Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2004 09:56:18 EST
From: Keybedder@aol.com
Subject: New story submission and a request

THE HALLS OF ACADEME, PART ONE by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2004 by the author.

(A Steelman Tale)

From the moment I saw him at the airport that March, I knew that Drew Ohlen
would be trouble. He was a finalist for an open faculty position in my
department at Steelman, the small college where I still teach. I was a
member of the search committee, and had volunteered to pick him up and take
him to campus for the grueling two-day interview.

It's hard to believe now, but I walked right past him in the crowd. When I
heard a voice call, "Professor Reynolds?" I turned, and found myself
looking into deep blue eyes in a smiling face. As I shook his hand, I sized
up the rest of him--blond hair, firm, dimpled jaw, and even white teeth. I
let my eyes flicker over the rest of a compact, trim body. I knew from
reading his C.V. that he was thirty-two and fresh out of a major California
university, a top graduate of their Ph.D. program in history.

"Call me Glenn," I said. "How did you know it was me?"

"Well," he replied, "Let's just say you had a look about you. The look of a
man who needs to find someone very badly."

His cobalt eyes twinkled. Flirting with someone who was evaluating him for
a possible job was outrageous--but it worked. I started walking to counter
the weakness in my knees. "Baggage claim's this way. Did you check
anything?"

"Just one piece--but it's a big one." His smile flashed again.

Drew turned out to be a stellar candidate, delivering a brilliant
demonstration lecture, answering endless questions patiently and with good
humor. He charmed students, faculty and administrators alike. He was the
last of three candidates, and halfway through his visit we knew he was our
man.

We were alone together only a few times, but one was memorable. It was in a
men's room in the main classroom building just before Drew was to give his
lecture. I had finished my business and was standing at one of the basins
when he entered, dressed in a dark suit. His walk was jaunty and he looked
pretty relaxed for someone whose future was supposedly on the line.

Drew doffed his jacket, hung it on the hook near the door and headed for
one of the urinals, choosing the one furthest from me. As he unzipped I
stared into the mirror. Though I was washing my hands carefully my eyes
were focused elsewhere. A moment later my furtive efforts were rewarded. My
heart gave a leap as I saw the healthy size of the soft cock held casually
in his hand. Golden liquid issued from the healthy pink, circumcised head
that flared out just the way I liked it from the shaft.

All too soon he finished and flushed. I made a show of pulling paper towels
from the rack and drying myself. As he came up to the mirror I said, "Good
luck."

Drew smiled. "Thanks." He put on his jacket, then said, "I feel fine about
this part. I think I've already had the real interview."

He left before I had a chance to think of an answer.

The next day I drove him to the airport. We chatted and laughed in the car
as though we had known each other all our lives.

Drew's adroit gaydar had extracted from me the fact that I was
unattached. "What's a nice guy like you doing all alone?" he asked, as we
swung onto the access road.

I wasn't about to get into it. "Long and boring story. What about you? No
one who'll be heartbroken if you leave L.A. for the Lone Star State?"

Drew shook his head. "I fall in love every two weeks, but you know what
they say about the good ones all being taken."

I parked the car and walked with him into the terminal. At the security
checkpoint I stopped and gave him his bag. I held out my hand. "Have a safe
trip, Dr. Ohlen."

Drew pursed his lips in mock reproach. "So formal." The next moment I
gasped as I felt a hand on my crotch, squeezing gently. I looked around,
wondering if anyone had seen, but people continued to mill past us
unconcerned. Drew released me and shook my hand, still extended in my state
of shock.

"Thank you, Dr. Reynolds." He added quietly, "I saw you cop a look
yesterday. Now we're even."

As he walked toward the line of passengers waiting to have their baggage
inspected, he said over his shoulder, "See you in the fall, I hope."

My mouth was still open. I closed it and walked away. As soon as I could I
quickly adjusted what was pressing painfully against the front of my pants.

Drew Ohlen joined the faculty the following September and quickly settled
into life at a small college. It was my first semester as chair of the
department, so I saw quite a bit of him. He treated me courteously and
never referred to the singular way he had said farewell the previous
spring.

I might have known Drew would be a fitness buff. He certainly was easy on
the eye jogging or cycling around campus. It was hard not to notice the
wide shoulders, the flat stomach, the way his exercise shorts fitted his
thighs and butt, and especially how the elastic material outlined the
equipment between his legs.

I swam laps for exercise myself, and of course ran into him at the pool as
well. Most of the males on campus had switched to the baggy boxer-style
trunks, especially those of us past a certain age. Drew, though, kept with
Speedos. I found it hard not to stare at him when he appeared on deck, lean
and muscled and nearly naked. He was a much faster swimmer that I was and
was always out and dressed before I was through. This was a good thing as I
don't know what I would have done if we'd ended up in the shower
together. It was bad enough that we sometimes got to the pool at the same
time and I had to stand next to him in the locker room, trying to carry on
a conversation, while he peeled down to nothing. Of course I couldn't
resist sneaking quick peeks at the thick rope of flesh that dangled between
his legs, just before he wriggled into his tight suit.

I was not going to get involved with a colleague, especially younger and in
my department. I'd had a workplace affair at my first job and it had blown
up in my face. I'd been forced to resign and spent several years out of
teaching, which nearly killed me. To get hired here at Steelman I'd had to
give up all credit toward tenure.

It had been a long, hard climb back up, but I had done it. Most people
around here figured I was gay, but no one knew anything about my past. I
had the reputation of being a discreet "confirmed bachelor." I was
determined to keep it that way.

As it turned out, Drew had other ideas.

He often stopped by my office, ostensibly to talk about how he was
doing. One of my duties as chair, after all, was to mentor new faculty,
make sure they were on the right track toward tenure. I had my doubts Drew
would stay the course at Steelman, not because he wasn't cutting it.  James
Druther Ohlen was a brilliant scholar, the best we'd ever managed to land
in the department. He had already published articles in top-tier journals
and was working on his first book. Sooner or later a more prestigious
institution was going to grab him. It was just a matter of time.

Drew always claimed afterward that he hadn't hung around the department all
those evenings just to hit on me. "Give me a break, Glenn," he said with
that smile that always made my knees turn to rubber. "You had me scared to
death with all that talk about perfecting your teaching, pulling your
weight in the department. I was working like a dog."

So was I. The administrative duties of a chair in a small college
department are heavy, and you don't get any release time. Besides, I didn't
have anybody at home waiting for me.

One evening that fall, getting on toward midsemester, I'd stayed in the
office to work on some budget details. About six o'clock I leaned back in
my chair, yawned and rubbed my aching eyes. Two empty cans of Diet Coke sat
by the computer. I had to take a leak, and bad.

I hurried out of the office and down to the men's room in the hallway, my
bladder screaming for relief. I barely got unzipped in front of the urinal
before the floodgates opened.

As the pressure began to ease I closed my eyes and sighed. Then the door
creaked open behind me. I've always had bashful kidneys and my stream
halted. With an effort I got myself going again, staring straight ahead,
determined not to acknowledge the intruder.

"Hello there."

The voice came from right next to me. I turned my head and found myself
looking into Drew's eyes. I was able to hold his gaze only because to look
elsewhere would have meant looking down, and I wasn't going to get caught
doing that again.

"Hello," I managed to get out.

"Working late, I see," Drew said, unzipping and letting loose. How could he
be so casual? I couldn't do anything except nod. Carrying on conversations
at the pisser wasn't something I was used to doing. Thank goodness I was
just about done with my business.

"You work too hard, Dr. Reynolds."

I shrugged, and reached down to zip up. To my horror I realized that my
anatomy had a mind of its own, and had reacted to the fact that I was
standing with my dick out next to an attractive man, also exposed.

I gritted my teeth as I worked to stuff myself back into my trousers. Drew
stood there all the while, saying nothing, a small smile on his face. My
own face was burning.

Finally I got myself put together and lurched toward the sink. As I ran
water in a noisy stream Drew finished his own business and joined me at the
basins.

I washed my hands carefully, saying nothing. I could hardly help catching
his eye in the mirror. Drew grinned.

"Looks like you could use some serious stress relief."

"What--" I started to say, then realized he had shifted his gaze to my
crotch, still bulging.

My younger colleague shook his head in mock reproach. "Got to keep those
pipes cleared, Glenn. You're getting to the age where it's going to catch
up with you."

Exactly as he had done the year before, he wiped his hands and left before
I could think of a rejoinder.

Alone in bed late that night, I thought about Drew--his toned body,
glinting blue eyes, and mellow voice. His smile. I pictured the times I'd
seen him riding his bike, or at the pool. As my hand began to move on my
cock I imagined myself in front of him, hooking my fingers under the
waistband of his tight Speedos, seeing his rapidly hardening dick flop out
as I fell to my knees and my mouth opened.

Afterward I blotted off the hot spurts just beginning to cool on my stomach
with my jockeys and drifted into sleep, naked under the covers.

Still, I managed to control myself at work, giving Drew nothing. He must
have taken that as a challenge.

It was after lunch one day in late October. We'd been having a string of
sunny, ninety-degree scorchers, unseasonably warm for that time of year in
central Texas, the kind of weather that gets people talking about global
warming.

I was working at my desk, the door open. I heard a knock.

"Listen," Drew's voice said. "What's this I hear about a nude beach around
here?"

I looked up, startled. He was lounging in the doorway. I quickly motioned
him in. It wasn't till I shut the door that I answered.

"Look," I said, "This isn't California. I'm going to have to ask you to be
a bit more discreet."

Drew looked contrite. "You're right, Glenn, sorry." Then he smiled. "But
anyway, can you take me there?"

I sighed. "Why? You don't need me. I'll just give you directions. The
minute you get there people will be falling over themselves to share your
beach towel."

He took the implied compliment with practiced ease. "I'd rather be out
there with you. You're free this afternoon, right? It's a weekday--we'll
have the place to ourselves."

I was weakening, but still determined to play by the rules. "I'll have to
cancel my office hours."

He winked. "I'll never tell."

An hour later we stood on a shelf of rock by the waters of the large lake
west of town. This was the only clothing-optional public waterfront in the
state, a relic of slower, more laid-back days decades ago. Some rich nudist
had deeded the land to the state on the condition that it be kept a
clothing-optional park in perpetuity. Thanks to him, people who lived in
this area could still get naked and lounge by the water with beer in hand,
as if this were still the seventies.

We were lucky and found a spot with a jutting overhang of limestone above,
getting shade and a bit of privacy.

I hesitated when the moment of truth arrived, but Drew calmly peeled off
his clothes and started applying sunscreen.

"Do my back, would you, Glenn?"

I obliged. As soon as I was done, Drew jumped in the water and swam out
with strong, sure strokes. I stripped and breaststroked leisurely after
him. Maybe this would be okay, after all. I could enjoy the sun and the
water and Drew's good company. Not bad for an afternoon when I should have
been working.

I got out first and perched on my towel. Drew was at the line of floats
that marked the edge of the swimming area. I watched his body cut
gracefully through the water.

After a while he turned and began swimming back. In a few minutes he
emerged, muscled and dripping, blond hair darkened by the water and
plastered to his skull, a pagan god in full glory. His cock hung flaccid
between his legs, heavy, full balls swinging beneath.

Drew picked up his towel. "The water," he announced, "is magnificent. This
is the best, Glenn. Thanks for bringing me out here." I nodded, not
trusting my voice.

Suddenly he crouched before me, so close that I sensed the moist heat
rising from his body, smelled the coconut fragrance of sunscreen, felt his
warm breath on my face. Before I could react he leaned forward, cocked his
head to one side and pressed his lips to mine.

"I've been wanting to do that ever since I saw you," Drew whispered.

I sat stunned for a moment, then rose and picked up my towel. I started
gathering my things and stuffing them into the duffel bag I had brought.

"Whoa," Drew said, laughing, "What did I do?" I continued to pack, ignoring
him.

"Glenn, are you abandoning me? We came in your car."

"I'm sure you can find someone to give you a ride." Where the hell were my
shoes?

"Geez, you're really mad. C'mon, lighten up. What's a little kiss between
friends?"

I faced him. "Can't you get the message? I'm not interested."

Drew's expression was challenging. "Then why did you come out here with me?
Why'd you flash your hard-on at me? I didn't imagine that."

My shoulders sagged. "Why won't you just leave me alone?"

His gaze didn't waver. "Do I have to spell it out? Because you have a hot
body and a brain. Because I want you, Glenn."

"Don't." I turned away. I wanted to punch something, scream--anything to
keep from turning again and falling to my knees in front of him.

I felt his warm presence behind me. Before I had a chance to react, one
strong arm encircled my chest and pulled me to him. At the same time his
other hand grasped my cock. His warm breath tickled my ear.

"C'mon," Drew whispered. "Let yourself go for it."

Memories came crowding back into my head. Another strong male body close to
mine. Another hand around my hardening cock. Another low voice murmuring
into my ear. A man I had loved, lost to me forever.

Pain that I thought I would never feel again rose in my chest. I tried to
hold back the tears that were spilling from underneath my closed eyelids,
but couldn't.

"Please," I choked out. Drew finally figured out that something was
wrong. He let me go and backed away. I sank down toward the rock, fighting
to regain control.

"Glenn, I'm sorry. Whatever I did--"

I waved one hand back at him. "Not you." The tears kept coming, as fast as
my other hand could wipe them away. As upset as I was I was also mortified
that Drew was seeing me like this, naked and blubbering.

Long moments passed before I finally started getting hold of myself. I
turned, trying to think of something to say. Drew wasn't there.

Still sniffling, I looked further. My younger colleague was sitting on his
towel some distance away, his broad back to me, looking at the water. After
a moment I picked up my towel and went toward him.

Drew turned as I approached. "You all right?" was all he said.

I nodded, not yet trusting myself to speak, and unfolded my towel next to
his. We sat silent, looking at the water.

He spoke again. "I'm sorry, Glenn."

"It's not your fault."

"Feel like talking about it?"

I looked up, startled. He looked at me, his eyes direct as always. My mouth
opened, intending to utter a refusal.

"Before I came to Steelman I taught at a small school in Oklahoma. College
of the New Cross. Ever heard of it?"

Drew's expression was wry. "Nope. I can guess what kind of place it was."

I nodded. "You got it. Every man on the faculty was married except me. I
knew what I was in for, but I needed the job. I figured I'd teach my
classes and do my work, and just hibernate the rest of the time while I
looked for something else."

"But you found someone."

"Yes. His name was Dirk. He had an office down the hall from me. He had
been teaching there a couple of years, in economics. Married, of course."

"That didn't stop him, did it?"

"No." I laughed a little through my tears. "I was so naive. I actually
thought all married men were straight. Imagine how shocked I was when one
day after a racketball game he hit on me in the gym shower."

"Let me guess. He was cute."

"Oh God, yes. Blond hair, tight body, blue eyes. Quite a bit like yours." I
looked at Drew. He looked back at me. Nothing was in his gaze right now
except sympathy. "I was going crazy with loneliness. Well, I'm sure you can
do the math."

"What happened?"

"We got careless. A female student who had a crush on him saw him claimed
she saw us kissing. The administration hauled us both into a hearing. We
could have stood firm and denied it. It was our word against hers. Dirk
caved in under the pressure, though."

"Blamed you."

I felt the tears rising again. I could have stood it all, except his
betrayal. "The church elders on the board bought his story that he'd been
seduced by the evil homosexual. After all, how could he be gay, with a wife
and little baby? They paid me until the end of that year, but they kicked
me out right away. Told me to clean out my office, barred me from campus."

"Bastards."

"The worst thing was Dirk freezing me out. He wouldn't return my phone
calls or answer my e-mails. It was a small town--I had to run into him, at
the store and other places. He'd look right through me, as if I didn't
exist.

"By the time I got here I was a basket case. Sold cars, worked in a bank,
tried to forget the whole thing. But I wanted to teach. I knew I was good
at it. I got hired on here as an adjunct teaching an extra section of
U.S. History one fall. When a tenure-track position opened up after a
couple of years, I applied for it.

"I'd done a good job as an adjunct, but inside candidates aren't always
shoo-ins. To get a full-time job I had to interview with the
administration. I was a wreck. I figured someone would bring up my past
record. But Jon Evans was great."

"The Provost?"

I nodded. "He cut to the chase right away. `Glenn,' he said, `I'm aware of
the circumstances under which you left your previous full-time position,
and I'm also aware they had nothing to do with your abilities as a teacher
and scholar. Here at Steelman we take the position that private lives of
faculty members are their own business--as long as they don't break the law
or cause harm to the institution.'"

Drew nodded. "I liked him when I had my interview."

"It wasn't till months later I found out he was family."

He whistled. "Really."

I nodded. "Not only that, he'd caused quite a stir years ago when a nice
young man who had just graduated from Steelman moved in with him. So he
could relate to what I'd been through. Says a lot for him that even with
all that they promoted him from the ranks when the head job opened up."

"So what are you afraid of, Glenn?"

His voice had changed. I looked up and saw that his eyes had, too. The heat
was back in them.

"What do you mean?"

"You got burned. That was then, this is now. It's not going to happen again
at Steelman. How long are you going to let the past keep you from being
happy?"

"Easy for you to say." Now I was getting pissed. "You've never had a rough
day in your life. Your talent. Your looks. It's been smooth sailing for you
all the way. How do you know what it was like for me? What it's like now?
You don't."

Drew stared at me, then gave a curt nod. "You're right, I don't."

"Besides, I'm your chair. How can I evaluate you objectively, if we're
sleeping together? Or maybe that's what you want, to compromise my
objectivity."

He shook his head in disbelief. "Is that what you think of me--I'm trying
to fuck my way to the top? Let me tell you something, Mr. Chairman." He
leaned close to me and once again the force of his presence struck me like
a blow. "I know what I feel for you. But if you can't see that, then
fine. There's nothing I can do."

He turned away, picked up his underwear and started to dress. "Now, can you
take me home?"

There wasn't anything else to say. We drove back to town, mostly in
silence. When I dropped him off at his apartment, Drew didn't ask me to
come in.

"Thanks for the afternoon. See you around," he said, then was gone.

I sat in my car, staring straight ahead. What I said had worked. Our
relationship was going to stay on the level, and I wouldn't be having to
deal with a messy affair with a colleague. All well and good.

It didn't feel good, though. My heart was a lump of lead in my chest. I
heaved a sigh, put the car in gear and drove slowly home.

TO BE CONTINUED...