Getting Dr. Sall

Robb “Mad Dawg” Gentry wiped the sweat building on his large hands on the dry comforter of the bed. He reached back up, grabbed Rev. Dr. McDaniel firmly by the waist, and heaved his big, rounded dick into his stretched-out hole once more.

“Naw, Professor, naw,” the handsome black nineteen-year-old college student protested, feeling his sociology professor struggling to get out of his tight grip. “Don’t run from the dick. Take it like a pro, punk! Breathe. Take in all that shit! There you go, old man! Get into this sick nasty groove! Show me how long you been a certified member of The Big Ol’ Dick-Taken Club, ho!”

Gentry hammered everything he had in his young powerful thighs into his more mature instructor moaning and groaning incoherently.

“Oh, shit, bru-man,” Gentry gritted, tossing in a few more calculated strokes. “I’m about to let go of this nutt!”

“Cum on my back, please.”

“No, sir,” Gentry hissed. “I’m impregnating this bitch-ass hole.”

Gentry felt his balls begin to clench, he gripped onto Rev. Dr. McDaniel even tighter, shoving his dick in as far as it would go into his wide-open hole and flooded it with one of the most ball-draining orgasms that had ever departed his body.

“Ah! Damn! That was on point!” Gentry exhausted, slowly humping his uptight professor to shake out the last drops of his baby-making juice from his sore dick. “You good, man?”

“I was good about twenty minutes ago, young man.” Rev. Dr. McDaniel said, sluggishly trying to pull away from his pupil’s tight grip.

“You know how I do.” Gentry smiled at the glistening back before him as he pulled his professor back and smacked him hard on his sweat-slick ass. “I got to put in for that extra credit. You know what I’m saying?”

“Yes,” Rev. Dr. McDaniel sighed annoyingly.

The bedroom was soon filled with a deafening silence succeeded by a loud squishy plop coming from Gentry sliding out of the stretched-out asshole.

A few minutes later, Rev. Dr. McDaniel was curled up in a corner putting his clothes back on against the backdrop of tri-color Kwanzaa candles looking over at Gentry in disgust.

It was always then, after the two of them had relations, Gentry wanted to tell the openly gay black professor about himself. Gentry was starting to get sick and tired of those brash evil looks Rev. Dr. McDaniel gave him, thinking he was better than him because of his pedigree, thinking he was intellectually superior to everyone else because he talked in a certain way and carried himself in such a manner, donned in some lame off-rack dress suits and argyles.

Rev. Dr. McDaniel was always high and mighty before and after the dick. When it came down to the get down, getting himself a helping of some young thick dick, the high and mighty often “lowered” his standards with a Kool-Aid smile.

Unfortunately for Gentry, it seemed to be the going theme at the HBCU he was attending. If Gentry wasn’t the big swinging dick around campus, he was the brawny jock with swagger who won football games for the school. And before that, he was the scarred-up gangbanger from the ghetto that turned his life around.

No matter where Gentry went, he was treated like a menace—unless somebody needed or wanted him.

“You want some more for the road?” Gentry desperately asked, coming back out of the bathroom wiping his dick off with a warm wet washcloth.

Gentry hated Rev. Dr. McDaniel for making him feel less than. He hated himself even now that he sought his approval and that of the men and women like him around the campus.

“Maybe after midnight, after the Karamu, young man,” Rev. Dr. McDaniel grinned. “It might be a nice way to ring in the New Year.”

He was absolutely right, Gentry thought. The only problem with that logic was that, if everything went accordingly, he would be ringing in the New Year with Dr. Sall.

Dr. Idris Sall was the forty-two-year-old, six-foot-three black stud from Senegal, who looked more like a wrestler than an African Studies professor. He was the only man on campus that seemed to treat Gentry with any shred of humanity. Regardless of who he was and where he came from. Even to go as far as to lend his guesthouse to Gentry to use throughout the Winter Holidays, in lieu of falling into the same old trap that was South Central LA.

It was because of the personal invitation to stay on campus with him that Gentry even agreed, believing that some way and somehow his mentor might want to coach his pupil in a few late-night lessons. But after Gentry got his hands on some of the books about Senegal, scattered about the guesthouse, Gentry quickly learned that it wasn’t likely since the prime religion over there was Muslim. Something Gentry believed Dr. Sall still practiced, with several of his mats scattered through the two houses facing east. If he was like any of the Muslins from Gentry’s old neighborhood, he knew that they weren’t into the “funny” business. Particularly if you were going by the teeth-grinding tolerance Dr. Sall showed for Rev. Dr. McDaniel whenever conversation of culture and sexuality came up. Yet, Gentry still held out hope he could find a way to “thank” Dr. Sall properly. It was his only motivation for even bothering to celebrate the seven days of Kwanzaa with Dr. Sall, or even agreeing to attend the Karamu feast later that evening.

Because the Karamu fell on New Years Eve, Gentry naturally assumed the feast was another way to ring in the New Year. He was sorely disappointed once he discovered it was a full-scale celebration, equipped with lectures and readings and performances and, of course, some kick-ass food. But Dr. Sall was so busy with his duties as a master of ceremonies, introducing people to other people, that Gentry didn’t stand a chance to get a moment alone with him.

“What do you think about the Karamu so far?” Dr. Sall asked, with his accent rich and thick like a heavily charred barbecue sauce, approaching him from out of nowhere.

Gentry thought about telling him the truth. That it was long and lengthy, and if this was the gameplan until midnight that he might just go back to the guesthouse to rest up for a little while.

Gentry decided to tell Dr. Sall instead that “It is interesting. I never experienced anything like it.”

“I hope that it is in a good way. Interesting is subjective.”

“True.” Gentry said, mustering up a smile. “I did enjoy it.”

Dr. Sall gave him a simple simper and left Gentry in the abrupt fashion he came up to him.

Gentry was just about to throw in the towel later that night when, as if Dr. Sall read his mind, announced to the audience “there time together was coming to an end” and that it was time to give the Tamshi la Tutaonana.

After what Gentry was assumed was the Tamshi la Tutaonana, Dr. Sall thanked everybody for their participation and for coming out, smoothly ushering everybody out of his house including Gentry, claiming that he was giving everybody a chance to head out to whatever New Year event they had planned to go to.

Gentry tried every way to stick around by offering to help him clean up or something, but absolutely nothing worked. Gentry felt slightly defeated but still okay. At least he got one nutt off for the night, he thought. As Gentry looked at his watch, he found it miraculous that the Karamu manage to feel like forever and still fall three hours short of the New Year.

Gentry was inside the guesthouse getting ready to go out for the New Year when he heard a knock at the door. He naturally thought it might have been Rev. Dr. McDaniel, wanting another go around before christening the New Year. He was surprised to find that it was Dr. Sall, looking stylish, standing there in a nice genuine leather coat and hat.

“Sir, what are you doing here?” Gentry asked, truly shocked.

“I thought I would come over and ask if you would like to join me for a nightcap? If you didn’t have any other plans?”

Gentry did, but he didn’t have the heart to tell him considering that he was allowing him to stay in his guesthouse for free. Gentry reconsidered bearing in mind that alcohol was the quickest way to get somebody into bed, getting him back on track with his original plan.

Gentry had an excellent execution brewing in his mind.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Gentry,” Dr. Sall said. “It is just tea, decaffeinated.”

“Then what’s the point?” Gentry blurted accidentally, watching his plan fold before his very eyes. “I mean, what going to help us stay up and ring in the New Year?”

“You’re right. I can make some strong hot chocolate. The finest you’ve ever tasted.”

Gentry was overcome with a perverse thought from that statement. He would’ve fooled around with it but couldn’t. Dr. Sall was so innocent in his words that it was hard for Gentry to even spin them for the desired effect.

Gentry met up with Dr. Sall back up in his house moments later, after locking up the guesthouse. Dr. Sall was already waiting with hors d'oeuvre and the rich hot chocolate he was raving about earlier. Gentry couldn’t help but to fall in love with the drink. It felt like a liquefied chocolate bar oozing warm down his throat.

“This is good.” Gentry commented.

Dr. Sall thanked him and told him about the “secret” recipe that led its way into several hours of conversation far into the New Year. Gentry was full and tired and tried to call it a night, but Dr. Sall wouldn’t let him leave. He kept on finding crazy excuses for him to stay. Gentry didn’t mind, thinking that Dr. Sall got lonely in his house as he got lonely in the guesthouse in the back. So, the two men talked and talked and talked until the sun rose, and then out of nowhere Dr. Sall leaned forward and grabbed Gentry into a sweet kiss that developed into something more passionate.

There were so many things running through his mind that it took a minute for Gentry to get what was going on. Was this real or was he so tired that he was dreaming?

“I didn’t think you did this?” Gentry said, after pulling away to catch his thin breath.

“How so? Guilty as hetero until proven homo?” He joked.

“No,” Gentry stared deep into his pearly white smile. “I thought because you were Muslim and the way you and Rev. Dr. McDaniel get into it, I got the impression you might be a homophobe or something.”

“I hate to break it to you, son, but there are gay Muslims just as there are gay Christians. As for Rev. Dr. McDaniel, he is a pompous blowhard. He openly tells people he loves his sexual orientation but everything he does is a major contradiction to that love. As for me, I may not be as open or flamboyant about my lust for the male body like he is, but I am. I may be a bit more subtle in my approach but doesn’t mean that I love it any less.”

Dr. Sall looked into Gentry’s eyes, asking for permission. And when he got permission with the glint in his eyes, Dr. Sall went in for another kiss, this time pinching Gentry’s nipples. It felt incredibly good to Gentry, who instantly felt his dick embarrassingly pop up in his pants. It may not go any further than this? Gentry thought, lost in tiredness, yet he knew that because of this his senses was heightened.

“Let me see that beautiful body of yours.” Dr. Sall cooed seductively as he started to pull Gentry’s turtleneck over his head. “Everything I expected…and more.”

Gentry mimicked him, pulling off his professor’s shirt to reveal a powerful, dark chocolate torso with massive arms. “You’re not bad yourself.”

Gentry was so turned on by the sight, the aura, and the clean crisp scent of black soap rolling off his body, the nineteen-year-old simply straddled the professor’s lap, looked down and started kissing him. It wasn’t long before he started to feel his dick poke him through his pants.

 

Damn, the dick’s big too! Gentry thought with him feeling it clearly against his pants through his pants.

Gentry was more of an ass man by trade. He occasionally got lost in heat dealing with genuinely cool genuinely masculine men that knew what was up and had a swagger about them that suggested they could put it down.

Their mouths became one, kissing each other with Gentry gripping Dr. Sall’s strong back as Dr. Sall gripped Gentry’s firm butt, gradually trying to help him come out of his pants. It was Gentry that took the lead though, unbuckling the belt in the lap before him.

Gentry felt the dick before him belonging to Dr. Sall. He was just slightly stunned that it was already hard and ripe like an oversized blackened banana waiting to be peeled of the last piece of foreskin that covered the tip. Gentry reached down, grabbed it, and pulled back the extra skin, stroking it.

Dr. Sall let out a mild gasp.

“You like?” Gentry asked seductively.

Dr. Sall let out another mild gasp and pulled his head closer to his and started kissing him passionately again.

Gentry felt his nipples being toyed with and like the fact that Dr. Sall was into him too, with his thick coat of shiny black hair on his chest and hard rounded belly.

Dr. Sall played with him for awhile moving his eager hands over his body. And, without warning, Dr. Sall hoisted Gentry’s butt up, encouraging him to put the top of his pubes in his face. Dr. Sall unbuckled and unbuttoned Gentry in the same fashion he did him except Dr. Sall was man enough to take in the full aroma of the clean masculine scent.

Gentry gladly pulled his boxers down, showing off his proud iron-pipe. It was in no way in competition with Dr. Sall’s but held its own nevertheless. Dr. Sall encouraged him to come up a bit more, so that his dick could meet his full-lipped mouth.

Gentry looked down as Dr. Sall caressingly kissed the side of his stiff joystick in the same way he wanted Dr. Sall to kiss him on the mouth. He was slightly jealous yet slightly congratulatory. Dr. Sall kissed and then tongued the crotch monster before taking in the head and swallowing the full length to the hilt. In that instant, Gentry didn’t know whether to feel small or feel honored that Dr. Sall could deep throat him with so little effort.

Gentry kept quiet except for a few deep and sobering sighs as Dr. Sall used his hands to better gain control of the dick that was in his mouth. His hand and mouth combination felt awesome. It was like he knew which nerve endings were destined to be turned on and off simultaneously. Dr. Sall sucked him slow and deep, lashing his tongue right underneath this piss slit and over behind the bump of the head.

“Oh, thank you,” Gentry groaned. “Thank you.”

Dr. Sall kept the head of his dick in his oral captivity before lifting his dick up to get to his balls. Gentry knew it was pretty much a formality. He never knew his balls could be just as sensitive as the nerve endings on his dick.

“Oh,” Gentry groaned again, appreciating the heavy saliva Dr. Sall used to coat them as Dr. Sall’s hands found their way back to his firm ass, in between the crack this time.

Dr. Sall trailed from the top of the crack, grazed his hole, and found comfort in putting pressure in his perineum. It was so shocking and so pleasurable that Gentry found himself spreading his legs to give him easy access.

“Relax, boy,” Dr. Sall said, rolling Gentry’s legs over his head and back onto the sofa.

Gentry was so lost in his pleasure he couldn’t even tell you how he ended up going from straddling Dr. Sall to being pinned in this wrestler’s move. Gentry just knew he liked the way Dr. Sall fastened his thighs back and introduced his tongue to his asshole.

“Damn! Damn! Motherfucking damn!” Gentry moaned softly as the large wet tongue ringed his hole. “Spit up that hole!”

Dr. Sall licked and retreated several times over before he spit in the asshole before him, fingered it deep, and tongued it even deeper.

“Oh, shit,” Gentry groaned, feeling the wind being knocked out of him with this schizophrenic combination of tongue and finger and nose that kept him guessing at every turn. “Bring that dick over here.”

Without missing a beat, Dr. Sall moved his body on over, hovering his balls over Gentry’s mouth. Gentry tugged them, jutting his tongue out and sucking them one by one. This only encouraged Dr. Sall to enjoy the ass before him, directing his large dick into the mouth before him.

Gentry sucked and slurped feverishly trying to return the enjoyable favor that Dr. Sall had granted him. And before long, the two men were locked in eating each other’s ass, in an urgent pace that was equivalent to full throttle penetration.

It was Dr. Sall that took the lead, taking Gentry’s dick back in his mouth along with some wicked finger that made Gentry pant for dear life as he released his second nutt for the night up in Dr. Sall’s face.

“Oh, gosh!” Dr. Sall said minutes later, pumping his dick into his pupil’s mouth and busting a warm nutt of his own, with his nutt sac smothering Gentry’s nostrils.

Dr. Sall lying on top of Gentry too exhausted to get up, and with the lack of mobility and the lost of his second nutt caused Gentry to drift off to sleep with an alive and full dick in his mouth.

A few minutes later, Gentry woke up groggy and naked on the sofa a bit sore. He was surprised to find Dr. Sall leaning over him.

“We aren’t finish ringing in the New Year just yet.” Dr. Sall said tearing a gold-wrapped condom with his teeth. “I must make sure that you get the first principle of Kwanzaa inside of you. Umoja, or unity.”