The Professor: Tom's Tale

I hurried across campus, remembering the route I had planned out for the first lecture of my ancient history course. Having moved into town just outside campus after my recent split up, I was both anxious and excited to start a new chapter. At 38 I felt like my life was just starting over again. New city. New job. New me. 

I spent the last year alone, just me and my chocolate lab Mikey. And that was turning out to be just fine. Being single again after a ten-year relationship wasn’t easy, but it was refreshing to have released the egotistical and jealous boyfriend at last. Sometimes you just never know what is happening until you take a step back. 

Gary and I had met at work, neither one of us “out” at all and trying to keep our secret sexual desires to ourselves. He was a newly hired professor like me, at a small university not far from my place of birth. He was a bit shorter than me, a cute guy with a small build who just gravitated towards my muscular stature. Something that always turned me on was a smaller guy with a great smile. And Gary had all that. 

We had hung out for a while casually, and then before I knew it we were living together. As roommates. Well, at least to others. And even though we weren’t married or committed officially to each other, he started acting like quite the jealous spouse over the years. I ignored it for the first while, acknowledged it for the last bit, and then finally ended things and have never been happier. Sometimes the first one you gravitate towards isn’t always the best. And I learned my lesson. 

And after quite a wild New Year’s this past year, I was getting tired of the one-night stands. I did miss having a partner. Maybe with this job I’d allow myself to start exploring some options. And when I thought of New Year’s again, I felt a surge of excitement flow through my crotch as I pictured those shirtless young guys drooling over me. 

I thought nothing of it as I hurried into the mid-size lecture hall, ready to start as the newest member of the History department. I had a new townhouse not too far from campus that allowed Mikey to roam in the long narrow backyard. And I certainly wasn’t looking for a new boyfriend that day. 

As I got dressed that morning for my first lecture, I tried to make sure I wasn’t too showy, as most seemed intimated by my size as a professor. I had tried to play my body down by throwing a blazer over top my polo and beige pants, to dress it up a bit but to make sure I didn’t look too old. Sure my blonde hair was receding a bit, but I still looked good for a guy of 38. Many females, and males, and just as many straight guys trying to hide their curiosity, would gaze at my body, whether clothed or not. I had spent some time bodybuilding when I was younger, even competed professionally for a stint in my twenties, but over the last ten years with Gary I just didn’t have the time or effort for it. I still hit the gym, and maintained my diet to stay big and fit, but my interests in antiquities and history made me pursue the teaching route. Brains and a body. Big surprise to many I often heard! With my Masters’ Degree now behind me, I had set my sights on teaching in a college or university and have never looked back. With Gary gone, the money was solely mine. And I was hoping this university would be the one to stay at. 

Typical looking class as I made my way in and set up the first slide, my name Thomas Davis appearing on the first screen. I was moving fast, trying to focus on what I had prepared and hoping that everything was prepped and ready. To my relief, it was. And when I looked up at the 100 or so students in front of me, I felt at home immediately. 

I adjusted my thin wired glasses and clasped my hands together to introduce myself with a big smile. I heard my voice boom through the lecture hall. As I quickly glanced around the room, I noted the normal “wish I was somewhere else” look from all these first-year students. Second semester in January was the worst time to start, right after the Christmas break and New Year’s and into another round of new lectures and courses for these students. But feeling at ease quickly enough, I launched into my prepared talk, my sense of humour naturally coming out in all the right places. 

When the first chuckle came, I knew I had them. I could feel my smile spreading across my face, and as the students leaned forward a bit more, I went through the motions and was on a roll. 

I moved across the front, starting to look at the students as I talked about the course and what to expect. I noticed the frat boys first, near the back, slumped in their seats as if this was just another elective course they hoped to just pass to earn the credit. There were the sorority type girls near the front, looking all kiss-ass and smiley as I moved by them. Barking up the wrong tree girls I quickly thought, giving them my best warm smile to tease them even more.  

But when I looked up, about mid-way, there was this cute guy sitting by himself. He looked short, almost small even, as if he was way too young to be in university. He had these wide shoulders that made him look like he should be bigger. He seemed fit, very fit from the way his shirt fell over his upper body. But it was his eyes that caught me. They were this piercing blue, almost grey. And when I caught his gaze, I almost lost my place. 

I quickly looked away and refocused. This was the last thing I needed, to get hooked on a student. Especially day one. Gary suspected this was the case just a few years ago, when the one jock started following me around like a puppy dog. And even though nothing did happen, Gary was sure something was up. Mind you, the jock was hot. And if it wasn’t for my relationship with Gary, I probably would have. In retrospect, I should have. 

As I looked up again at this cutie, I thought, Well, there’s no Gary now. 

But there were still rules.  

About halfway through the lecture, with all the moving and talking, I was getting warm. I figured I better get this over with, and shucked off my blazer quickly, trying not to notice the sounds that escaped sounds from the sorority girls, and even the frat boys at the back sat up looking impressed. I knew the polo I had chosen showed off my biceps and accentuated my pecs, but what could I do. Every shirt did. 

I flashed a quick look over to the little cutie to see if he was watching. And he was. In fact, his mouth was open. I couldn’t help but smile more, knowing that this little jock was into my body. Smaller cute jocks were my weakness. And I got even weaker when big bodybuilder type guys were their weakness.  

For added measure, I turned around to grab my notes even though I didn’t need them just to give him a show of my butt. I was very proud of my ass, one nice round butt that always looked good in whatever I put on. And I couldn’t help but look back up at this cute guy to see that he was sitting up straighter, his mouth was still open, and he was trying to hide his glances. I knew that look. 

This is going to be my favourite course, I thought as I continued, trying hard not to look at this hot guy anymore so I could concentrate.  

The time flew by as I got wrapped up in my passion, with everyone listening intently. I noted the time and ended the class, knowing that this was a secret to ensure students respected you. With the lecture over, I didn’t want to lose track of this hottie, so I grabbed my stuff quickly, shoving them into my leather knapsack, and grabbed my blazer to put it on, taking a quick glance to see if my little cute guy was still in his seat. I could see the girls milling around, obviously flirting and deciding whether they should say something to me so I ignored them, looking past them over to where that hot little guy was sitting and hoping he was still there. When I saw that he was, sort of standing up now and slowly gathering his notebook, I had to do something. As he stood up, I could see how fit he was. He was rifling for his coat, which must have fallen between the seats as he looked from side to side before bending over. He looked smooth even though he had dark hair. His small waist made his shoulders look even wider as he had that perfect V-shape upper body. And when he turned around to pick up his coat and then his backpack, he showed off a very nice round little ass that just begged to be worshipped. And I could still see those eyes even this far away, piercing through like a wolf in the dark. There were still a number of students mingling about, offering their thanks and introducing themselves. I politely thanked them, but I was determined to head up the stairs to exit out the back just to go by this cute guy. I felt like a dirty old man, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. New Year’s had seemed to bring me out of my shell again, and I was on the hunt, even though I shouldn’t be hunting in my own class.  

And the minute he stepped into the aisle to put his coat on, I made a beeline for the stairs to move towards him. As I drew closer to him, he turned towards me. I caught myself staring and quickly looked away, only to look directly back in an obvious manner. And our eyes met. 

My light brown eyes had nothing on those blue-grey ones. Fuck me, I thought as I got lost in them. It was if those eyes were luring me in. 

He was just the right height for me, just the way I like them. Probably 5’6” or 5’7” or so. The perfect size to pick up and fuck like a rag doll. Little guys loved that. He had a boyish look to him, probably already 19 but looked more like 16. Baby faced, smooth, and looked fucking delicious. I couldn’t help but smile at him as we seemed to stare at each other in slow motion. I couldn’t speak, but gave him my best friendly smile with a slight nod. 

Considering I had just talked for the last hour and a half, I suddenly felt shy looking down at him as my steps slowed. But my happy look must have relaxed him too, because he spoke first.  

The little guy smiled back at me and said, “Great lecture. Thank you!” His voice was smooth, not too deep, but just right. So sexy, I thought in just those few words.  

“Glad to hear.” I responded in my deep voice. I continued to stare into those killer eyes of his and smiled even wider and continued. “I guess that means I’ll see you next week.” Our eyes remained on each other as I continued to walk by him now, not wanting to break our gaze. But I had to keep going, and I forced myself not to look back. But I felt his eyes on me as I walked out of the lecture hall. 

I thought about those eyes all night long, unable to get them out of my head. And how cute he was, that baby face smiled. Gary once had a baby face when we met, but something disappeared when he started acting so paranoid. And he stopped working out and let his body go. This kid seemed to be quite fit for his size, almost stocky for such a young looking guy. Like a little athlete, or gymnast. Fuck, a gymnast?! Would love to split a hot little gymnast open, I thought to myself with a little wry smile. I always appreciated guys who took care of their bodies, as I had perfected my own. I wasn’t insane about it, but there was always something sexy about a guy who did the same.  

A hard workout that afternoon didn’t even help alleviate the thoughts, despite the eye candy everywhere at my gym off campus. I opted to ignore the lingering looks from others, and headed home, leaving my cock throbbing and yearning for release.  

So when I laid back that night, wearing nothing, my hand found its way to my crotch. I was already stiff, thinking about that sweet looking guy, and when I closed my eyes and pictured those piercing blue eyes, my almost 10 inches came to life in my hand.  

Yeah, I had a big dick. Uncut. And I was proud of it. Guys used to drool over it in my competition days. Gary loved to slurp all over it. I started to stroke, thinking about that sweet face of my mystery student, those lips wrapped around my shaft, wishing I had him right now swallowing it down. I wondered if he liked getting fucked, and I pictured myself sliding into him. And how I needed to see that ass. And know his name. 

I came like a demon lying there and let my thick load of cum just paint my chest and abs. I smeared it all over my upper body, rubbing it all over my muscles, smelling my own jizz and letting it dry on me as I drifted off to sleep. I had a nice cock, thick from top to bottom like a steel rod. I was always hard it seemed lately, and my uncut cock in my hand was still mostly hard as I fell asleep, still thinking about this perfect little student. 

The next lecture I noticed him right away, sitting in the exact same area as I figured he would. These first years were creatures of habit, finding a spot and sticking to it. It did make it easier to notice who was missing, and it did make it easier for me as I would purposely head out in that direction again, if only just to brush past him and see if he buttered his bread on the same side as me. Maybe he didn’t know it yet, that he was into guys. But I’d love to be the one to turn him if he was still unsure. 

When I ended the class, I made a beeline for the stairs to make sure I walked by him, and sure enough, those killer blue eyes were watching me. I smiled at him again, noting that his eyes looked almost grey this time. He let out a little “Hi” as I walked past. He had a great voice, matching his frame, sounding sexy. I wondered if he was a moaner during sex as I kept going. I turned my head slightly to see if he had followed me, and sure enough, I could see his body facing mine. I made sure to stick my bubble butt out more to give him a show. 

By week three I was determined to figure out his name. I had almost a hundred students in this one class, and had 4 different level courses this semester that I taught. This one was the largest. Some had introduced themselves to me. Mostly the keeners in the front row. But this hot little guy was still a mystery to me. I wore a short-sleeved shirt again for this lecture to show off my guns, and noted that he seemed enthralled with me, often staring outright, probably wondering if I could tell that he was, in fact, into me. 

And I could tell. 

I gave him another tease and slowly made my way by him, making him say something to me first this time as I passed him. He was already smiling at me as I neared him, and I said nothing, just gave him my most winning closed mouth grin. So my heart beat a little faster as my eyes locked onto those wolf eyes of his when I heard him say, “Thanks Professor.” 

I wanted to leave him hanging, so I simply nodded back and switched my bag to my other hand to show off my bicep, which he instantly looked at as it flexed to take the weight of my stuff. Yeah, he loves muscles, I thought to myself silently. I chuckled, knowing that this was a guy I could have at my feet, worshipping me. 

“Enjoy your night.” I said back at him, holding his gaze a little longer this time as I moved past him. 

And after three weeks of staring at him, jerking off in my bed and in the shower to those eyes, it was week four that I finally learned his name. 

I found myself dressing for this little stud, picking out clothes I know looked good on me and made people raise an eyebrow. I went sort of casual, picking out my crisp white oxford shirt and pairing it with some dark wash blue jeans and brown dress shoes with a matching belt. I looked like a hot young business guy, not necessarily a stuffy history professor. I knew I had the right look when I caught him starting at me during our fourth lecture that day. Outright staring. As if he was lost in thought.  

I found myself looking in his direction the most, so when I noticed he was deep in thought, I held his gaze a bit longer. He seemed to be studying me, or else listening so intently to my deep voice that I was hypnotizing him. He squinted at me, and nodded as if what I was saying was so true. I couldn’t help but smile, thinking that one day he would be looking at me like that when we were alone. 

I think I caught him, causing him to shift suddenly as if aware that I noticed his stare. He looked even cuter getting caught, a little flustered and slightly blushed even as he adjusted himself in his seat. I was so overdue to fuck a tight ass that this little cutie was making me hard during class. I turned away from the group just in case and moved behind the podium to wrap things up.  

I gave my usual “That’s all for today” ending and packed up my stuff, looking up to his direction. I was happy to see he remained seated, watching me. I wondered suddenly if he was enjoying this little cat and mouse game as much as I was. And if he knew I always passed by him at the end of class. Just to get a closer look at that cute face, those broad shoulders, and those killer eyes. 

I stepped around people trying to make sure he would still be there as I walked up the stairs, and almost ran when I saw him standing up facing me. And when he turned to me directly, he caught me looking directly at him. I was already smiling, ready for this moment. 

“Hi there.” I said to him, my brown eyes locking with those beautiful blue-grey ones.  

The jock smiled back. “Professor.” 

His voice was smooth, and hearing the word professor made me hard. “Please call me Tom.” I stopped on the stair, thinking this would be the perfect opportunity and gave him my best ‘caught off guard’ look. “And you are?” I asked, turning my head slightly to the side inquiring to his name. 

Standing beside me, he looked like the perfect little size for me. I could easily pick him up and carry him around the room impaled on my dick. I’d fuck that hot little jock everywhere. He seemed so boyish, but so solid as I checked out his trim waist and wide upper body. He had potential to be quite muscled. As I looked at him, I figured he could take a nice hard pounding. 

“Sorry, it’s just such a big class and I always try to put names to faces.” I added, for effect, smiling widely. 

He let out a little laugh and shook that beautiful head of his slightly. “Sorry! Got lost in thought there for a moment. Brian.”  

I drank in his smile, seeming almost flirty, and echoed the name in my head before repeating it out loud. 

“Brian.” I heard my voice utter. “Nice! I’ll try to remember that.” I gave him a wink, telling him I would never forget it now. I could already hear myself whispering it tonight when I jerked off to the thought of him. Brian. 

“Well just ask if you need a refresher.” He said to me, pointing his finger and thumb at me in a cool gesture. I wanted to reach out and shake his hand, cover his smaller hand in my large one, feel the heat pump through his hand. Instead, I gave a little nod.  

“I think I’ll remember. Nice to meet you, Brian.” I couldn’t stop the wicked grin spreading across my face as his name rang through my head. 

“Sure thing. And thanks again for the lecture today. You are fascinating to listen to.” He said to me, causing me to stop in my tracks.  

I wanted to add a pick up line, like ‘I’m even more fascinating in bed’ but thought better of it. I was after all his professor. For now. And there were still students around. But fuck this kid was hot. I looked him straight in the face instead and simply said, “My pleasure.” 

I moved forward, feeling his eyes on me. And when I got to the top, I turned directly back at him this time, finding him in the exact same spot I left him and stared directly into those sweet eyes that were staring back at me. I smiled and turned back, knowing that I was going to blow a huge load to the sound of “Brian” escaping my lips.  

This was going to be a long semester. 

I hit the gym hard that night so horned for this Brian. I couldn’t get him out of my head. I hadn’t been this attracted to anyone since Gary. I’d fucked enough guys since then, or else let guys just suck me off and admire and worship my body. But with very little connection or desire to have any repeats. But I was feeling quite pent up tonight. So when I noticed this little skinny guy sneaking peeks at me as I worked out, I started to strut a bit more. 

He was sort of the same size as Brian, but not nearly as cute or attractive. He was skinnier, but trim. He looked more like a runner than someone who lifted. But my cock was thick from daydreaming about Brian. After going only with my right hand since New Year’s, I suddenly needed something to sink into. 

I started to stare back, catching this guys eyes every now and then, watching him blush and look away quickly. I liked to tease, hold stares, let guys know I was in charge. To see if they would come begging. At one point, I went closer to this guy to sniff around some more, and yeah, he was interested, stealing glances in the wall mirror, watching me.  

When I headed to the change room I looked purposely over my shoulder directly at him and caught him staring. I gave a little head nod and kept going. 

Sure enough the little puppy came in as I was stripping. I was down to my white boxer briefs already and directly took a step out into the middle of the lockers as he was about to walk by.  

“Oh, sorry bud.” I said, my deep voice echoing off the tiled walls. 

“No problem.” He said a little quiet, his eyes level with my chest and staring at my round hard pecs.  

I flexed them on purpose, making them bounce, and I heard him breathe in. Yeah, this guy wants me. 

I moved back and shucked my briefs and stood naked, turning around to show off my ass to him as he passed by before I headed to the shower. I was sporting a semi at the thought of getting some action, but couldn’t get Brian out of my head.  

I rinsed off, giving myself a quick soapy shower before pulling back the curtain and grabbing my towel. The shower next to mine was going and I could see the skinny little guy in there, having left his curtain open just a bit. Either to watch me, or to let me watch him. 

I dried off and slipped on a pair of fresh undies and sat on the bench, keeping my eye on the shower. I could see him peeking out and I had to giggle. Could he be anymore obvious? 

He shyly pulled back the curtain to get his towel, seeing me sitting there drying off my big legs and feet. I watched as he stepped out, turning around to hide his cock, but show off his little bubble butt. He had a sweet looking ass, that was true. He was smooth, which I liked, and shy, which I also liked.  

I stood up, my big cock already thick and straining my underwear as it stretched a bit to the left. I saw him look over his shoulder and at my crotch as I grabbed my shirt. 

I looked around the locker room, and saw no one else. I was pretty sure this guy was in his twenties, and definitely not a student from the university. And I really needed to get off to get Brian off my mind. 

“You busy tonight?” I suddenly said to him. The look on his face was priceless – a mix of shock and surprise, along with lust and desire.  

“Uh, what?” He said, wrapping his towel around his trim waist and facing me. He did have a nice lean body, smooth with a bit of definition. Yeah, I could pound that tonight, I thought. Until I had Brian in my bed. 

I pulled my shirt over my head, covering up my muscles as he watched. “I said, are you busy? I’ve got a place if you’re interested.” I said it quietly enough, but direct so he knew. 

He sort of stood there, still looking shocked. “Really?” He said quickly before he paused and looked around. He took a step closer and lowered his voice, “You’re not going to beat me up or anything are you?” 

I laughed out loud. I got that a lot with my size and stature. “Not unless you want me to.” 

He grinned and shook his head.  

“But I would like to fuck the hell out of you.” I stepped into my pants, showing off my cock in my underwear as I pulled my jeans over it. “If you’re interested.” 

His eyes widened and his smile increased. “Then yeah, I’m interested.” 

I closed my locker and grinned back at him. Yeah, he’ll do. “Then hurry up and follow me.” 

He snapped out of it, and practically ran to his locker to get dressed as fast as he could, watching me out of the corner of his eyes to make sure I didn’t leave without him. I took my time putting my shoes on, watching him watching me. He wasn’t the cutest, but he had a nice body that I could just fuck. At this point, I wasn’t looking for romance. Just needed a tight ass once again.  

I suddenly wondered what Brian’s little jock ass looked like. 

“Come on.” I said as I went by him, ignoring his looks of lust, playing the dominant and walking ahead. I could hear him scrambling to grab his bag and his feet running up to catch up to me as I got to the exit of the gym. I turned and looked at him, sizing him up. He looked the perfect size, but his eyes were nothing on Brian’s. Nor his face. 

I pointed to my car. “That’s mine. You wanna follow me to my place?” 

He nodded and headed to his car, leaving me wondering if I was doing the right thing. I threw my bag in the backseat and then grabbed at my bulge. Yeah, I needed this. I couldn’t wait the entire semester. And what if Brian wasn’t interested? But then I gave a little chuckle as I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror. Oh he’s interested.  

I pulled out and saw the skinny guy behind me in a small Toyota. Figures. I adjusted my crotch again. “Easy boy, you’re getting some ass tonight.” I muttered to myself as I drove the short distance to my place. 

Normally, I don’t invite random guys over, but there was something very close to the look of this guy and my infatuation with Brian. Except the face. I pulled right into my garage as the young guy parked behind me in my driveway and waited at the hood of his car. 

“Come on in.” I said, motioning him to come through the garage. When he stepped inside I hit the button and the garage closed down as I went through the door.  

Mikey was there to greet me, and I quickly grabbed him, making sure my guest wasn’t afraid of dogs. I took Mikey to the back door and let him outside as my new friend kicked his shoes off. I said nothing, just sort of watched him hovering.  

“You want anything to drink?” I asked politely, moving to the kitchen. He shook his head, put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked towards me.  I noted how short he was, standing next to my 6’3” frame. Maybe 5’7” as the top of his head was at my shoulders. I waited, seeing what he would do. I felt so big next to him. Brian was better built than this guy, and way cuter. But I wasn’t after anything tender tonight. 

I unzipped my fly as he came near me, opening my pants and then put a hand on the counter, the other one pointing to my bulge in my underwear indicating to him what he needed to do. He stepped up to me and put his hands tentatively on my pecs, feeling the mounds of muscle underneath. He let out a little gasp and looked up at me, licking his lips.  

“Get on your knees.” I firmly said, not wanting anything more from him. He looked at me for a moment, maybe expecting something else, but I just eyed him. My cock was already swelling at the anticipation of having a warm mouth on it. And if the kid didn’t move, I was going to have to get forceful. 

But he let his hands slide down my chest to my exposed underwear and slid his hand directly in between the fabric and my skin. His hand found my meat and he gripped the base. 

“Holy fuck,” He breathed out as he travelled the length further down. 

I responded by pushing my pants down, along with my undies to let it flop out completely. I watched his face as he stared at my tool looking even bigger in his small hand. He lowered himself, holding it gingerly as if it wasn’t real, and came face to face with it. I couldn’t help but smile. Most guys were amazed by the size of it. I was truly blessed. 

“How big is this thing?” He said, staring at it, stroking it slowly, bringing it to its full mast quickly. I could feel his breath on it and needed a warm place for it. 

“Put it in your mouth and find out.” I said a little too gruffly, putting my hand on the back of his head. 

He opened up his mouth like a trooper and I groaned as the warmth engulfed me. It felt so good to have a nice mouth once again on it. I heard him gag almost immediately, and decided I better take it easy on him or else he’d never let me fuck him. I leaned back against the counter and stared down at the top of his head as he started to feed. His hair was longer and lighter than Brian’s. I smiled a bit as I pictured Brian on his knees in front of me. I wondered if he would be able to take more of my dick than this cocksucker.  

I leaned back more and lifted my head up, closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling rather than watching this stranger suck me off. I imagined Brian’s mouth on me, that smile of his with those nice full lips, blowing me right now in my kitchen.  

“Fuck yeah,” I moaned out loud, running my hand over this guy’s hair. I resisted squeezing him tight and thrusting into him for fear I’d choke him. His hands were starting to roam over me, feeling my legs up and down over my jeans, running up my stomach, under my shirt to feel my nipples. This kid wanted me naked, as most did.  

I pulled my shirt up and off, making him moan as his eyes watched while my cock stuffed his mouth. I reached down and held his face and started to give him a little tease by fucking his throat a bit, until he gagged and pulled back.  

“You like getting fucked?” I mumbled down at him. 

He nodded, but then looked at my cock again and took it in his hand. “I’ve never had one this big though.” 

I grinned. “First time for everything.” I pulled him up and he looked up at me as if I was going to kiss him. No way buddy, I thought to myself. Not hot enough for me to kiss you. Instead, I grinned at him wickedly, hiked my pants up and beckoned him to follow me upstairs to my bedroom.  

As soon as I got into my bedroom, I shoved my pants down and turned and sat back on the bed, motioning for him to continue to suck my cock. He obliged willingly, dropping to his knees beside my bed and hungrily took me as far down as he could. I laid back, resting my hands on my own pecs and played with my nips as he sucked me off. I had my socks on still which I hated. But I wasn’t going to stop for this guy. I loved being completely naked, and hated socks on guys. And suddenly I pictured my big size 13 feet pressed against Brian’s head as I held him down to fuck him. 

“Take off your pants.” I ordered the guy as I stood up and went to my bedside table and grabbed a condom packet and my lube. Without any invitation or foreplay, I slid the condom onto my prick as he took his pants off. He had a nice dick on him, uncut as well, and pretty thick. It looked to be a good size but next to mine, it looked tiny. He backed his ass to my bed, facing me and I shook my head.  

“Turn around.” I commanded. I didn’t want to see his face. I wanted to picture this was Brian’s ass. 

He did and bent over the bed, grabbing his own ass and spreading it open for me as I poured a bit of lube onto his backside and then rubbed some in.  

“When was the last time you got fucked?” I said as I stepped up between him. I could see my sock feet and I cursed silently, having forgotten to take them off. I gripped the base of my fat cock and aimed the condom covered head to the middle of his ass. 

“A couple of days ago.” He muttered as he looked behind at me.  

“Look that way!” I ordered again, registering that he just had dick only a few days ago. This guy was a little slut. That turned me on a bit more and figured it might not be that difficult to get my dick in this ass after all. 

But when I breached his hole, he moaned loud and pushed me back with his hand. “Easy!” He hissed at me as I held my cock still. I could feel his ass resist, almost refusing to let me in. He was pretty tight, the heat from his ass so inviting that I couldn’t stop. I moved forward a bit more, much to his protests, until his ass opened up and I plunged in deep. 

He screamed and tried to wiggle forward away from me, but my hands were on his waist. He wasn’t going anywhere.  

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He moaned. “Take it out!” His hands were gripping my duvet tight and he tried to squirm away from me. 

“Easy buddy. Just relax.” I mumbled to him, more annoyed than anything. I held him still, letting him adjust to my girth as he wriggled. It almost made me giggle, and it almost made me just want to fuck him hard. The cock he had a few days ago must have been a little pencil dick. 

“Fuck you! It’s too big.” He whimpered, pushing his face into the duvet. His chest was heaving and I paused a moment, maybe thinking I should stop. I exhaled and contemplated. I bet Brian could take it. He looked like he could handle a big fucking cock.  

“Just shut up and relax. Breathe for fuck’s sake.” I tightened my grip around his waist, holding him on my cock. I flexed inside him, giggling as he moaned when he felt it. I could have a lot of fun with this guy. But his ass was tight, and I knew he wasn’t going to be able to take much of me. Besides, I just wanted to fuck and cum. This was no love making session.  

I waited till he calmed down a bit, his squirming stopped completely, and his hands released the death grip on my duvet.  

“There you go buddy. You’re adjusting.” I purred over him. I tested him a bit and moved my hips back slightly and pushed forward, causing a loud groan and those little hands gripped my duvet again. 

“Oh fuck!” He yelled into the covers. “Fuck!”  

I had enough waiting. I didn’t care anymore what he said and closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I gripped his hips and spread my legs wider and just started to pump into his ass slowly. I ignored the pleas, and the groaning and just pictured that sweet face of Brian.  

I would fuck Brian on his back. So I could stare into those icy eyes of his. I would hold his tight little muscled body in my big hands and fuck him slowly. I would be able to watch my cock slide in and out of him, watch his own cock leak as mine entered him. And I would bend over and kiss those lips deep…. 

I could hear the slapping sound of my body against this guy’s ass and realized he was grunting loudly with every thrust. I opened my eyes to see his arms outstretched as if he was face down on a cross. His body was tense and he was screaming into my bed.  

I’d never been so turned on. 

I humped into his ass hard now, not caring at how deep I was going as I neared my conclusion. I wasn’t in to please this slut. I just needed to get off. 

“Fuck I’m going to cum!” I roared out, hearing him agree with me and beg me to cum. 

I grunted like a bear and dug into him deep, hearing his cry as I shoved my cock into him further than ever and held myself still for a couple seconds as I felt the first explosion of my cum spill into the condom. I thrusted into him again, rewarded with another loud groan from him. Was he crying? I wondered. 

I slid out, watching my sheathed cock exit, still hard, the glob of my big load pulling out last as it hung on the end of the condom like a tear drop. I slid the condom off, feeling such satisfaction and admired the amount of juice I had just expelled. I would love to feed this to Brian.  

Better still, stuff his guts full of it, I chuckled to myself as I wrapped it in a tissue. 

I looked over at the bed and my gym slut still hadn’t moved. His ass was still up in the air and gaping. “You okay?” I asked, half caring. 

“Fuck you have a big cock!” He moaned into the bed.  

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, sorry about that.” 

He slid backwards and pushed himself up, turning to me and wiping his face. I think he was crying. He looked at me with a puppy dog look and I realized that he was still rock hard.  

“You didn’t cum?”  

He shook his head and I felt sorry for him. “Go ahead. Jerk off.” I said, moving towards him. “You wanna feel me while you do?”  

He grabbed his dick and started jerking as his hand moved to my chest and rubbed it. I towered over him, watching him fist his cock as he felt my muscles, and grabbed at my still hard dick again. 

“Fuck this is one big cock.” And then he slid off the bed and started to suck it again. Fuck what a cock whore. 

As he shot his load onto my sock, I was suddenly glad I had kept them on.  

But if Brian was at my feet…