Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2006 20:31:34 +0200
From: Expat Stud <expatstud@gmail.com>
Subject: Fucked by Dr. Paul

The following is a true account of my first real foray into man-on-man
sex. Sure, I had given blow jobs in porn theatres and at drunken parties,
but I had never really submitted myself to another man and allowed him to
use me for his pleasure. Until university...

I grew up in a small town in Eastern Kentucky, up in the Appalachian
region. I was a fortunate kid: I traveled the world a lot, and had that
cute look that older guys seemed to adore. Add the absence of any real
father figure in my life, and I was very ripe for being taken advantage of.

I was a smart, brainy kid. I never played sports, did not know how to swim,
was never a member of the A list. But, I had an engaging personality, an
innocence that stemmed from my religious upbringing, and a general 'ah,
shucks' attitude about life. (Looking back on this, 15 years later, I
cannot believe how naive I had been...)

I received a full scholarship to a local university in the state. Tuition
and housing were covered, and I was excited to explore the world away from
the church. As I said, I was a smart kid, one of the terminally motivated
liberal art majors of late 80s, so I was tapped to join the local Honors
Club. And that is where I met Dr. Paul.

Dr. Paul (we all called him by his first name, generally Paul), was the
young, charismatic director of the Honors program. Very good looking
man--he kept fit by running every day, and he had that mid-western corn-fed
look that you see in guys from Iowa. His specialty was (is still, I
suppose) archaeology. He was young to be a director of a program--at the
time he must have been 31, but to my impressionable 18 years he seemed to
be a very worldly, mature, renaissance man.

Okay, so at this point you are probably wanting to know the juicy bits, I
am sure. Well, here they are...

Dr. Paul liked to throw parties that would turn into utter boozefests --
people would drink way too much, throw up in the public areas of his apt
building, just make pigs of themselves. After one of these parties I found
that I was the only one to remain--I had arranged to stay the nite, as I
was the poor kid with no car anyway, and it was well-known that I liked to
have my tipple. And I thought Dr. Paul was cute, and perhaps I could flirt
with him (this sentiment was felt by male and female alike--one chick I
studied with actually felt him up while he was passed out at a previous
party...) Little did I know how far this flirting would go!

So Dr. Paul and I are the only ones left, everyone else had gone home. Must
have been 2am on a Friday, and we are just chatting away. Somehow the
conversation turned to sex, and to what type of women we liked, and then it
became more intimate--like the best sex we ever had, what our favourite
positions were, etc. We even talked about blowjobs, and how he had never
been able to cum from one. How naive I was! He was totally playing me...

Dr. Paul was a beauty to behold--blonde, blue eyes, nice basket. But I had
never thought of him in that way--until I woke up with his cock in my face
and my hands and legs tied down.

What had happened was that I was just too tired to stay up any longer --
Dr. Paul told me I should take his bed, considering I was a guest in his
house. I was slightly drunk and too tired to refuse his offer. So, I took
his bed and passed out. What happened when I awoke will never leave my
mind.

Dr. Paul's cock was in my face--ready to enter my mouth. I was tied down in
the bed (apparently he had rigged up restraints that were hidden under the
mattress when he had company...) He said he was tired of my teasing and it
was time to see if someone would give him a blowjob worth remembering. His
cock was pretty impressive, I must say--just over 8"", fat head (very fat
head, obscenely so when I think about it, a very spongey head that I got to
know only too well...) But hey, I was tied up and not certain if I wanted
to go this route--I had had limited experience with guys and it had always
been on my terms, to a great degree. But I must say the lack of control
really made me leak a lot

So Dr. Paul's cock is in my face, I am tied up and have no real means of
escape, so what was I to do? Sure, I struggled a bit, as much as I could,
but what could I do? There were a few moments of struggle, but finally I
opened my mouth, and he thrust his cock in, all the way, and just held it
there. Here I am gagging, scared, just wondering what the fuck is going to
happen, and he starts pumping away.

And he nearly drowned me.

I've never been with a guy since that had so much precum--it was a
never-ending flow, worse than a leaky faucet. And Paul pounded and slammed
and pumped and leaked for a good 15 minutes, when he finally told me to
'open up--I'm ready to cum.' We had gotten into a rhythm that must have
been working--I admit, I like sucking cock and am quite good at it. As he
got closer he got more and more verbal, 'fucking fag student', 'fucking
cocksucker', 'you're going to eat every drop of this', etc. Of course I was
turned on--he had probably sensed my need for an authoritative man, I just
never thought it would be like this!

And then he started to unload. My god, did he ever. Dr. Paul just pushed
his cock in my mouth and started to shoot, first one, then two, then three,
eventually a good six healthy volleys of pent-up man jizz, the kind that
you can smell in your nose once it hits your tongue. He dared me to let any
of it leak out, that he did not want to mess up the bed sheets--and I
didn't. I just instinctively swallowed. And I swallowed, and I swallowed.
Paul then pulled his dick out and started rubbing it on my face, pushing it
against my tongue, pushing it into my mouth--it's like he wanted to mark
his space, and he never seemed to feel overly sensitive (I found out over
time that he was never especially sensitive after cumming, unlike most
men--he liked to savour the feeling...)

By the time this mouth rape was over I was as horny as ever, my own 7"
straining hard--I so wanted to cum, like you would not believe! But, I was
tied up, hands and legs. Not much I could do there except to just hump the
air and beg Dr. Paul.

'I don't do cock' was his reply.

So there I was, tied down in the bed, taste of an enormous load in my
mouth, smell of it on my face, horny as could be, and no way to relieve
myself. And then Dr. Paul disappeared. My cock is swaying in the air,
precum everyplace, I just want to cum at this point. I had no idea that
this was just the appetizer...

About 30 minutes later Dr. Paul returned (funny how I still think of him as
Dr. Paul...) He was all boned up, his cock glistening from the action
before...  he untied me--which was good. My hands and legs felt a bit
frozen at this point.

'Why don't you move around a bit, are you okay?'

Dr. Paul started to massage my arms and my legs, complementing me on my
performance--it was the first time he had ever been blown successfully, he
said. What a fool I was. And he kept reassuring me, rubbing me, ignorant of
my own cock that needed release. Just rearranging me to suit his needs.

I'll never forget that, as it was so deceptive. Dr. Paul just wanted me to
change positions to suit him, but I had no idea. I honestly thought he felt
bad for me...until, in a moment of distraction, the restraints were back
on. I was on my stomach, arse in the air, and his cock was in my face
again.

'Suck on it a bit, you know you want to. Make me feel good.'

Of course I did not know what was about to happen--I was just too naive, I
had no idea that guys could fuck each other, let alone that they would. But
that is what happened. Dr.Paul used my mouth as a means of getting totally
lubed for his next assault.

'I'm not necessarily heterosexual,' he said (I swear this is what he
said!), then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved to my ass. No
foreplay, no fingering, no loosening me up. No, he just put his cock head
to my anus, bit down on my shoulder/back (to distract me), and shoved in...

The pain! I had never been fucked before, and I had never entertained it
like this. Dr. Paul was raping me.

Oh, I fought in the beginning, as much as I could do being tied up in
someone's bed. But his big cock was just something that could not give up
easily (especially as a bit helpless), and through his screaming at me
('you wanted this, you cocktease!', 'take it, faggot student', 'I said
OPEN!'), I could not resist for too long. Eventually my ass opened. And
then Dr. Paul began to fuck.

And fuck he did.

My god, what a cocksman! Dr. Paul was like someone who had done without for
weeks, if not months, and just pounded away. He kept up with his talk
('what a dick pig!' just a fucking faggot student!') and I got more into
the zone. Really, there was little reason for the restraints, but he needed
them there, he needed to feel that he was dominating another guy. I gave up
on the idea that I was a willing participant finally and just let him fuck
away. And Dr. Paul fucked me silly.

His cock was obviously well-seasoned—it must have had calluses on it, as he
seemed to feel no sensation from driving in and out and in and out and in
and out of my virgin hole. He was insatiable—just never-ending fucking, and
I was pretty much merciless! And sore! Thinking back on it, what a great
cock—I never fully appreciated it! Hot, incredibly hard, dripping with
jizz—what a dreamy cock!

It must have gone on for a good 25-30 minutes, and my legs were just tired
as they could be. But realise, I was a virgin at this point so my ass would
have felt as tight as could be at this point--which is something Dr. Paul
caught on too: He would have my ass from every position. He would loosen me
up enough to move from the standard missionary, the doggy, the side--you
name it, he claimed it. And he fucked HARD. And his cock was so hard, so
big, it was like it was coming out of my throat.

After about 30 minutes Dr Paul seemed to wear out. He was tired, and ready
to cum.

'I'm going to breed you.' This was the first time I ever heard this, but
not the last (from him. We kept this up for a long time!)

And at that I felt Dr. Paul's cock twitch in my arse and suddenly a warmth,
a wetness, filled my being. He was cumming deep inside me. And he came and
he came. And then he just started to thrust some more, hard, as though he
had a statement to make. And he seemed to cum some more. He finally pulled
his cock out of me after a while, and pushed it to my face, to my mouth. He
needed me to finish my job, to keep his cock clean.

`Open up, faggot.'

With that he thrust his still 3/4-hard cock in my mouth and pretty much
made me suck it (he had this thing about going to bed soiled in any way—it
got really weird after a while...)

So I suckled his spent cock, wondering what the fuck I had done, what I had
gotten myself into, but ultimately just wanting to cum, more than anything
else.

Dr. Paul allowed me to suck his cock clean for about five minutes or so,
and then said that he needed to sleep. He took the ropes off of me,
thankfully, as I really needed to shoot at this point. I was jacking away
as he says,

'Don't fucking beat off around me, ever!'

At which point Dr. Paul slipped the hand restraints back on--my hands were
tied, so to speak, and my cock was aching. But what was I to do?

Incidentally, Dr. Paul and I kept this up for many years, and he never once
let me cum in front of him, even though I really wanted to. When I finally
left the area, he had fucked me so silly so many times I could barely feel
anything anymore, and I probably drained a good gallon of jizz from him...

If you want to talk about this real story, ping me at
expatstud@gmail.com....