Date: Wed, 7 May 2008 15:27:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject:: Professor Starner flipped, part 2

Wayne walked further into the room. The lights were off, and the heavy
drapes were drawn, letting in very little light. Wayne could make out the
shapes of Starner's desk, the guest chairs, file cabinets.
	"Strip, Wayne. Strip."
	The hunky athlete started by crossing his arms and peeling his
white t-shirt off his ripped abs and firm pecs. Starner noted a dusting of
chest hair, barely dipping below the pecs, then smoothness, then a trail
starting at the belly button and dipping down below his belt.
	Dark hairs peeked from his armpits. The shirt landed somewhere out
of the dim light. Wayne stepped out of his sneakers as he unbuckled his
belt, then unbuttoning his pants and slid down the zipper. He shucked his
jeans, the blue denim hugging his muscled thighs and calves, not wanting to
release Wayne's wonders.
	The dark blue jockstrap had its color hidden in the subdued light.
	"Keep that on, Wayne," Starner instructed right before Wayne
removed the jockstrap, his thumbs hooked in the elastic.
	Starner admired the dark headed athlete, the hair in a natural
wave. The jock's near-square jaw, that stereotypical Greek-house athlete
look, but without all the pretense.
	Wayne jumped when he felt the hand cup his right buttock and caress
it, staying on the muscled mound. Wayne stood, noticing his penis begin to
stiffen from the touch.
	The other hand started massaging the other ass cheek, the hands
never nearing Wayne's ass crack.
	"Is this what you wanted, Wayne? A man to caress you, care for you,
want you?" Starner prodded. "Do you like my hands on your buttock, Wayne?"
	Wayne moaned, "yes," and leaned into the massaging hands. This was,
indeed, what Wayne wanted, the feel of another man, strong hands, a manly
frame, a man's voice, a man.
	He'd lusted after teammates, housemates, other men, adoring their
bodies, their faces, them. He'd sneaked peaks in communal showered, viewed
in team showers, and openly stared at housemates sleeping naked in their
own beds, the door ajar.
	Wayne's cock started to strain against the jock strap, as Wayne
felt the top buttons of Starner's polo against his back, his butt muscles
being massaged and caressed, touched and felt, his fantasy being made real.
	Starner's tongue traced itself from Wayne's left shoulder to his
neck, then to his right shoulder, then back to the nape of the
neck. Starner bit gently into the athlete's flesh, starting to move his
hands from the firm ass cheeks around the hips, and into the top of the
thighs.
	Starner nipped at Wayne's right ear, then worked down that side of
Wayne necks, hearing Wayne's moaning, sighs and groans.
	The pair stood in Starner's office, the near-naked athlete and the
still-clothed professor, the athlete's muscled back resting against the
shirted chest of the instructor.
	Starner started moving to Wayne's right, his left hand working up
to the near-smooth-chest, and started massaging the pec. Starner's mouth
moved off the right shoulder and down to the tender teat.
	Wayne shuddered, feeling a sensuous chill through his body, his
bones, his being. He felt Professor Starner's tongue lapping at the right
nipple, an appendage growing from a firm muscle used to swing bats, and
lift weights, and write the paper that lead to this encounter. Wayne gasped
as the professor gentle, yet firmly, bit into the aureole and suckled on
the meat, Starner's right hand kneading the right inner thigh, arousing
Wayne further, straining his cock against the elastic fabric of the
jockstrap restraint. A finger slyly felt the "taint", that esoteric space
between the male scrotum and anus, that makes even straight men weep.
	Wayne did. Tears of joy slowly seeped from his eyes, running down
his cheeks, burning his flesh, adding to the sensual pleasures the
professor offered, and gave.
	A gasp escaped his lips as Starner switched to the left teat,
standing clothed front to naked skin, suckling a teat and massaging a
space. Wayne spread his legs, adjusting to remain standing. The professor
appreciated the spread legs, and massaged back further while moving his
lips to Wayne's supple pucker and shared that first kiss.
	Leather relaxed Wayne as he felt the chaise on his back, a move
down, the professor on top, a powerful make-out session that 20 minutes
later would leave both men panting on the floor, covered in sweat, and the
professor finally as naked as Wayne.
	Starner grasped Wayne's head hard to his chest, kissing the
athlete's forehead. He jumped slightly when the young man's tongue tapped
at the professor's nipple.
	Wayne pulled back a bit.
	"May I?" he asked, looking up in Starner's eyes, a combined look of
lust, heat, and drive.
	Starner nodded approval and Wayne worshipped the professor's body.
	Starner lay on his back, his toned chest a nice compliment to the
gym-muscled pecs of Wayne; a flat stomach being rubbed by a six-pack;
strong, smooth thighs brushing the hairy trunks of knowledge.
	While Wayne had a dusting of hair on his chest, Starner had
considerably more, twirling down from the pecs to start fanning out a few
inches above his navel. Wayne was following it down to the
tighty-whities. Wayne's right hand caressed the professor's left cheek and
rubbed the ear.
	Wayne darted back up the body, lapping at the hairy armpit, then
sucking it, Wayne holding the arm up as the professor tried to lower it,
prohibiting the pleasure.
	"Woah, Wayne. I'm a bit sensitive there," the professor chuckled.
	"How about here?" Wayne whispered, firmly grabbing Starner's cock
through his underwear, lifting his head from the armpit and kissing Starner
again.
	"I am there, too, but I think I can handle it. Can you?"
	"One way to find out."
	The professor put a palm to Wayne's forehead.
	"Are you sure?"
	"What?"
	"This is your first time, right?"
	"For some things, Prof. I'm not a total virgin," Wayne
said. "You're ruining the mood."
	"Sorry. I can tend to be practical, at times," Starner sighed,
resting on his elbows.
	"Well, stop."
	With that, Wayne dove for the dark-haired professor's crotch,
mouth-pouncing the instructor's throbbing baton through the white cottons,
encasing the tip in his jock mouth.
	The sudden sensation made Starner arch his back and whimper as
Wayne swallowed the cottoned member a few inches down.
	Starner ran his fingers through Wayne's hair as the college man
worked Starner's staff.
	The soaked white briefs clung to Starner's crotch, outlining his
7-inch rod, a thick slab of beef upon which the college man fed. The dark
hairs of the professor's nuts were outlined in the soggy crotch-suit.
	Wayne lifted the wet linen and licked at the teacher's nuts,
drawing the hairs into his mouth, then spitting.
	"Damn, you should shave those," Wayne chided, then sucked one in
whole. Starner squirmed as the orb popped inside the moist, warm cave.
	Wayne swirled it around inside, his tongue slithering out, and
sloppily caressing below the sack. Starner's toes curled as the athlete
popped the orb out, pried the cock from under the cotton, then tongue met
flesh for the first time, the moist muscle massaging the massive member.
	Starner tried to exercise some control, to keep from cumming, to
keep from springing up and skull fucking the student into oblivion. He
tried.
	He compromised, yanking Wayne by his hair out of his PhD crotch,
slamming the athlete on his back, flipping his ankles onto his shoulders,
spitting on the jock hole, and ramming his dick deep in one thrust.
	Wayne screamed. The yell brought Starner back to reality, realizing
he'd just popped a cherry with no warm up, no thought, no care.
	His hand covered Wayne's mouth, and he checked the door to make
sure it was locked. Then he slowly drew his dick out to the tip, drooled on
the cock and shitter, and then did a slow push. Wayne wiggled and thrust,
trying to remove himself, biting on the hand over his mouth, trying to get
away from the fantasy he wanted.
	"Professor Starner? You okay?" the security guard called, trying
the door.
	Wayne and the professor locked eyes, staying still until they heard
him walk away.
	"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Starner asked.
	"I think I need more lube," Wayne said, tears streaming from his
eyes. His legs did hold the prof in place, though.
	Starner pulled out, drooled more, eased in, then out again, more
drool, then in. He repeated the process until he felt Wayne pushing onto
his cock.
	The slow pace pleased them both, growing into a quickening pace
over the next 15 minutes, sweat soaking them both until the professor
unloaded into the sweet hole.
	As he reached the apex of his climax, salty cream spewed from
Wayne's stiff dick, soaking his jockstrap in the sticky sleaze.
	Starner leaned into Wayne, their tongues dueling as the professor
eased down on the college athlete, kissing, petting, cuddling.
	The collegiate cock slowing slid from the heat of the Greek-house
hole. Starner spooned into Wayne's body, feeling the near smooth skin and
heat against his back, the athletic legs intertwining with his hairy ones.
	The jock licked Starner's neck as the two dozed off into the
evening.


That's the story for now, boys. It may continue, but not right away.


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