Aaron Smith's Life Adventures

Professor Randy Player taught me Linear Algebra, and now that sexy hunk of intellect sat next to me on my bed with my tongue in his mouth. His cum dripped from between my ass cheeks. He hadn’t even been inside me yet; the heightened level of sexual excitement and the friction as his dick moved against my hole had set him off. I still wanted to feel that rock-hard manhood inside me, but I needed to give him a chance to recover. Meanwhile, I took advantage.

I sat back on my haunches and pulled him farther onto the bed. Leaning forward, I sucked his nipple into my mouth and bit down gently.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he grunted as I bit and licked the rather hard nipple that seemed to immediately pop forward from his chest. I moved my lips back to his mouth and covered it. He grabbed my head and plunged his tongue into my mouth.

It was my turn to moan. His hand dropped to my ball sack and he encircled my testicles and squeezed them. He knew the correct amount of pressure to make me squeal with pleasure.

“They seem really full,” he whispered with a little chuckle.

“They won’t be in a little while,” I grunted between clenched teeth. I collected some of the cum from between my cheeks and applied it against his ass pucker. I pushed my fingers slightly into him as I did it.

“Fuckin’ A.”

I propelled him backward and gained better access to him. His hole appeared to be a tiny slit in the valley of his ass cheek mountains. I added spit to the residual cum still present and fingered him again. Each time my fingers went inside, my cock pulsed. The droplets of precum built on the head of my penis and dripped down onto the bed covers. I knew they’d need a heavy-duty wash after tonight.

“Not yet,” Randy growled. He twisted me over and onto my back and pulled my legs apart. I could see his erection had returned in full force. Without using his hands, he bent forward and placed the head of his cock against my hole. “I’m not done.” With his hands applying pressure to spread my legs out and toward my shoulders, he popped the first inch of his dick into me.

I gasped and sucked air into my lungs. I felt myself float off the bed. The stretch as he entered caused my nerve endings to sing. Then he pushed the rest of himself into me. The euphoria was beyond anything I’d experienced. Randy knew the perfect angle of attack. Even as he moved forward and covered my mouth with his, the thrusts continued perfectly. His tongue pushed my lips apart; his dick plunged deep inside me. My cock hardened in response to the stimulation of my prostate. Everything was in perfect sync.

I felt the pressure of my balls to erupt begin to build. I wanted to grab my manhood, but my arms were pinned back. I was on a joyride to Nirvana and just before I passed out from the pleasure, I spewed my seed everywhere and with such force that I found dried cum on my desk the next day. I collapsed into a quivering mound of flesh and felt the pressure deep within my bowels of Randy’s second coming.

He slowly lowered himself against me. His mouth pressed against my ear lobe, and I sensed his rapid breathing. I was unable to move. My strength had drained away. Randy’s dick softened and retracted from my manhole. I didn’t have words. My breathing slowed as did his.

Randy pulled my lobe into his mouth and teased it with his teeth. “You are perfect,” he said. “I’ve never had a fuck that felt that good, that intense, that wonderful.”

His body slid to my left side and partially covered mine. I want you to stay and do that to me again.”

“I shouldn’t have done it this time. I shouldn’t be in a student’s room. I’m a fool, but you are irresistible.”

“I won’t get you in trouble. I promise.” I turned my head and touched my lips to his.

“I trust you, Aaron. I can’t say that about many things or many people, but I know I can trust you. I shouldn’t stay, but I will. I need to leave before noon.

“I understand. Just stay pressed against me for a while.”

I’m not sure which one of us fell asleep first, but I awoke glued to him. Light was barely touching the edge of the sky. I needed to use the restroom, but I couldn’t free myself. I woke him up trying, and we shared a laugh as we painfully pulled apart from one another. I took him to the shower, and we made out and got clean under the hot spray. We toweled dry and crawled under the covers where he fucked me from the side, and I buried my bone in him doggie style. We showered again, and by ten-thirty, he was gone. I gathered my sheets and blankets and headed to the laundry, and while my belongings washed and dried, I replayed the great sex I’d experienced as I realized that it was just sex and not love.

Would I find love again? I wondered.

I spent the rest of the holidays reading textbooks and enjoying the silence. I tried to contact Professor Player, but he texted that he was out of town and that it would be safer if we didn’t try to meet again. I knew that we would have been great fuck-buddies and nothing more. He was handsome and great in bed, but there wasn’t more than that. I fiddled with my hole a few times, but no exciting episodes came my way.

Classes started. Jayden and I spent two nights together when the heating system stopped working. We slept back to back, but in the morning, his arm was around me and his partial boner pushed at my crack. I knew that he was dreaming about someone else and that things would be awkward if either of us took sexual advantage of the other.

As for Jayden, he came back from a party at one of the frat houses with a guy I can only describe as scrawny. Tony was about five-ten, but he couldn’t have weighed more than eighty pounds. He was friendly, funny, and funny-looking. There was nothing abnormal about any of his facial features. His nose wasn’t too big, nor were his lips an unusual size. But everything just didn’t seem to come together. He was a great storyteller. It was obvious that he had a crush on Jayden, and that night, the two of them cuddled together under a blanket and fell asleep. Jayden told me that neither of them had been drinking, so I guessed the giggling was the result of something else.

I woke up in the middle of the night to whispers. Jayden told me later that he’d awakened with Tony’s hand wrapped around his dick. Tony wanted anal, and Jayden was afraid because Tony was so thin. With a grin on his face, Jayden admitted that Tony took him with no problems and that it was the best sex he’d experienced. The two were an item after that, and I did my best to wear earplugs when Tony stayed over.

Honestly, I was happy for Jayden, and I was angry at myself for the tinge of jealousy that I was feeling. I loved Jayden; he was family to me. I had even considered taking him to visit my brother at the end of the semester. He had applied for a passport when I told him we should consider a trip to Canada after graduation. I knew that it wouldn’t be quite the same with Tony along.

Even as I prepared for Zach’s birthday, I had a sense that there would be a bump in the road. My mind went into overdrive looking for clues as to what the impending disaster might be. A few times, I’d look at myself in the mirror and tell myself to calm down because there was no disaster lurking around the corner.

Two weeks before Zach’s birthday, I got a text from him telling me that he’d met someone wonderful, his forever guy as he put it, and lost his cherry. “It was great; it was perfect,” he texted. He thanked me for whatever birthday plans I had for him, but he and Roger were spending their weekends together.

Jayden didn’t know about the plans for Galveston, so it was easy to tell him that I had a surprise for him. I called a taxi for the two of them on that Friday and sent them off to have the fun I’d planned for Zach and me. As I waved goodbye to them, I knew I had to get laid. I considered going to a gay club, grabbing the first guy who looked at me, and taking him out to the car for some backseat sex. I looked out at the parking lot. ‘That’s a really dumb idea,’ I told myself.

An image of Randy popped into my head, and I hurried to the math department. I thought that if Randy saw me he might be more willing to have some fun. There were two people in his office, a pretty woman in her late 20s to early 30s and a man about my age in a university baseball outfit. Randy was on the phone. I realized quickly that the woman was a graduate student sharing Professor Player’s office.

The athlete had the name Kaminski on his back with the number ninety-seven. He glanced over at me several times, and at the last glance, he smiled. I smiled and nodded. His features were slightly above average, but it was his athletic build and uniform that made him sexy. He was clenching a notebook and some loose paper with a math problem written on it.

Randy was on the phone, and as he hung up, he looked at Kaminski and said, “I don’t have time to go over that with you, Aspyn.”

Aspyn Kaminski looked dejected.

“And Mr. Smith,” the professor continued. “I told you everything I could on the subject in the last text message.” I felt as if he had slapped me. I turned and left the room I stopped in the middle of the hall.

Aspyn walked over and stood next to me. “He might be good-looking, but I think he’s an asshole.”

I glanced over at him. “What do you need help with?”

“It’s this algebra problem. I just don’t get it. He’s explained it twice to me, but something’s not clicking.”

“Which class is it for?” I asked.

“Just second-semester algebra.” His face showed his frustration.

“Maybe I can help,” I told him. “I just need to read it and see what it says.”

“The book’s in my room. I’ll buy you dinner if you can help me figure it out.” He smiled.

I smiled back. “And if you buy me dinner, I’ll have to buy you dinner. This could be dangerous.”

“Danger is my middle name.” He grinned.

I forced my face to go blank. “Your name is Aspyn Danger Kaminski?” I stared at him, doing my best not to break into a laugh.

“Actually, my middle name is Rowdy.”

“Is it hyphenated?” I asked.

“What?”

“Is it Rowdy hyphen Danger or is it Danger hyphen Rowdy?” It was at that point that I lost my stoic visage, and a smile curled up on the corners of my mouth.

“Oh, fuck. I was beginning to wonder whether you were a fucking idiot. I guess I’m the idiot.”

“That’s why I’m here to help you.” I patted his shoulder. “Let’s go get that book.”

As we walked to his room, he opened up about the importance of this math class. “I need to pull a ‘B’ because I can’t fall below a three-oh and keep my scholarship. I’m not very smart, but I study really hard. I don’t party, and I’m the first to ask for a tutor if I see myself slipping.”

“I respect that,” I told him.

We arrived at a dorm room that had the appearance of being professionally cleaned. Aspyn grabbed a t-shirt that hung over the back of his desk chair. “Sorry about that.”

“That’s OK,” I replied. “You weren’t expecting company.” I wondered what kind of mess I’d left my room in. “Show me the book.”

Aspyn handed me the book. “It’s the page with the paper in it. Problem number six.”

I read the problem and wondered why it was causing him such consternation. I asked him to explain the problem to me as he understood it. He struggled to tell me what he was being asked to do. I had him read the problem out loud, and as he did, he rolled his eyes and looked at me. He explained the problem to me and how he should solve it. Grabbing a pencil, he began to work on the solution, and when finished, he handed me the paper with a huge smile on his face.

I read through his answer. “Well done,” I announced, and Aspyn threw his arms around me and hugged me.

“Thanks so…” He dropped his arms and backed away. “I’m so sorry, bro.”

I had enjoyed the way it felt with his arms tightening their grip on me.

“I haven’t showered after the workout this morning. I’m sure I reek.”

“No, it’s fine,” I replied.

“Give me a minute.” He grabbed a towel and a plastic carrying case and disappeared out the door.

I sat in the desk chair and gazed out the window at the students hurrying to and fro. I only had two more required classes, and they were project-based. My counselor had asked me to consider whether I wanted to complete them at home or spend another semester on campus. I had decided that if I did go back home, I’d make sure Jayden had a scholarship to finish school. Part of me did want to go back home. My plans to join the military and work in computer security no longer excited me as they had in the past. I was in the middle of a daydream when the door opened, and Aspyn with a towel wrapped around his waist stood in front of me.

“Shit, Danger, those are some might fine pecs.”

He stepped closer. “Did you just call me Danger?”

“It is your middle name, right?” I looked directly at him. His sexy chest and arms were making me tingle.

“Don’t do that to me.”

“What?”

“Look at me like that.”

I noticed he was breathing a little more rapidly. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble.” I saw him bite his lower lip. “Talk to me. You can tell me.”

“I…I want to, but I can’t.” He reached down for the pants he’d tossed on the bed and pulled out his wallet. “I promised you dinner for helping me; let me give you some cash.”

I put my hand on his. “I don’t want your money.” His hand was trembling. “I’ll go. If that’s what you want. It’s not what I want. Just so you know.”

“Yeah. I guess you should.” He pulled me next to him. “I don’t really want you to, though.”

I looked up into his green eyes. The pupils seemed larger than before.

His jaw clenched and I heard him mutter ‘fuck.’ Then he leaned forward and kissed me. I felt his hardness spring forward from beneath the towel. His mouth was tentative then more forceful. His tongue pushed into my mouth. The kiss was sloppy, unrefined, as though he’d never kissed before. He pushed me back onto his bed and covered my clothed body with his nakedness. Pulling his head back, he looked at me.

I smiled. “You are Danger, aren’t you?”

He rolled onto his back. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“Yeah?” He was quiet for several seconds. “But the team’s going to make my life hell when they find out.” He looked back over at me. He was trying to decide what was more important to him.

I had a feeling that I would lose that competition.