Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2005 08:53:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Trainer, Bobby - Part 10

Suddenly I wondered, so I asked, "What time is it?"

"Time for our shower!"  He smiled that fucking smile of his!

He stepped in and I followed.  I closed the curtains and began the same
process I had done yesterday.  Shit, was it only yesterday?  I got the
washcloth, soaped it up and began to work on him from top to bottom.
Feeling the muscles of his body and the hairs on him thrilled me.  I soaped
him up and down.  When I got to his cock, it was still hard.  I reached
around to start jacking him and he said, "Not now.  I have already cum
twice this morning.  I want to savor this and there will be a time and
place later," he said cryptically.

So I continued washing him and shampooing his thick hair.  Once I was done,
he got out and dried off while I showered.  I was my butt and noticed that
my hole was still a bit sore.  I wondered if there was still Bobby's cum in
my ass. I was blushing standing there by myself in the shower!  Letting a
man fuck me! Fuck!  What was I?

By the time I got finished drying, Bobby was dressed for classes, again in
my clothes.  I looked at the clock and saw that it was noon already.  And
my stomach growled and told me it was time for lunch.

Of course I was still hard as I walked back into the room - it didn't seem
like it hardly ever went down anymore.  And it still bothered me to be this
way in front of Bobby.  It certainly didn't seem to bother him.

"Do you need to pee?" he asked as I entered.

"Yes, I do."

"Get your bottle out and use it," he instructed.

I went to my pack and got out the bottle.  I opened the top and worked to
forth my cock to point down into it.  Then had to force myself to relax
enough to get a flow going.  It was very difficult with Bobby standing
there watching me.  It was obvious he was going to stand there until I did.
Finally, I got it going and this time a good stream started filling the
bottle.  My cock softened just a bit while doing this.  When I finished I
but the lid back on and put it in my backpack.

I turned back and there was Bobby, sitting on the chair, facing me and he
had a black cord in his hands.  "Come here."  I walked over to him, with my
cock leading the way as it went rigid again.  "Closer," as I was standing a
couple of feet away.  So I moved up until my cock was about a foot away
from him.

He reached up with the cord and wrapped it around my balls and pulled it
tight.  He wrapped it around several times, making the balls tighten in the
sack, taking up the slack, so to speak.  Then he worked back up, tying the
string around my cock.  Several places on my cock the cord crisscrossed and
then around the head he wrapped it below the flange.  Then he pulled the
ends back behind me and told me to turn around.  When I did he tied the
string behind my back.  My cock was now trussed up like a turkey and
strapped back against me.

"Turn around."  I did as he said and he had something else in his
hands. "Now these are the least tight ones I have."  He reached up and put
a clamp with rubber pads on my right nipple.  It clamped down on my nipple
and I felt I pain that lead from my nipple to my groin.  If this was the
least tight, I didn't want to try any tighter.  He put one on the other
nipple.  I groaned at the pain.  "It will get easier to stand, the longer
you use them."  I seriously doubted that I could even tolerate it for a
minute.

Bobby handed me a pair of my really baggy cargo shorts.  I put them on.  He
didn't give me a belt and they slid down my waist and hung on my hips.
They weren't going to fall off, but they weren't covering much of my cock.
He handed me a big t-shirt that hung loosely on me.  I put my sandals on,
grabbed my backpack, keys and followed him out.  Trying to walk with my
cock tied and this thing swinging on my nipples.

We went down stairs to the cafeteria, went through the line, got our food
and sat down. Bobby asked me all about my family and life at home.  So I
gave him the complete story.  By the time I finished we were done with
lunch and it was time to head out to class.  Then it dawned on me that I
had Professor Welsh for my next class.  Fuck!  My heart started racing and
my pulse pounding as I walked towards his classroom.

I went in and sat down away from the other group. He looked at me while he
was looking around the room and smiled.  It was going to be difficult to
sit still again today with the way my cock was tied and with the clamps on
my nipples.

He started his class and I tried to listen to what he was saying, but as
always, the events of the past several hours and days. It all swirled
around in my brain, pictures of cocks, asses, muscles, holes, cameras, cum,
piss, etc.  It only made my cock throb in its tight bindings.  And again, I
could only wonder at what I was becoming that I allowed these things to be
done to me.  That I was allowing myself to be totally controlled by this
man that I had only known for a short time.  But he knew so much about me
and what I needed and what turned me on.

Then I thought about his story of his uncle and that made my cock throb.
Someone had done to him what he was doing to me.  It must have had a
tremendous affect on him, because he didn't seemed to be phased by any of
stuff I did or he did.  He didn't seem to ever get embarrassed by anything
and nothing seemed to bother him.  My cock was pulsing again, thinking
about Bobby and sex.

I knew I had been not sitting still, but I didn't realize the class was
over until Professor Welsh called out my name again.  "Mr. Sullivan!"  I
looked up.  "Would you please join me in my office again."  The students
that were leaving as he said this were smiling and whispering and
chuckling.

With my head down I followed him into his office with great trepidation.
He closed the door and walked over and sat down behind his desk.  He folded
his hands in his lap and leaned back.  "Take off your shirt, Mr. Sullivan
and let's see what your problem is today."

I went crimson and I felt my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in
my temples and my ears.  I dreaded that Bobby had told me to do whatever he
said.

I slowly pulled the shirt over my head and then raised up me head and held
the shirt at my side.  I looked at him and saw his eyes go wide and his
mouth make an O.  I knew that not only could he see my nipples, but I was
sure my cock was visible as well.  I flushed a deeper crimson as I saw the
look on his face.  I felt him judging me and I was humiliated.

"What are you doing to yourself?"  He raised up in his chair, "Come over
here and stand," he directed pointing to a spot on the floor by his desk.

I did as he said, getting redder each second and my heart racing even more.

"Drop those shorts, Mr. Sullivan.  Let's see what you are doing to
yourself.  Are you sure you are not on some drugs or having some kind of
issues?"  He continued to stare as I undid my shorts and let them drop.  I
stood there naked now, with him staring at my cock.  Could I get any
redder?

"Did you do this to yourself?"  He looked from my crotch to my face.

"No," I answered.

"Then who did this to you?"  He looked up at my face incredulously.

"Uhm, a guy I know," swallowing hard - trying to get some moisture in my
mouth.

"Why did he do this to you?"  He was still looking back and forth from my
cock and my face.

"I, ah, He, ah." I was stammering.

"Professor Welsh," the door opened and a guy walked in.  He saw me, then
looked at the prof and said, "I am sorry, Professor.  I didn't know you
had, ah, someone in your office.  The door," he pointed to the open door,
"was unlocked.  I had covered my crotch with my t-shirt that I was still
holding, trying to shrivel up and hide.  He stood there and looked at a
loss, looking me up and down.

"Please Mr. O'Brian, close the door."

He turned and closed the door.

"Now, Mr. O'Brian, this is Mr. Sullivan, a student and Mr. Sullivan, this
is Mr. O'Brian, one of my teaching assistants."  The guy reached out his
hand, but I was looking at the floor by this point.

"I am sorry, Mr. Sullivan.  I apologize.  Mr. O'Brian, would you please
leave us alone.  I am discussing a problem that Mr. Sullivan is having and
he is obviously having some personal issues."

"Right," he turned, opened the door, left and closed the door.

"I am terribly sorry, Mr. Sullivan.  Would you lock the door, if you don't
want us to be disturbed."  I certainly didn't want to be disturbed.  I
didn't want to be here at all.  I didn't want to be naked in my professor's
office.  I didn't want to be so humiliated.

I walked out of my shorts, over to the door and turned the lock.  "Now, if
you come back over here, we will get to the bottom of this."  I walked back
over by my shorts.  I was still had my shirt in my hand and over my crotch.
"Drop that shirt."  I did and he said, "You were about to explain to me why
some 'guy' did this to you."

I started out stammering again.  Between my blushing and O'Brian and my
humiliation and everything, I couldn't think straight.

"Here, let me get those off.  Maybe you will be able to think clearer."  He
stood up and reached over and up clamp the one on my left nipple.  The pain
was intense when he took it off and I moaned and sagged a bit.  He reached
under my arm and pushed me up.  When I was standing again, he undid the
other one and stood by to see if I would need help.

I looked down and they were red and deformed.  He reached over and rubbed
one and then the other.  I moaned again, from the pain as the blood flowed
back into them.  I was more embarrassed now, that an instructor of mine was
doing this to me.

He moved back then and sat back down.  That is when I noticed a tenting in
his slacks.  "Now, step up here closer and let's see if we can't get this
thing off of your penis.  Turn around, I see the knot is in the back."  I
did as he instructed, now looking up at the ceiling, as I couldn't believe
this was happening.  I felt his hands on my waist at the back as he worked
on untying the cord.  I left it loosen and my cock sprung away from my
stomach.  He ran his hand down my ass then and said, "And no hair on your
buttocks, either."  I felt him put a hand on each cheek and spread them
apart.  I am sure by butt cheeks were now as red as the ones on my face.

"Even the crack is shaved!" he sounded amazed.  He released my cheeks and
said turn around.  I did as he said, trying not to look him in the face.  I
did not want to see the look on his face.  "Okay, let's see if we can't get
this off of your penis.  It has to be uncomfortable.  That is probably why
you can't think straight."

His hands worked around my cock, moving the cords this way and that.  He
kept one hand on my cock at all times, switching hands as he unwound the
cords.  The blood was rushing into my cock and it was tingling and it
didn't help that he had his hands on it.  I knew soon I would begin
leaking.

He got down to my balls and said, "That was some tying job he did on your
penis, Mr. Sullivan, we are almost done here."  I seemed to hear a bit of a
catch in his voice as he said that.  He continued to hold my cock as he
unwound the cords around my balls.  When it was off, he took his other hand
and massaged my nuts.  I moaned as the circulation was increased to this
area.

He must have thought he was hurting me because he released my nuts and
brought the hand up with the other one and massaged my cock.  I moaned
again.  "Okay, well, it looks like things are in order there. I don't see
any damage, but you might need to have the nurse look at that."  I blushed
again.  Damn it!

He sat back, continuing to look at my cock, which I could tell was oozing a
bit.  There was definitely a tent in his trousers now.  "Tell me why you
would let someone do this to you.  Do you enjoying being trussed up like
this?  Is it some kind of initiation?  Is self-mutilation part of your
religion?  Tell me?"  He tried to adjust his crotch, but didn't succeed in
making it much smaller.

This was so difficult; I took a deep breath, and started.  "I allowed him
to do this because.  I am, ah.  Look, I know this is difficult to believe,
but I turned myself over to him.  I told him he could do whatever he wanted
to me."  There I had set it.

"And he is the one who shaved all the hair off of you?"  I nodded.  "Tied
your cock up?" I nodded again, not trusting my voice.  "The one that had
you use a butt plug and a urine bottle?"  I nodded again. "So why are you
telling me this now, and you didn't tell me yesterday?"  He looked at me
intently.

"He told me I could tell you today."

"You told him about yesterday?"  He said, leaning forward.

"Yes."

"Why did you tell him he could do this?"  He was looking at me intently.

"It is so hard to explain, I am not even sure I could put it into words."
I took a deep breath.  "I think I needed it."  That was really difficult to
say.

"What else did he say?"  He was very interested and leaning forward to hear
the answer.

"He said, I could tell you and that I was to do whatever you told me to."
I gulped.  "Yesterday, you wanted to know what was going on and I couldn't
tell you.  I didn't want to do anything without checking with him."

"Why, what would happen if you did something without telling him."  He was
pinching his cock through his trousers now.

"He punishes me."  I was blushing again.

"Well, if he told you to do whatever I say, then I think you should so you
won't get in trouble.  Don't you think so?"

"Yes, Professor Welsh."  Was I really dripping now?  Fuck this was more
than humiliating.

"Then I think we can have some fun."  He leaned back in his chair.  "Why
don't you unzip my trousers and see what you find."

He was asking me to look at his cock!  Fuck!  I bent down, reached over and
unzipped his pants.  He undid his top button.  I could then fold back both
flaps of his pants.  He was wearing boxers and his cock was sticking out of
his pants.

He stood up and let his pants fall to the floor.  He was a hot looking man
and his cock was beautiful.  It stood up about 7 or 8 inches and wasn't as
thick as Bobby's but looked similar in size to mine.

He unbutton his shirt, exposing a well formed chest with just a trail of
hair from the middle of his chest down to his navel and then onto the bush
around his cock.  It was kinky and black and surrounded his shaft and
around behind his balls which had hair on them as well.  My shaved crotch
had me paying more attention to men with hair.

"Good ahead, you can touch it," he said, straining forward towards me.  I
reached out and felt the warmth of his cock.  It spasmed in my hand.  He
moaned and leaned into my hand, wanting to fuck it.  I took his balls in my
other hand and rolled them around.

"Go ahead, taste it," he moaned and whispered.

I knelt and took the second cock of my life into my mouth.  I worked my
tongue around the head and he sighed.  He sat back in his chair.  I moved
up between his legs and continued to work on his cock.  I used all the
techniques I used on Bobby.  I continued working more and more of his cock
into my mouth.  He was moaning more and thrusting up with his hips.  I put
my hand around his shaft and pumped it as I continued to work on his cock.

At one point I had the whole thing in my mouth and my nose was buried in
his pubes.  I wanted it all.  I was in that sexual fog.  But I felt the
power of the sex.  That I had power over this man.  And for once I wasn't
embarrassed.  I started working on his cock in earnest and wanted to
control his whole experience.

When he started thrusting urgently into my mouth, I backed off of him,
letting him back off a bit.  Then slowly I took him close again and then
squeezed his balls and backed off a bit.

Then he began begging me to let him cum.  I felt in complete control and
when I was ready, brought him to the edge and over.  He groaned long and
hard and then he pulsed in my mouth and began flooding it with hot cum.  He
had so much that is seeped out of the corners of my mouth.

I sucked as much as I could out of his cock, then he pulled me off, as the
cock head had gotten sensitive. He was panting as he tried to regain
control of himself.  I was wiping the cum off of my face, when he said,
"That was amazing!  Truly amazing.  Young man you have a great talent.
Just how many cocks have you sucked to get so good?"  He was smiling as he
leaned back in his chair.

Now, I blushed again, "I have only sucked one other cock and I had never
sucked a cock until yesterday."  I was looking at the floor again.

"Yesterday?  But how long have you been gay?" he looked up with eager
anticipation waiting for my answer.

"I don't know.  I don't know if I am gay or what.  This is all so new to
me."  I said not wanting to look him in the face.

"You have sucked cock.  Have you ever had your cock sucked?"

"No," even more ashamed.

"Have you fucked or been fucked?"

"I, ah, have been, ah, fucked, but, ah, I have never fucked, ah, anyone."
I was going to loose it.  This was so humiliating.

"Not even a woman?" he asked incredulously.

"No," and the shame was welling up in me.  "I, ah, had, ah, uhm, never done
anything with anyone, until I day before yesterday."  Fuck it, my eyes were
welling up.

"Okay, calm down."  He stood up and wrapped his arms around me and patted
my back.  It didn't make me feel any better to have my prof standing naked,
holding my naked body.

He stood back, and said, "Well, we can take care of another first here."
He sat down in his chair and rolled it closer.  He took my cock in his
mouth and swirled his tongue around the head of my cock.  I was going to
explode!  This was the most incredible sensation.  Wow, I remembered my
cock and in my mouth and the feeling and this was incredible, it was like
that and more.

"I, uhmm, did taste one other cock and I, uhmmm, have had sort of a blow
job."  I was blushing again.  Why was I doing this, being so honest?

He took his mouth off for a moment and said, "What are you talking about?"
Then went back to slurping on my cock.  "I,uhmm, sorta, ah, Fuck that feels
Good! I sorta, ahhh, sucked my own cock!  Oh Fuck, don't stop!"

I wanted to fuck his mouth, even more than I had wanted to fuck Bobby's
feet this morning.  I was coming back, that fog of lust and sexuality.  My
cock was now the center of everything.  I never wanted to end and I wanted
it to end soon.  But then I realized that I could be in control here.  So I
held the back of his head and start thrusting into it.  Moaning more and
more with each thrust.  I pushed my cock all the way down his throat and
felt him tighten around it.

I continued thrusting, increasing my pace.  I was using his mouth as I had
always used my fist.  More and more and faster and faster.  I was panting
now and gritting my teeth, tensing my muscles, my toes curling, my balls
drawing up and I knew NOW was the time.  I thrust deep and held his head
there as I shot rope after rope of cum down his throat, then I moved my
cock out letting him get some of my cum in his mouth so he could taste it.
I continued on thrusting lightly now and rubbing his hair and head.
Moaning with the pleasure of it all.

Finally my toes uncurled and I let him off of my cock.  He licked the end
of my cock and then sat back on his heels.  "Wow, Mr. Sullivan, that was
some cock.  You sure you have never done that before?"

"Never," I said regaining my senses, coming back to reality.

I had just fucked my professor's mouth! Holy Shit! What was going on?  I
stood back and thought over the last 10 minutes.  How had this happened?

I started gathering up my clothes and the clamps and cord.  I put those in
my pack and then slid on my shorts and button them and zipped up.  Then put
on the shirt.  The prof had buttoned up his shirt and was pulling up his
boxers and slacks.  He adjust himself and then sat back in his chair.

"Now Mr. Sullivan," and he smiled, "are we going to have to meet again
about this inattentiveness in class again?"

"No, ah, Professor Welsh."  Then I saw the look on his face and actually
smiled through my blush, "Well, I don't know.  We might have to talk about
it again."

"Good.  And maybe next time we can work on the other areas you are missing
in your experiences."  It took me a couple of seconds to figure out what he
was talking about.

"Now I am going to call over to infirmary and set up and appointment for
you.  You're starting to become sexually active and you need to be checked
out by the doctor."  I started to protest and he said, "Tut, tut, tut,
Mr. Sullivan, your 'friend' told you to do whatever I say.  And I say you
need to see the doctor.  And none of this holding back, you need to tell
him everything."  I blushed again and looked at the floor.

"No, I mean it. If I have to call over there and tell him myself the part I
know, I will."  He tried to look at me sternly.  "You understand me!"  He
stood, and showed me to the door and patted me on the shoulder.  "Now you
head on over there.  I'll call ahead and tell them you are coming."  I
looked at him with concern.  "No, I won't say anything, but if you aren't
honest with the doctor, then I will call and tell him." He looked me in the
face and said, "And I will know if you have been honest."  He watched me
walk away and then turned and closed the door.

I walked on in a daze, wondering what I was going to tell the doctor and
more importantly what he was going to say to me.


To be continued...

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