My Ass Is An Open Book

I adore writing stories for GayDemon. I’m inspired by porn videos, by pics posted on Facebook pages like The Best of Man, Mecs en cuir, Hot Jockstrap Studs and Boys in Leather Pants, also by exchanges I have with members of the Silver Daddies dating site. Sometimes, it’s just the souvenir of a special meeting that I embellish, like what follows.

A few years ago, the French Studies Department of Glendon College at York University, in Toronto, put an ad for a teacher capable of offering a course on Franco-Ontarian Literature. Even though I don’t have a doctorate, let alone a master’s degree, I applied for the part-time job. I have written at least ten books on Franco-Ontarian history, identity and culture. I have also been editor of a French-language arts magazine in Ontario from 1987 to 1997. And I’m the book critic for L’Express, Toronto’s French-language weekly paper. The term “Franco-Ontarian” refers to people who live in Ontario, Canada’s largest province, and who have French as their mother tongue or main language.

Not one single York University teacher wanted to create a new course. Without an interview, just based on my curriculum vitae and two reference letters, I was hired on the spot. It was a night course for one semester, three hours every Wednesday. I had fifteen students, thirteen women and two men, all between 20 and 25. The word got around that I was a friendly teacher, making eye contact easily. I sure did with the two guys. After just three weeks, the deputy director of French Studies summoned me to his office. He chastised me for being too friendly, reminding me that “there must be a professional distance between faculty and student”.

For the first assignment, I invited my students to write a review of a book selected from a list that included two gay novels. All thirteen women opted for a poetry book, an historical novel or a collection of short stories. The two men, William and Harry, each chose a gay novel. I didn’t have to read between the lines. I wanted to be more than friendly with them, but had to be careful in the classroom and on the campus. My course ended at 9 pm, and after a few exchanges about the curriculum or an assignment, I hurried to the bus stop, anxious to reach the nearest subway station. One night, William and Harry also boarded the bus and switched to the subway car. When the doors managed to close, we were packed like sardines. I was “trapped” between the two most handsome princes.

William is a TSH guy: Tall, Slim and Handsome. He has dark blond hair and an adorable smile. Harry is more full body, has short black hair, and sports a bubble butt that could give a hard-on to a eunuch, lol. I can easily imagine him in a jockstrap, my face buried in his rear cheeks. As the train jerks to a halt at the next stop, I feel my ass being caressed by William just behind me; I feel his hard dick putting pressure into my crack through the tight cotton jeans I’m wearing. I feel the heat in the car rise, and my own cock is swelling. Seven inches of hard meat quickly find housing in the peachy butt cheeks of Harry in front of me. He maneuvers his ass backward, with the intention of discovering the weight and size of my rod. I have never been trapped in such a hot sandwich.

As the subway train makes a slight curve to reach its next stop, I feel pressure from both behind and front. Suddenly the car jerks to a dead stop. Darkness follows. William, Harry and I don’t complain. We are ready to make the best of this unexpected and very welcome situation. The lights can go back up immediately, or they can be out for quite a few minutes. At any rate, my two male students think fast. Harry maneuvers his right hand to pull down my zipper and to pull out my monster cock. He guides it into his bubble butt already lubed. Fuck! He had planned this encounter! He invites me to plough him hard and deep. As I start to shove my rod in and out, my pants are inched down by William who quickly thrusts two saliva-covered fingers into my pink hole. Once my fuck cave is lubricated, his long slender cock enters with gusto, pushing slowly back and forth so as not to disturb other passengers and alert them to our movement in the darkness.

With the urgency of the situation, our passion becomes intense, and short-lived too. Within moments I let loose a string of jism into Harry’s tightening ass. At the same time, William’s hardened flesh fires his load deep inside my hungry cavern. Our breathing seems to intensify, and oxygen becomes scarce. Just before the lights come back on, pants are pulled back into place. Zippers are drawn up and mumbled. To our surprise, many guys around us applaud, some event cry out “Super Hot!” and “Bravo!”

As I exit the car and wave goodbye to William and Harry, my two best fuckin princes, I make note that I should meet the deputy director of French Studies to remind him that “professional distance between faculty and student” is a theoretical principle not easily put into practice between gay men. He’s a closet queen and he will not challenge me. I also make note that William and Harry have already earned A+ in Franco-Ontarian Literature. They are the proof that a guy’s ass is an open book, the best one to read and review.