Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 09:12:55 -0700
From: HAJ
Subject: Visiting lecturer

I hope you enjoy, it was a memorable experience.


	 I can remember it so clearly, 19 years ago. The excitement of being asked
to chauffeur and act as a guide and assistant to the guest speaker for the
special lecture series at our University's department. This man was
considered an outstanding lecturer and had won several important awards for
his work in my chosen field. I had read many of his papers and he was a
major influence in the direction my studies were going. I so looked forward
to meeting this man.
	I welcomed the Dr. at the airport, picked up his bags and took him
directly to the hotel suite we had reserved for him. Giving him his agenda
as we went. He was a shorter man than my 6' at about 5' 8" and I guessed
him to be about 55 -60 with his white hair. His pale blue eyes were
piercing and he missed nothing as I moved his luggage into his room. He
went to the window where he had a great view of the river and you could see
the campus where he would be speaking in a matter of hours.
	After placing his bags on the luggage rack I went over the window and
pointed out the buildings of the campus that were visible. He moved
slightly behind me so he could follow the pointing of my hand. I felt his
presence behind me in a familiar way that surprised me, finding it
disconcerting when he rested his hand on my back it was like there were no
personal boundaries between us. He pointed at the steeple commenting on the
design origin, I noticed the thick dull round gold band on his hand while
explaining the recent renovations to the spire.
	He withdrew from behind me telling me what to order in the form of lunch
from room service, he then made the aside that I would join him for lunch
and to order what I wanted as well.  He then entered the bathroom with his
overnight bag, leaving the door slightly ajar he called out to me, telling
me to hang up his suit and iron his shirts if necessary.
	I stood there for a minute absorbing this fascinating man's purpose. No
moment seemed thoughtless, a definite economy of action accompanied with
purpose. He had not disappointed me with his presence, merely his
familiarity and the way he commanded me and I responded, ... immediately. I
phoned Room Service ordering the food and listened to the shower as it ran.
I set about hanging his suit and shirts up, it felt weird going through
another man's clothing. I had ironed one shirt when lunch arrived. I hate
fucking ironing. Room service was relatively quick and had just left when
the Dr. emerged from the bathroom cleanly shaved in a heavy white bath robe
supplied by the Hotel. It showed his shape off with the slight thickening
of his waist. His chest hairy but not overly so.
	I pulled the chair out so he could sit down and went to sit down myself,
however he held up his glass to me and without a word I stopped my own
sitting and I poured him a glass of red wine that he had ordered.
	"You can join me" he said.
	I smiled and replied "Thank you sir,  but I still have to drive."
	"Good, but I insist you join me as a single glass won't hurt you" was his
response. So I poured wine into my glass.
	He then went on to ask me about the school and different professors and
how their research was going. It was in such a definite manner that I
realized he was finding out who was working and who was simply wasting
their research funds.
	His eyes probed me at every question and I felt like I was being undressed
from my mind to the type of clothing I was wearing. I worked hard at my
answers and gave them as honest and complete as possible, I felt that I was
having an oral exam. He asked about my future and what interested me in my
research and his field. He went on to suggest different schools for grad
studies.
	After lunch he got up and went back over to his suitcase on the luggage
rack, he removed his bathrobe and threw it on the bed. I started to excuse
myself, he turned and looked at me with nothing on. His eyes caught mine
and he told me to sit down on the bed that he wasn't through with me yet.
	I moved to the bed and sat.
	He smiled, but it wasn't so much a happy smile as one filled with his
confidence. He kept looking at me and I stared at him, somewhat embarrassed
in his naked presence. What does one look at in such situations?
	He came over to me in what was a sexual move. His cock was hardening in
front of him and bounced above his balls. My mouth opened I was not sure I
really understood the significance of what was to take place. I had a
casual girlfriend, another student and we kept each other satisfied without
too many heavy emotional demands. I had played around before with guys but
not enough to determine my sexual preference but this man saw something in
me that could be commanded and he did.
	He put his hand behind my head and on my ear and pulled it gently toward
his cock, matching my mouth to his cock. It was not fully hard yet and the
skin still partially covered the head. The head of his prick was small and
it gently swelled to a much thicker dimension behind the head and then it
tapered smaller as it reached his groin.  I am sure he was no longer than
six inches and more likely it was only 5 inches long, I was sure my own
cock was bigger.
	My dry lips came in contact with the moistening cock head, I licked them
and his cock at the same time, lubricating my lips and bringing his taste
to my mouth. His hand held me in place but did not force me onto him or him
into me. It was my choice to go further. My tongue went out and my mouth
opened and I brought this great man into my mouth. It was perfectly shaped
in form and size and I was soon sliding my mouth from tip to stern. Forcing
the skin behind the head with my tongue. His other hand grabbed my other
ear and stopped me.
	"Take your clothes off, ... now"
	He backed up and I stood, removing my clothes for him. His cock wet with
my saliva and his pre cum, slowly drooped after its initial hardening as I
undressed. As my shoes came off, followed by my pants and shorts, I vainly
thought of how superior my body was to his. I was younger, taller, thinner,
flatter stomach, more toned and a bigger cock with similar size balls. It
didn't matter to him, he was in control.
	"Lay down, ... lean your head over the edge", as I got on my back on the
bed with myself at a slight angle from perpendicular to the bed .
	He kneeled with his right leg on the bed against my torso trapping my
right arm behind him and under his knee and took the base of my cock
between his thumb and forefinger, wrapping the rest of the hand around my
balls and forcing them up and out from my body. His cock moved to my lips
and I opened my mouth to let him back in. He slid it to the base where his
balls came in contact with my nostrils. He withdrew, put his hand on my
right nipple and squeezed gently and firmly. His cock started moving in a
definite rhythm. From tip to base, in and out, my tongue U shaped around it
to keep the head from leaving me. He was entirely in control and he used me.
	The shape of his cock shut off the air to my lungs from its shape and
size. I would breathe when he pulled back for me to gasp a bit of air in,
then it returned, his thrusts getting more demanding, faster, harder. I was
soon choking and I found he held me in this position with his grasp on my
own genitals. He offered no relief with his hand but basically held me
there with my head trapped between the top and side of the bed and his knee
at my torso and his left hand no longer gentle on my nipple as he twisted
it hard, demanding my mouth. His thrusts so hard the silky white hair on
his scrotum felt like bristles against my nostrils.
	"Yeah take it", was the only warning I got as he unloaded his pent up
balls into my throat and then mouth. I was choking and to my surprise
cumming at the same time. As he made short thrusts into my throat unloading
his balls, his right hand tightened ending my own orgasm prematurely as I
tried to unload my balls. My own legs had come up trying to move my body to
get air.
	He slowly withdrew, as my mouth opened and I snorted from my nostrils as
cum and snot invaded my sinus's and I gasped for air. His cock still in my
mouth, he let me breathe a couple of breaths with my mouth and rammed it
back in, withdrew his cock slowly and put the hand that had tortured my
right nipple to my jaw and held it open as he ran the underside of his cock
against my tongue to remove whatever slime was on it.
	He changed his position and ran his cock between my lips cleaning himself
on me.
	He sighed "Much better".
	He took away the hand that had held me in place with my cock and balls and
ran his hairy forearm against my lip as I knowingly removed traces of my
incomplete orgasm. I reached to play with myself to relieve the tension.
	"No, stop"
	I stopped. My air starved brain was in another zone, as I realized how I
had just been used by this man that I had worshipped.
	He was definitely the alpha male and I had been put in my place.
	He told me to go shower as he washed his cock in the sink. When I got out
of the shower, he was practically dressed. I dried myself and got dressed,
we went to the faculty club and met up with some of the professors.
	He gave an excellent lecture and as I drove him back to his room that
night after the faculty wine and cheese. I hoped that he would use me again
and relieve the pressure from my balls.
	He stopped me from coming up by telling me to me to pick him up at 6:30
the next morning.
	The next morning he was all dressed and packed when I arrived. No attempt
to get me to suck his cock, dominate me or anything was even mentioned or
hinted at. I was disappointed, the look in his eyes told me not to even
attempt to repeat yesterdays activities. I packed his bags down to the car
and he got in. At the airport I unloaded the car, he shook my hand and
wished me good luck in my studies and thanked me for being an able assistant.
	I went directly home showered and played with my tender right nipple and
wanked so hard that I blew a huge load all over the shower wall. I had
wanted him to fuck me, dominate me, to take my virginity, but he was the
alpha male and I was simply his to command. Every time I saw him at a
conference afterwards he was cordial to me but that was all.

HAJ