The Logical Progression

by Joey I had the biggest crush on my college proffessor. It was almost ridiculous. Proffessor Speedman was just about the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. He was in his late thirties, but looked about his late twenties. He was extremely charismatic, the kind of teacher every student likes because they treat you like a human being instead of a wall that they're paid to talk to. He got at least one good laugh a lecture, and plenty giggles along the way. Especially from me. I would stay after lectures and classes to ask questions and I eventually became what we all figured was his "teacher's pet". One day after class Proffessor Speedman and I were talking idlely, he had the rest of the day off, and it was my last class for the day, and we had grown accustomed to having a conversation after class. I casually told him that I was job hunting, because my current job wasn't paying enough for my expenses. His face lit up. "No joke? I've been looking for a personal assistant at home. I've been run off my feet since my divorce, and with work and my guest lectures and things like that, I need someone to take care of my apartment and to run errands etc." he said. "Awesome! I'll take it when do I start?" Prof. Speedman's apartment was amazing. It was more like a house to me, compared to my small two room affair down town. He (or his ex-wife) had quite an eye. It had a whole room just for a foyer! My bedroom, lounge room, study and kitchen are all in the same room! I shouldn't have been too suprised. He worked full time and I was just a college student. Anyway, I settled into the job, and quite liked it. I cleaned, I paid bills, did some filing. Before long it was taking away from my other job. I told him I was worried and we arranged to sit down and talk about it. I cooked dinner and when he got home we sat down to eat it and talk. "First of all, call me Blair. I'm only Prof. Speedman in class. You get sick of it. Okay, now what's on your mind?" he said, popping a fork of carbonara into his mouth. "Well, I'm trying to get everything done here, but it's taking away time from my other job, and I can't afford to lose one, because my rent's gone up." I said matter-of-factly. I didn't want to seem like I was hinting at anything, or asking for anything. "Hmm. What's your apartment like?" "Apartment? I'd call it a closet" I proceeded to describe my apartment to him. "You pay that much for it? That's ridiculous!" "Tell me about it" "Let me make you a proposal. My ex turned the study into a bedroom when we started having problems. You can have it. Live here. I'll take a little out of your pay as board and the rest you keep." I almost spat out my carbonara! "That would be great, thanks!" "I'll give you to Friday to move in. Don't feel the need to rush." "Ok!" I loved living at Blair's. He was so burned out from work that went he went to bed, he could sleep through a hurricane. If I couldn't sleep I would sometimes open his door and watch him sleep. He was absolutely delicious. He would sleep in a pair of boxer shorts, and the sheet would often be kicked off down to his waist. He had a nicely toned torso, those delightful ones that aren't excessively muscley, but you know they take care of themselves. It was peppered with dark hair, just enough but not too much. His jett black hair was cut into a short messily spiked cut, and because his hair was so dark, it didn't matter how much he shaved, he always had a five o'clock shadow. We got much closer as the weeks passed. No matter how tired he was when he got home, we would always talk for at least an hour or two. Then he would do last minute preparation for the next day, and then he'd say goodnight and crash. Im continued to clean and pay bills, and run errands. One day I found the laundry bag with a note pinned to it. "Joey: The laundry bill was getting a little unreasonable. Would you mind so much if you could do it from now on? Just leave it if its a problem, or you have no time. Always, Blair" As if it was a problem! I took it down to the laundry in the basement. Nobody ever used it during the day because practically no-one was home. I started sorting the dirty clothes. His gym clothes were on the top. I sucked in a deep breathe, the smell of his sweat was absolutely intoxicating. I sorted out a few more items and then I pulled out a pair of his underpants. They were bikini type briefs. I was so turned on all of a sudden. I quickly shoved them into my pocket, and continued with the washing. When I got back to the apartment, I was to the bathroom. I turned on the light and examined the briefs. The were small faint whiteish stains in the front of them. I smiled. I quickly threw off my clothes and slipped them on. Blair was a quite a solid buff guy but they fit me perfectly. I guess I wasn't that out of shape afterall. I always thought myself a little gangly. They were firm around my cock and balls. I rubbed myself through the cotton. I was almost instantly rock hard. I looked up to look at myself in the mirror. I jumped when I saw Blair there watching me from the door. He smiled "It's okay." He walked over and sidled up close to my back. He reached his arms around and rubbed my pec and abs. I gasped with anticipation. "Logically, this is then next step in our relationship, wouldn't you think?" he said cooly. "I thought you'd never ask." I said. "They're mine, aren't they?" He asked, nodding at the briefs I had on. "Yes. I couldn't resist" "Did you see the stains?" He reached down with one hand and he gently poked his finger tips through the elastic waist, rubbing the top of my pubes. I nodded. "They are from when I watch you sleep in the mornings before I leave," I let out a short breathy chuckle. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder. He turned his head and we kissed passionately. He let go and I turned around, pushing my body into his his, his thick strong arms wrapped around my shoulders. We came up for air and his arms dropped down to my ass. After a quick squeeze he heaved me up and sat me on the counter. I put my arms down to steady myself as he pushed my legs apart and knelt down. With a huge strong hand on each thigh, he pushed his mouth and nose towards my cotton covered package. Began licking and sucking the cotton pouch, my cock and balls slowly getting wet from his saliva and twitching with sensitivity. His hand reached around my waist and grasped the waistband. While stick working on my growing bulge, he gave a quick tug and snapped the band just above my ass. He pulled it and as it tore, it slipped past my ass and under me, until it was at the top of my thighs. He gave it another tug and the pouch tore straight up to the waist band, and my liberated cock flew up to attention. I grunted with ecstasy! Soon, his nose was buried in my pubic hair, my cock had disappeared into his mouth. My hands quickly found his head and gripped his dark, glistening hair and pulled him into me, enthralled by the face fucking he was giving me. I humped my hips, jamming my dick as far as I could down his throat. His hands wandered back around to my ass and pulled at my cheeks. Then he stuck a finger from each hand into my ass hole, and I almost jumped off the counter! With my cock in his mouth and his fingers up my ass I thought my head would explode. My body started to shake and I clenched my teeth. My cock blew load after load of my cum into Blair's mouth. He slowed down, and without swallowing, stood up. He leaned in and we kissed, my cum coating our tongues and the manly aroma intoxicating our sense. We were so madly in love that nothing else existed at that moment. We were each other and no one elses from this moment on. I was gathering my strength for our next bout, and he carried me to the bed room, holding me from under my ass while I clasped to his shoulded. Entering the bedroom, I made him put me down. Passion had over taken me now, and I all I wanted was him. I grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the bed. I straddled him, and pushing his jacket away from his shoulders, I tore at his shirt. I managed to get it up to his neck, under his pits. His beautiful, hairy chest greeted me, and I dove into it. I licked and sucked and nibbled at his rock hard nipples, taking in the aroma of cologne and sweat, lapping at his pecs and abs like an excited puppy. I worked down, following his thick treasure trail, but was stopped by his belt. I flicked the buckle and ripped at the button, and before long I was biting and licking at a pair of briefs like the ones he tore off of me. I wasn't playing games and immediately tore at the elastice and ripped away the pouch, exposing his huge, leaking member and heavy round balls I plunged that cock into my drooling mouth, at the same time my hands slid down the legs of his trousers, following the chiseled curve of his thighs. I gulped up his sweaty balls into my mouth, and worked further between his legs. He turned over and got onto his knees. I pulled apart his ass cheeks and forced my tongue into his tight pucker. I licked and lapped and tongue fucked his ass with total abandon. I reached between his legs and began to masturbate his throbbing cock. "Fuck me, Joey, I'm ready" I didn't need anymore encouragement. I edged in my purple tip, and slowly eased in the rest. I gave a few small, soft pumps, and then began banging it in and out of his hole. My ball sack swung and slapped against his sack, my hand explored the sharp curves of his back and neck. He moan and groaned and screamed with passion and delight. I fucked and fucked and fucked until that familiar sensation took over. I came into his rosy ass and with a seconds thought was back on my knees licking out my cum. He rolled back over on his back, and I straddle him once more. I tore the collar of his t-shirt and kissed him quickly. I moved back and guided his red throbbing dick into my ass hole. I sat down on his cock and threw my head back with a throaty groan of pleasure. His hands went to my nipples, playing with and squeezing them. I bounced up and down, humping him with all my might, trying to force as much into me as I possible could, his huge fat cock massaging my insides. He began to groan and grunt and his beautiful juices erupted into me. I'd never felt such pleasure and satisfaction! I leaned forward and with his cock still in my hole, I kissed him again. I lifted up and turned around, and he began to lick his cum out of my ass. I leaned forward and suck and licked all the cum I could off of his cock, my tongue flickering in his piss slit. We embraced and kissed once more and fell asleep in each other arms. I woke up, and watched him sleep. It was Saturday, he had a day off. I watched his masculine, chiseled face, square jaw line, black, ruffled hair, his hot stubble and his kissable lips. His eyes opened and loooked into mine. He smiled. "I guess I know why you got a divorce." He giggled. "It wasn't in the cards" he said knowingly. "There's only one person for me know" I smiled and snuggled in closer.