Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 10:41:20 EDT
From: Nurse7926@aol.com
Subject: Professor and Brett Chap. 2

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read this material, or are underage, or homosexual acts offend you, then
please stop now. Otherwise, please enjoy.

This is my first attempt at writing on nifty. Comments back are welcome,
but please, be nice. All flames will be ignored. Also, this story is a
romance. Although sex will be an important part, it will take some time for
the story to reach that point.

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Professor and Brett Chap.2

Greg:
	The whole way driving to the college, his mind was on the events
that'd just transpired. "Fuck, did I really just give that guy my number? I
can't believe it. Why would he ask for it anyways. I mean, damn, he is one
hot lil stud, and me, well, why would he even wanna talk with me?"

	With his mind preoccupied, Greg almost drove past the lot he was
supposed o park his car in. "Dammit," he thought. "Boy, you're gonna have
to get your act together today." Looking at his watch as he got out of the
car, he swore softly out loud, realizing that he was ten minutes past the
start of first period.

	"Ok class, Yeah I'm here, no you're not getting a free period to
just goof off," he said, entering the classroom. Shifting into lecture
mode, he began earnestly talking to the students. He ruthlessly kept his
mind focused on the task at hand, while in the back of his head, what he
really wanted to do was just go sit in a corner and daydream about the
young stud he'd run into at the coffee shop.

Brett:
	Getting into his car at starbucks, Brett thought about what'd
happened to him on his way home from work. "Man, that guy is fucking hot."
he thought. His mind drifted back to the way Greg's muscular butt filled
out his khaki cargo pants. "And he says he's gay also. I can't believe
it. Why would he even wanna talk to someone like me. And did he really
write his number for me to call? Was he serious? Dammit. Surely I'm not
gonna be lucky enough to have a stud like this in my life."

	Pulling into his driveway, Brett got his backpack and headed
upstairs to his 2nd floor apartment. He stopped just inside the front door,
kicking off his tennis shoes. "Man, I'm so tired." he thought, heading into
the living room to flip the A/C switch to the on position.

	Looking down at his scrubs, he groaned. "Fuck, these scrubs are
filthy." Sighing slightly, he decided to take a shower before heading to
bed to sleep. Stepping into his bathroom, he pulled his scrub top off over
his head, looking at his chest in the mirror. Light red hair dusted his
pecs, leading down to the treasure trail that tapered off towards in pubic
area. His abs were lightly defined with just a trace of a six pack chiseled
out. He stepped out of his pants and boxers in one smooth move, walking
into his shower.  Standing there with the water streaming down his chest,
he let his mind drift once more to the hot guy he'd met that morning. His
seven inch cock slowly started coming to life, getting hard as he stood
there. "Damn," he thought, "that professor in one hot boy." he slowly
reached down, taking his dick in hand. He started rubbing his hand up and
down the shaft, jerking it while thinking about Greg's hot body. In a
matter of seconds, his dick head swelled up. "Oh fuck," he said out loud,
as his jizz started splashing against the wall.

	Brett quickly finished his shower, stepping out and drying off with
a towel hanging on the wall besides his shower. He stepped out of the
bathroom and walked nude down the hallway towards the kitchen to get some
water before lying down to sleep. "9:00 AM" he said, looking towards the
clock. "Dude, you've got to get some sleep."

	Still nude, he went into his bedroom and crawled into bed between
the sheets. He wished, not for the first time that he had someone to cuddle
up to in his bed. Someone to hold him in their arms while he slept. Someone
who cared about Brett and his life. But he was alone, and he knew
it. Rolling on his side, he grabbed a pillow and fell quickly into a deep
dreamless sleep.

Greg:
	"Earth to Greg, earth to Greg." said a voice, cutting into Greg's
thoughts. Greg looked up from his lunch tray to see Jerrod, a co-worker who
also happened to be his best friend in the world staring down at him.

	"Oh hey Jerrod." said Greg. "What's going on, man?"

	"That's what I'm trying to figure out," replied Jerrod. "You've had
this sappy grin on your face every time I've seen you today. I mean, I know
it's your birthday and all, but what gives, pal?"

	"Oh nothing." said Greg, trying to act nonchalant.

	"Right," said Jerrod. "You know, Greg. I may be straight, but I'm
not dumb. Come on man, I'm your best friend. And when I say something's up,
then something's up."

	"No really," said Greg, trying to bluff his way out. "I don't know
what you're talking about man."

	"Ummhmm. I see, you don't wanna talk about it." replied
Jerrod. "Wait a minute. Did you, oh my god, you've met someone haven't
you?" said Jarrod. "It makes sense. That sappy grin. Quick tell me now."
Jerrod was staring at his friend with a piercing knowing look in his eyes.

	"Umm, I really don't wanna talk about it right now," mumbled Greg,
looking anxiously around the cafeteria where any number of students or
professors could be eavesdropping on their conversation.

	"Ok, ok," said Jerrod. "Hey I know. Come to dinner this Friday
night. I know it's only Tuesday now, but we'll catch up then. Amy told me
to tell ya yesterday, but I forgot till just now. Austin will be at the
babysitters, and we'll have time to talk about this person you've met."

	"Ok man, I'll do it." said Greg.

	"Sweet." said Jerrod. "Oh and by the way," he leaned over to
whisper in Greg's ear "Whoever this guy is you've met, he's one lucky son
of a bitch if he catches you." With these words, Jerrod turned and
sauntered away, walking past a group of giggling college girls who were all
watching his cute ass pass them by.

	"Sitting at the table alone, Greg thought about what Jerrod had
just said. "Nah," he thought again, with doubts rising in his mind. "He
won't call me anyways. That coffee was a one time thing. I bet he has guys
left and right hitting on him."

	"K, Greg, get your act together." he thought. Getting up from the
table, he threw the remainder of his lunch away, and went back to the
classroom to grade the latest quizzes he'd given his students.


Brett:

	BEEP BEEP BEEP. Brett rolled over in the bed, smashing the snooze
button on his alarm clock. "Oh damn," he muttered, "4:00 PM already?" He
laid there, struggling to wake up from the deep sleep he'd been in. "What
do I want to do this evening" he thought to himself. Suddenly he remembered
the events that'd happened that morning to him.  "Hmmm, wonder if Greg
would meet me for dinner if I asked him too." he wondered. "Nah, I bet he'd
turn me down flat."

	Brett laid there letting his insecurities get the better of him for
a minute. "Oh man, I'm gonna call him anyways," he thought. "even if he
turns me down, I want to say I tried. That is one hot stud." Rolling over
to the side of the bed, he grabbed his cell phone from the charger. Looking
down at the number still written on his hand, he started dialing, with his
heart pounding. "Please pick up." he thought.

Greg:
	Greg leaned back in his chair. "4:00 PM" he thought. "Wow, I'm
ready to go home." He leaned down to pick up his briefcase and started
searching his pockets for his car keys. Suddenly, he heard his cell phone
start ringing. He stopped, freezing for a second, wondering who was
calling. Nobody ever called him at this time of day. "Could it be? Nah,
probably a telemarketer." he thought. " Oh what the hell, I'm gonna answer
anyways."

	"Hello." He said into the phone.

	"Hey Greg, It's Brett." said Brett into the phone. He loved the way
Greg said hello. His voice sounded sexy as hell, even over the telephone.

	"Hey Brett, how's it going man?" asked Greg.

	"It's good man. Just woke up and was thinking about you." said
Brett softly into the phone.


	"Really," said Greg. He thought it sounded like Brett had just
gotten out of bed. His morning voice on the phone was sending shivers down
Greg's spine, and making him wonder what Brett looked like laying there in
bed naked. The thought started making his member get hard.

	"Yeah," said Brett. "I was wondering if you had any plans for
tonight. I know it's kinda late to be calling ya, man. But I was hoping
you'd let me take you out on a date." Brett's heart was in his throat. He
just knew Greg was going to turn him down, and he knew it was going to hurt
like hell when he did.

	"I'd like that." replied Greg, softly. So softly that Brett almost
missed hearing it.

	"Really? Awesome." said Brett.

	Greg laughed slowly. He loved the way Brett's voice sounded. It
sounded like a little kid in a candy factory. "Could he really be this
excited over going out with me?" He wondered to himself.

	"Yeah really." replied Greg. "So what time you pickin me up, boi?"

	"Ummm, does seven work for you?" asked Brett.

	"Yup." replied Greg. "You want me to meet ya somewhere?"

	"No." said Brett. "I'll pick you up. Where do you live at?"

	Greg gave Brett directions to his apartment, and then hung up the
phone. "Oh my God, He just asked me on a date. I can't believe this. Is
this really happening?" thoughts were spinning thru Greg's mind like crazy.

	He left campus and headed home. He hadn't asked where they were
going, but he wanted some time to get ready. The whole way to his house, he
had that same sappy little grin on his face. But damn, if he didn't just
want to have that boy in his life. All in all, his birthday was looking a
lot better than it had that morning.

Ok, guys. That's it for part two. Let me know what you think. I know, I
know. Thangs are moving slowly. But I wanted to write this like a true
romance novel. And yeah. There will be some hot sex ahead, but it's just
taking awhile to get there. Let me know if I should continue to chapter 3
or not.