Lions, Tigers and Bears. Oh My!
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He had amazingly blue eyes; that was the first
thing I noticed about Martin when he arrived for my class. The other
students taking their seats or talking among each other all disappeared
when I saw those beautiful eyes; it took the insistent questioning from
the student about whether or not we would we would be studying Egypt
this year to forced me to look away as Martin took a seat. Yes we would
study Egypt, the reign of Tut, I almost snapped at him; that sent him
to his seat and I started teaching.
Every time Martin was around I had trouble
focusing; his scent, a mix of allspice and lemon grass was enough to
make me forget what I was saying. Catching sight of him out of the
corner of my eye resulted more than once in walking into a door.His
voice was already a deep baritone; when he spoke I wasn't the only one
it captivated, he would make a great orator one day.
It didn't take him long to notice how I looked
at him every time we talked. I thought I was discreet, but his blush
and the scent of excitement with hints of desire coming from him told
me otherwise. Finding excuses to be around him wasn't always easy;
teachers weren't suppose to socialize with students outside of classes,
but I usually managed to run into him a time or two each day and I
quickly realized he was also finding reasons to spend time with me,
culminating in him asking me to be his thesis advisor. From then it
would have taken little work to convince him into my bed, but I found I
wanted to get to know him instead.
He was our star cricket player, which
explained the solid muscles on his arms, chest and legs, he had a
passion for history that almost rivaled my own, but his focus was Rome
instead of the world's history and he was afraid of the dark. His
father worked at Lloyds of London, raising his family a few notched
within English society, his mother was a plump little woman who loved
to bake and he had two brothers and one older sister.
In return I told him everything about Simon
Adler; being born to high society form a father that was a little too
strict and a mother who would let him get away with almost everything.
A youth spent reading books and avoiding every duty his status required
of him, running off to see the world and falling in love with its
history and eventually returning to study it, excelling and then
becoming a teacher.
Martin got me to come watch him play. It
didn't take much convincing; I would never turn down a chance to watch
him move on the field. His team never lost, as their star he was a
predator owning every inch of it and never letting an opportunity pass.
When the weather was warm they would shed their shirts - against school
policy - and I would get to watch his muscles ripple as he struck the
ball; it was both heavenly and hellish. After the games his scent drove
me wild; only my years of training kept me from taking him to a hidden
room and doing wonderful things with him; that and the friends who
helped me relieve the tension he caused in me.
Things changed a few weeks after the holidays,
I had been his advisor for three months now. Three months spent helping
him research the Roman Empire; reading tomes after tomes looking for
confirmation of an undiscovered ruler between the age Decius and
Trebonianus Gallus that had been hinted at in a letter Martin had found
in the archives. Months spent fighting the urge to run my hands through
his dark hair, to hold his face while I kissed him, to taste every inch
of his skin . . . most days I was amazed I had been able to get any
It was a bitterly cold winter that year and
even wrapped in a jacket my office was cold enough that we worked close
together, often touching as we peered through the volumes spread on my
desk. As always Martin's scent was distracting; he was sweating under
his jacket and I had to constantly force my focus back on the page I
was reading. Then I realized his leg was rubbing against mine. I looked
at him and he was looking back, blushing slightly, a moment later he
"Is everything alright?" I asked him, putting
a hand on his. It was trembling, but he didn't pull it away.
"The way you look at me," he said still not
looking my way, "it makes me feel strange."
"Strange in a bad way?" I asked.
He shook his head and then turned. "I simply
don't understand it. I thought that what I feel when you look at me I
should feel toward a woman, not another man."
"The heart wants what the heart wants," I
smiled at him. I'd smelled his interest in me for some time as well as
his confusion, but I was happy that he was able of broaching the
subject without my prodding. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, I do not. When you look at me such my
heart feels like it will take flight and carry me along with it."
I kissed him to stop him. I had the distinct
impression that he was about to attempt poetry, and that could only end
badly. His eyes went momentarily wide and then softened. Our kiss
started tender but quickly gained in passion. Soon we were holding each
other tightly and I had him pressed against the thick oak door.
I started undoing the buttons to his shirt
when he pushed me away slightly, breaking the kiss. "Should we be doing
this?" He was panting heavily and everything about him told me he
wanted to continue.
"Why shouldn't we?" I asked no longer working
the buttons off but caressing his exposed skin; his breath caught in
his throat and goose bumps marked his flesh
"What will people think if they find out?" he
asked once he could breathe again.
I nuzzled him and whispered. "Why would they
find out?" I slowly licked his ear. I pulled away and cupped his face.
"Soon you will graduate and become a man. When that happens you will
have to make decisions for yourself; you should probably start now.
Tell me to stop, and I will stop and never do this again."
Martin looked me in the eyes for a moment and
I could see the debate going on. When he made his decision his eyes
tightened in determination. He grabbed my shoulders and next thing I
knew I was the one against the door; he was kissing and grinding
He pushed the jacket off my shoulders and his
hands roamed my body. "I want this," he said, ripping my shirt open.
His hands made my skin tingle where ever they went. My shirt fell off
me and he grabbed at my sides and back. I felt his hands move lower and
touch my ass only to suddenly pull away. His aggression melted away and
lead to uncertainly; I could see in his eyes that he wanted to
continue, but there was also doubt.
I took his hands in mine and kissed them
before putting them at his side. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and
then laid him down. I kissed him and then nuzzled my way down his
chest. He gasped as I licked his nipples taken by surprise at the
sensation they generated.
I left him panting before moving further down,
undoing his pants as I licked his stomach. I pulled them down as I
moved and by the time I reached his manhood it was fully exposed. I
wrapped a hand around it and my lips around the head.
Martin bucked with a moan, pushing more of his
cock in my mouth and I swallowed it whole. I held it there for a moment
before pulling off. He was panting and looking at me in disbelief. I
took his cock back in my mouth and started bobbing up and down. Martin
moaned, groaned and thrust against me. When I felt him getting close I
I was panting as hard as he was. When I took
off my pants the front was wet. I took a glob of Vaseline out of the
container I kept and applied it on Martin's cock as I straddled him.
Through the moans I saw some worry on his face as he watched me adjust
myself. I smiled at him and pushed down, forcing the head of his cock
He gasped and tensed, pushing more in. I
tightened my ass around it and he bucked in response, getting it all
in. I moved down with him as he relaxed and sat there while he caught
his breath. When it looked like he had I started moving up and down,
getting him moaning again. I knew he wouldn't last long so I fucked
myself on his cock hard and fast; I wanted to cum before he did so he
wouldn't be left feeling he had to return the favor. There would be
other times for that.
I was groaning a heart beat before he started
and moments later I was shooting cum all over his chest. I kept my ass
tight around his cock as I felt it throb inside me. He tried to buck me
off him as he came, but I held on, enjoying the ride. Once he'd come
down from the high I leaned in and kissed him. When he was out of me I
laid next to him and held him close.
The following months were filled with
wonderful discoveries for both of us.
* * * * *
"Simon, the Chancellor needs to see you,"
George informed me. I acknowledged him without looking up from the
essay I was reading. Half an hour later I was done and it was annotated
where the student needed to provide documentation to support his
conclusions. A twenty minutes walk later the Chancellor's secretary led
me into his office where he was waiting for me, along with the
vice-chancellor and both proctors.
"Good of you to join us Simon," The Chancellor
said after the moment of silence they spent looking at me. The only
give away of his age was the thin crown of white hair around his head;
I'd seen him without his shirt and he still looked good for a man in
"I apologize for taking so long, I was in the
middle of evaluating an essay."
"It's quite all right, we had other businesses
to keep us occupied. Tell me Simon, how long have you been teaching
"Seven years, sir."
"Yes, Seven years during which no one has
complained about you."
One of the proctors cleaned his throat.
"Well, none of the faculty has had reasons to
complain about you."
"Is something wrong?" I asked. Could this be
about Martin? It couldn't be, we had been extremely careful during the
three months we had been seeing each other.
"I would say," said the proctor who had
cleared his throat, "quite a few parents have expressed concern over
your . . . extracurricular activities."
"I'm afraid I don't understand," I said
looking from the man to the Chancellor.
"Please Simon," the Vice Chancellor said,
"don't feign ignorance of this; the entire faculty knows of your," he
hesitated for a moment as if he was looking for the word, "preference."
"This is what this is about? My attraction to
"Simon, please!" the Chancellor exclaimed.
"What? Vice Chancellor Auger said that
everyone knew about it."
"That isn't a reason to be so blatant about
"You're correct," I said after taking a moment
to calm myself, "I apologize for my outburst, but I still don't
understand what it has to do with my teaching position."
"It doesn't, not really," the Chancellor said,
"you have always been discreet in your interest."
"But not discreet enough," the proctor said,
cutting off the Chancellor and earning himself a glare. He took a stack
of paper and waved them at me. "Parents have been writing about seeing
you in questionable parts of the city and doing questionable things in
alleys with other men."
"Sirs," I said, "what I do outside of the
grounds is my own business, and as for those parents who saw me in
those questionable part of the city I would ask what they were doing
"The tool shed is on the grounds," the proctor
I stared at him, how had he known? It had only
happened once; it had been a few days since I'd had sex and watching
Martin play on the field had me so worked up I wasn't able to restrain
myself. The grounds keeper was a friend and occasional playmate, when
I'd seen him enter the shed I had joined him there; I was certain no
one had noticed me.
The chancellor silenced the proctor with a
wave. "Simon, I understand that we are all slaves to our instincts."
The proctor snorted. "Unlike some here I do not espouse the idea that
your preference is because there is something wrong with you."
"Thank you, sir."
"But, giving into them is something you can
and should control." I was tempted to comment that having sex only
every few days *was* a show of great restrain on my part. "In the first
few years you were here I was able to dismiss those complains or
reassured that they hadn't seen what they thought they had, but now
there have been too many of them, and the parents in question have been
talking. I believe that it would be better if you found employment
"What? You just said you understood my
situation and you're still going to throw me out?"
"This institution has an image to uphold, we
cannot have parents questioning sending their children here because
there is a teacher whose preferences they disagree with."
"You're kicking me out because you're afraid
of what a few parents will say? When did we go back to the eighteen
hundreds and the witch hunts?"
"This isn't a witch hunt and you know it," a
"There is also the matter that the tuition
these parents pay is how we can offer the quality of education that we
offer. If they were to stop sending their children here the
consequences would be felt on every level."
"This is about money?" I glared at the
chancellor; I could feel my temper rising and I had no doubt he could
see it on my face.
"I'm afraid that it is. Of course you can
fight this decision. I am certain that you have lawyers among your
special friends and that they would be happy to take on this
institution, but remember that if you chose that path, there will be
consequences, and some of those might find their way down to one of
The fire in my blood turned to ice. He knew
about Martin. The others looked at the Chancellor quizzically while I
started at him in disbelief. He couldn't have known, there was no way
anyone has seen us, but he wouldn't have used that threat otherwise; I
liked all my students, but I wouldn't care if my fight with the
university affected their career.
I didn't have to say anything, he knew he'd
* * * * *
The loudness of the banging on my door was
enough to tell me who it was; I ignored him and continued packing. I'd
tossed and turned the entire night trying to decide what to do, in the
end I realized I couldn't stay here. I started packing as soon as the
sun was high enough to see by its light.
"I know you're in there, Simon," Martin
yelled, "let me in!"
I tried to resist, but ultimately I couldn't
"What is this about you no longer being my
advisor?" he asked as he stormed in; he stopped upon seeing the trunks
filled to various levels. "What is going on?"
I steeled myself as I closed the door. "I'm
"Why?" he asked. I didn't reply; I went back
to folding my clothes and putting them in a trunk. "Is it because of
me? Did I do something to make you leave?"
"No, you didn't do anything." I continued to
pack, refusing to look at him.
"Then why?" I didn't say anything. He grabbed
my arm and pulled me, forcing me to look at him. "Damn it all, Simon,
tell me why you are leaving."
The pain on his face ate at my resolve; I
couldn't even pull out of his grip. "They found out about us," I said
"How? We were careful."
"I don't know." I closed a trunk and sat on it.
"It doesn't matter, it's our life; we can live
it however we want."
The hope in his eyes was heart breaking. "We
can't, they know what I am, no one will employ me now. I have to leave,
go somewhere they don't know me."
"Fine, then I'll come with you."
"No!" The vehemence behind my refusal made him
back away. "You can't abandon your studies. You thesis is amazing.
You're going to change the way we see Roman history with it. You have
to continue it."
"I don't care about that. It doesn't mean
anything if I can't share it with you. I love you, damn it all."
I hugged him. "I love you too, more than you
know. That's why you can't come with me. I can't let what I am ruin
He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "I'm
just like you, and what we are isn't ruining anything, it's the most
wonderful thing I've ever known."
I could see the determination in his eyes, I
could smell it on him. I wouldn't be able to convince him. "Alright," I
said defeated, "I'll stay."
"Thank you!" he hugged me tightly. "You won't
regret this I promise."
"I know," I answered, "you'd better go back
now. I'll see you tonight."
He kissed me and I responded harder than I had
before, kissing and holding him tightly against me. It was with
reluctance that I let him go and watched him run through the streets
out of view.
I leaned back against the door and looked the
trunks, the things I had accumulated over the last seven years; this
life I had built here. I knew in the deepest part of my heart that when
I told him what I was he would accept it; that he would fight every
battle and make any sacrifice for us to be together.
And that was why I couldn't stay. I couldn't
let him sacrifice his future for me.
I picked up a jacket and my cane and left,
unable to stop the tears, but resolved not to look back.
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