Author, Author Pt.3

The book tour culminated in a month long guest lectureship at a prestigious liberal arts college in Sonoma County, California. After three weeks of fending off gay men, I was glad for the reprieve.

It was a small progressive institution with a highly respected creative writing program. My only responsibilities were to teach a seminar of eight students. The seminar met three times a week for two hours and a one hour personal tutorship with each student weekly. The writing assignments were rigorous and required careful assessments by me. For all this, I was being generously compensated with a ridiculous pile of money. Of course, housing was provided and rental car as well. All in all, a very sweet deal.

People imagine that being an author is a lucrative profession but most writers have to augment their income with teaching positions. I was fortunate to have sold the movie rights for two of my books but that income stream could not be counted on. For the security I needed, teaching was my best option. I was hoping this guest lectureship might provide me entree into the good life behind ivy walls where I could continue to publish as well as teach.

The campus was beautiful in a manner quite apart from your average beautiful campus. It was cradled in an arbored valley between the grassy hills of wine country just east of Santa Rosa and west of Napa Valley. The breeze was redolent of flowers and meadows. The architecture was Spanish Deco, a mix of traditional and modern chic. It was enchanting. I blame that enchantment for my being a few minutes late for my first session. When I finally arrived, seven eager faces awaited me around a deeply burnished oak table that took up half the cozy room. I apologized profusely and settled in to hear each student introduce themself. We were just finishing when the eighth and final student came bursting through the door. The embarrassed student quickly took a seat and extracted a laptop from his backpack.

"Sorry. Sorry," he stammered. "Really, I am so excited about this seminar. I meant to be early, but ..."

"Well, we had just finished introductions so why don't you tell me your name, hometown, and ambitions.


"Okay, I'm Lief Svenson from Hibbings, Minnesota and I hope to write literary fiction ..." he demurely added, "like you."

"Well, Lief, if you take this seminar seriously, you will arrive on time. That's important because your fellow writers already know something you don't..." Lief squirmed slightly as his pale Norse skin edged toward red. "... that I was also late." Laughter diffused the tension and Lief relaxed. "Hibbings? Do you know any Zimmermans?"

Lief gave a wry smile at my reference to Hibbings's favorite son, Bob Dylan. "I only get that question from people of a "certain" age. Most Gen Zs ask if I know any Eriksons."

"Okay, I find your reference to my age slightly offensive. On the other hand, I'm flattered that you consider my novels Literary Fiction so it's a wash." I sensed I was going to like this delinquent budding writer. I turned to the rest of the class. "Now let's get to work."

While I readily confess to having been swept into a lusty froth by several provocative men, I had never been attracted to a man at first sight. Until now, that is. At first glance I wondered if Lief was male or female. Slight of build, he was probably no taller than five foot six, with a torso of no particular definition. There was a swell to his hips, however, and I glimpsed a fullness in the seat of his jeans. His blond hair was shaggy with sweeping bangs that almost concealed his eyes, which would be a shame. They were pale blue and highlighted by the perfect arc of his eyebrows and the translucent sheen of his lids. Lief's skin was alabaster without the vaguest hint of a beard. Prominent cheekbones had a healthy rosy hue and his full, shimmering lips were tinted a feint pink. There was an androgynous quality to him that was enigmatically beautiful. Lief Svenson might well have been Liv Ullmann.

Over the course of the seminar each student was required to write a 30-page short story. In preparation for the first session, they had been tasked with providing me with descriptions of the main characters and a preliminary plot summary. As the session came to an end, I said "Please drop-off your assignments as you leave and I will see you on Wednesday."

An awkward silence ensued, then one of them informed me that the essays had been posted to the seminar's website. Now the awkward silence was mine. I cut a glance to Lief and said "This is what you get when dealing with a man of a 'certain' age."

As they laughed and began shuffling out, Lief stayed behind. "Let me help you find the seminar site," he offered.

With that, he took control of my laptop and started navigating his way to the site. I watched over his shoulder as his graceful fingers flashed across my keyboard. So close to him, I was arrested by a beguiling earthiness wafting off his nape. My mind began to fantasize and I was consumed with the impulse to nuzzle his neck. I breathed his musk deeply and, being so close to his ear, Lief must have heard. He looked up with a sheepish wince.

"Sorry," he said.

"About what?"

"I know I give off an odor."

"Don't apologize. It's not offensive. Just the opposite, in fact. What is it?"

"It's me," he shrugged. "Pheromones, I guess. I shower twice a day but it just comes back. It causes problems but what can I do?" His eyes were lucent pools -- deep, sensuous, promising. "Here on campus people are mostly cool but out in the real world ..."

"What happens in the real world?"

"Like ... I went to Santa Rosa with a couple of friends, both female, to catch a movie. I got pulled over. The cop was one of those closeted homophobes hiding behind a badge. When he got a whiff of me he was enraged by his arousal. That's how it goes with assholes like him. Cognitive dissonance over their unresolved sexuality makes them crazy. Anyway, he pulled me out, slammed me against the hood and started to frisk me. But it was more molestation than police procedure. He even thrust his crotch against my ass while patting down my arms. That only brought his nose closer to me and he got a bigger whiff and that sent him over the edge. My friends had their phones out and were videoing the whole thing. It's all on TikTok. He was visibly aroused when he patted down my legs. Or groped me, is closer to the truth. His hard-on was actually tenting his pants. If my friends weren't videoing and yelling at him, he would have either raped me or beat my brains out right there in public. It's a problem that soap and water can't wash away."

I was stunned by his story but my own erection attested to its truth. I was inclined to ask his sexual preference but knew that would be wildly inappropriate. Instead I said, "That would make a hell of a story to write about."

"Oh god, I'm not ready to write anything that personal ..." Then he added with a wink, "... even though I do occasionally write some pretty erotic stuff."

I laughed. "I'd bet every writer has a folder filled with that sort of thing."

"Ooh? You, too? We should swap some stories!"

"I'm pretty sure that could get me fired."

"Well, maybe someday. Anyway, I've got the seminar site bookmarked, so just click here and you're in."

Lief left me in his lingering fragrance. I gathered my computer and papers, then rushed back to my apartment to masturbate before my imaginings disappeared.

Ejaculating swept the prurient cobwebs from my mind so I began to read the writing assignments. They were what you would expect from such a selective institution, ranging from very good to excellent. Lief's was unquestionably the best. His characters were vivid yet flawed. His outline demonstrated pace and tension where actions met with consequences. Still, like the others, it was just a good start.

As the weeks went by, the seminar progressed better than I had anticipated, mostly because I learned as much about being an instructor as they did about being writers. The students shared their work each session and we collectively developed a very collegial dynamic of balancing encouragement with critique. That burnished oak table became a sanctuary where we challenged and nurtured each other.

Secondary to my objective of mentoring young talent was my determination to maintain a professional distance from Lief and his entrancing ambrosia. During the seminars it was as easy as keeping an expanse of burnished oak between us. Lief sensed my discomfort and always sat as far as possible. But that distance was impractical during our one-on-one sessions. Then, we sat an arm's length apart with just the barrier of our separate computers corralling my impulses. This allowed me to maintain my concentration around Lief, however, I still scurried back to my place to choke the old chicken.

Weekends were my opportunity to explore wine country. One Saturday after visiting the tasting rooms of four separate vineyards, I got back to town pleasantly buzzed but wanting more. It was ten-thirty so I dropped into a bar just off campus. Even though the place was hopping, I managed to squeeze onto a stool at the bar. With a bottle of craft beer in hand, I made a survey of the place. Two of my students were sitting at a crowded table off to the side and I spotted Lief rocking the dance floor surrounded by a coterie of three comely coeds. As lovely as the young women were, Lief shone above the others.

He wore white cuffed shorts and a salmon colored tank top. The shorts revealed shapely legs as smooth and agile as a Rockette's, and the fabric was taut around the roundness of his ass. Lief was a great dancer, and no matter what step his feet might take, his hips undulated with bawdy insinuation. He was sexy as hell and didn't care who knew it. Fascination had me by the balls.

I was into my third beer when Lief noticed me. He waved excitedly then excused himself from his friends and wound his way across the bar. "Professor," he teased, "it's great to see you out and about on a Saturday night."

"I should probably be in bed. I've been prowling through Napa all day and am definitely over-imbibed."

"Oh boy! The hottest faculty member on campus with his inhibitions drowned beneath the fruit of Bacchus. I'm glad I get to witness it."

Framed by lips glistening with a raspberry gloss, his smile was electric and his pheromonal musk became even more intoxicating when mixed with perspiration. Ardor fired within my loins and I realized the hazard presented by the combination of alcohol and Lief's proximity. I raised a halting hand.

"You are a caution, my friend," I said with slurred speech, "and you vex my roguish nature."

"Do you always flirt in pentameter?"

Alarm bells were sounding in my mind as I laughed. "Please don't encourage my bad pentameter." I waved to the bartender for my tab. "Now I better be off before I disgrace myself further."

Lief sighed as he let his eyes linger with mine. "Okay. I'm sorry. I don't mean to tease but ... I'm aware of the effect I have on you and it makes me ... well ... feel thwarted, I guess." Then he shimmied his shoulders to the beat of the music, turned, and danced his way back to his friends, his ass swaying coquettishly.

Thwarted, he said. Unfulfilled? Frustrated? Did he desire me, too? I glanced back as I was leaving. I caught Lief's eye and he winked.

The image of his dancing visited my dreams often and I, too, felt thwarted as the seminar came to a close. With the sessions completed, my last tutorial on my final day was with Lief. The hour went quickly as we reviewed the beginnings of a novel.

"What you have here," I counseled as I closed my laptop, "is more than a good start. It's a great start. I can't wait to rush out to buy a copy of the sensational first novel by a major young writer."

Those porcelain cheeks blushed. "Thanks, Marc. You've been great. I've learned so much."

"So what's next? Graduation next month, of course, then waiting tables as you pound out the rest of your book?"

"God no. I've got my own side gig going."

"What is it?"

"Remember how I joked that we should swap erotic stories? I publish them. They're just schlock. I pound them out in a couple of hours and never look at them again before posting. Never re-write. Never edit."

"But your work is always so polished."

"The stuff I turn in to you? Oh hell yes. But I post this other stuff under a pseudonym so I don't invest the effort. It's just a hoot I do along with some personal modeling."

"And you make money off this side gig?"

"Yeah. It's a subscription website. Wanna see it?"

"Sure."

Lief opened his bookmarks and clicked an icon. "I keep the subscription price low, only a two-ninety-nine a month, but I've got over 5,000 subscribers and the numbers keep growing."

"Really? Wow. That's a healthy income."

"Gotta strike while the iron is hot." His page burst onto the screen. "My modeling is what brings eyes to the site and beauty is fleeting."

The site's banner was an image of Lief. He was naked, lying prostrate upon a bed. He faced the camera with twinkling eyes and a lascivious grin. The flawless curve of his ass was raised with his legs slightly spread in a "come take me" pose. As I sat awash in Lief's pheromonal musk, gazing upon the most tantalizing photo of a man I had ever seen, I squirmed to accommodate my burgeoning hard-on and shot a glance toward the door. I was relieved to see it was closed.

"Lief, this is totally inappropriate!"

"Why? Technically, I'm no longer your student so the rules don't apply anymore. But I didn't mean to embarrass you."

He started to close his laptop but my hand shot up to stop him. "I was startled, not embarrassed." My eyes couldn't look away from the screen.

"I'm glad. I like my body and I like to show it off." He watched as I leered at his naked form and was pleased by the effect he had on me. "But there's more to the site."

He scrolled down to where a score of story titles were scattered among more photos of Lief in various poses modeling thongs, bikini briefs, and jock straps. Frontal shots revealed his sleek torso, flaring hips, and the outline of a prominent cock. Rear shots featured flawless globes of flesh accentuated by plunging thong straps, or silky hip-huggers straining to enclose his mouth-watering cheeks.

"See? You can click on any story or ..." Lief scrolled down further to pics of him posing in artful yet provocative ways, "... you can browse the photo arcade. You're an athlete so maybe you'll like this one."

With a tap of the mousepad we flashed to a photo of himself descending a staircase in a Golden State Warriors basketball jersey and white thigh-high stockings. I was agog. He was at the top of the stairs staring straight into the camera with a seductive smile on his face. The jersey barely covered his hips and his dangling cockhead was clearly visible.

Before I could fully register what my eyes were beholding, the image changed to him halfway down the stairs with the jersey hem revealing a shadowed glimpse of more of what lay beneath.

Next, the image changed to Lief atop the bottom stair with his image taking up the entire frame. One hand held the jersey low while the other raised it enough so his sex was fully on display. His flaccid, cut phallus hung several inches long with a smooth, hairless ball sack behind. His lips were an opalescent rose and his smile was a knowing smirk of erotic capture.

Next, he was turned to the wall with his butt thrust back testing the stretch of the jersey fabric and the hem of the stockings further pursing his bodacious tush.

Next, he had the hem lifted and the full contour of his unblemished ass was exposed to the viewers ogling eyes.

Next, he was looking coyly over his shoulder as he started up the steps with both pearly lobes revealed and a hint of his rosebud winking to the camera. A curled index finger gave the 'follow me' sign.

Next, were a series of shots of him climbing the stairs, stepping one foot in front of the other so that first one glorious cheek bulged outward, then the other.

At the top of the staircase, he was paused before disappearing around a corner, offering one last glimpse of his delectable tush and waving the viewer to join him.

"So, what do you think?"

I was transfixed by the images. I had never seen such a beautiful man on display for my prurient pleasure. It sent a shiver through my entire body. I looked over at Lief and wanted to pounce and cover every inch of him with sloppy kisses. I was besotted and confessed the truth. "I think you are the most beguiling man I've ever met. The photos are tasteful yet shockingly sensual."

"Really? Good, because I'm hoping you'll help me add a short film to the site."

At this point I would do almost anything Lief asked but ... "Lief, I'm not going to do a porno, if that's what you mean."

"No, God no. Something artful yet subversively erotic." Confusion was evident on my face so he added, "Here. Let me give you an idea of what I mean." He clicked another icon.

An image of him from naval to thigh appeared clad only in silver bikini briefs. A woman's hand came into frame and poured baby oil generously over the fabric turning it translucent. The contour of his cock came clearly into view, the shape of its crown glistening and plump. The hand started to caress its form with beads of oil bubbling beneath her fingers. The cock stiffened and grew as she massaged the tender tissue. In the distance, the man -- Lief -- could be heard moaning. The spreading flesh strained upward, first pressing against the garment's waistband, then bursting above. Delicate fingers teased the slick flesh, circling the plump crown and playing with the cumhole. Her thumb was manicured and ruby-red as it thrummed over the sensitive frenulum causing the penis to quiver and the man to gasp. Then she lifted the hem and guided the cock back beneath the slick fabric. The female hand continued to masturbate the cock through the glistening silk.

I was mesmerized at the sight and made no attempt to stop Lief's hand as it lit upon my thigh. "See, the thing is the two people are disembodied, lending a sense of the ephemeral."

Gentle fingers traced circles ascending my thigh. "Making the effect even more tactile, sensual."

My breath trembled as Lief explored the length of my painfully confined erection. "The viewer is transported into the frame with ease, imagining that it is him being stroked by the graceful hand of everywoman."

The image started to squirm and the cock quiver under the woman's taunting ministrations. Lief's hand cupped my manhood and stroked it in unison to the images. "That's what I mean by subversively erotic." Lief withdrew his hand. "By the way, I can tell you have a very nice cock but we don't want to get too carried away here in a classroom."

I felt rejected yet relieved as my concentration turned fully to the screen. The man could be heard panting as his engorged penis throbbed within the woman's insistent stroking. Then the entire torso shuddered and, beneath the viscous sheen of the panties, a thick pool spurted from the cockhead, again and again. The puddle swelled and spread. When the torso calmed, the hand lovingly patted the softening organ, then retreated from sight.

"So, what do you think? Your face would never appear. You would be totally unidentifiable. But, this time, I would be fully in frame. Are you up for it? Will you help me?" He closed his laptop and looked to me with pleading eyes.

Maybe I was letting my dick do my thinking but I said yes. He actually clapped with glee. "Oh boy! We're gonna have such a good time. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Then, with a quick kiss on my flushed cheek, he was gone. I sat in dismayed silence wondering what I had just agreed to and when my erection might subside enough for me to leave the room.

I arrived at Lief's condo a little past noon the next day. He greeted me wearing a puce silk kimono that barely reached his thighs. He was glowing with enthusiasm. "I've got everything set up and ready." He started leading me upstairs.

"I think I've seen these stairs before," I teased to ease my tension.

He turned on the first step. "Yes you have. And as you follow me up, you'll have the same view."

With him one step higher, we stood eye-to-eye. Those full lips were pink with gloss and and his blue eyes accentuated by bold eyeliner with a cat's eye swoosh at the corner. Sexual excitement must have stimulated his pheromones because I was engulfed in a fog of desire. Lief was bewitching. He added, "I really haven't said how glad I am to be doing this with you. From the moment I walked into your seminar, I've wanted to be with you."

"And I was smitten with you at first sight."

Lief's arms circled my neck and he slowly pulled me in saying, "I know."

His kisses were light and delicate then his tongue pressed past my lips and flitted against mine as he moaned into my mouth. I wrapped him in my arms and gently groped his luscious ass through the silky fabric. I felt his cock harden against my stomach.

When he finally broke the kiss, we spent a long moment gazing deeply, the limpid blue of his eyes making me want to kiss and hold him more. Instead, he smiled, turned, and started to climb. I was paralyzed watching a living replay of the video. Lief looked back as he hiked the hem to his waist.

"Follow me, Big Boy," he teased. "Did you read the scene breakdowns I sent?"

Ogling with every step, I managed to gasp "Yeah."

Lief reached the top and turned. His beautiful cock pressed open the folds of his robe in semi-chubb. "What do you think?"

My mouth watered at the sight as I neared. I knelt on the stair below him. "I'll do my best."

Leaning forward, I laid a juicy kiss on his crown as my hand winnowed under the robe and cupped his cock. My tongue made a wet circuit around the pillowy flesh. Lief gasped as his shaft hardened and grew, and my lips started to caress the cockhead. His fingers wove into my hair as he slowly thrust his shaft to the hilt past my lips and over my tongue. It tasted minty as if, after bathing, he toweled off with spearmint leaves. I luxuriated on Lief's manhood, slowly sucking it up and down, savoring every inch.

Reluctantly, Lief pulled me off. "Oooh," he purred, "you'll do just great." Hooking my chin, he raised me to my feet for a brief, deep kiss. Then said "It's showtime!" and he led me to his spare bedroom.

A twin-sized bed was positioned beneath a window. A paper-thin shade bathed the bedsheet in muted pale sunlight. Two cameras atop tripods were focused on the bed from different angles. Lief handed me a GoPro mounted on a headband for a third camera view.

"Everything's set up, ready to go," he said while casting off the robe. He looked scrumptious, this pale gorgeous man who wafted sex and desire. My impulse was to say to hell with the script, throw him atop the mattress and devour him. Lief read my thoughts. "Later. We've got a job to do, then we can frolic." He added with a wink, "That is if you still have it in you."

He lay prostrate across the sheet with a pillow under his hips to offer a little elevation. "You can check the monitors there," he pointed to three screens set up on a table, "to make sure your face is not in the shot. Remember, I'm the only moaner in this movie so try not to make any sound. Now get that beautiful bod naked." I shed my shirt in an instant. He checked the monitors as he adjusted his position, clicked a remote, and said, "Action."

I positioned myself at his feet and just took in the sight. The sunlight gave his pale Scandinavian flesh a golden hue. Lief's curvaceous legs were spread revealing his stiff dick stretched out across the mattress pointing toward his feet, with the scrotum and perineum rising above. Then there was his ass with its round fleshy orbs and alluring cleft that concealed the portal to forbidden bliss. Further above, the flawless skin of his back lead to the blond shag of hair with his face cast toward the camera at his side.

From the corner of my eye, I could see my fingers in the monitor as they grazed Lief's thigh in circles making a slow ascent towards his right cheek. The leg quivered under my tickling hand and I heard his gasps quake.

My disembodied hand reached Lief's right ass cheek and lightly explored the unblemished flesh. I squeezed and gathered a handful of pliant, soft, golden tissue, jostling it enough that the other cheek jiggled, too.

My other hand appeared and massaged the other cheek, plumping it, kneading it, caressing it deeply. With a handful in each hand, I spread Lief's ass. The GoPro on my forehead displayed the puckered edges of his rosebud, pink and tantalizing, waiting to be stroked. My every fiber desired that portal and I grappled over the impulse to kiss and lick it.

With one hand, I retrieved a bottle as the other held the treasure opened wide. I squeezed out a thin stream of baby oil that flowed down the crease and pooled in the pleated furrow of his hole. The viscous cold made Lief jolt. I heard his breath catch.

The bottle abandoned, my fingertip began to tease the glistening flesh of his rosebud, stroking the edges, tickling the opening. It gaped and closed under my ministration. Lief moaned deliriously and his hips writhed. My oily finger tested its seal. I spread the cleft wider revealing a deeper pink of Lief's inner sheath. Gently, my finger probed. Lief's hips rose to meet my probing. The digit pressed past and entered to the knuckle at a glacial pace. The monitor showed Lief's rosy lips gape and his breath come in heaving gasps. His hand clutched the sheet in rapture.

One finger, then two explored his depths. Lief accepted them gratefully as his fundament loosened. Then, with a pop, my fingers were gone. Lief whimpered but his breathing relaxed. My hand returned with a well-oiled silver butt-plug. Again I teased the rosebud. Again, He moaned ecstatically. Again, I worked his hole open until the plug was fully embedded. Again, Lief whimpered and relaxed.

A rivulet of oil had made a track down his perenium. My fingers followed it, stroking the tender flesh. The camera captured the tremors that ran up his spine. My finger tips traced back and forth, evoking more moans and gasps.

Further yet, my fingertips traveled over Lief's tight scrotum til they arrived at his stiff cock. With oiled ease, they caressed the shaft and circled the puffy head. Lief tried to lay inert but spasms of delight caused his ass cheeks to flinch and his breath to wheeze. With taunting lightness, my fingers stroked his shaft. When my thumb stroked the sensitive frenulum on the underside of his glans, a stream of gooey splooge trickled from his cumhole. Tiny shivers made his manhood dance. I continued to tease that flesh until a stain of precum spread across the sheets.

From within his elated groans, Lief whispered, "And cut."

Reluctantly, I sat back. Lief rolled on his side as he paused the video cameras with the clicker. With a dreamy smile on his face, he said "I think that went quite well."

With a frustrated laugh, I replied "I hope it was as fun for you ..."

Lief crawled over and rolled me atop the sheets as his hungry tongue plundered my mouth. I felt the sploogy sheets under my back but didn't care. Lief reached for my cock only to get a handful of Levi Strauss. "Damn, Marc, what are you still doing with your pants on?"

Hastily I shucked my jeans as Lief made quick adjustments to the cameras. Then, with another fleeting kiss, he anointed my resilient erection with baby oil before flinging himself across the mattress. His ass was perched upon the edge, his feet on the floor. Removing the butt plug, he spread his ass with both hands and presented his treasure to the camera and me.

How quickly my entire attitude about the anus has shifted. Three months ago, I had thought of it as disgusting, repellent. Now I was standing over Lief with his bodacious cheeks spread wide, marveling at his asshole and consumed with impulses to caress it, stroke it, even lick it. Granted, Lief's anus was exceptionally well maintained and washed as fastidiously as a surgical theater, still my obsession with plunging my phallus as deeply as possible into it and experiencing its sublime pleasure was the most bizarre paradox imaginable. Fortunately, that contradiction flashed through my mind in a nanosecond and was replaced by a marvelous fascination. I was enthralled with its allure.

Lief checked the monitors. "Action."

With bottle in hand, I let a rivulet of oil fall into the upper crease of his tush and creep downward. Setting the bottle aside, my throbbing cock entered the frame. Humility aside, I realized the beauty of my cock rivaled the splendor of Lief's ass.

With one hand, I guided it to Lief's luscious hole. There it lingered and made tiny circles around the puckered tissue causing my cumhole to thrum with deliriums of bliss. Lief stretched his cheeks wider. My crown caressed his inner flesh. It pressed forward. The sphincter resisted. Insistently, my cock demanded entrance as the fleshy crown flattened and flared against Lief's exposed nether region. Suddenly, the rosebud relented and my cocked burst in.

A pang registered on Lief's face as his mouth gaped and eyes winced. I watched the monitor until the moment of violation passed and acceptance spread across his features. I felt his body ease and only then did I press my phallus slowly deeper. His eyes grew cloudy. His mouth softly cooed.

I remembered to keep my head still as the GoPro captured the scene. Lief's sheath gradually admitted me into his lush, hot, cloying treasure. I knew my role was to remain silent but I wanted to sing out in rapturous glee. It was like nothing I had ever encountered or experienced. Lief was different. Exceptional. Miraculous. Divine. His inner sheath clenched my cock with exquisite tenderness, engulfing me with its own carnal hunger, demanding that I plunder its depths. I continued to press slowly until I was buried to the hilt. My loins flexed. I craned to reach deeper. Lief's bodacious ass plumped. His hands spread his cheeks wider beckoning me further. In harmony, we ached to attain ultimate union.

I paused. On the screen, Lief's face was flush with hot blood. His eyes were lost within a swoon of contentment. Gradually, his core relaxed. Clenching became swaddling. He looked into the camera lens and mouthed, "Fuck me."

A primeval urge took control. My cock retreated until only the glans remained inside, then plunged deep again. I savored every contour and millimeter of his vibrant sheath. It flexed and winnowed around my hardness, animated by an imperative all its own to devour my cock in a gluttony of lust. Lief's hands let go of his ass and pressed into the mattress above his shoulders, kneading, and clutching, and rubbing up and down, as if in an ecstatic dance of praise to the god of satyrs and sodomites. He mewled tones of exaltation to the heaven of the debauched and libertine. He beseeched my cock to carry him to the promised land of carnal rapture.

I fucked him long and slow, amazed that I had been chosen by a flawless, winsome naif half my age, enraptured by the sight of my engorged member thrusting again and again into such splendid flesh. I struggled to contain my groans and grunts of pleasure but felt proud that Lief was vocal enough for the two of us.

My pace quickened gradually as my passion overwhelmed my restraint. Lief accentuated my heaving with pressured gasps. His hand clenched into a fist and he gnawed on the knuckle. The camera behind us showed a thin drool of cum issue from his cock, stretch, and then snap off as my haunches flexed and pounded him.

Faster and deeper I plunged while leaning back to stay out of the frame. I clenched his hips to steady myself. My fingers probed his skin as his kegeling core undulated his tight sheath around my hard shaft. Suddenly, he reached back and snatched my hand to his mouth. I tumbled atop him with my face turned away from the lens as he sucked two fingers into his juicy mouth. I hunched his raised ass like a stallion into a brood mare. He spit out my fingers in heaving gasps. I raised myself to fuck faster, harder, deeper. Hot magma swelled my balls. The rear camera caught Lief's cock swell then burst with shot after shot of viscous cum. Orgasmic contractions around my cock caused me to thrust one final time and remain pressed, quivering and tight to that bounteous tush as my magma erupted into Lief's loving cloister.

Our breathing stilled. Looking into the camera, he winked and blew a kiss. That done, he whispered "Cut and scene."

I sank atop his back and laid kisses on his neck and cheek as he pulled my hand to his lips and kissed each finger. When my shriveling cock fell from his ass, I lay beside him. Immediately, he wrapped me in his arms and said, "Stellar performance, Professor. Kudos."

"Bravo, my beautiful ingenue. Bravo."

Then we spent a long time trading exhausted, fleeting kisses until I dozed.

The boing of an iMac booting up roused me. Lief was sitting before the screen in his kimono with wet hair, obviously showered.

"I was about to check for a pulse," he said. "You can shower across the hall. Towels and a robe are laid out for you."

"I was hoping we could lather each other up," I pouted.

The screen burst to life and Lief was instantly immersed in the images of our naked bodies in raucous amours. "Hurry. I'll have something to show you when you get back that will get us both in a lather."

When I returned, he had a chair waiting for me in front of the monitors. "You did great," he said. "I'm just playing with some effects so tell me what you think."

On the monitor were my fingertips teasing his thigh before caressing his ass. The resolution was amazing and his skin glowed in the amber light. My hand was in full relief but the flesh of my forearm appeared to dissolve as it approached the elbow, vanishing into a vague corporeal mist of light. At first, it was disappointing to my eye, like a schlocky 1950's movie effect meant to amaze but just come off as kitschy.

Suddenly, my perspective shifted. I saw a spectral limb reaching from another plane, a spiritual realm, as if craving the sensual stuff of flesh, the voluptuousness of the human ideal, the carnal possibility of creature pleasure. What I saw was an image of purity, a caress from beyond.

Lief asked, "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" I asked myself aloud. I took a long moment to wrap my head around the ethereal. "I think the gods are envious of the lushness of human existence and are driven by their desire to cheat the boundaries of the spiritual in order to experience human pleasure."

He looked at me with gracious eyes. "You get it."

His hand went to my cheek and drew me to his kiss. I felt the frisson of his alluring tongue, the felicity of his voluptuous lips, the nectar of his juicy mouth. My olfactory swam in the entrancing aroma of his pheromones. The robe I wore tented. His fingers glanced over my firmness before taking my hand. "Come with me," he cooed.

He led me to his bedroom. Satin sheets were cast back, awaiting. At the edge of his massive bed, he untied the belt of my garment and swept it from my shoulders. It fell in a heap. With one more kiss, his hands kneaded my pecs before toppling me atop the mattress. "Get in the middle and let me look at you."

I skated my body over the slick sheets and, never having posed for a man's attention before, splayed self-consciously propped upon one elbow. My erect manhood seemed ridiculous to me and I felt myself blush.

Lief smiled coyly as his own garment fell. His flawless body shone as if lit from within, and the beauty of his lips and eyes beguiled my heart and sent it aflutter. As his pale blue eyes surveyed my form, his flaccid cock swelled and rose. I watched in fascination as it hardened and throbbed.

"I've wanted this since the day we met."

"So have I."

"I know, Professor. I know."

A gaze locked between us as Lief began a slow crawl. Our lips met first, then our chests, and lastly our cocks as our arms engulfed each other. It was a slow, languid kiss which became soulful as his tongue found mine. His body danced as it pressed against my flesh, his hips skittering, his cock waltzing. Flittering fingertips traced down my ribs, my stomach, and stroked the hyper-sensate crease between crotch and hip, causing me to gasp and my erect phallus to jolt.

Our kiss was unbroken as we caressed cocks. A circuit formed between mouths and manhoods that thrummed with electric, carnal bliss. His touch was sensual and soft. It sought my hunger, found it and whetted my most lascivious desires. The soulfulness of his kiss permeated throughout my body. No one, not man nor woman, had ever incited such passion in me. I was transported upon rapturous currents that emanated from this marvelous man.

Then he bent and turned upside down. As he planted a dewy tongue atop my cockhead, his erect manhood presented itself to my lips. I kissed the pillowy flesh, quivering as his tongue made a sloppy circuit of mine. Lief's mouth was an exquisite organ of love that played arpeggios up and down the length of my shaft before slowly ingesting the shank until it was embedded in his throat. My moans vibrated against his own hardness.

We were unhurried in our mutual gratification. Lief was masterful. His lips and tongue swaddled my tender flesh knowingly, playfully, ardently. I was in a swoon, only remaining cognizant enough to reciprocate every titillation and thrill as best I could. I prayed I was half as magical as he was, that his cock felt nearly the exaltation as mine.

I wet my fingertips and began to massage his rosebud. A tremble shook his bodacious ass beneath my touch. More slobber and my finger probed his depths. His whimpers vibrated my manhood like the reeds of a bass bassoon. My finger teased his gland as my mouth teased his glans. I could sense passion mounting. I hungered for it.

With spasms that shook his loins, Lief erupted in my mouth. His cum was as light and savory as a confectioner's cream. It was slightly tart, yet luscious. It lay upon my tongue and coated my throat. I drank it as a parched man would thirst for cool water, wanting all of it, greedy for more.

Lief collapsed on the sheets. Finally, I let his waining hardness fall from my lips and reversed the orientation of my body. I took his head in my hands and laid it atop my chest as his breathing calmed.

Tired fingers continued to caress of cock. "I haven't forgotten you," Lief whispered.

"How could you with my hard-on in your hand?"

His laughter roused him and his lips rose to mine. "You seem to be perpetually aroused."

"That has more to do with you than it does me."

"What a sweet thing to say." His lips resumed their play with mine until, at long last, his tongue entered the game. It animated his lust and the heat of his kiss rose. Light as a breeze, his thigh skittered across the stomach and he straddled me. His tongue continued to scamper around mine as he reached behind and led my hardness to his eager hole.

"Shouldn't we get some lube?" I asked.

"I seldom seem to need it."

He leaned back. His weight poised atop my phallus until suddenly he opened and admitted my hardness into his velvety embouchure. Our lips parted as he winced. He laid his head on my shoulder. With deep, long breaths he sank at a glacial pace, engulfing me within his taut, voluptuous sheath. My breath trembled. Delirious joy coursed through me. He settled with my entirety ensconced deep inside his core. Our breathing synced within the pause as he loosened and accepted my girth.

He rose to arm's length over me and chuckled with whimsical eyes. Kegeling and clutching at my hardness, he began to gyrate his hips, toying with my cock. I could only wrack beneath him in tiny explosions of bliss. Sitting upright, he linked his fingers behind his head and began to hula dance atop me, his eyes beaming into mine, braggadocious, vaunting his total sexual command of me. I surrendered unabashedly, giving myself over to his divine ministration.

Quickly, I was enraptured. Swiftly, I was near to erupting. Abruptly, he stopped.

"Not so fast, Loverboy."

He reached for my arms and drew me to sit up. "Cross your legs behind me."

I did as instructed. He wrapped his legs around my waist and relaxed into the saddle of my lap. His arms circled tightly around my neck. My arms cradled his ass. Eye to eye, our hearts merged as we sat within this exquisite embrace until my ardor calmed.

I've never done yoga, never practiced tantric sex, so what happened next was utterly new to me.

Lief rose high on my cock with deliberate slowness, breathing in as his sheathe emptied of my cock. When only my crown remained within him, he paused for a heartbeat before slowly tracing back down my shaft, exhaling as I filled him. My breathing mimicked his as our rhythms synced. Up and down, he fucked me with exquisite slowness. Our breaths and heartbeats became one. His head fell atop my shoulders his lips left tender kisses along my nape.

He whispered "Feel the love" "Feel the manly bond" "Feel the gay ecstasy of soulful sodomy".

His cloying, taut ass undulated over every inch of my manhood in graceful strokes. There was no carnal abandon, no wanton mashing of bodies, only euphoria. We entered a rhapsodic trance. Sensation swelled in harmonic bliss. I was enchanted.

Through glazed eyes, I measured time as the afternoon light left lengthening shadows across the wall. He fucked me with such metronomic precision and so slowly that when my passion finally grew hot and rose from my balls we were both seized by seisms of mutual cathartic climax. I deposited cum deep within his bowel. He coated my stomach with his.

Exhausted, we released our embrace and collapsed onto the mattress in separate heaps. Slumber came over me like a heavy curtain. It was dark when I was roused by a warm washcloth cleaning the caked splooge from my stomach.

"We made a mess of each other," Lief said with a laugh as he cleaned my flaccid dick. "The gooey residue of man on man fuckery."

We smiled into each other's eyes before he added. "Let's round up your scattered cloths. It's time for you to pack up and go." I didn't protest. It was obvious that out time was over.

At the door, he handed me an envelope. I joked, "There better not be money in there. I am not a common harlot."

"No, there is nothing common about you, Professor. Just a note as well your lifetime subscription to the site along with an anonymous username and password."

We shared one last lingering kiss. It said all that there was to say. Then Lief sent me into the night.

Instead of returning to my apartment, I drove out of town and into the hills dotted by vineyards and copses of trees. I pulled over to stroll among the rows of budding grapes. Above, the sky was black and moonless, bedazzled by the billions of stars of the Milky Way. An abiding peace dwelt within me as I considered the amazing breadth of the universe, feeling drained and sated by the most remarkable man I had ever encountered, thinking, "Damn if that man can't fuck."