loins. He would love to squirt his slippery juice down his throat, which he would then eagerly swallow.

Good thing he had a pineapple yesterday. That would give his sperm a sweet taste. Oh dear, what thoughts did he have! Gareth was horrified. He had never thought of Ioan like that before. Well, maybe yes, dark arousing fantasies alone in his bed at night.

Ioan licked his lips. How much he would like to have his stiff cock in his ass. He should take it hard and rough. Rub his inside really intensively so that he would be reminded of it for days afterwards and then he could get hard every time.

He was amazed at himself that he suddenly got such extreme horniness thinking about Gareth. Secretly at home in his bed he had the "filthiest" fantasies about him, but here? That didn't change the fact that he was getting stiff and his abdomen and prick were pulsing violently.

Gareth stared at him and both their gaze fixed on the crotches of one another. To Ioan's delight, he saw that he was bulging, so he was very excited.

"Gareth! I want you to fuck me right now! Behind is a storage room that is currently unused. We can be undisturbed there!"

Gareth allowed himself to be taken there without arguing. He was thrilled that Ioan apparently wanted him as well.

"I don't have any condoms with me!" Gareth confessed contrite.

"No problem! I do and I want to feel you pure!" breathed Ioan.

He held his face gently and his warm, moist tongue snaked into his mouth. He played with him so skillfully and expended such energy that he thought he was screwing him in his mouth. If he did such things with his tongue ... He was really red hot already. He needed release, Immediately.

He licked his nose and eyelids with the tip of his tongue. Then he nibbled on hid earlobe and let his tongue work the shell. He gnawed and bit his neck gently. He took off his shirt and sucked like a man possessed on his erect nipples. He felt so velvety, silky.

He took off his shirt and then Ioan's jeans and both their glasses. He gently pushed him to the ground. He put a hand between his legs and grinned dirty when he felt the hardness. He simply tore is briefs up. Ioan laughed heartily.

He admired his shaved body. He liked that very much. He was letting his right hand crawling to Ioan's backside on it and buried the index finger inside him.What a sultry heat. He massaged him. Choppy gasps escaped Ioan's throat.

Then he removed his hand again. He immediately grabbed Gareths left hand and sucked on this index finger. He sucked on it with great devotion. Both had the feeling they were cooking slowly. Now it was Gareth's turn to growl with lust deep in his throat.

He went between his legs. With the tip of his tongue he drummed a rhythm on his acorn. How this corresponded wonderfully through its own pulsation. He moaned with pleasure. His hands buried in his hair. He took in the whole length and danced with his cock.

With two fingers he again quickly entered the opening of his pleasure dome. Oh, how he was gasping! He worked him both ways hardly. At the same time, his tongue circled all parts of his penis like a dervish. His tongue exploded from its delicious flavors.

Ioan was a supernova in orgasm. He felt his love tunnel contract wildly around his fingers. And his cum in his mouth.

He pulled out his fingers. He liked his taste very much. He should have done that long ago. "Eat" him up.

He took off his jeans and his underpants. A splendid tight rod and with distinctive veins looked tightly pulsating towards him. Ioan licked his lips. In his left hand he cupped this silky warrior. He licked his lips eagerly again. He twitched. His mouth watered. He got scared of drooling. But nevertheless that happened.

With his fingertips he exerted gentle pressure and ran up and down, over the shaft to the root and then back to the glans.

Then he knelt down and clasped his cock with his wet lips. He took the tip in the sultry heat of his mouth, got wild from the salty musky taste of his precum, which he licked off. Then he took up more and more of his magic wand, started a wild oral ride on the magic flute.

Gareth stroked his hair and nudged his hips. It was such a great feeling. He had the emotion to take off immediately. It was downright bliss.

He gently kneaded his testicles, which were already heavy from the love charge to be shot. Then the time came. Gareth exploded and a downpour rained down Ioan's throat. He swallowed without resistance. Then he pulled it out.

But the way he lolled in front of him, his soldier couldn't get enough and bravely got up again after a short time.

He sat down and lifted him onto his lap. He lowered herself on top of him and let his hole be penetrated inch by inch. What a sweet torture! He shuddered as his great manhood merged with him. It filled the entire depth of up to his core. He sighed deeply and sweetly.

Gareth was overwhelmed by his hot tightness. Yes, he was a wild, untamed stallion and Ioan was riding him now. He put his arms around his shoulders and began to slide up and down. His bottom was in wild motion.

Snuggled together, their breathing rhythms seemed almost synchronized. Again and again he pressed his lips to his mouth and let his tongue ride wildly in the carousel of his own. He tasted himself, which stimulated him even more.

He was getting faster and faster on him. Soon he would be tame. His inner muscles powerfully gripped his penis, which pulsed again as if it had a heart of its own. Gareth jerked him off.

Ioan screamed softly as a violent orgasm overwhelmed him. He splashed on Gareth's chest. He pumped Gareth's handle until his hot geyser nourished his innermost, starved and half-thirsty as he was.

He still stayed inside him. He didn't want to let go of this delicious messenger. So they remained seated. Then he got off the Mustang.They huddled together and he gave Ioan little tender kisses everywhere.

He amazed him as he devoted himself to his balls like lollipops. He had never heard the noises that were audibly emerging from himself.He was flabbergasted that his brave little friend woke up a third time. As if magic was involved.

This time Ioan allowed him to use the back door once more. He made him and himself supple with liquid already spoilt. Then he entered cautiously. They were lying on the floor, on their side, he behind him. He played with his nipples while his buddy explored once more intimate territory.

A conquistador on the way to El Dorado. He relaxed. And was unleashed once more.That was so exhilarating! He uttered strange noises.

He was inside him up to the absolute end of his hilt and thrust hard with his loins, which seemed to be burning. His pace got faster and faster. Ioan felt his hot breath on the back of his neck. His hands made his breast buds glow and then he gripped his boner and handled him with more than care.

He had often felt intense emptiness, but now he was literally more full than ever. He seemed to be consumed by flames.

Both managed to climax at the same time. Ioan's semen decorated his own stomach once again. His charge hit the bull's eye. He pulled back and then hugged him.

Then they got dressed and went to his house to take a shower. The next intensive exchange the following night was not the last, because afterwards they became a couple.

And if they didn't die, Mr. Hyde is still laughing today ...

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