Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 8

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 8
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I was working out when Sam's dad Luis approached me. I'd been admiring him from across the room, looking at him in the mirrors and watching the way his muscles bulged as he moved. Generally, I went for young guys, after about 22 they didn't do much for me anymore, but maybe because Luis shared my kinks, I found him attractive.

"What's up man?" I said as he walked up to me in the locker room.

"Not much. My son Jose is coming home next week. He's got two weeks off between his training and his deployment."

"Sounds like fun." I said. "I can't imagine not having Sean around for that long. Now that he's living with me, I wonder how I made it for all those years when he was with his mom."

"Yeah, Ill bet." Luis shot me a knowing grin. I blushed a little and shook my head. I hadn't meant it like that. Our sexual relationship aside, I liked having Sean around. Luis continued, "Listen, Jose had a little bit of a problem in high school, with girls, you know. He'd get his shit together and then he'd meet some chick and toss it all down the drain."

"Guys his age only think with their dicks."

"Right?" Luis said, "So naturally I'm worried that he'll do the same thing now. Two weeks is long enough to fall in love and fuck up his life again."

"He's smart. After Boot Camp, he's not going to be the kid you said good-bye to. You know that." I had seen a Marine Corps tattoo on Luis's shoulder.

"Still, I'm worried," he said, "I was thinking that maybe I could provide him some alternative entertainment. Like, maybe Sean could spend some time with him while he's home."

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 3

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For about two weeks, I left Sean alone. I wanted him to ask for my cock, maybe even to beg me for it. He needed to understand that he wasn't spreading his legs for me because I was taking advantage of him or forcing him. He had to want it himself. I even started to fuck a woman I knew from work to make him jealous. After about ten days, I knew it was working. As I was eating breakfast on Thursday, he asked me if I was going to be around that night. I told him I had other things to do.

During all of this time, I continued to find little ways to remind him of what he was. When he got home from the gym, I complimented him on his body, reminding him that good men expect their boys to keep in shape. When he came home from working out with his friends, I'd tease him about wanting to suck their dicks and ask him if any of his buddies suspected he was a cocksucker. Usually he blushed and didn't answer. Sometimes he shook his head before going to his room.

Best of all, he was finally obedient and friendly around the house. His chores were done, he obeyed curfew, and he never lipped off. Our relationship was about as good as it had ever been. Maybe that was because he knew that if he put one toe out of line, he'd have my cock in his ass again. Maybe he was afraid of what that would mean for him.

On Thursday night I scheduled a date with the woman I was screwing and took her out for dinner. I told Sean I would be out late. Instead, I came home with her early to surprise him. It was about ten o'clock, and he was sitting on his bed studying. I was surprised and a little disappointed. If he didn't fuck up or ask me to fuck him, I wasn't going to see his ass again.

The Crew, Part 7

 Hey guys, I've been on a long vacation and then had to catch up at work, but I'm back at it. Should be a new chapter of Quarterback Keeper soon. I know a lot of you are waiting.
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Two weeks ago, I had fucked a guy who wanted nothing more than to play around with a sweated up straight dude. His two hundred dollar tip convinced me that he had enjoyed the evening. Days later, I got a text from a potential client who'd been referred to me by my trick. He wanted the same deal, so I set him up with a dominant guy who knew how to take care of a submissive. I'm generally not interested in re-running the same script. I enjoy novelty.

It occurred to me, however, was that Smith wasn't running the business very effectively. The crew who worked at the Farm were in incredible shape,  were clean, and were all mobbed up so no one worried about getting ripped off. Still, we were pretty much getting paid for sucking and fucking, which a guy could buy for a lot less on the street corner.

After giving one John the fuck of his dreams, I realized that fulfilling a  fantasy was something a guy couldn't get anywhere else, so why not sell that? Of course, we'd have to charge the Johns extra for set up, but I guessed that there were plenty of wealthy men who would pay for what my team of young, fit men had to offer.

I started to drop advertisements on Craigslist and a few other venues. I also texted our regulars. I got a lot of inquiries, but most were from guys who got more enjoyment from telling me their fantasy than from actually living it out. Finally I got a text from a guy who said, simply, "I want to get raped in the woods." In an attempt to draw him out and keep him interested, I asked him if he was looking to get raped by one guy or few. "Definitely a few," he responded, "as many as I can afford."

I figured that four of us could provide him with as much cock as he could handle and quoted him a price. He asked to see pictures and I sent him body shots of myself and three of my hottest guys. I told him that they were all straight even though I knew it wasn't true. The guy took me up on my offer, and we started to set it up.

The Crew, Part 4

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I had just finished working out and was standing at my locker. The gym was one of the 'perks' of working at Smith's farm. Smith walked up to me, acting like nothing had happened. Literally an hour ago, the guy had forced me to give another guy head. He didn't put a gun to my head, but he would have if I had resisted. Now, he had the nerve to saunter up to me, with the .38 still tucked into his belt, and pretend like everything was cool.

I didn't look at him. Before this had happened, I could barely stand the guy. Everything about him was sleazy. The way he dressed, the way he combed his hair, the way he relied on a gun to keep control because he was unable to handle himself. It annoyed me before. Now it took every ounce of self-control I had not to punch the guy. My muscles bulged as I held myself back.

"You're going out tonight," he said.

"Out?" I asked without looking at him.

"Out call." Smith said. "The guy wants you to come to his house."

The Crew, Part 3

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The next week passed in a blur. I was getting sucked by guys regularly now. Most of them didn't want to do anything interesting. They just wanted to suck a young stud and drink his cum. The guys who paid the big bucks, the ones who wanted a special performance, seemed to rotate between a group of dudes working at the farm.

Developing a solid client base who was loyal only to me would be an important part of paying off my debt and getting out of this fucked up situation. One of my regulars was back in my room after fucking around with some of the other guys. I had him on his knees in front of me, my hard dick dripping and drool running from his mouth, when I broke the news to him. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my pubes, because I knew that  the closer he got to my cock, the more malleable his brain would become.

"From now on you only buy sex from me. Got it?" I said. He nodded, but I didn't let up. "I mean it. If I find out you're getting off with other guys, you're not going to get me anymore."

The Crew, Part 1

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I woke up on Sunday morning with a throbbing headache; too much beer and whiskey the night before. I forced my eyes open and rolled over in bed. Empty. That was a blessing. I'd been fucking my ex-girlfriend almost every weekend since we'd broken up. When I got drunk, I usually found her laying next to me the next morning. Without her here, I could recover in peace.

I quickly realized that my refrigerator was empty. I pulled on some pants and walked to the convenience store down the block to grab some milk and shit. As I walked out, I tried to remember the day before. The last thing I could recall was UCLA blowing their game, and me trying to figure out how much money I'd lost.

As I walked up to my apartment building two guys stepped out of a shitty car parked curbside. They were big guys, maybe six three or four, and both looked to weigh at least two hundred pounds. They were young and muscular. I glanced at them, calculated my odds of winning a fight, and decided that I didn't stand a chance with my hangover. I turned toward my building.

"You run and when we catch you we'll break your arms," one of the guys yelled.

Big Brother's Girlfriend, Spring Break, Part 3

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Big Bro's Girlfriend – Spring Break Edition – Part 3

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Note: This is the last installment of the return to this story. I'll be picking up with some of my other stories soon. Hope you enjoyed it.

Jase stared bullets at Mitch. "Show him." He said, "Show him how much you like cock."

Mitch stood up, glanced at Taylor, and then dropped to his knees in front of the stud. Taylor was totally blue collar, muscular but a little thick. He wasn't the kind of gym-honed athlete that Mitch was used to and the contrast, the naturalness of his body, made him hotter.

"You want me to leave." Jase asked.

"I, uh, I mean, he's your brother. You decide." Taylor said.

"I'll stick around," Jase smiled, "In case he needs something to suck on."

Taylor reached out and grabbed Mitch's head, pulling him into his crotch. His light jeans, dirty from working all week, were loose around his thighs. Mitch dove in, chewing on the hard rod that lay across his leg. His pants smelled like motor oil or something, and his dick pulsed as he licked at the thick cock. Taylor loved it.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 14

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Rick had just offered up his dad to the highest bidder. He didn’t' think any of the guys in the room had much that he wanted, but that was sort of the point. What would be more humiliating to his dad than to be traded for a couple of bucks or the number of some chick that he'd been chasing.

Scott and Sam put their heads together for a minute and then Scott looked back. "So, like, I'm really in charge, right? You're not going to keep fucking with him?"

"No interference. If I want dad to suck me, I'll ask you first, just like you ask me now."

Scott smiled from ear to ear. "I'll switch trucks with you." he said, "And we'll do your half of the yard work."

By some sick twist, Rick had a vehicle that was quite a bit older than Scott's and not nearly as cool. His dad bought a new truck when he gave Rick his beater and then bought another new truck when Scott turned sixteen. It wasn't fair, and it had been a major source of argument between him and his dad. He smiled broadly, thinking about getting some new wheels. He didn't care about the yard work, but that would be a nice bonus.

Rick looked toward Wrenn. He was still naked, and his brother Cody was sitting on the floor looking defeated. Like most guys who were new to the degrading service that men like Rick and Wrenn expected, he was feeling guilty about what he had done. It made him look cuter, more fuckable, if that was even possible.

Wrenn just shrugged, "Dude, I don't have a truck or anything to give you." His dick was hard and bouncing in front of him. The guy was a fuck machine and could go for hours. Alan was the only person, male or female, who'd ever been able to keep up. He glanced at Scott, "Guess he's yours man."

Wrenn turned to grab his clothes and saw his brother sitting on the floor. "Hang on." he hollered. He grabbed Cody by the nape of the neck and lifted him up. Then he pushed him toward Rick. "You can have Cody." Wrenn said.

Dad's Proper Place, Chapter 11

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After selling his dad out to his own buddies, Rick let Alan sleep in the bed. When Alan curled up next to him and put his head on his shoulder, Rick's body tensed up, but he didn't push him away. For the first time, Alan fell asleep with the heat and strength of a man next to him. He slept better than he'd ever slept before. When he woke up in the morning, Rick was spooning him, and his hard cock pressed into the small of his back. It felt hard and hot and throbbed against his skin.

Rick stirred. His big paw slipped down to his cock. He squeezed it a few times, sliding it against the crack of Alan's ass. Then he pushed it downward. He rolled Alan onto his stomach, and then stabbed his dick into his dad and began to fuck him.

It was a mechanical, routine, kind of fucking. Rick just wanted to get rid of his morning wood. There was no love and certainly no aggression. Alan was just an available hole. He now understood how his wife felt when he came home late and wanted to fuck. She would make herself available, but not really participate. That was what Rick was doing to him. Making him into his woman.

Rick finished with a grunt and then walked into the bathroom. The loud blast of his piss pulled Alan out of his stupor. When Rick returned to the bedroom with his heavy sex swinging between his legs, he pulled on his boxer briefs and adjusted his bulge.

"Fishing today?" he asked.

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After getting boned by his son, Alan cleaned up and returned to the bedroom. He knew enough not to sit on the bed with Rick after they fucked, so he sat on the floor at the base of the bed. Rick slid down and wrapped his feet around this old man's head, kicking him lightly and digging into him with his toes. Alan's cock was hardened as Rick's semen dripped from his asshole.

"I invited a couple of buddies up today." Rick said, "I'm going to go fishing. You should clean this place up before they get here."

With that, Rick bounded into the bathroom to wash up. He pulled on some jeans and an old t-shirt and then headed to the truck to grab his tackle box. In the meantime, Alan looked around the cabin. There wasn't much to clean, but he organized everything and made the bed. Then he started to dust the fixtures and surfaces. He was in a constant state of anxiety that Rick would walk in, and he wouldn't be busy cleaning. The punishment would be severe given Rick's mood. He assumed that the buddies Rick had invited were Lou and Wrenn. Maybe there was someone new. His punishment would probably involve being denied their cocks and then being forced to beg. So, when he finished dusting he started to clean the bathroom.

Rick walked back in. "Check it out pops." He had a stringer of bluegills in his hand. There were six fish, each a decent size. They would make a good dinner for the two of them.

"Good job, son."

"Clean them up while I take a shower, will you?"

Rick handed Alan the string of fish and walked past him into the bathroom. As he passed, Alan smelled Rick's odor and the distinctly fishy smell that came from spending time on the water. Alan cleaned the fish outside. Soon, Rick walked out to join him. He glanced at his phone and then said, "Get dressed, pops. My buddies are almost here."

Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 7

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Coach Perry waited for Ryder on the Monday morning after his session with Tyler. As soon as the kid walked into his office he knew that something had happened. There was a mix of shame, exhaustion, and happiness painted across Ryder's face.

"How'd it go?" Perry asked.

"Pretty good, sir." Ryder said. He sat down in front of the desk. When the coach didn't say anything he volunteered the rest. "I sucked him off, sir."

"Good, boy." Perry said. He stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. His shorts rode up when he sat down, making his bulging quads and the massive lump of genitals visible. "Did you like it?"

"It was amazing, sir." Ryder said. "He rimmed me while I sucked him off."

Coach Perry had guessed that Tyler was gay. His eyes always seemed to wander a little too far and stare for a little too long. Last year, when Perry had found a regular group of guys on the team to be serviced by his boy, Tyler hadn't wanted to join in, and Perry thought it was because he was worried that his teammates would notice how much he enjoyed it.

"Remember, boy," Perry said to Ryder, "Taking care of a man isn't about how you feel, but I'm glad you had fun. Now tell me how it happened."

Ryder told the whole story, from the moment he dragged his fingers across Tyler's asshole to when Tyler told him to jerk him off. The coach asked a steady stream of questions. While Ryder told the story, Perry kneaded his cock through his cheap cotton running shorts. His dick was hard and a dark gray spot of precum marked the tip.

The more Ryder talked the hornier he got. The Coach's lewd sexual display combined with his words to almost pull him out of himself. As he spoke, he stared at the Coach's hard dick and tried to keep track of the story he was telling. When the story was finished, the Coach opened his legs wider. Ryder slid out of the chair onto his knees.

Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 20

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The school year had finally ended. Mike graduated on a Saturday morning, and we spent most of the day with his parents. We ate a lot of food, celebrated a good deal, and enjoyed ourselves. He was moving in with me on Sunday, so graduation marked the end of his time in school and the beginning of his time with me. Ther We were finally going to start living like as a couple.

When I dropped him off at his apartment the morning of commencement our hug slowly turned into a full on grope fest. Mike grabbed onto my wrist and shoved it down his pants.

"No more molesting students after today." he said with a smile.

"No more sex with your professor," I said back.

"You're always going to be the Prof. to me." he said.

We made out for a few minutes, grabbing at  each other before he pulled away. "I've got to get ready," Mike said, "My parents are coming."

"You're going to leave me like this?" I said, pointing at the tent in my slacks.

"Maybe. I like the idea of you sitting through the whole ceremony with a hard on." he said.

As it turned out, I did have a hard-on for most of the ceremony. Mike and I had skipped sex the night before and we probably wouldn't have it today. I was so boned up I could barely keep my hands off myself.

Earning Big Brother a Promotion

Here's a new story that contains sex between an older daddy-type and a nineteen year old. There are also some incest undertones. I'll finish it up in a few parts. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. Charlie

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Twenty-nine year old Jeff eyed his younger brother from across the room, wondering if his plan would work. Ten years his junior, Evan had worshiped Jeff for most of his life, and it would be easy to get him to come with him on the retreat. He wondered how much he should tell Evan. If he told him everything, he might not be willing to come with. If he didn't tell him anything, things could get hairy once they were at the resort.

He looked Evan over from top to bottom. Evan had a lean body with good muscle definition. It was the kind of body that you get when you're active, but not lifting weights all the time. He had piercing blue eyes and light brown hair. There was something very masculine, but almost cute about his face. Jeff didn't know what gay guys usually looked for in men, but he thought his brother was good looking.

"Bro, I need a favor." Jeff said.

Big Bro's Girlfriend, Part 3

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Excerpt: "Babe, my dick is really hard, and I need to get off. You want me to fuck you? Are you in the mood now?" Jase said.

There was a strange sort of dominance in Jase's voice which Mitch had noticed before. Jase didn't need to tell people what to do, he just put them in the mindset to want to do what he wanted. It wasn't just with sex, he could do this with almost anything. It was like a Jedi mind trick, and Mitch wanted to figure out how he did it.

"Oh fuck, yeah man, fuck me." Mitch mumbled.

Jase rubbed the head of his cock against his brother's hole.  He pushed the tip in just a little bit, so that Mitch would feel his cunt stretching to greet it. His precum oozed over the hole, and he slid half of the head of his dick into Mitch before pulling back out.

"You want my ten inch man cock in your pussy? Do you have a cunt that needs to be filled?" Jase asked.

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After confessing my fantasies to Ben, he had complete control over me. He knew every button to push and every one of my kinks. He used his knowledge to elicit blow jobs from me almost every evening. I was happy to suck his dick, but Ben made me beg him for it. He got off on seeing me wallow in his piss and drinking his cum. He knew that I couldn't resist him.

Outside of the locker room, he started to acknowledge my presence when he saw me on campus. Having one of our star athletes talk to me in the commons did wonders for my social life. All sorts of people suddenly thought that I was one of the cool guys on campus.

After about a week of blow jobs, Ben invited me to a party he was having at his house that weekend. When he told me about the party, he said I could come as long as I followed his rules. On Thursday night, after I had sucked him off, he informed me that his only rule was, "Always say yes." I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that, but I figured he had something planned for me at the party. 

I showed up at Ben's house at around 10 on Friday night. The party was getting going, and the main floor of his place was filled with athletes and jersey chasers. The girls were drunk and dressed in their sluttiest clothes. Most of them would be full of jock cum before the next morning. The guys were clearly enjoying themselves and were busy competing for the hottest chicks. 

Basketball Jock and Prof, Chapter 6

Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 5
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Last time: The Prof and Mike went to the gym at the athletics center on campus and tag-teamed a bottom named Logan in the steam-room. After fucking the Prof in the showers, Mike returned to the Prof's house and spent the night with him.

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When I woke up the next morning, Mike was not in the bed with me. My heart immediately sank. I jumped out of bed, threw on some boxers, and walked out into my kitchen. Mike was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand. He was fully dressed. When he saw me, he stood up.

"I didn't want to just take off, but I gotta get going." he said.

"You can hang out here today if you want," I told him, hoping he would stay.

"I've got to his the gym, then go to practice and do school stuff. Last night was amazing. Thanks for that," he said.

"Anytime," I replied.

Mike walked over to me and grabbed my butt cheek through my boxers. "You know I'll take you up on that," he said. Then he turned for the door and left my house.

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I didn't hear from Mike for over a week. I was going kind of crazy on the inside, but knew better than to try to get in touch with Mike. I wasn't above begging for his cock, but I was in a weird place emotionally and didn't want to pull him into my head space. The NCAA tournament was weeks away, and Mike needed to focus on basketball.

A week and a half later, I got an invitation via campus mail to come to the team's watch party as the NCAA tournament seedings were announced on Selection Sunday. One of my colleagues saw the invite and literally turned green with envy.

"You got invited to the team's watch party? Jesus, who'd you have to fuck to get that?" We laughed together at his joke. I didn't tell him that it wasn't so much a matter of fucking as getting fucked.

"I got a plus one. You wanna come?" I asked.

Dr. Stevens gushed with enthusiasm and thanked me profusely for the invite.

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The following Sunday, I picked up Stevens and drove to the bar where the team was watching the coverage on ESPN. There were a ton of people there. The whole team, coaches and their families, and a crowd of guests had assembled to see how high the team would be seeded in the tournament. Most of the other people their were the players' families and their friends from on campus. So far as I could tell, we were the only faculty members in the joint.

As I glanced around the room, I caught the basketball coach's eye. He walked over to me. "Professor, I'm glad you could make it."

I thanked him for the invite.

"Mike tells me that your private tutoring kept him eligible last quarter. Jordan and James said you helped them out too," he patted me on the back, then said, "You know, we need more faculty members like you."

We chatted back and forth for a while, then Stevens and I took a seat at a table in the middle of the room. Various players who we had taught came up to our table to say hi. Then, finally, Mike came over.

"Hey, Dr. G." Mike called as he walked over to me. He immediately put his arm around my shoulder.

"Uh, Dr. Stevens, this is Mike. One of the team's stars." I said.

Stevens reached out his hand to shake Mike's. Mike shook his hand and then sat down at our table in a seat close to me. Stevens and Mike started to talk about the team's season.

While they were talking, Mike reached moved his hand underneath the table. He was leaning in over me in order to talk to Stevens in the noisy event hall. I could smell his cologne as he leaned in. Mike had primped a little for the event.  He was wearing a suit that fit his large frame perfectly. The cut of the jacket emphasized the v-shape of his torso and the strength of his upper body. His hair was combed down, and he had a pleasant, earthy smell to him.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on the inside of my thigh. I jumped a little as he rubbed my leg. I made eye contact with him, and he flashed me a quick smile. Slowly, his hand moved up my thigh and into my crotch. Mike pawed at my junk while he continued to chat up my colleague. He never missed a beat. My dick got hard and snaked down my pants leg. I did everything I could to remain composed and pretend like nothing was happening, but Mike had me hard and was rubbing my cock in just the right way. If he kept going much longer, I would blow a load in my khakis.

I shot him a panicked look and Mike pulled his hand away before I messed myself. He said goodbye to both of us and went back to sit with the team as the main coverage began on TV. After I finished my drink, I got up to go to the bathroom.

As I stood at the urinal taking a piss, I heard the door open behind me. Before I had a chance to think there was a hand on the back of my shirt, which pulled me, almost violently, away from the wall. My piss splashed on the floor before I could cut off the flow.

"I'm really horny." Mike growled as he pulled me toward the stall. "I haven't gotten off all week." Though he was being aggressive, I could tell by his smile that he was having fun with me.

Mike was pulling me through the bathroom by the back of my collar. I tried my best to tell him this was a bad idea, but all I could do was gasp his name.

He opened the door to the stall, pushed me down on the toilet seat, and locked the door behind him.

When Mike turned around, his crotch was inches from my face. Once again, I found myself being forced to look up at my stud. He looked handsome as hell in his shirt and tie. Mike had the kind of body that menswear is made to fit, and at that moment he looked more like a model than a basketball player.

I glanced at his cock and breathed in heavily. His cologne was strong enough to have filled the stall, and the scent was putting me into a kind of trance.

"This is a bad idea, Mike. There are a lot of people out there." I said. I was looking down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.

Mike started to massage the back of my neck, kneading the flesh with his strong hands. When a man massages my neck, I'll do almost anything he asks. Mike, of course, knew all of my weaknesses by now, and it was only a matter of time before I gave in.

"Just pick up your feet if someone comes in." he said.

I sighed, "Mike . . . this is a bad idea." The hand on the back of my neck was slowly pulling me into his body. I was still resisting, but only a little.

With his free hand, Mike grabbed at his junk. His huge cock pulled at the fabric of his dress pants. "Is this ever a bad idea, Prof."

I looked at his cock, then looked up into his blue eyes. His hand was still on the back of my head, lulling me into submission. I gave up and groaned, "No" and fell into the fabric covering his crotch.

I pushed my face up underneath his cock and dug into his balls, inhaling deeply as I went. Mike was wearing clean clothes and he had showered before the selection party. I couldn't smell much, but just breathing in air that had touched his junk got me hard. I nuzzled in deeper, pushing my face against his balls. His hard cock was pressed against my forehead. I wanted to lick his dick through the fabric, but knew that the resulting wet spot would be hard to explain to the crowd outside.

"That's a good cock slut," Mike chuckled as he ground into my face. His big hands came down and pushed my head away as he unzipped his fly. As soon as his pants were open, he pushed back into me. "Chew on my cock, Prof."

Mike was wearing black boxer briefs which were stretched obscenely by his thick, hard dick. I playfully bit down on his cock through the fabric. There was a wet spot where the head of his dick was, and I started to suck the precum out of the fabric. Mike was gushing, a sure sign we was ready to blow a load.

I love sucking on a dick through a good pair of underwear, but after a few minutes I was dying to get my mouth on the real thing. The layer of fabric between my mouth and Mike's dick was frustrating and made me progressively hornier. Before I knew it, my mouth was watering as I thought of licking his crotch, sucking on his foreskin, and eating his cum. I was like a dog drooling for a bone.

Mike simultaneously stepped back and pushed my head away from him. I looked up at him. He was still fully clothed, but he had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top button. Something about the suit made him look more masculine. He looked powerful and domineering.

"You want to suck my cock and eat my load, Prof.?" Mike asked, all the while taunting me by sticking his fingers in my mouth.

I sucked down hard on one of his fingers, then said, "Please let me suck you off, Mike."

Mike pulled down the waistband of his briefs and his cock sprung up. His foreskin was still covering most of his shiny head, and precum was oozing out of his piss slit.

"Kiss it." Mike said.

I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. I tried my best to get his cock slime on my lips, but only got a little bit of a taste. I swallowed and looked back up at him.

"Suck on my cock head."  Mike growled as he shoved his dick toward me.

The head of his dick slipped past my lips and went into my mouth. I began to suck hard while running my tongue around his tip. I cleaned up all the precum I could find, then focused on just trying to make him happy. Mike groaned loudly as I ran my tongue around the head of his dick. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to smack my face with it. The combined sound of his dick hitting my face and his groans reminded me that we were in a public bathroom. My colleagues and his teammates were only a few dozen feet away.

My cock was hard in my pants. I was hoping that any ooze I produced wouldn't leak through my khakis. I kept on licking Mike's crotch and figured that I would get a chance to jerk off later.

Mike continued to move his spit covered cock across my face, lightly smacking me and then dragging the head over my nose and cheeks. His precum and my spit were now covering my face.

"Lick my balls for a minute, Prof." Mike commanded as he lifted his dick. I took one of his two huge balls into my mouth. Mike had the largest, lowest hanging balls I'd ever been allowed to service. They hung down four or five inches below his crotch when his sac was loose. I sucked on one nut and then the other, the whole time inhaling his scent. Usually he smelled like a mixture of sweat and a little body odor, but this time he smelled clean and almost pure. It reminded me of the first time he let me see his dick in my office several months ago.

As I dug into his sack with my mouth, Mike started to groan. He was jerking his dick and leaning against the door of the bathroom stall. As he jerked and moved his crotch against my face, the door to the stall rattled. If anyone came in, they would know what was going on.

"I'm gonna cum." Mike moaned as he pulled me by my hair to the head of his dick. "Open up."

I opened my mouth and engulfed the head of his dick. I ran my tongue around his knob until I felt his dick swell in my mouth. His cum poured out over my tongue. Spurt after spurt of thick, almost chunky man juice filled my mouth. I savored Mike's flavor before swallowing.

"You like?" Mike asked.

I just nodded in reply.

"We should get back out there." Mike said as he tucked his dick back into his pants. "I'll leave the bathroom first. You follow in a few minutes."

I didn't have it in me to tell Mike that this was the oldest trick in the book. I didn't care either. I had one of his loads in my belly and my face reeked of genitals and sex. I used the few minutes to clean up before wandering back out into the main room.

Stevens was at our table chatting with an administrator. When I got back he asked, "Where you been?"

"On the phone," I replied as I sat down in the seat farthest away from him. After sucking his dick and rummaging around in Mike's crotch with my face, I felt like anyone with a nose would be able to smell the scent of sex on me. It probably wasn't that bad, but I didn't want to risk it.

We continued to talk until the team's seed was announced. The basketball players were named a fifth seed. It was a really good placement, especially for a school our size, but they were a little disappointed. The local newspaper had predicted that they would be a fourth seed. Still, after the initial shock wore off everyone was happy and the beer and wine started to flow. The players weren't drinking, but the invited guests (mainly boosters) were getting a little liquored up.

After an hour or so, Mike walked by my table and made eye contact with me. I could tell that he wanted something, but I'm not a mind reader so I didn't understand. I kept my eyes on him as e walked through the room and into the bathroom. As he opened the door he looked back toward me and grinned. 'Ok' I thought, 'so that's what he wants.'

I excused myself from the table and walked into the bathroom. Mike was standing by the sinks.

"I knew you'd come." he said. His hand was massaging his half-hard dick through his pants. "You can never get enough of my dick, can you?"

I glanced under the stalls to see if there was anyone else in the restroom. There wasn't. "No." I said, "I want it all the time."

"Let's fuck in here." Mike said.

"Mike," I pleaded, "we could get caught."

"That's what makes it exciting." he said. He pulled me by my necktie into one of the stalls. I had seen women pull on their guy's ties before, but no one had ever done it to me. It made me feel like I was wearing a collar and getting pulled by a leash.

Mike maneuvered me back onto the toilet so that his crotch was in my face, just like before.

I opened his fly and took his dick into my mouth. We didn't have much time, and I wanted his dick in my ass sooner rather than later. Mike was more physical this time and kept running his hands through my hair and along the sides of my head, gently fucking my skull with his dick.

The position I was in made deep-throating his dick pretty much impossible but I tried anyway. I could get about three quarters of his cock in my mouth before my gag reflex took over and I coughed him back up. I did this three or four times before I heard the door swing open.

"Yo, Mike, you in here?"

I picked up my feet in a flash. Mike reacted, however, by burying his dick deep in my mouth. Panicked, I looked up at him, and he realized that he'd made a mistake.

"Yeah, I'm in here," Mike called out as he tried to ease his dick out of my throat.

"What're you doing?" the guy asked.

"What the fuck do you think?" Mike said.

I was choking on his dick and couldn't hold it in my mouth anymore. I gagged and pulled off his dick, coughing and making noise the whole way off. It sounded like a scene from a porno.

"Shit man, you got a chick in there?" the guy asked.

"Not exactly." Mike said.

The door to the stall started to jiggle. "C'mon man, let me in. I haven't gotten a blow-job in a couple of weeks."

"You sure?" Mike asked.

"Dude, let me at that." he said.

Mike turned around and opened the door.

Behind the door was a huge, Latin, jock named Justin Nunez. He was an amazingly good-looking guy, kind of a pretty boy, but totally hot. The women on campus had websites devoted to him that featured shots of him on and off the court. He was one of the most sought after men on campus. Today, his black hair was gelled and spiky in a way that accentuated his Latin features.

His eyes widened as he looked at me sitting on the toilet. Mike's hard dick was inches from my mouth and dripping. My eyes were watering and there was cock slime running down my chin.

Before Nunez could say anything, Mike said in a low husky voice, "This guy sucks cock better than any chick you'll ever find Nunez."

"Dude, I don't think I'm into this. I'll leave you two be." he said.

"You sure? If you feed him your cock, you'll never regret it." Mike said.

Nunez hesitated. He looked perplexed, like he was completely unsure what to do. "He's that good?" he asked.

"He's that good." Mike said. "Let him take care of your cock."

Mike backed away from me and slid the door shut. His own cock was still hard and dripping precum. Nunez stood in front of me like a statue. I wanted to reach out and open his fly, but I knew that if I went for it, he would freak out and leave. Slowly, after about thirty seconds, he reached down and unzipped his fly. As he pulled down the waistband of his boxers, I caught a glimpse of his flaccid junk.

His cock and balls were impressive. They looked pretty average in size for a guy with his build. I guessed his cock would be around seven inches hard. His pubes were trimmed and dark. He had beautiful, tan skin.

Mike brought his hand to the back of my head and started to push me forward. As I got close the moist air from Nunez's crotch hit my face. Nunez had not pampered himself as Mike had. His crotch smelled musky and spicy. I took his soft cock into my mouth and started to nurse on it. Slowly, it grew in my mouth. Completely hard it was a little over seven inches, but stood absolutely straight up. It was actually hard to pull it down from his stomach.

Nunez was standing there straight as a board. He was nervous, I could tell, but he was also enjoying my mouth on his dick. "Suck it bitch." he whispered.

"Tell him what you want him to do, and he'll do it." Mike said. "He's not some bitch that's gonna start crying."

"Take it all." Nunez told me.

I sucked his cock into my mouth and took as much of it into my throat as I could. Sitting up was not conducive to deep throating, so I stopped about an inch short of the base of his cock.

"Take it all." Nunez said more forcefully. "I don't care if you choke."

I started to make a better effort, but before I could really try, Mike pushed me into Nunez' crotch. My nose was firmly planted in his pubes, and I started to gag on his cock.

"Don't embarrass me, Prof." Mike growled. Then he turned away from me and said. "Nunez, if you want to fuck his face you need to take control."

Nunez's hands came down onto the side of my head, and he shoved his cock deep into my mouth. It was like a switch flipped in his head. He had been gentle and nervous before, but now he started to fuck my mouth like it was a pussy. I didn't have a chance to exercise any of my cock sucking skills on him, he just turned my mouth into a hole and fucked it.

As I was gagging on the Latin cock, Mike egged me on, saying, "C'mon Prof. Make him cum." I could see him working his own cock out of the corner of my eye.

About a minute into the oral assault, Nunez started to cum in my mouth. I choked on the first blast and pulled up off of his cock. His cum filled my mouth. I eagerly ate it all, doing my best to keep sucking him while he orgasmed.

After his cock stopped pulsing, Nunez pulled his dick out of my mouth. He wiped it against the side of my face. His face fucking had wrecked me. My eyes were watering, cum and whatever else had come out of my nose while I choked, and I had spit and slime all over my chin and now my cheeks.

"That was amazing." he said as he caught his breath. He zipped up his pants and turned to leave the stall. "Thanks Mike."

"No problem." Mike said. Nunez didn't even bother to acknowledge me. "Hey, if anyone asks tell them I went outside to talk to my folks. I don't want to be interrupted again."

Nunez nodded then left the stall. I heard him leave the bathroom. Mike looked down at me, then left the stall to get some paper towels. He came back in and started to clean up my face.

"Fuck, Prof." He said, "You look like a total whore."

He continued to wipe my face. There was something almost loving about it. The whole time his cock continued to bounce in front of his body.

"Sorry I had to whore you out to Nunez." Mike said. "It was the only way to keep him from freaking out."

"That was a little intense." I said.

"Straight thugs don't know how to treat a cock sucker, that's why he can't get chicks to suck his dick." Mike joked and I laughed with him.

"Your ass still open for business?" Mike asked.

My ass lips twitched at the suggestion. "Fuck yeah." I said.

I stood up and turned around. Mike bent me over in the stall so that I was pressed against the wall above the toilet. He yanked my pants down and pushed the tails of my dress-shirt up my back.

Mike spit on his hand and rubbed the saliva onto his dick before drooling on my asshole a little. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my rosebud, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from making too loud of a noise as he penetrated me. His dick slid into my ass slowly, inch by inch, until I felt his wiry pubes against my crack and his huge balls swung up against mine.

Mike rubbed his hands across my chest, working his way as far up inside my dress shirt as he could. The whole scene was a little comical, and I wished that I could be a fly on the wall watching us - two guys, both with their pants around their ankles humping like animals in a bathroom stall.

Mike pulled my body up against his so that I was almost standing. I would have fell over but he used his arms to stabilize me. I put my hands up against the wall in front of me and straddled the toilet. Mike's cock was deep in my ass, throbbing and moving around, as he tried to get himself into a decent position. My own cock was hard and pressed up against my stomach. I'm old enough that that rarely happens now, but after blowing Mike and then Nunez, I was ready to shot my load at the drop of a hat.

Mike grabbed on to me and started to fuck my ass. He was slow at first but quickly picked up the pace. He didn't want to get interrupted again. His thrusts were deep and hard. I couldn't help grunting a little as he bottomed out in my ass.

While he was drilling my hole, Mike moved one of his hands down and started to jerk me off. Mike had a really rough, almost violent way of jerking me off. I assume he was this way when he pulled on his own dick as well. He gripped onto my dick hard and then pulled and twisted it. I was so hot, so full of cock, that I was really on the edge of cumming. Judging from the way he was panting, Mike was ready to shoot too.

Suddenly Mike brought his whole body down onto mine and started humping me like a dog. His thrusts were short and forceful. He wheezed and almost whined as he started to cum inside of me. The thought of Mike's DNA flooding my bowels combined with his manhandling of my dick was enough to get me off. I shot my own load onto the floor and the toilet seat. My orgasm was intense, and both Mike and I got pretty loud as we blew our loads.

After he was finished, Mike slipped his dick out of my ass. I felt completely empty without his hard rod inside of me. I turned around just as Mike was putting his dick back into his pants. He tucked in his shirt and buckled his belt. I was also trying to make myself look presentable while at the same time trying to catch my breath.

As I closed my pants Mike grabbed my tie and started to straighten it for me. I did the same for him. For two guys who'd just fucked in the men's room, I thought we looked pretty put together.

As he tightened the knot of my tie, Mike pulled me in close and kissed me hard on the lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth and he pressed me against the wall of the stall. We made out with each other for about thirty seconds. During the kiss, Mike never let go of my tie, asserting his dominance over me while we made out.

"Fuck, I'm hot for you." Mike said.

I wasn't sure how to respond. I almost said thanks, but decided against it. It sounded stupid to me

"Make like we just ran into each other." Mike said as we walked out.

As we entered the main room, Mike laughed like I had just told him a joke. He put his arm around me in a jocular way and whispered into my ear, "Thanks for the fuck, Prof," then he pushed me away. We both made our way back to our respective tables.

I sat down at my table, now full of various administrative types and the Athletics Director. Stevens had seen me come out of the bathroom with Mike and commented on how close I seemed to the players. I blushed. The athletics director, slapped me on the shoulder and said, "Prof. G_ is one of our biggest supporters. I don't think I could keep him away from our guys if I tried."

He laughed a big, hearty laugh. I smiled as Mike's cum ran out of my asshole.

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