Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2013 20:14:32 -0500 From: Lewd Shrewd Subject: The Chemistry Professor, chapter 5 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 5 I woke up on my third work day, as usual, with morning wood that ached for attention. I hauled myself out of bed, plopped down in front of my computer, navigated to one of my favorite bear sites -- James probably fell into that category, though he wasn't the slightest bit overweight -- and shot a load in time with a hot, bearded guy on the screen, getting his ass eaten by another handsome bearded man. As I washed the cum off my flat, firm stomach in the shower, I tried to clear my mind of my coworker and shifted my thoughts to the labs I wanted to prepare that day. I dried off, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in a pair of casual jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt. I didn't have any meetings with administrators that day, and could be casual. I stopped by the corner coffee shop on my way to the train station, flirted a little with the cute, flaming barista -- I probably could have broken him with one hand, he was so tiny, but he had a smile that shone, and as I've mentioned before, I have both a weakness for smiles and a variety of tastes. When I got to my office, I settled in for a long morning of paperwork before I could get into the lab to prepare the semester's first set of experiments. By 10 am, my coffee was gone, and I needed to stretch my legs and get some more caffeine, so I grabbed a credit card, locked my office, and headed across campus to the small coffee shop in the student union. As I left the science building, Alice fell into step by me, and I welcomed the company. "Sounds like you and James had a fun time at the bar last night." My mind raced; what had James told Alice? "Yeah, it was great to get to know him a bit, and I really like the beer selection there," I tried to sound innocuous. "Well, I'm glad you hit it off; he's a great guy, and I hope having the two of you around here will loosen the administration up a bit. They're getting better, but this is still a Catholic school; maybe having two outstanding, out members of the chemistry department will open their eyes a bit." "I hope so," I replied. "It's a shame they still haven't released a public statement of non-discrimination." We arrived at the coffee shop, and Alice said she needed to head on to the registrar's office to figure out some classroom scheduling issues, so I waited in line alone. Did Alice know that James was such a flirt? Or that I wanted to do things to him that the administration would never condone? I ordered my triple latte and headed back to my office, trying to focus on anything except my desire to go straight to James' office and blow him then and there. I knew I wouldn't -- I wasn't going to jeopardize this job -- but I wanted to, nonetheless. Over the next few hours, I churned out my remaining HR paperwork, wrapped up a grant application that I'd been procrastinating on, and finished writing the rubric for the first problem set I was going to assign in my inorganic chemistry class. When it was time for lunch, James and Alice were nowhere to be found, so I walked to the sandwich shop across the street, bought a sub and a bag of chips, and went back to my office to eat. I spent the rest of the afternoon working in the labs, wearing my lab coat and safety glasses, looking like the immaculate geek. By 5 pm, I was just about done with my preparations in the lab, and was immersed in the last step of a complicated set of procedures, when James walked in, startling me. "Hey, Rob, thought I'd see if you wanted to check out a different bar after work this evening. There are plenty around, and that beer place is just one of many. Besides, Aaron's at a conference until tomorrow afternoon, and I've got nobody waiting at home for me." My thoughts swam; I knew I shouldn't keep up this flirtatious relationship with James, but I really did want to hang out with him again. I compromised: "Sure, want to ask Alice to join us?" "Sounds like a great idea! She's a wino, and her favorite wine bar is just a block further than the place we went yesterday. I'll go ask her; meet us in her office in 15?" "Can do," I replied, relieved. Thirty minutes later, the three of us were seated at a bistro table, sipping glasses of wine, chatting about scheduling issues, lab supplies, and general work banter. After a single glass, Alice said, "It's been a pleasure, guys, but my husband is waiting for me at home. Gotta run; see you tomorrow!" And she promptly paid for her glass and left, leaving James and me by ourselves. "Well, that was quick," I said. "Alice is really devoted to her husband. He's a great guy, but a bit of a homebody." "Fair enough. So what now?" I asked James, hoping that he'd suggest we both head home, so I wouldn't have to lust over a man I couldn't have. "More wine, that's what," James laughed, and waved the waiter over to our table. Conversation flowed easily between us, and we were soon finishing our third glass. I excused myself to pee, and James nodded nonchalantly, and took out his phone as if to text his husband. Or something. In the single, lockable (thank goodness!) bathroom, I unzipped and pulled out my dick to piss, and felt a buzz in my pocket. Thinking nothing of it, I reached in, unlocked my phone, and was greeted by a gorgeous picture of James, naked on a beach, sprawled out under an umbrella, his impressive soft cock dangling between his thighs. He had texted me a fucking nude pic! The picture was followed by the message, "Show me what you're doing." I was tipsy, and insanely horny, and feeling very irrational. Without thinking, I took a quick photo of my half-hard cock leaking precum into the toilet. And sent it. To my coworker. I immediately regretted it, and searched frantically for the "unsend" button. There wasn't one. As I was mentally slapping myself in the face, trying to figure out what to do, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I quickly zipped up, washed my hands, and opened the door, planning to pretend that nothing had happened, and leave as quickly as I could. James, smiling that exceptionally handsome smile, was on the other side of the door. "May I?" he asked, smirking. I said, "Sure," maneuvering to get out of the bathroom and let him in. "Hold it," James barked, grabbing my arm and closing the door behind him, with me still in the bathroom. "I liked that pic, and thought maybe I could see the real thing." "Oh, shit, James, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have sent that! I'm just tipsy, and your photo got me all hormonal. I wish I could unsend it!" "I don't. Look, Rob, I'm married to a wonderful man who actually encourages me to flirt with other men I find attractive. I find you extremely attractive. And you find me attractive, or so I gather from the boner you're trying to hide. I'm not your superior at work, and there are no university policies prohibiting relations between consenting faculty members of the same rank. So let's just jerk off, go drink another glass of wine, and be the friendly adults that we are. OK?" James had walked to the toilet, unzipped, and pulled out his beautiful dick and started pissing through his copious foreskin during his speech. I was mesmerized. I wanted nothing more than to do exactly what James suggested. My boner was throbbing, held against my left leg by my snugly fitting jeans. I walked the two steps to James, and without saying a word, kissed that bearded smile, and unzipped. My cock sprang out of my pants, flinging a drop of precum out onto James' hand. As he finished pissing, his cock slowly grew, in response to our passionate, deep-tongued kiss. James' foreskin slowly began to slide back off his cockhead, revealing a dark purple head, slightly damp from his piss. At full mast, his cock rivaled my own 8 inches, but both were quite unique. James' dark complexion was mirrored by his cock, which was even darker than his olive skin; his foreskin, while retracted, was still very noticeable as a thick, fleshy ring circling his cock just below the head. His swollen cockhead was just barely wider than his very thick shaft, and tapered to a point that looked ready to slide into any warm, welcoming spaces. My own cock, in contrast, was much lighter in color, reflecting my Scandinavian heritage. I had significantly less foreskin than James; it just covered my whole cockhead while soft, and the untrained eye would probably not know I was uncut when hard -- though I always preferred guys who knew how to use the foreskin to help jerk me off. My cock was a bit thinner than James', but not by much, though my cockhead flared markedly, and the corona was significantly larger in circumference than the shaft below. Both of us, it seemed, were copious precummers. As we continued to make out, cocks raging hard by then, I felt James' left hand reach behind to grap my ass, and saw his right hand grasp his cock, slowly sliding the foreskin back and forth over his moist head. I grabbed my own dick, left-handed, letting my right hand rub James' broad back, and we jerked in time to each other. On one of James' upward strokes, as his foreskin bunched at the end of his cock, I quickly leaned over and stole a lick, tasting his precum, tinged with the slightest residual urine. My own dick pulsed in pleasure. "Ah, ah, ah, Rob. You'll get your chance. This isn't going to be a one-time thing; come back up here and kiss me." As I stood straight again and our lips locked, his beard and my own blond scruff scratching in that erotic way only two men kissing can achieve, he moved his left hand from my ass to my cock, giving it a few strokes of encouragement, clearly wanting me to jerk myself off as he did the same. I was happy to oblige. We broke off our kiss as we both focused on our own dicks, though clearly still turned on by each other's presence. After a minute or two, I felt James' body tense slightly, and a thick rope of jizz shot out of his cock and into the toilet, followed by three more, smaller shots. The last bit of cum dangled from James' slowly softening cock; he gathered it on his forefinger, smiled, looked me in the eye, and brought his finger to my mouth. I greedily sucked his finger clean of his cum, which put me over the edge. I shot a huge, pent-up load -- not into the toilet, but onto the wall behind it -- five sticky white rivers, dripping down the wall. James chuckled, saying, "Wow, Rob, you've been thinking about that for a while, huh? That was a huge load." "Well, yeah, ever since your damn fly was open in my office," I replied sheepishly. We grinned at each other, shared a quick kiss, and hastily cleaned up the wall, zipped our pants, and -- 30 seconds apart -- walked back to our bistro table. We caught the waiter's attention and asked for our check. He returned to our table quickly, giving us both a knowing grin as he left the bill. As the waiter turned away, James said, "Thanks, Eric." "Any time, Prof," the young man replied, walking away. "Don't forget to tip!" "Wait," I urgently whispered, "is that a student?!?" My cheeks instantly flushed. "He looked like he knew exactly what we did in there!" James nodded briefly, grinning at me, and replied, "Sure is. That's Eric Jimenez; he'll be a senior this year, and I wouldn't be surprised if he's in your inorganic class. Don't worry, he's a good kid, and gay himself; if he knows what just happened, he won't tell a soul, except maybe his boyfriend, who's a senior English major. I've had Eric in several classes, and Aaron has had his boyfriend in a few, so we're all friendly." I was mortified; a potential STUDENT just knew I came in the bathroom of a wine bar with my new coworker. I knew I was digging a deep hole for myself... But I also knew I wanted more than just a quick wank with James. After all, I hadn't even gotten his clothes off! I walked into the apartment 45 minutes later, still in a daze, trying to sort out my convoluted situation -- jerking off with my new, married coworker, being found out by a student, and not wanting anything to get in the way of my new job. My roommate Lisa knew me too well. "Rob, did you just bust a nut somewhere you shouldn't have?" She tended to get straight to the point. "God, Lisa, I'm already in a shit-show..." And I told her everything.