This is a story in three parts involving man-boy sex. It is offered with the usual warnings, apologies, etc. EDUCATING THE PROFESSOR by Jimbo PART ONE: They called me the professor because I was smart and willing to help others not so smart with school work. I wasn't handsome, rich or athletic like all the other kids in this private Catholic boys' school. I was just smarter than most...and gayer. I figured that God made me gay because I had been interested in other boys' private parts as long as I could remember. I had become quite skillful in elementary school at persuading other boys to drop their pants, let me admire their equipment, and play with them until they reached a climax. There wasn't a boy within eight blocks of my house who hadn't experienced my explorations before eigth grade. However, now that I was in high school, I realized that most people in town thought that all queers lived in New York or SanFrancisco and that I would have to behave myself. I always took as long as possible in the showers as I admired the tremendous range of size, thickness, shape and hairiness of my fellow students. I also learned to "fight the crowd" in the school halls and at athletic events pushing my hand into the baskets of other students to touch their equipment. One day I was called to the Headmaster's office and feared the worse. However, he quickly put me at ease and announced that I had been selected to tutor "Nubs" and "Moose" -- two very talented athletes who just weren't very good at school work. I was to meet them in study hall and coach them. "Moose" was huge and hairy land stupid. I loved sitting beside him and peering through his shirt at his hairy chest, carressing his powerful hairy arms with my eyes (and occasionally, briefly, with my fingertips) and admiring the huge buldge in his pants. We didn't make much progress on the school work. "Nubs" was a three letter man with brown curly hair (all over) and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. He was smart, but lazy and caught me idolizing him several times during our sessions. One night I was at a Friday night "mixer" and started talking with "Moose." He had broken up with his current girlfriend and was pouting all night. I followed him everywhere including the restroom, drinking in his physical beauty land being disgusted by his slowness. He would stand at the urinal fondling his huge piece of meat and saying, "all that chicken up there and no mashed potatoes." I looked and longed for his touch. When the dance was over, he started to walk home and I volunteered to "walk" him even though I lived in the opposite direction. Part way to his house, he took a "shortcut" through a wooded field. There was a full moon so we could find our way easily. I trailed behind him because he was so much bigger than I that he moved much faster. Halfway across the field and into an area with some large bushes, he stopped, turned, put his hands on his hips, and blocked my way. I saw that his fly was open and his huge penis was hanging out. "Okay, Professor, let's see if you're smart enough to know what to do with this," he said grinning ear to ear. "I know you want it. You been looking at it and drooling. Just put your hand on it and give it a feel." He didn't have to beg me. I had wanted to touch him so badly. I was hesitant at first, but when I saw how much he liked it, I began to use both hands. I cupped his huge balls in one and fondled that rope with the other. He had the biggest Dick I had seen at that time. I pushed my fingers against the top button on his fly and, as it opened, his pants fell. I was ecstatic. Soon I was rubbing my hands all over his hairy body and my own prick was tenting my pants and making them wet. "Okay, if you're done playing around, let's get down to business," he said. "What do you mean?" "Suck on it!" "I'm not sure I know how." "You're supposed to be so smart. Look, get down on your knees, pull your lips over your teeth, and open your mouth. I'll do the rest." "I did. He did. For the first time in my life I got my mouth fucked and I loved every moment of it. It didn't last long and soon he was shooting huge quantities of spunk in my mouth. I gagged, but I liked the taste and wanted more. When he had finished, he didn't pull out. He got softer for a momlent and then that huge pillar rose again. I began to use my hands all over his body as I sucked. I was doing the work now. I told you I was a fast learner. "Stick your fingers in my ass," he said. "Play around with my tits. Suck it baby." I eagerly did as I was told and when I had drained the third load out of Moose that night, we wer both exhausted. We parted company there in the woods, but first he told me to forget that it had ever happened and that it would never happen again. My pants were soaked with my own cum as I walked home thrilled by what had happened and crushed that I had not been good enough for him to want my services again. On Monday, he looked at me like a stranger and broke off the tutoring arrangement, but I had had my first taste and wanted more. PART TWO: The tutoring of "Nubs" was still on and at our next session, he suggested that perhaps I could be of more help to him if I coached him at his house at night. I was thrilled at the opportunity to be invited to this popular guy's house. He suggested that Wednesdays would be good because his parents went bowling on Wednesdays. So on Wednesday with the taste of Moose still strong in my mouth I walked halfway across the city to help Nubs with his Latin and French. At school we wore dress shirts, ties and blazers, so I was pleasantly surprised to find Nubs in shorts and a tank top when I arrived. My heart was beating so hard at the sight of his hairy chest and arms that I found concentration difficult. I took every opportunity to touch his hairy arms for emphasis. When he left his chair to get a drink in the kitchen, I stared open mouthed at his swinging equipment! He was wearing nothing under those shorts! When he had passed me, I admired the shape of his tight buns. We played at Latin verbs for a few minutes, then he rose again and headed for the bathroom. He didn't close the door so I was clearly able to see him drop the shorts to take a leak.When he finished, he stood there playing with it. "Moose told me about you on Friday night," he said as he licked his lips. "Don't you find this a little more interesting than Latin." I was speechless and shaking all over. I moved toward the bathroom. He was hard when I arrived and without a word knelt at his feet. "Kiss it," he said. "Kiss me all over." Never have I had a better invitation. As he stood there in the bathroom, I kissed his dick, his balls, his ass and every other part of him. He became more and more aroused. Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the ground. Once again I experienced a wild face fuck and loved it. When he had shot his first wad, he walked into his bedroom, stripped and laly on the bed. "Take off your clothes and lick me all over. I want a real bath this time," he said. With great embarrassment, I obeyed. I was ashamed of my thin body next to his marvelously athletic body. He called out body parts and I was expected to lick them. He had me do his whole body before I once again reached his throbbing penis and swallowed it eagerly. This time I did the work. He just lay there moaning until he dropped a second load into my eager mouth. Then he told me to stand and jack off. It didn't take much and I popped. He lalughed and then ordered me to clean up the mess I had made. He picked up a girly magazine and said, "Now this is the kind of Latin action I prefer. Do my Latin and French homework for me, and I might be ready for another meal. I quickly did his homework snatching glances at him lying naked on his bed, reading the magazine, and stroking the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I was in love! I sucked him off a third time before I left and he gave me orders to appear every Wednesday night from then on to perform the same service. His Latin and French grades didn't improve much, but my technique sure did. PART THREE: At the end of the school year, Nubs' family moved out of town and I never saw him again. But on one of the nights that I was walking home from his house, I had another experience. I loved the boys, but I really wanted a man! I dreampt of real men. I would linger by the hour at construction sites admiring the muscled men who labored there. As I walked home from school, I looked into the baskets of business men in their suits. To me, a real man had to be over forty, had to be strong and experienced, and khad to need my services. I had great jack-off fantasies. The one night as I walked home earlier than usual (there was a great game on TV that held Nubs' attention that night) I was soaked to the skin in the rain. A beautiful Cadillac pulled up next to me and the driver said,"Get in. You'll get pneumonia out there." As often as I had been told not to accept rides from strangers, I got in. The driver was in a beautiful, obviously expensive suit. The car felt so luxurious. I looked into his dark eyes and fell instantly in love with what I thought was my dream man. He was deeply tanned and had the kind of shadow on his face that indicated a very hairy body. His beautiful white teeth almost lit up the interior of the car. Almost immediately he put his strong, beautifully manicured hand on my wet thigh and squeezed. "Bet your mother will be really pissed at you for coming home that wet." he said. As long as I got home before ten, she wouldn't know, I explained because she was out at her bridge club. His hand began to move up and down my thigh and felt great. No one's touch had ever felt like that before. I slumped a little forward on one upward stroke and his hand momentarily slid over my already hard cock. "Feels like wetness isn't your only problem," he said. He started the car and drove up the street a short way and pulled into the parking lot of a closed grocery store. He left the motor running, but turned off the lights. I felt him voe closer and my heart was pounding. His hand went to my basket and he began to fonndle me quite obviously. I didn't know what to do, but I knew it felt great. So I reached over and began to do the same thing to him. "You don't have to do that," he whispered. "I want to. I want to make you feel so good" I felt him open my fly and slide my pants down around my ankles. I managed to get his fly open and my hand on his huge dick when I felt his lips on my dickhead and his tongue began to fly around giving me an experience I could never have imagined. He sucked furiously and I found myself so aroused that I could hardly stand it. His hands explored every part of my slender boy's body and I never wanted him to let go. I held on desparately to his huge member, but couldn't really touch his body or move my hand. My whole body began to throb and pulse and I realized that I was thrusting passionately from the pelvis. With my free hand I tried to pull him off as I realized that I was reaching a climax, but he sucked even harder and for the first time I felt the magnificent, incomparable thrill of coming in another man's mouth. "Do it some more," I cried. "Not here," he responded. He moved the car to another street and another parking lot. As he was driving, I managed to get his belt open and got my hands under his clothing. His body was as hard, tonned and hairy as I had imagined. As soon as he had stopped the car again, he took me in his arms and began to kiss me as his hands traversed my entire body and I explored his. In no time at all I was reaching a second climax in his mouth and screaming with joy. "My name's Mark," he said. "What's yours?" "At school they call me 'the professor" I replied. "That's funny. I am a professor. I'm in town for the week lecturing at the university for this week," he said. "It's almost time for you to be home. Can we get together again?" "Forvever, " I replied. "How about tomorrow night?" "Great," he said. I'll pick you up on the same corner early...about seven...and we can go to my hotel room and do this right." I died with longing during the days, but for the next four nights I was in heaven in his hotel room. We were both naked and I could have creamed just at the sight of his beautiful, hairy body. He said he was forty-six, but be was in beautiful shpe and allowed me to explore thoroughly every square inch of his gym toned body. We sucked each other off and I learned to prolong the pleasure with nibbling and licking and kissing. We showered together and I experienced the thrill of coming all over my partner as we stood in the shower. He was all of my wildest jack-off fantasies come true, but in four days he was gone forever. I dreampt and fanatasized and cried. But one night I decided to go to the post office. I had heard that gay men "cruised" the huge parking lot there when the Post office was closed and there were no trains due at the railroad station across the street. I walked around not knowing what to do when a gruff voice from a red pick-up truck calling me over. I reached the passenger side window and looked in. In the driver's seat was a powerfully muscular construction worker in his fifties. His huge body was brown with the sun and his amazing chest was covered with salt and pepper hair. His face was handsome and strong and he had a full head of gray hair. He was wearing cut-off jeans and the fly was open. In his hand was and eight inch, erect, circumcized cock. "My old lady. She no want me no more. You, kid. You want be my woman?" "Well, I sure want to take care of that problem ," I said. I jumped in and threw myself almost immediately down on dick. "No, no. Not here. Is not good place. I don' wan' quickie. I want you be my girlfriend." So I sat up and let him drive me to a dirt road where he pulled off under a tree facing a full moon. "You take off your clothes now?" he said. "I get ready." He slipped his shorts off and I did the same. Then he took my shirt off and ran his hands over my body. "You so soft and smooth. I know you make good woman. You think you can love old man like me?" I threw my arms around him and began to kiss his face and neck as I had been taught by my professor friend. Soon our hands were all over each others bodies as we sat in the cab. I ate my way down his huge body and thrilled as I took his throbbing member into my mouth. He was gentle as he thrust and the feel of that powerful body responding to my touch was the greatest thrill I had had so far. When he had come in my mouth, he raised me up and kissed my dripping lips with passion. Then he said, "I no suck, but I make you feel good too." His hands and lips explored my body until under the sure by gentle pressure of his hand I felt myself coming. He pulled out some Kleenx and cleaned me up and then said, "You good girlfriend. You want to do some more?" I replied with a deep kiss. He opened the car door, took out a blanket, and we resumed the action laying on the grass on the blanket. I met Tony three times a week all summer and he was possibly the best lover I've ever had. I reveled in the power of his huge body so restrained by the gentleness of his nature. He was Catholic and Italian and his wife wanted no more kids. Her solution was to freeze up. He tried hard to put excitement in our relationship. Several times he rented motel rooms. Other times he drove me far outside the city to a hidden cove with a small private beach where we lay in the surf and made love. For the first time in my life I felt really loved. I left soon for college but Tony and I met every time I could get back to town. He was the chief love of my life for four years. I rejoiced at every square inch of his body and would trade his lovemaking for any of the hundreds of younger men I have had since. As this professor left for college, he was well prepared and educated in the art of making men feel good...an art which would serve him well for many years to come.