CAUGHT! BY JIMBO Since his morning classes were on the East Campus and the remainder were late in the day on the West Campus, the professor tended to work out at his gym rather than eat lunch. The men who were regulars at that time provided a real feast for his viewing pleasure and, sometimes, a bit more. Every so often an exhibitionist provided a show in the shower room and he had been involved in a few fun gropes in the steam room and whirlpool over the years. But, by and large, it was a pretty straight gym, not well suited for making conquests. Our little professor (as he had been known all his life) had spotted one man who really fascinated him. Doug appeared to be in his mid forties; he was a blue-eyed blond with a truly powerful body and a hairy chest unusual in blonds. He worked out unusually hard seven days a week. He rarely spoke to anyone. His piercing blue eyes made the professor nervous because he seemed to look right into a person's inner self and his eyes were always moving, taking in every move on everyone's part. Doug had been an object of the professor's lust for quite some time when one day they happened to get into shower stalls so placed that they could see each other, but no one could see them. The professor was excited. He thrilled at the curve of Doug's perfectly formed buns. When he turned, the professor saw that Doug's cock was perfect for sucking (the professor's favorite pastime): it was big enough to be interesting, but not so big that one would choke while working on it. While these thoughts were going through the professor's mind as his eyes caressed every square inch of this beautifully proportioned, powerful body, he was startled to see that perfect penis rise to the occasion! He looked up at Doug's face and saw that Doug was looking right at him. Doug continued to soap his body thoroughly...perhaps a little too thoroughly...while glaring with those piercing blue eyes at the flustered professor who tried desperately to cover his own hard on. You want more. Nothing more happened that day or for some time after that day. He found himself blushing whenever he would encounter Doug. One day he saw Doug talking with Joe (another gym regular whom the professor serviced regularly on Monday Holidays, but that's another story) and wondered if Joe told Doug about him. Several weeks after the shower exposure, the professor had gone one evening with a fellow teacher and neighbor to a Community Service Club joint meeting in a neighboring suburb. Being on the same college faculty the professor and Dan had early on spotted each other as gay but became friends, not lovers. At Dan's apartment earlier, they had had a cocktail and since neither of them used much alcohol, they were a bit giddy as they left for the dinner. Once there they continued to drink...not enough to get drunk...just enough to feel silly. While the food was being served, the professor spotted Doug from the gym at another table in a beautifully tailored blue suit...looking very distinguished and very, very desirable. He whispered to Dan about it and they began to make cute, snide comments to each other about what they would do if they got Doug in bed. After the dinner, the lights were turned down and an "inspirational" movie was shown. Dulring the movie the two friends feeling their drinks began to grope each other under the table. Soon they were both too aroused to continue the sham of being concerned citizens any longer and they excused themselves. Back in Dan's car, they started off in unfamiliar territory looking for a dark road where they might take care of their needs. They pulled onto an unpaved, unlighted road and almost before the car was stopped had their pants down and their hands on each other's dicks. Still giggling, the professor went down on Dan's beautiful organ and began to lick the balls and long shaft. He was just really getting warmed up when suddenly the light from a flashlight shone through the window and a gruff voice said, "Knock it off, you guys! Step out of the car and get your licenses out." They had been caught! They stumbled out of the car trying to cover themselves up and fish for their driver's licenses. Looking up, the professor saw that their captor was Doug from the gym who identified himself as a detective in this suburb. Looking at Dan, Doug said," I saw this guy trying to rape you and had to intercede. I know you are probably as guilty as he is, but you look like a nice guy so I'll let you go...this time. Get in your car and get out of here. I'm taking your buddy into the station in my vehicle." Dan scampered away and the professor felt himself getting a little sick to the stomach thinking about what his wife would say about this and whethere or not he would be able to hold on to his job. Detective Doug put handcuffs on him and led him to the blue sport utility vehicle he always drove. They continued in silence for quite a way down this unpaved road and then turned into the driveway of a log cabin house. Doug ordered him out of the car and into the house. The professor was most impressed by the inside of the house...no country cabin this. The interior was beautifully appointed in a strictly masculine style. It was spotlessly clean and everything was meticulously arranged. No woman lived here; but the occupant obviously had excellent taste, money and a penchant for cleanliness. Doug pushed him through the house to the bedroom and dumped him on the bed. He stood over him and glowered. "So. you really are a cock-sucker after all. I thought so. What else do you do? I hear you guys can get real creative with a man. You like to lick my balls? How about kissing my ass? You like that? Maybe you'd like to lick my nipples before you suck my dick. Maybe you'd like to give my whole body a tongue bath before you swallow my load? Say something." "I want to do anything you want me to do, but please don't put me in jail." "Crybaby, huh. Okay. I'll take off the cuffs and give you a chance to see if you can get me aroused. But remember. I'm no queer and you sure as hell don't turn me on in any way." Doug removed the cuffs and ordered the professor to strip. He picked up his clothes and threw them outside the bedroom. Then he stood with his hands on his hips after he pulled off his necktie and said,"Okay, you got ten minutes to do whatever you want. Then I decide what to do with you." The professor stepped forward and hurriedly began to remove Doug's clothing. That magnificent body was even more unbelievable seen in the dim seductive light of the bedroom. The professor was so aroused he shook all over and the precum was already flowing from his erect prick. He began to move his hands over the body he had wanted so long to touch. With his fingertips he fondled the nipples and felt them become firm. Quickly he moved his tongue then his lips to the nipples as his fingers found the erect penis below. He kissed and licked his way down the massive, hairy physique to the absolutely perfect penis. He licked the mushroom shaped head and stuck his tongue in the piss slit. He licked his way down the hard shaft to the testicles as big as golf balls. He kissed and licked the hot balls now pulled up firmly by the erection and ate his way between Doug's powerful legs. He kissed his thighs as he reached around and fondled the buns he had been admiring for so long. Doug began to thrust from the pelvis and the professor knew he was hitting home. He went back up to the fully erect prick and swallowed it in. Doug grabbed the back of his head and face fucked him passionately moaning and groaning until load after load of salty semen poured down his throat. "Oh, man," said Doug. "I never felt anything like that. What else can you do? We got lots of time." "We could take a shower," the professor suggested and into the shower they went. The professor worshipped every beautiful inch of this powerful body as he lathered soap over it and felt the soothing flow of the water on both of them. He started once again to eat his way down to the six inch fully erect prick. But Doug had other ideas. "You're holding out on me. You got more to offer than that. Bend over and grab your ankles." "The professor's heart was beating fast. He hated to have his ass fucked, but at least Doug was a reasonable size. He felt the swollen head pushing against his puckered anus and wanted to cry out as the entry was made. But he restrained himself and took the ass fucking as bravely as he could. He felt the second load of the evening pouring innto him and then dropped to the floor of the shower as Doug released him. "That was quite a workout. You any good at giving massages?" Eagerly the professor stratled Doug's prone body and he began to work each of the muscles on that broad, powerful back. Slowly he worked his way down the back to the beautifully rounded cheeks and then on to the iron thighs. When he had given his best foot massage, Doug turned over on his back and the professor saw that Doug's cock was once more in full erection. He worked the legs back up from the feet and then, kneeling between Doug's legs, he bent to kiss the throbbing dickhead before him. He sucked on the nipples, kissed his way over the washboard abs, licked his huge balls, and then swallowed the the thrusting meat and worked up the third load of the evening. Doug ordered the professor to dress himself and he put on a sweat suit suit and shoes. "Aren't you going to have me stay all night?" "You got to be out of your tree. You think I'd ever sleep with a queer? A cocksucker? Get out to the car." "They returned to the Sport Utility Vehicle, this time without the handcuffs. The professor started to sit in the passenger's seat, but Doug had other ideas. "Get down on the floor," he said as he slipped his sweat pants partly down. "I always had a fantasy of getting a blow job while I'm driving down the road and you are going to fill that fantasy for me." Gladly the professor began to eat this now familiar piece of meat as the vehicle moved back toward his home suburb. It took quite a bit of working to raise the fourth erection of the night, but by the time they were at the main crossroads of the suburb inwhich the professor lived, Doug was thrusting from the pelvis and rotating his whole lower section as he vigorously fucked the professor's mouth. The fourth load of the evening, not anywhere near as big as the first, oozed out as they reached the professor's driveway. Doug pulled his sweat pants up. "Get out of the car and be glad you are going home instead of the jail. If I hear that you ever mentioned this to anyone or if you ever so much as try to speak to me again, I'll see you get ten years. Now get out." The professor went home and jerked off in the bathroom before going to bed. He regularly saw Doug after that in the gym, but they never said a word to each other again. The professor kept the experience to himself...until now!!