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Subject: Pounding the Prof, Part 7 Pounding the Prof, Part 7 If you are financially able to do so, please consider donating to Nifty to keep this amazing resource going! fty/donate.html ************************************* On Fridays, I usually tried to work at home, finishing up preparations for classes and trying to get a little writing done. Even as a new junior professor, I already had to start worrying about getting publications out so that I could get tenure. I spent the morning finishing course preparations for the week, then in the afternoon, I turned to revising a paper that I was co-authoring with two graduate school friends. My laptop wasn’t capable of running the equations in the paper, but I could at least go over the written text and check for errors in the tables. Around 4 in the afternoon, I wrapped up my work, put on my workout clothes, and ran to the gym. I lifted weights for about an hour. I pushed myself hard, feeling inspired by all of the action I’d been getting this week, wanting to get myself pumped up. I was already in good shape, toned, with almost no body fat, but I was hoping that I would see some more action this weekend, and I wanted to look my best. As I was working out, I reflected on the week. The office sex with Nathan the day before had been really hot, though kind of scary. He had a slightly menacing side, but then he could also be very tender, which was confusing. Sometimes he seemed to want to dominate me, but then he was also a great kisser. I thought about how he washed me off in the shower with such tenderness, but then he had been so aggressive in my office, calling me his bitch and slapping my ass. I wasn’t sure what to make of him, and it worried me. I hadn’t heard from Damion since he’d come over to my place on Monday night, and that made me kind of sad. I had been hoping he’d be in touch. He was strong and masculine, with a deep sexy voice, but he seemed like a real sweetheart, without Nathan’s aggressive side. I realized that as much as I told myself that I wanted to end this dangerous game I was playing with my students, the truth was that I wanted to see them even more. I felt guilty about it, slightly frightened, confused, but I had to admit that I really wanted to fuck around with both of them again. Damion’s tenderness and youth and vulnerability melted my heart, but Nathan’s power over me was really a turn on too. In short, I concluded, I was a mess. I plotted a path through town to run back to my apartment. I put one of my favorite running playlists on my phone and set out at a comfortable pace. It was a warm afternoon, and I was sweating and breathing hard, feeling the burn of a long run after a hard workout. As I was getting near my house, my phone buzzed. It was a message from a number I didn’t recognized. “hey prof,” it said. It was Damion. YES! I thought to myself and then laughed. I felt silly for being so excited. It’s hard to text while you’re running, so I slowed down to a walk. “Hey,” I responded. “what up” “Who’s this?” I asked, even though I knew it was him. “damion,” he wrote, with a sad face emoji. “Oh. Don’t be sad. I gave you my number but didn’t get yours,” I wrote. Then I followed up with a smile emoji. “I’m glad you texted.” “cool,” he wrote. “what u up to” “Just finishing a run. Heading home.” “want company?” “Sure,” I wrote. “Come on over. You know the address.” The idea of having him come over made me feel ridiculously happy. Shit, what an idiot I am, I thought. I started running again and was home in a few minutes. I stretched, drank a couple of glasses of water, and then jumped in the shower. After I dried off, I thought about just staying naked, but that seemed silly. Instead, I chose a pair of shorts that I knew gave my butt a nice shape and a tight-fitting T-shirt. I looked in the mirror and thought I looked good. Then I waited. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I turned on the television and watched MSNBC for a bit, but I wasn’t interested, so I turned it off. I went through my iPad and tried to pick a playlist that might be good. Then I plugged it into a set of speakers and adjusted the volume. I had just decided that I should start dinner, when there was a knock on my door. I opened up, and Damion greeted me with a bright smile. He was wearing an oversized dark hoodie and skinny jeans that made him look even taller than he was. “Hey, prof,” he said and walked past me inside. “Hey Damion,” I said. As I shut the door and turned around, he took my head in his hands and kissed me. “You miss me?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Yeah,” I said. He pulled me to him again and kissed me longer and deeper. He was taller than me, so he had to bend his head slightly down to reach my face, and his hood covered me in shadow. He stepped back and looked me over. “You look hella hot,” he said. “You too,” I said. We stood there for a moment and just looked at each other. “I was about to make dinner,” I said. “You want some?” “Definitely!” he said. He sauntered over to one of the stools and sat at the counter, as I went into the kitchen. istanbul travesti I opened the fridge and looked to see what I had. “Pasta with chicken?” I asked. “Sure.” I took out a large pot and filled it with water, then put it on the stove and turned the heat on high underneath. He leaned his elbows on the counter and watched me intently. “So tell me about yourself,” I said. “Where are you from?” “California. Bay Area.” “Where in the Bay Area?” I asked. I washed my hands, then I took a green and a red pepper and a chicken breast out of the fridge and grabbed an onion from a container under the sink. I peeled the onion and started to chop the veggies on a cutting board. “Richmond.” “Where’s that?” “East Bay, not far from Berkeley.” He paused and got an ironic expression on his face. “But it definitely ain’t Berkeley.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “I mean, it’s a hard town. Nobody in Richmond has money. Lot of crime. Drugs.” “In the Bay Area?” I asked. “Oh yeah, not every place be like San Francisco. But I didn’t do high school in Richmond. I went to a charter school.” “Oh,” I said. “You?” he asked. “Where am I from? Ohio. I’m a Midwestern boy.” As I chopped the peppers and onions, I put them into a bowl, then cut the chicken into chunks and put them in another bowl. “You played soccer?” I asked as I washed my hands and rinsed the chicken off of the cutting board and knife. “Uh-huh. I was good. That’s why I got a scholarship,” he said. He wasn’t boasting; it was just a statement of fact. “But I do good at school too.” “And how’s the soccer here?” I asked. “I just started, so I don’t know anything about the sports at the school.” “We’re good,” he said. “But I don’t play much yet cause I’m just a freshman.” “You just started?” he seemed surprised. “Yup,” I said, “I just finished graduate school.” I put a pan on the stove, added some olive oil, and turned it on. When it was hot, I added the chicken, which sizzled loudly as I tossed it around the pan. “You like to cook?” he asked. “I guess. Gotta cook to stay alive. How about you?” “I don’t cook,” he said. “I got a meal plan. But cafeteria food gets boring.” “I bet,” I said. “So you can cook for me when I come over.” He smiled broadly. He had taken the hood off so I could see his whole face now. “Maybe,” I laughed. I was enjoying the casual conversation as I got the meal ready. I’d been cooking for myself for months, and it suddenly hit me that I’d been feeling lonely. Sure, I’d met a few other new professors, and we’d even gone out for drinks once. But settling in and teaching new classes took up all of my time, and I hadn’t really made any real friends. I was the youngest in my department by probably a decade, and I hadn’t had a chance to meet many other people. The other new faculty were as busy as I was and didn’t really have time to do much. Plus a lot of them were married, and I hadn’t figured out if any of them were gay yet. Back in graduate school, I’d had a large group of friends, a mix of people from my program and gay friends from the school and town. We used to go out for dinner or cook a meal together, or sometimes go out to a bar or a club pretty much every weekend. But here, other than the breakfast I’d made for Damion earlier in the week, this was the first meal I’d cooked for anyone in my new apartment. The water was boiling, so I added half a box of penne. The chicken had browned nicely, so I put it in another bowl, added some more olive oil to the pan and tossed the peppers and onions. As I was stirring, I suddenly felt Damion press up against me. I hadn’t heard him coming, and his touch startled me for a moment, but then I relaxed and leaned back into him. He reached his arms around me and looked over at my cooking, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Smells good,” he said. I almost melted into him as I leaned back and he held me up. I could feel his tight body pressing against me. “YOU, smell good,” I said, as I breathed him in. Even over the smell of cooking, I could smell his cologne. “Armani,” he said. I snuggled my nose into his neck to smell him. “It’s nice,” I said. I could smell the cologne and a hint of soap. He had showered before he came over and put on cologne, and I realized that he’d chosen his outfit carefully. He wanted to impress me, and he did. He let go of me and walked into the living room to explore a bit as I kept sautéing the vegetables. He looked at the books on my shelves and then at my CD collection. The veggies were soon done enough, so I added the chicken back in and poured in a splash from a bottle of white wine that I took out of the fridge. I turned the heat down to low and scraped the pan. Then I got out a colander, strained the pasta into it, then added it to the pan and stirred. I put in a couple of shakes of oregano, salt, and pepper and turned off the heat. “Soup’s on!” I said. I took out two bowls and divided the contents between them, set out silverware, and took a jar of parmesan cheese out of the fridge. Damion came back and sat down. “Yum,” he said and dove in as I sat down next istanbul travestileri to him. We ate for awhile without talking. I was oddly pleased to see how much Damion enjoyed the simple quick meal I’d thrown together. I’d forgotten how ravenous a teenager could be and realized too late that I probably should have made more. He ate quickly, with energy, and when his bowl was finished, he pushed it across the counter. “That was good,” he said, “but now I want some dessert.” I realized in an instant that he didn’t mean ice cream. He reached over with one hand and grabbed my ass and gave me a seductive look. I wasn’t done eating, but I immediately set down my fork and stood up. He got up too and pulled me into a kiss. We made out, standing there at the kitchen counter. He ran his hands down my chest and grabbed my butt with his long fingers. I reached up under his hoodie and felt his smooth, muscular stomach and chest. I lightly pinched his nipples and he moaned into my mouth. I pulled his hoodie up over his head and then the tank top he had on underneath and tossed them on the floor. His smooth chocolate colored skin looked so beautiful. His arms were muscular but he was very lean, his chest developed just enough to emphasize his abs. I ran my tongue down his neck and playfully nibbled one of his nipples and then the other, and he leaned down and licked at my ear. He pulled my shirt off and ran his hands over my chest. “Da-a-amn!” he said. “You fine!” We both laughed, then we leaned back into our kiss, our bare chests rubbing against one another. I broke the kiss and took his hand. “Come on,” I said, and led him to the bedroom. We stood at the edge of the bed as he kicked off his shoes, then we lay down beside one another and dove into a passionate kiss. His tongue was long, and reached deep in my mouth. He broke the kiss and started to use his tongue to explore my body. He lay me on my back and slowly traced a line with his tongue from my neck down to my navel then back up to my left nipple, which he bit gently. He licked over to my right nipple and bit that too. Then he traced his tongue down my belly, past my belly button, and down the line of light fuzz that blended into my pubic hair. He unbuttoned my shorts and slowly pulled them down, along with my boxer briefs. My cock stood straight at attention, but he ignored it as he pulled the shorts down over my feet and tossed them onto the floor. Then he slowly licked up the inside of one leg until he got to my balls. He stopped and ran his tongue up the other leg. “You like to be rimmed?” he asked. “Mm-hmm,” I said and nodded yes. I remembered that he had rimmed me before fucking me that first night that he and Nathan had been over. Was that really only a week ago? He lifted up my legs until my ass rose a little in the air. He teased my hole, flicking his tongue at it. Then he stuck the tip of his tongue in, pulled out and licked all around, then stuck his tongue deeper inside. I let out a loud moan, and he dove in deeper. Soon his face was pressing hard into my ass, his tongue wiggling around in my asshole, sending shivers through my body. I could feel his nose on my crack. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the amazing sensation. After awhile he started to lick higher, tickling my balls with his tongue. He licked up the length of my cock. As he got to the top, I felt the tip of his cock brushing against my hole. Somehow he’d gotten his jeans off while he was rimming me without my even noticing. He didn’t push his cock in though. Instead, he kept working on my cock. He started to take it in his mouth, going up and down. Every time he’d get to the tip, his dick would press against my ass. I loved the feeling of getting sucked, but I really wanted him inside me, so I stretched myself until I was pushing more fully against his cock. He kept sucking me, and I pushed down until the head of his cock went slightly inside my hole. I moved my butt up and down a bit, but as long as he was sucking me, I couldn’t really get him much further inside. “Wait,” I said. I grabbed the lube out of the drawer in the table beside my bed. I slathered some on his cock, then I lay back down and raised my legs up and aimed his cock at my ass. “Greedy little bitch, ain’tcha?” he laughed. “Yup,” I said and pushed myself against his cock. This time he head popped easily in and slid quickly inside a couple of inches. He straightened his body out, held my legs up, and slowly slid his dick further in. He pulled out a little, then pushed back in a little deeper. Damn, did it feel good. He pulled in and out a few more times until he hit a point of resistance. His dick was not too thick but definitely long. I relaxed until he could push the last inch inside and I could feel his bush tickling against my ass. He moved slowly in and out that for awhile, then he started to pound me with more force. He leaned forward and stretched his body out, pinning my legs against me so the he could kiss me while fucking me, never breaking his rhythm. This position let him go deep, and each time he pushed travesti istanbul all the way inside it made me moan. After we fucked like that for a long time, he pulled out. “Flip over,” he said. His voice was so deep and masculine and sexy. I did as he said and got on all fours. He immediately stuck his cock back all the way inside, which made me yelp. He held onto my hips and started pounding me fast and hard, smacking his body against my ass again and again and again. With each hit, I grunted louder until I was shouting like an animal. I’m sure the neighbors could hear. He plowed into me hard and deep. Then he let out a loud shout and unloaded inside me. “I’m breeding you! Fuck! I’m breeding you!” he shouted. “Fuck!” he shouted with each squirt of his cum inside me. “Fuck!” Then he pulled out and collapsed on the bed, breathing hard for a few moments. “Fuck,” he sighed. I lay down next to him, and he turned his head so that he could kiss me. “I love your ass SO MUCH,” he said. He took my head gently in his hands and kissed me more. “And I love kissing you,” he added. We turned to face each other and made out, our bodies intertwining, naked flesh on naked flesh. His cock was still hard and pressed against my belly, a little wet and sticky, and my hard cock pressed against him. He reached down between our bodies and held my cock, which was rubbing pre-cum on his stomach. He lifted his hand up, spit in it, and then started to stroke my cock with spit as lube. “I wanna see you cum, prof.” His hand felt good. With his mouth on mine and his body against my body, it didn’t take long before I could feel the cum building in my balls. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, and he sped up his hand just enough to push me over the edge. I squirted a huge load, seven or eight shots, that landed between us, covering our bellies. He took his hand off and kept kissing me and rubbing his body against mine so that the wet cum spread everywhere. He stopped after awhile and just looked happily into my eyes. “We messy,” he said. I nodded assent. “Shower?” he asked. I nodded again. He climbed out of bed and took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I looked at my belly and saw that I had cum everywhere, in my pubes, all over my stomach. I looked at Damion and saw that my white cum looked kind of frothy against his brown skin where we had ground together. I turned on the shower and tested to see that it was warm. I stepped in first, then Damion followed. I took soap and carefully rubbed it over his body, his chest, his stomach, and down to his cock and balls. He was still very hard. I soaped up his cock and pulled on it a few times and Damion shuddered. I wanted to taste him, so I carefully rinsed all the soap away then got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. The water from the shower pounded down on my head, creating a strange sensation as I sucked him, like we were out having sex outside in the warm rain. Damion sighed and steadied himself with a hand against the wall. His knees bent as I swallowed him whole. I used both my hand and my mouth to stroke him for a few minutes, then I took my hand away and deep throated him a few times until I gagged. Then I went back to stroking him with hand and mouth. Considering that he had just cum, it wasn’t long before he told me he was going to cum again. “I’m gonna nut, prof. I’m gonna nut.” Suddenly, his knees buckled, and he squirted in my mouth. I pulled far enough out so that it landed on my tongue instead of going straight down my throat. I wanted to taste him. I swished his cum around in my mouth for a moment so that I could savor his flavor before I swallowed. I stood up and he hugged me and kissed me. “I taste my cum,” he said then kissed me again. We paused, and I grabbed the soap to wash my own body. Damion watched me, smiling slightly. “What are you looking at?” I asked. “You,” he said. “You sexy.” I asked him if he was done, and we both rinsed off, then I switched off the water. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to rub him down. When he was dry, I took a towel and started to dry myself, but Damion took it and dried me. I hung the towels back up, and we headed back to the bedroom. We climbed back into the bed and lay facing one another. Damion ran his hand across my chest, running his fingers through the small fuzz of hair that I had between my nipples. He ran his hand down my stomach and down the light treasure trail that led to my bush. He gently ran his fingers along my arms, tracing the muscles. Then he reached down and took my hand in his and squeezed it. He looked into my eyes and smiled. “Thank you,” he said. “For what?” I asked. “You know,” he said. “Thank YOU,” I responded. He leaned in and kissed me, and we kissed for awhile then scooted our bodies closer together so that we could hug. We just lay their holding one another for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of body against body. I pulled the covers up over us, then wrapped myself back into Damion’s arms. I think that Damion fell asleep, even though it was still very early. I started to drift off myself, until I heard the ping that meant I had a new message. I extracted myself from Damion’s arms and climbed over him and out of bed. I went out to the kitchen, where I’d left my phone to check who had messaged me. It was from Nathan. “You home? I’m coming over,” he wrote.

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