Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2023 17:25:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Bay Area Guy Subject: Pounding the Prof, Chapter 21 Pounding the Prof, Chapter 21 If you are financially able to do so, please consider donating to Nifty.org to keep this amazing resource going! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ************************************* I made it home a few hours after my unexpected truck fuck. I parked on the street in front of our home, caught my breath for a second, and then went inside. My mom gave me a big hug when she saw me, and dad patted me on the back. He took my bag and carried it to my room for me. "Your sister is coming over for dinner tonight," Mom told me. My sister was two years younger than me and lived locally. She had married right out of high school and had two kids. I would be glad to see my niece and nephew, who were 2 and 4 respectively. I hadn't seen them since I last visited in June. I chatted with my mom in the kitchen as she prepared dinner, while my dad watched TV in the family room. Mom asked about how the new job was going, how I liked teaching. Then, she very gingerly asked, "So, have you met anyone?" I smiled a little. "I've been too busy," I told her, which was a lie, but I could hardly tell her. "I've been fucking a bunch of my students!" I appreciated that she was making an effort. This was a step forward from the past few visits, when she had just wanted to avoid talking about my personal life. A few minutes later, the front door opened, and my sister and her husband came in with their kids. Tommy came running up to me to give a big hug. "Uncle Adam!! Uncle Adam!!" He started talking non-stop in that way that young kids sometimes do. "I'm in pre-school now. Jenny is my best friend. She's taller than me. We all have to lay down on mats for nap, but I don't sleep..." I noticed that his sister, Melanie, was looking shy, hanging behind her mother. I came over and scooped her up and tossed her into the air. She giggled and warmed up to me. My sister, Christine, gave me a hug, and her husband, Arnold, shook my hand awkwardly. Christine went to help our mom in the kitchen, while I played with the kids. Arnold went in to watch TV with my dad. A short while later, my mom and sister brought dinner out -- a roasted chicken, potatoes au gratin, and broccoli. The kids ate surprisingly well. Christine talked about her job and asked me about teaching. She said that she was thinking of going back to college now that the kids were getting older. She'd earned her associates degree at the local community college before they were born. All in all, it was a nice evening. My sister and her family left when the kids started to get sleepy. I went out and watched TV with my dad for awhile, then turned in. Lying in bed, I texted Damion. "What are you up to?" It took him a while to text back. I was almost asleep when my phone buzzed. "hey sexy out with some friends" "Nice. I won't bother you then." "chatting with you isn't a bother" We texted a bit then. I told him about my wild hook up on the highway, and he told me that he'd gotten it on with his Indian storekeeper back in Richmond. "I miss you," I texted him. "same," he replied. "can't wait to tap that ass again" We signed off, and I fell asleep, feeling content. ************************************* In the end, it was nice holiday. It was nice to see my parents. We hadn't been as close since I'd come out to them a few years ago, but they were making an effort to reconnect, and I appreciated it. My sister and I remained close, and I realized that I missed living closer to watch her kids grow up. Christmas day was nice. My sister's family opened most of their presents at home before coming over to my parents' for another round of gift opening. Watching kids get excited about gifts could melt even the most cynical heart. I'd gotten my nephew a fancy set of Duplo building bricks, and I'd gotten my niece a Fisher Price set with a house and little figures that she could play with. They both seemed thrilled. We ate dinner around 2, watched a Disney movie on the TV, and then they took off. I helped Mom clean the dishes and straighten up the house. I stuck around home for another day. I'd thought about trying to find a hook up, but for some reason I wasn't inspired. I'd never had any hook ups in or around my home town, and somehow, I just wasn't in the mood. I thought of Benjamin Franklin's expression, "Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days." I'd already stayed four, and things had been quite nice. I didn't want to push my luck, so I left two days after the holiday to head home. On my way out, my dad gave me an uncharacteristically warm hug. "It's been nice to have you here, son," he mumbled. "We're proud of you." "Thanks Dad," I said. "It's been nice to be home." The drive back was uneventful. No random truckers fucking me in their cabs this time. I listened to lots of music on the drive and just vegged out. After I got back, I spent a few days very focused on my research, trying to finish up a couple of papers. With no classes to prepare and without Damion around, I decided to try to be as productive as I could be, so I worked non-stop for a few days. I had no plans for New Year's Eve. Damion and I chatted on the phone for a bit in the afternoon. He said that he was going out with his crew to a party and might try to get some ass, which made me laugh. I decided to just stay home and chill. I made myself a strong glass of scotch over ice and sipped it while I watched the countdown on TV. After a while, I decided to go onto Grindr to see what was happening. There were quite a few guys online, and my torso shot that showed my sculpted body usually got a lot of attention. A few messages started to come in, most of them from guys that didn't interest me at all. A few were clearly from students, and I decided that I really needed to steer away from my mistakes of the previous semester. "No more students," I told myself. One of the profiles that hit me up caught my attention. The guy had a rocking body (at least in the picture). His profile said he was 25, beyond usual student range. He sent a couple of messages and a couple of pictures, including a nice dick pic. He was very muscular, with sexy tattoos. "Looking for a nice ass to breed tonight," he wrote. "Nice," I said. I sent him a picture of my ass and another of me getting fucked. This was one that Damion had taken when Nathan and Joe were over for a 4-way. You couldn't see who anyone was, but you could clearly see Nathan's cock going raw into my ass. "Hot!" he replied. "You hosting?" I was interested, but I hesitated. "You a student?" I asked. "Nope," he said. So I told him that I was hosting, and he agreed to come over. I jumped in the shower to clean up, and just after I got out and pulled on some sweats, there was a knock on my door. I opened the door and was pleasantly surprised. The guy was smoking hot, even better in person than in his pics. He had thick scruffy hair and just the beginnings of a beard. "Yo," he said, as I let him in. He took off his winter jacket, and underneath, he was wearing only a T-shirt that showed off his developed pecs and his muscular, tatted arms. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger. "Hey," I said. I led him into the bedroom, and he unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans to let out a long uncut cock. I got down on my knees and started sucking him. His cock filled out quickly, and he grabbed my head and started forcing his cock down my throat. He throat fucked me for a while, as I gasped for air, making my eyes water. Hearing me gag seemed to turn him on. Then he leaned over and started to play with my ass with his hand. He ran his fingers down my crack and teased my hole. Then, without a word, he pulled me up, turned me around, and pulled my sweatpants down, exposing my ass. He pushed me onto the bed spit on my hole and pushed his cockhead against it. I could have reached over and grabbed the lube from my beside table, but the way that he was taking me rough turned me on. He pushed his cock in, and it hurt a little, but he pushed further in anyway. Clearly, he didn't care how it felt for me, and for some reason, that was fine with me. I wanted to be used tonight, and this guy was clearly interested only in using me to get off. The guy fucked me hard for a while, pulling me back onto his cock as I scooted away. And then, without warning, he grunted loudly and shot into my ass. He pulled me back and held my hips tight while he unloaded deep inside. Then he breathed hard and pulled out. "Thanks," he said. He stuffed his cock back into his jeans, buttoned them back up, and rebuckled his belt. He walked out without another word. "Happy new year!" I called as he was walking out the front door, and immediately felt silly. I lay there for a second, feeling the burn in my ass from the rough fuck. I could feel his load inside me, and I decided that I wanted more. I got up and went back to the living room, grabbed my phone, and hopped back on Grindr. A few more messages had arrived, and I started to respond. Getting fucked had made me horny, so I was determined to find someone else to come load me up. I edited my profile: "Already took one load, looking for more. Find me head down, ass up." I invited a couple of more guys over. I thought that I recognized one of the profiles as one of the guys who'd come over on Thanksgiving, when Damion whored me out. I went to crack the front door open, so that guys could just come in and find me in the bedroom. I was naked on the bed, surfing through Grinder when I heard the front door open. I looked over my shoulder and saw a young guy come in, maybe a college senior. Very skinny and kind of nervous. "You got a sloppy hole?" he asked, trying to sound tough. "Yup," I said. "Nice!" he said. He tried to strip out of his sweatpants without taking his shoes off, but they got caught, so he had to bend down and pull the pants over the shoes to take them off. I was kind of charmed by his awkwardness. I saw that he had a nice-sized cut cock that sprang straight up. I had taken the lube out of the drawer and put it on the bed beside me. He slicked up his cock and then pushed it up against my ass and inside in one swift movement. I flinched, because my ass was still a little sore from the guy with tattoos, but it turned me on to be used again. Not surprisingly, this guy didn't last long. He pounded me for only a few minutes before he grunted and added his load to my guts. He was just shooting his load in me, when I heard the door open again. I looked up and recognized the olive-skinned guy from Thanksgiving, the one I thought was maybe Middle Eastern. "Taking loads again?" he said in his slightly accented voice. "Mmhmm," I consented. The young guy finished up and pulled his sweats back on. "Thanks," he said. The other guy stripped naked and came over to me. He stuck his tongue in my ass. "Mmmm. I can taste the cum," he said. He was jerking his cock as he rimmed me, and then he came up, squirted some lube on his dick, and pushed inside. While he was fucking me, another guy came into the room. He was probably around 40 with a handsome face but a bit of a gut. He looked like he was probably Italian, dark thick hair on his head and a hairy body. He stripped out of his pants but left his shirt on as he jacked his cock, watching us. The Middle Eastern guy shot his load in me, then leaned forward and kissed the back of my head. "Thank you again!" "Any time," I said. He got dressed and left as the next guy came and started to fuck me. "Fuck yeah!" he said. "I can feel how sloppy your hole is!" He started slowly but pretty soon was pounding into me hard. Since his was the fourth cock of the night, I was rather loose, so he was able to move in and out with ease. He lasted longer than the other guys, and just when I was starting to get worn out, he shot off inside me with a howl. He dressed and wished me happy new years as he left. I went back to my phone and saw that it was now just after midnight. I had a bunch of new messages and knew that I could have more guys over, but I felt like I'd had enough for the night. Without even cleaning up, I climbed under the covers, turned out the light, and went to sleep. A little while later, I was sound asleep when I felt someone shaking me. "Hey," a deep voice said. "You still taking loads." I was foggy headed, but I realized quickly that someone else had shown up. In the dark, I could see that this was a burly black guy, maybe in his late twenties. "Sure," I said. He slipped his sweatpants down, and a huge cock popped out. He pushed it in my face, so I sucked it while he hummed in pleasure. "Can I fuck you now?" he said after a while. In response, I pulled off his cock and got onto all fours, lifting my ass in the air. He lubed up his tool and pushed it in. He was by far the biggest of the night, but I was open enough now that I could take him without too much problem. He started slowly pumping into me. "So nice and wet," he said. His cock had a bend to it that made it brush up hard against my prostate, and soon I was moaning with pleasure. At some point, he reached around and started stroking my cock. I was already close, and so I told him, "Stop! I'm gonna..." But he didn't stop. He stroked me until I started shooting onto my sheets, and at the same moment, he pumped his load deep inside me. Then he collapsed onto me, pushing me down onto my wet sheets, with his cock still buried deep inside me. I smelled alcohol on him and guessed that he was kind of drunk. I twisted my body, releasing his cock from my ass and rolling out from under him. He started to snore lightly, and I laughed. "Okay," I said. "Guess you're spending the night." I got up and closed the front door, went to the bathroom and washed up a bit, and then I climbed into bed on the other side from where he was lying and went back to sleep, listening to this guy quietly make noises in his sleep.