Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2013 20:13:55 -0500 From: Lewd Shrewd Subject: The Chemistry Professor, Chapter 4 Disclaimer: This is a work of gay, erotic fiction; please do not read if it is illegal for you to do so. This work is entirely fictional; any resemblances to real people, events, or institutions are coincidental. Please direct any comments, suggestions, or questions to lewdandshrewd@gmail.com. Thanks, and enjoy! -Lewdandshrewd Chapter 4 I had graduated from high school as salutatorian, and had been offered both soccer and academic scholarships to a couple of universities in the Midwest. I ended up deciding to go to school a few hours from home, where I thought I could balance athletics and academics and still have time for a social life. Andrew, my fuck-buddy from high school, ended up going to a school on the West Coast, so our sexual rendezvous would only continue on school breaks. The first few semesters of college were great; I did very well in my classes, and our soccer team went 12-4-2 during the regular season. While I didn't get much time on the field -- I was only a freshman, after all, even if I did have a soccer scholarship -- I improved markedly during those first few months, and knew that I'd be a started in future seasons. The rigorous practice and training schedule kept me in great shape, and I was never afraid of showering with the team, even though they were mostly older than me. I had started to get a little bit of blond chest hair by the end of senior year in high school, and I felt pretty manly and confident. My social life was a little less amazing. I didn't care much for my roommate, who had been assigned randomly to me, and I was too busy with classes and soccer practice to make very many friends outside those circles. I had never drunk much in high school, though my parents would let me have beer or wine when we had family gatherings at holidays, so I wasn't drawn to the fraternity and sorority keggers that were the primary social venue at the school. I was comfortably out at school, though I didn't flaunt my sexuality or go out of my way to let people know. Part of the reason I didn't much like my roommate was that he was clearly pretty uncomfortable living with a gay guy, and had grown up pretty conservative. He was never rude or mean, but he wasn't very friendly either. I did make a few gay friends through the LGBT Student Union, but I didn't really feel like I fit in that group very well. Honestly, I was pretty content to jerk off to porn when my roommate was in class, or occasionally in the shower, and didn't feel the need to try to get laid. I missed fucking around with Andrew, and we still sent each other naked pics or sexts occasionally when we jerked off, but I didn't really have the time or energy to start dating, or even to look for a new fuck-buddy. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind when, a week before final exams, I got an email from Roger, a guy in my physics class that I'd barely noticed over the semester, asking about a complicated derivation of some quantum mechanical equation. Quantum mechanics was something I was really interested in, and had learned that material really well, so I felt qualified to help Roger out. So I replied: "Hi Roger; glad to help out. I'm pretty sure I can explain the derivation, but I can't type out all the necessary equations in an email. I need to swing by Dr. Fillmore's office in the Science Annex to drop off a problem set; want to meet me in the Sci library in 30 min? --Rob" Roger's reply was quick and affirmative, thanking me for my time. I had been studying for biology, so I pulled my physics textbook off the shelf and refreshed my own memory on the derivation before packing my books and problem set into my bag, pulling on my down coat, and heading to the Science Annex, which was on the other side of campus, a 15 minute walk away. When I got to the Annex, I dropped off my biology problem set in the box outside Dr. Fillmore's office -- it was already 11pm, well past the time (most of) the professors went home -- and found a table in the front part of the science library. I pulled out my physics textbook and waited for Roger to show up. After a few minutes, he hurried through the library doors, looking like he'd been studying for the last 48 hours straight. His thick, curly brown hair was messed up, his dark-framed glasses were smudged, and he was wearing pajama pants. "Fuck, dude, I've been trying to understand this quantum shit all day and I can't fucking get it," Roger said as he pulled up a chair next to me. "Thanks for helping out. Sorry I look like a fucking train-wreck; this fucking exams thing really fucks me up." He was clearly not averse to swearing. "No problem, man. I thought it was pretty random that you asked me for help, though. I thought you and Anna were good friends; I think she gets this stuff as well as I do. Not that I'm saying you shouldn't ask me, though." Roger replied, "Yeah, Anna and I are tight, but... Well... I kinda wanted an excuse to meet you." I was taken aback; I'd barely ever noticed this guy, and he was... coming on to me? Still a little flustered, I stammered, "Well, uhh, thanks... I'm flattered? Now let's tackle this derivation." We spent the next fifteen minutes discussing selection rules for electronic Hamiltonians and how to set the limits on some complicated triple integrals, and it finally seemed to click in Roger's mind. "Fuck, that's all it is?! Dr. Kitz is a fucking moron; if he'd explained it that way from the fucking start, I would've been getting a fucking A in this class!" I laughed at his outburst, "Haha! Damn, Roger, you've got quite a mouth!" I was no stranger to swearing, but half the words this guy said seemed to be "fuck." Roger blushed, and said, much more meekly, "Sorry, Rob, I got a little worked up; you're just so fucking much better at explaining this stuff than him." "Well, glad to be of service; anything else I can help with?" "Actually, there is one thing. You're in my genomics class too, right? There was this one fucking question in the textbook that's been bugging me; I can't remember exactly what the question said, and I didn't bring my book, but there's got to be a copy in this fucking library somewhere, right?" I hadn't brought my genomics book, either, so we left our bags and coats and walked to the back of the library, where the biology section was. I followed Roger, and as he walked in front of me, I couldn't help but notice the top of his ass-crack peeking over the edge of his loose pajama pants; he had a much nicer butt than I had thought. We got to the biology section and started searching the stacks. After a few unsuccessful minutes, I looked over to see if Roger had found anything; he was facing the shelves, and his pajama pants were clearly concealing a raging hard-on. Roger turned his head to check on me, caught me staring at his junk, and grinned with a startlingly handsome smile. "I've been so fucking caught up in studying, I haven't fucking jerked off in three days. And then I find myself in the back of the fucking library at midnight with the fucking hottest dude in class... I couldn't help it!" I was suddenly feeling like a horny teenager. "That gorgeous smile, that grabbable ass, and that tent in your pants have made me forget about genomics." By this time, my own cock had grown to its impressive 8 thick inches, and was straining at the leg of my jeans. "Fuck, dude, can I?" Roger asked, nodding toward my obvious boner. I nodded, smiling, and Roger walked over and started rubbing my cock through the thick denim. I was feeling bold, and reached right into Roger's tented pajama pants, and my hand was greeted by a precum-covered, rock hard, six-inch cut cock. I kissed him, and more precum oozed out of his engorged head. As I pulled my hand out of his pants and out of our frenzied kiss, Roger said, "Sorry, dude, I leak a lot." "No fucking apology necessary," I replied, licking my fingers clean of his sweet, clear precum. "Yum," I winked. "Oh, God," Roger said, eyes rolling back in his head, "This is fucking hot!" "Try some yourself," I said, unzipping my jeans and freeing my hard cock from my boxer-briefs. Roger knelt in front of me, hesitantly pulling the foreskin back to reveal my very wet cock head. "Never sucked an uncut cock before?" I asked, recognizing Roger's hesitancy. "Nope, and never a cock this big before either, but fuck, I want to really fucking bad." "Then what are you waiting for, hot stuff?" I teased. Roger needed no further encouragement, and went to town, clearly enjoying having his mouth full of his classmate's cock. With one hand, he worked the base of my cock in time with his rhythmic sucking, while the other hand worked its way up my shirt to play with my nipples. Clearly, Roger had done this before, even if never to an uncut guy. After a few minutes of ecstatic, low moans, we heard the librarian's voice over the library sound system, "The library is closing in five minutes. Please pack up your things and bring any unshelved materials to the front desk." "We better hurry up," I said quietly, and Roger grunted, his mouth still full of my cock. He retracted the hand that had been fondling my chest, and I felt a finger start to play with my anus, which made me close my eyes and groan in pleasure. Roger quickly took his mouth off my dick, sucked on his first two fingers, and said, "Fastest way to get a guy off!" And with a quick, charming grin, he dove back onto my cock and slipped his two now-wet fingers into my ass... and pushed. I came almost immediately, convulsing a little as my fourth and fifth shots were swallowed straight down. As my cock began to soften, it slipped out of Roger's mouth; he stood up and started kissing me deeply while he jerked himself off. I loved tasting my own cum in his mouth, and knew I wanted to help Roger out. I broke off our kiss, traded places, and knelt in front of him while he continued to rapidly stroke his throbbing cock. "Fastest way!" I winked up at Roger as I wet my own two fingers, and slid them inside Roger's warm, eager hole. With my other hand, I gently played with Roger's balls, knowing that his own hand would get him off faster than if I tried to take over. His ass tightening on my fingers was my only warning as I felt his first shot hit my cheek. I quickly got my mouth over his cock and swallowed the rest of his three day load. I stood up, and with both us breathing a little heavily, we looked at each other and laughed. "That was fucking great, Rob," Roger said, as he playfully licked my cheek clean. "Agreed! Next time, don't worry about a physics or biology pretense, handsome." Roger and I didn't hook up too often after that, but thus began a much more sexual college life than I had started with.