Basketball Jock and Prof Part 10

Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 9 
Cosmic Charlie - Cosmic709@yahoo.com

Excerpt: 

"That was our first fight." I said. 

"I know." Mike pulled my body in close to his and started to knead my ass cheeks with his big hands. "I guess we'll have to have some make-up sex to make everything right." 

I rubbed my head against his chest and reached down to his groin. Mike was wearing briefs, which surprised me because he usually slept naked. I slipped my fingers under his waistband and reached for his cock. His dick was rock solid and hot in my hand. 

"It feels like you're ready to go." I said. 

His cock pulsed in my hand. "I've been saving it up all week," he said, "I'm horny as fuck."

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 9
Cosmic Charlie - Cosmic709@yahoo.com
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As the school year came to a close both Mike and I were so busy with the end of the quarter that we didn't see a lot of each other. That was one of the things that I liked most about my relationship with Mike. Even though things were pretty hot and heavy between us, he respected my space and I respected his. Given that we were living in two different worlds at the university - he being a student and me a member of the faculty - this extra space was a good thing. 
The weekend before finals, I had a barbecue at my house to celebrate the end of the academic year. My neighbors and some of my colleagues came over. I invited Mike and to my surprise he showed up. I wasn't sure that he would feel comfortable around that crowd, but he never seemed embarrassed to be seen with me or put off by the obvious awkwardness of being a student.

Mike was amazing at the barbecue. I've always been a little shy, awkward, and reserved in social situations, but Mike has the ability to walk up to almost anyone and start a conversation. Within ten minutes, he would be laughing with a complete stranger like they had been friends for five years. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Mike seemed to have it all. He was jaw-droppingly good looking, great with people, and very popular. When I was in college, there was a woman I was friends with who was like this. In addition to being absolutely stunning, she had a great personality that could instantly win over anyone. Once at a party not unlike the one I was having a friend of mine looked at her and said, "She could take over the world if she wanted to." That's the way I felt about Mike. He was like a classical Greek hero - larger than life and better than the rest of us mere mortals. 

After the barbecue, while we were cleaning up the house, I started talking to Mike about what he was going to do after he graduated from college next year. The topic had come up about a thousand times at the barbecue, and I should have known that Mike was sick of talking about it. Mike still seemed to be nursing the idea that he would play basketball professionally, and both of us knew that that was something of a stretch. Mike was a good ball-player, and he might have what it takes to get into the pros, but that future was certainly not guaranteed to him. I thought that he should spend the summer thinking a little bit about other things that he might do. 

I had had too much to drink and so had Mike. Our conversation became an argument and then a fight. The whole night seemed to be headed for an unavoidable disaster.

As I talked at Mike, he eventually erupted. "What the hell, man. Why are you giving me the third degree?"

I fired back and told him that I was worried about what he was going to do with his life and that I felt like he lacked self-direction. 

"I can take care of myself. I don't need you to tell me what I should be doing with my life like you're my parent." Mike insisted.

Things slowly went down hill from there.

For as long as we had been seeing each other, Mike had playfully kept calling me 'Prof.' It had turned into a kind of pet-name and had nothing to do with the actual dynamics of our relationship. Generally speaking, the fact that I was a professor and he was a student - someone else's student but still a student at my university - never came up. Mike never talked to me about his classes and I never asked. We kept that part of our lives pretty much separate from our relationship.

After the fight I understood why. If I started treating Mike like he was my student, then whatever equality we were building in our relationship would go out the window. If I treated him like some young kid who needed advice from his wise teacher, I would be treating Mike like he was my inferior. As I badgered him about his plans for his future, I wasn't talking to him like he was my boyfriend but like he was my student.

Unfortunately, by the time I figured this out it was too late. Mike and I spent a solid hour yelling at each other while we cleaned up the yard. I was glad that I didn't have any close neighbors, because everyone would have heard our domestic dispute. 

As the argument morphed into a calm but white hot silence, Mike realized that he had had too much to drink to drive home. When he arrived at my house he was planning on staying, so he had not restrained himself. In only a few words he told me that he would stay up in the living room until he felt sober enough to leave. I went into my bedroom and shut the door behind me.

It wasn't until I was in bed that I started to feel like I had acted stupidly. The rational part of my brain told me that I should go out into the living room and apologize to Mike, but my pride got in the way. As it turned out, he was thinking the same thing as he sat there alone watching ESPN. I tossed and turned for at least another hour before I finally fell asleep. As my anger faded, I started to feel lonely. Between our busy schedules, Mike and I had not seen a lot of each other over the past week. I was looking forward to spending the night with him, not just because I was horny and wanted sex, but also because I liked having him in bed next to me. 

At some point in the night, I woke up to the sound of someone shuffling around in my room. I was confused about what was going on, but then I realized that Mike was probably getting his stuff together before he left. I couldn't help but wonder if he was leaving for good. Maybe the fight was making him reconsider whether or not he should stay with me.

I pretended to be asleep, not wanting to reignite the argument from earlier and do more damage. Suddenly, I felt the heavy weight of Mike's body on the mattress next to me. The blankets were pulled back and Mike crawled into bed. As he settled in, I felt him get closer to me. His hand brushed against my shoulder and I felt his lips on my cheek. Mike kissed me gently, thinking I was asleep, and caressed me as I lay still. It was without a doubt the tenderest and kindest thing a man has ever done to me. I heard him breathing for a few more seconds, before he turned away and lay down on the bed. As I drifted back to sleep, I couldn't help but feel giddy over the fact that things were going to be alright. We had had our first fight, and it looked like we would survive it. 

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I woke the next morning as the sunlight blasted through my windows. Mike, always quintessentially masculine, was sprawled out spread eagle in the bed next to me on his back. His muscular shoulders were showing above the sheets and one of his hands was on my leg. I looked at him as he slept. His chest gently rose as he slowly breathed. The lower half of his face was covered in short scruff, giving him an incredibly sexy, morning-after look. Rather than wake him up, I rolled over and lay next to his body. 

I put my head onto his shoulder and lightly kissed him. With my hand, I gently rubbed his firm abs and developed chest. I let my hand linger on his chest where I could feel his heart pounding in his chest as I drifted in and out of sleep. 

Some time later Mike began to stir, which brought me back into consciousness. As he stretched out the muscles that covered his huge frame, he saw me laying next to him. He moved his hand up along the side of my torso. 

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said back. I paused for a minute. "Mike, I'm sorry."

"It's ok." he said, "I'm sorry too. Everyone's been harping on me about this crap for the last few weeks, and I took it out on you." 

"That was our first fight." I said. 

"I know." Mike pulled my body in close to his and started to knead my ass cheeks with his big hands. "I guess we'll have to have some make-up sex to make everything right." 

I rubbed my head against his chest and reached down to his groin. Mike was wearing briefs, which surprised me because he usually slept naked. I slipped my fingers under his waistband and reached for his cock. His dick was rock solid and hot in my hand. 

"It feels like you're ready to go." I said. 

His cock pulsed in my hand. "I've been saving it up all week," he said, "I'm horny as fuck."

Mike rolled onto his side and pushed me onto my back. He moved in and started to make out with me. His kissing got progressively more aggressive as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and sucked on my lips. He grabbed my cock and started to pull on it. I moaned into his open mouth and turned my head away. Mike moved his mouth to my neck. He kissed me and then started to suck and nip at my throat. It felt like he was trying to give me a hickey. At the same time, he released my cock and moved his hand down to my balls. 

Mike rolled my nuts around in his hand while we necked. I ran my hand over his muscular back. I loved the way the muscles in his back flexed and bulged as he moved his arms. It was absolute proof of his incredible upper body strength. 

I spread my legs and Mike's fingers ventured farther south. Mike began to toy with my asshole as I bucked around underneath him. He was breathing hard, and I could feel his hard cock against my leg. I moved my hand forward and grabbed at his dick through the fabric of his briefs. Then I started to mimic his actions, first rubbing his balls and then grabbing at his ass with my arms through his legs. Our hands and mouths were all over each other's bodies as we made out and writhed on the bed.

Mike broke off the kiss. "I'm so hot for you right now," he said. 

I moved my ass against his fingers, which were still tapping on and circling my asshole. "I want you in me, Mike." 

Mike pushed one of his fingers into my ass. Without spit or lube the entry was a little painful and I gasped. Mike responded by biting me on my neck. 

"Oh fuck," I groaned. I felt like I would cum any minute. 

In order to slow things down I pushed Mike over onto his back and rolled on top of him. I sat up and pushed my ass into his groin. Mike moaned and smiled at me. I ran my hands over the mounds of his chest and then brought my mouth down to one of his nipples. I sucked at it gently for a second, then bit down playfully on his tit. Mike's hard dick throbbed against my ass cheeks as I nibbled on his nipple. I moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Mike was enjoying the attention, and he lifted his hands up behind his head. I kissed him on the lips before moving to his pits. 

Mike's pits had an intoxicating, well-slept-in smell to them. I ran my tongue through his pit hair and licked up his salty perspiration. Mike moved his arm down over my head and flexed his muscles around my face. His hard pecs and triceps pressed against the sides of my head. I licked and sucked as his body moved underneath me. 

I pulled my head from his pit, and Mike grabbed my face and pulled it toward him. 

"Let me smell my funk on your face, Prof." he said as he pulled me in. Instead of kissing me on the lips he kissed the line of my jaw and then licked at my earlobe.

"God, Mike, I love that." I said. 

Mike grabbed my head and looked me right in the eyes. "I love you, Clint." he said. 

I was so locked into the moment that the words didn't really register. "I love you too, Mike." I said as I dove for his lips. Our mouths locked and his tongue shot in between my lips. Just as we got into the kiss he broke away.

"Really, I'm completely in love with you." he said.

I moved my mouth to his ear. I circled the inside of his ear with my tongue then whispered, "I really love you too."

I moved my face back above Mike's and looked him right in his wedge-wood blue eyes. I swear he had a little bit of mist in his eyes, like he was tearing up. I planted a strong kiss on his mouth and squeezed his body between my thighs. We sucked face for at least a minute before I felt his hands on my ass. He massaged my cheeks for a minute and then pulled my body up over his chest. I broke off our kiss and straightened out my back.  

My cock hung right in front of Mike's face. He stuck out his tongue and licked the little dribble of precum off the tip of my dick. I rubbed the tip of my dick over his lips and then his chin. His scratchy day's worth of facial hair tickled my cock. 

Mike lifted his head and sucked my cock into his mouth. The warm wetness that engulfed my engorged cock felt amazing. I bucked forward and shoved a few inches of meat into Mike's mouth. Mike ran his tongue around the tip of my dick and sucked on my shaft. While he sucked me, I brushed my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as I groaned in pleasure. Mike's hair was short and thick, and when combined with the shadow on his face, he looked incredibly manly. 

I imagined what he would look like as he got older. His beard would get thicker and eventually start to turn grey. The lines on his face would deepen. He would get sexier and sexier, and I wanted to be there with him. 

As I leaned back my dick popped out of his mouth and hung over Mike's face. He smiled at me with a wide, toothy grin before sticking out his tongue to lap at my dick. I slid my body back down his and kissed him on his mouth, then his chest and abs as I worked my way down to his cock. 

I yanked his briefs down and pulled them off. His cock sprang up above his dense bush. I kissed around the base of his dick and inhaled deeply. God, I loved the way he smelled and tasted. I ran my tongue over his scrotum and along the tops of his thighs. I made out with his crotch as his big dick bounced and leaked precum. 

After I had given him a satisfactory tongue bath, I grabbed onto Mike's dick. I pulled down on his shaft and watched as his foreskin slowly retracted. I licked the precum off the shiny purple head of his dick and then looked up into his eyes. I flashed Mike a dirty, naughty smile and then licked my way down his shaft and under his nuts. With his testicles resting on my nose, I tongued underneath his sack and down to his asshole. Mike lifted his legs to give me better access. His strong thighs were resting on my shoulders and he was doing his best to massage my back with his calves and heels. 

I circled my tongue around his asshole, and Mike let out a big gasp. I could feel his sphincter relax as I pushed the tip of my tongue in. Mike groaned and bucked underneath me as I tongue-fucked his hole. He had a perfect butt, with just a little bit of hair on his cheeks and a nice circle surrounding his hole. I licked along the crack of his ass, while my nose was filled with his ball musk. 

Mike got off on knowing that I was enjoying myself, so I groaned loudly as I rimmed him. He used his legs to massage me and let me know that he appreciated my work. I reached up to run my hands over his abs and maybe get a hold of his cock. As my hands moved over his solid stomach, Mike took my hands into his. He massaged my hands in his big mitts and pulled on my forearms. The added sensations made me even hotter. My steely dick was pressed against the side of the mattress, pulsing and hot with lust. 

After another minute or two, Mike moved his asshole away from me and the fresh, cool air hit my face. Mike moved forward and planted a few kisses on my lips before turning me over onto my belly. 

He pulled my ass cheeks apart and let out a soft whistle. "That's a nice hole. You want me to fuck you, Prof?" he asked as he ran his finger over my hole. 

I pressed my dick against the mattress and winked my hole at Mike, "I need it Mike. Pound my ass." 

Mike pressed the head of his dick into my crack and leaned down against me. His heavy body and hot skin pressed against my back side. "You've got such a fine ass," he whispered. I felt his tongue along my shoulder blades and his hands on my sides. 

Without warning Mike's tongue hit my hole. The boy knew how to rim a guy. He continuously spit on my asshole, tongued it a little, then pressed the spit into me with his forefinger. He wasn't rimming me for pleasure. He was getting my ass ready for his cock, letting the spit lube up my entrance and loosening me with his fingers. I was so turned on that I was groaning and twisting on the bed like a chick. 

Mike just kept playing with my ass. The sensations were amazing, but I wanted more. 

"C'mon Mike, fuck me." I groaned. 

"I don't know," he said, "I'm kind of getting off on watching you squirm." He tapped the head of his dick on my asshole and pressed a little bit. I started to back up onto him, but he pulled his cock away and replaced it with his finger. 

"Dude, fuck me now." I said. 

Mike leaned down on top of me. His whole body pressed against mine and his dick was nestled in my ass crack. Mike humped me a little then bit down on my neck.

"You really want it, don't you?" he said. 

I did my best to push my ass up against his groin. "Yeah, I want it. C'mon, put your dick in me." 

Mike kissed me along my jaw and licked at my neck. "You sure you don't want to just make out some more?"

I turned my head around to make contact with his lips. We kissed for a few seconds, then I said, "Please fuck me Mike." 

He shuffled his weight around on top of me. His hand moved between our two bodies and he lined his dick up with my asshole. 

"Since you asked so nice." he said, and then he pushed his penis into my body. There was a moment of resistance and tension before his head slipped in. The rest of his shaft quickly followed. I moaned loudly as inch after inch of Mike's dick invaded my gut. 

Mike grabbed onto my hips and used his strong arms to pull me back onto him, fucking me on his dick. As he pushed in, my ass-lips stretched to accommodate his girth. After only a few seconds of thrusting, Mike turned me over onto my back. 

"I wanna fuck you face to face," he said. I was in heaven and just moaned in approval. 

As he turned me over, I felt his dick twisting inside of me. His turning flesh stung around the entrance to my asshole, but felt amazing deeper inside as his cock prodded me from all different angles. When I was back on my back, Mike pulled my legs up and pushed deep into me. He moved his own upper body over mine and looked straight into my eyes. 

"Do you like my cock inside of you, Prof?" he asked.

"Yeah Mike. I like everything about you." I said.

Mike took one of his fingers and hooked it into my mouth. I sucked down, but he used the finger to pull my mouth open. Then he drooled some spit out of his mouth and down onto my lips and into my mouth. As the drops fell, Mike's face quickly followed, and only a moment after his spit landed on my face, his mouth was there to lick it into mine and make out with me. The whole time, he continued to fuck me with a steady, deep rhythm.

Overcome by the eroticism of Mike's moves, I used my legs to hug his body and pull him deeper into me. Mike responded by hugging me hard with his arms. When he wanted to, Mike could hug me with so much strength that he would push the air out of my lungs. Now he held me tight with all of his strength. I felt the muscles of his chest and arms flex around me. I groaned as our tongues danced in each other's mouths.

Mike picked up the pace and started to fuck my ass more aggressively. He wasn't just thrusting in and out, but was also moving his body up and down mine as he pushed in and out. The added motions stretched my asshole in all sorts of new ways and forced his knob to poke me in new places. At the same time, his rock-hard shaft was rubbing and sliding over my prostate gland, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine and down into my cock. 

I started to thrust my dick up against the hard muscles of Mike's abs. His stomach was covered with short but coarse fur which scratched the head of my dick. The sensation was uncomfortable at first, but the more time I spent with Mike's cock in my guts the better his hairy stomach felt against my cock. I did everything I could to work the angles in order to get myself off.

Still locked in an embrace and fiercely kissing each other, Mike noticed my moves against his stomach. He pressed his torso down hard against mine, sandwiching my dick between our bodies, and started to move his stomach against my dick. The pressure and friction was quickly bringing me to an orgasm. 

I had stopped kissing Mike and was now panting, open mouthed, against his face. Mike was licking my neck and biting around my jaw line. Mike pulled away and looked down in my eyes. 

"I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?" he smiled as he said this. 

"Plant it deep inside of me, Mike." I said as I kissed him on the mouth.

Mike started to thrust harder as he continued to make out with me. As he started to cum, he shoved into me hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around him and held his body tight against mine. As he came, he jackhammered into me, shaking my whole frame and shoving the last few millimeters of his cock into my ass. The feelings of his heaving body against my dick and of his swelling cock inside of me brought me over the edge. I groaned loudly as my cum shot into the space between our bodies. 

After he came, Mike collapsed on top of me. His whole body relaxed and his heavy frame pushed down against me. He was breathing quickly and I could feel his hot breath on my shoulder. 

Mike waited about thirty seconds before pulling out of me. His semi-hard cock slowly snaked out of my ass, leaving me with a very empty feeling. As he pulled away, he brought his mouth down onto my chest, first licking the valley in-between my pecs and then moving to the puddle of cum that had collected on my abs. Mike looked straight into my eyes as he licked up my cum. I moved my hands to the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair as he ate my seed. 

When he had cleaned up all the cum, Mike moved back up my body and planted his mouth on mine. His tongue darted into my mouth and the salty flavor of my own cum danced on my taste-buds. Mike and I stayed locked mouth to mouth for another few minutes before he rolled off of me. Still breathing heavily, I nuzzled my head against his chest and he put his arm around my shoulders. The smell of cum and sex was heavy in the air and both of our bodies glistened with sweat from the workout. 

We stayed like that for at least another hour, with the wind blowing in through the bedroom windows, saying almost nothing to each other. At some point, I heard Mike's stomach growling and decided to get up and make breakfast. We spent the day together, oblivious to the fight of the night before and eager to be with each other. 

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