I've always masturbated a lot, even when I'm in a relationship. I've an old Bike jockstrap that I sniff while wanking, and use it to mop myself up. It's a dirty yellow colour now, and quite stiff. Anyway, I figured if I tossed myself off in the morning and got lucky later, I could last longer. With the confidence I gained from Gerry, there was no stopping me.
The last lecture on Friday was Commercial Law, taken by Joe Steinman. Rather than stand behind his desk, he walked around the room being quite animated for a boring subject. He would remove his tie and loosen the top two or three buttons of his immaculate white shirt, giving me a tantalsing glimpse of a very hairy chest. I longed to run my fingers through the mat and play with his nipples. In his early 30's, and very clever, he was short, only 5'6 or 7", with dimples and a smile that lit up the room. As he walked round the room, expensive cologne wafted around him. His sharp suit trousers hugged his tight butt. I frequently had my zip down during lectures, unable to stop myself playing with my dick and dreaming what he'd be like in bed. (I didn't even know if he was straight or gay). As soon as the class ended, the other students packed up their bags and left, wanting to get away for the weekend. One Friday I felt particularly randy and decided to give it a shot. 'Well, all or nothing', I thought. As he was gathering his books up, I slipped up behind and stroked his rear. He turned, a little startled, but quickly regained his composure. "Oh, Leo, it's you, what do you want?" Risking all, I leaned forward and kissed him on the neck. "I think you're lovely", I said, looking into his eyes. "You better come along to my office, it's more private". I followed him along a series of corridors to the staff quarters. His room was sparse, an oak desk with a chair either side and a couple of pictures on the wall. He locked the door, my dreams were coming true. He held me by my butt and we kissed passionately. I undid the rest of his shirt buttons and ran my fingers through the mass of curly hair. His nipples stood out, begging to be sucked. As I nibbled on them, I undid his belt and flies, letting his trousers fall to his knees. He had pink Calvin Klein boxers already bulging with a damp patch. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my jeans. My hard, fat dick out the side of my jock. "Fucking hell Joe, I need you so bad". We kissed again, then I worked my way down his body. Putting my fingers in the waistband, I eased the boxers down. A fat, cut, 7" sprang out, shaved balls and trimmed bush. I knelt and fellated him, stroking his smooth sack. He held the back of my head and began to face fuck me. Standing up again, we resumed kissing. His hands went to my crack, and I then knew he wanted to top. Who was I to complain? We shuffled around and he went down on me. Had I not have had my morning wank, it would have been all over. As it was, he told me to sit on the desk and lie back. I lay on the desk with my cheeks apart, now desperate to have him inside me. His tongue found my bud and he slobbered saliva on it, stood up, spat on his cock, and penetrated. In this position, I could feel him hitting my prostate, making me dribble precum. He was very Gerryesque, as he pulled out, climbed on the bed, and took me from behind, then had me bend over the desk. He banged harder and I came unaided, cum spewing onto the parquet floor. My tightening ring sent him over the edge, and his warm juices flooded into me. He slipped out and he knelt to lick his cum bubbling from me, then sucked the last drops from me. "Wow!", was all I could say. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone, you'll be off the course. Stay silent and you can have me next week". Needless to say, I said not a word and enjoyed his ass the following week.
Towards the end of the lecture the following week, he slipped a note to me, suggesting we meet at his apartment, as it would be safer and more comfortable. I nipped back to my room, showered and douched myself, just in case, and decided on briefs instead of the jock. He lived in a converted Victorian manor house. I buzzed the intercom and the door opened. The apartment was tastefully furnished, two bedrooms, and open-plan kitchen lounge. He'd changed into a loose top and Bermuda shorts. More relaxed, we kissed and made out on the sofa, peeling off clothes as we did so. We went to bed. I noticed a bottle of lube on the pillow. I was determined to give him as good a time as he'd given me last week. We kissed and caressed, had sixty-nine and went back to cuddling. With him on his tummy, I ate ass for ages until he begged for it. I lubed his hole and my dick and positioned myself above him. He groaned as I entered. "Go careful, I haven't bottomed in a while". I pulled out and added more lube and slid back in easily. We rolled onto our sides and I stroked him in time to my thrusts, then hauled him on top of me so that he could ride me at his pace. "God, you're amazing, where did you learn to fuck so well?" as he leaned forward to kiss again. He lifted himself up a little, giving me room to move, and jerked himself. He groaned again and spilled his semen, the first jet hitting me in the mouth, but I wasn't done. We went back to missionary, with me totally in control. He stroked my abs and pinched my nips, urging me on. Finally I pumped violently and seeded him. We lay kissing and recovering until we were ready to go again. This time he took me. He fucked me this way and that from every angle. He bent me right over, so that my feet were either side of my head and plowed back in. I tossed myself and fired my cum into my mouth and over my face. He couldn't resist, and pulled out and tossed himself, adding his spunk to mine. We'd been in the bedroom for nearly two hours. This was to become another regular for me, and another notch on my belt.
