Professor Samuelson - Drew's Summer

"Oh! Drew," he looked right at me, seeing how I was dressed (or undressed as the case may be), he didn't ask what I was doing there; he knew. "I see you've met my husband."

I stood there, unable to speak, I didn't know what to say, what to do. I just stared at him. I'd heard rumours about Grant: that he was gay, that he slept with students (which all proved to be true) but not once did I hear a rumour that he was married. I think that I was in shock. I mean it's not like I didn't know he slept around, the sauna proved that. But this somehow felt like a setup. One that I needed to get out of and get out of there fast.

"I have to get out of here," I said to the air really, not speaking to Grant, who remained in the kitchen sipping the drink he'd made himself.

"Now, you don't have to be embarrassed," he finally said to me, placing his glass down on the counter. "We have an open relationship, clearly, and you're perfectly fine, there's really nothing to worry about."

He sounded so reasonable, so calm, honestly, it was scary (to me at least). I retreated into the bedroom, without saying another word, I grabbed my clothes. I didn't even put them on, just picked up what I could, and headed to the front door. I grabbed my shoes, threw open the door, and bolted out into the hall.

In the elevator I put my pants on, but I struggled with my shirt, eventually just holding it. The door opened onto the lobby, and I sat on a sofa to finish dressing. The security guard didn't bat an eye at a semi naked man in the lobby. As I pulled my clothes on, it was then that I realized I had only one sock. I bunched that one up and stuffed it in my pocket, put my shoes on over bare feet, and fled, it can only be called that.

I wandered out into the night.

I mean I'm not sure what had set me off so much. Grant and I certainly weren't a couple, we weren't dating, Cody and he clearly had an open relationship (or Grant was just a total sleaze - I preferred to think the former rather than the latter). I, honestly, think it was just the surprise of it all that set me off. I wandered onto and across the campus no destination in mind but my feet leading me back to my dorm. The sex with Cody, tonight, had been great, the sex with Grant, over the past months, had been phenomenal. He had opened my eyes to so much potential.

I wandered aimlessly until just as the sun was rising, I made it back to my dorm.

I was too amped up to sleep though. I stripped and put on some gym gear, grabbed my usual bag, and headed to the Rec Centre. It opened at 6 and I'd get here just around then.

I threw myself into weights. This early in the morning the place was deserted, and I wasn't familiar with the morning staff. By 7:00 the morning crowd began to trickle in, and I called it a day. I trooped into the locker room, stripped and headed right for the sauna. Empty, as expected. I sat in the heat, alone, for almost 10 minutes my mind replaying the evening: the sex with Cody, fucking him and being fucked by him. Beyond the recollection the fantasy started, as well: me between Grant and Cody, spit roasting Grant with Cody, Grant sucking me while I sucked Cody and on and on the combinations flew through my mind. My cock rose on its own, untouched, it bobbed in the air as I leaned back, my eyes closed recalling Cody's body on mine. But now, in my mind, Grant was in the room, watching us the whole time. The thought made my cock ache.

There was a blast of cold air as someone joined me in the sauna. I didn't open my eyes, nor did I cover my erection, I just sat in my memories and fantasies.

A mouth closed over my cock, and that caused me to open my eyes. I looked down and all I could see was the top of a head, thick ginger curls bobbing up and down on my cock. Despite having no idea who this was, I didn't try to stop him, instead I placed a hand on his head and pushed him further down onto my cock.

I think, at that moment, I needed the release more than anything else.

He pulled up and off my cock, looked up at me and I recognized the face - Rodney something or other, we'd had a few classes together.

"I hope you don't mind," he said and I simply pulled his head back onto my cock.

He was talented, he worked me hard. Mouth circling my head, tracing his tongue down my shaft. He licked and sucked my balls before returning to my cock, then rolled my nuts in his hands, while his mouth milked my cock.

I don't know if it was my mood, his mouth, my stress over Grant and Cody or any combination of those things but I didn't last long.

Rodney milked me expertly and my cock erupted without warning draining down his throat. He took every drop, licking his lips and the tip of my cock to get any missed droplets. He stood up and sat down on the bench beside me. His own cock, pale white skin surrounded by a mound of red bush stood up. It was a nice size.

"Thanks, I needed that," I said, just as the door opened and someone else came in. I grabbed my towel, looked over at Rodney, he made no move to cover his erection, just leaving it to bounce unattended at the moment. I left him there sitting on the bench, as the other man settled in. I showered and headed back to my dorm. I focused the rest of the day on finishing packing and cleaning my dorm. My best friend Lou drove up, the next morning, he drove a small van to pick me up and my stuff.

We had a nice ride back to my folks. Lou knew I was gay (not everyone in my family/friends circle did but I had come out to him over thanksgiving the year before) and he was cool with it. In fact, he often joked about me sucking his dick. We had been on the road for about an hour when he started up with his themed joke again.

"When are you finally gonna suck my cock?" he asked, "You know you want it, this big straight boy dick." He grabbed his crotch to emphasize my desired target.

"Whip it out, and I'll do it," I told him, and I don't know where that came from.

He looked over at me, a very serious look on his face, then he turned his eyes back to the road but one hand left the steering wheel, he tugged at his belt undoing it, he undid the top button of his jeans, he fumbled with the zipper and pulled a smallish cock out of his underwear. It looked like a little nub sitting atop a set of big balls, the whole package compressed by his sitting position and his jeans.

I looked at it, at him, down at his cock again and then back at his face. He kept his eyes straight ahead, not looking back at me.

"Are you sure?" I asked. His head gave a slight nod, but he said nothing. I shrugged and leaned down across the console and took his cock head into my mouth. I truly expected him to stop me, I thought maybe he'd balk at the last minute, and we'd laugh at the joke. Instead, he pushed his seat back to give me more room.

His cock began to grow in my mouth, and I was soon working with a solid six inches poking down my throat. I tugged more at his jeans and underwear, and he lifted his ass to let them slide down more. His cock grew longer in my mouth.

I fondled his balls and let a finger trail down between his legs, probing for his ass. He spread his legs as much as he could to give me access. He moaned and my fingers probed along his taint, my hand pressing his balls up and into his body, my mouth riding his cock.

Lou tried to arch up and fuck into my mouth, but the car seat and our position didn't give him much clearance to take that kind of control. I pulled off his cock, looked up at him.

"Pull over, we can move to the back and have a bit more room."

"Do you mind just finishing, you already have me close. We can swing by my place when we're home and explore this some more."

He looked at me, his brown eyes pleading, showing his need. I returned my mouth to his cock and within a minute he was blowing a load down my throat. I swallowed most of it but let some spill out onto my chin - I wanted him to see his load on me. I don't know why but it felt important for him to see what he'd given me.

He swerved the van when he came but was quickly back under control (thankfully the road was empty). I sat up, his cum on my chin.

"Well..." I said.

"Well..." he replied, looking at me, seeing his load on my chin. He lifted a hand, fingered up some of his cum and moved it to his mouth to lick it clean.

"I didn't know you were gay," I said to him, wiping the rest of his load off my chin and licking my fingers clean.

"I, honestly, don't know that I am but ever since you said that you were, I've been curious, I've wanted to know what it was like, how it felt, so I started joking with you, hoping you'd push my boundary."

"And what was different today?"

"I don't know, you said whip it out and I decided, in that moment, to do just that." He looked over a me.

"Do you regret it?" I asked, "Is this the end of our friendship?"

"I don't regret it, and I want to explore more. I want to feel your cock in my mouth, I want to fuck you and be fucked by you, there's so much I want to explore.

He stared over at me. "Do you think you'd want to do that with me?"

"I wouldn't have done that," I reached over and fondled his soft cock, looking very nubby again, "if I didn't want to do that."

"Will you jerk off for me? Here? Now?" he asked, almost shyly.

I opened my pants, pulled them down to my ankles and began to stroke, he kept steeling glances as he drove.

"You have a beautiful cock," he said as he watched me stroke myself.

I think I lasted about 20 miles (funny that's how I thought of it, not minutes, miles).

I finally couldn't hold it anymore and let myself cum. I caught most of it on my hand, in the crook between thumb and forefinger, not an easy feat when I wanted to shoot long. I pulled my hand up to my mouth and licked most of the load off my hand, then moved it over to his mouth. He lapped at the remaining cum. He was hard again. His cock standing proud under the steering wheel.

He reached across the console and fondled my cock, as it slowly softened, he pulled another drop of cum from the tip and licked his finger clean. He sighed contentedly.

We drove the remaining miles with our pants around our ankles, our cocks hard or semi hard the entire time, fondling and playing with each other. Further, more in depth play would wait until we were better situated.

At a stop light, a few blocks from my parent's house, we finally pulled our pants up, straightened as best we could. When we arrived, he helped me to unload everything into my room, then we had dinner with my folks before I told my mom that Lou and I were going out to see some friends. We headed straight to his apartment, and as soon the door closed behind us, we started to strip each other. Lou was already hard, precum pooled on the tip of his cock. Free now from the compression of the seat it was about 6.5 inches long, nicely thick and cut. His big balls made it look smaller, but honestly, I didn't care how big it was.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said as he pulled me into his arms.

"If it gets too much for you," I offered, "we can stop."

In answer he pulled my face to his and kissed me.

"Oh wow," he said breaking the kiss, "so different than kissing a woman. It feels harder, more aggressive somehow."

I smiled at him and pushed him back onto his sofa and knelt between his legs.

"Let me at this," I reached for his hard cock, already wet with precum.

I wrapped my lips around him and went down to the base. Grant, John and the other's had taught me well. I began to milk his cock.

"Don't make me cum, too quick," he moaned out at me, "I want to try this on you too."

I stood up, pushed his coffee table to the side creating a space for us both to lay down and had him lay on his back. I straddled his face, my cock hovering over his mouth while my own mouth went down again onto his cock. I didn't drive my cock into his mouth but let him find his own way.

I pulled off long enough to say, "Don't take too much at once, you'll gag and I want you to enjoy this."

He reached up and fondled my hanging cock, he caressed its length, then felt my full balls with one hand. I felt his tongue flick my head before he parted his lips and wrapped them around the tip of my cock. That was all, he didn't push further he just held there. I didn't force the issue.

I'd fantasized about sex with Lou but honestly, I had always assumed he was straight and I'd never made any kind of move towards him in that way, and he had never given me a sign that he was interested in anything physical. This was all new territory for us both, so I let him take his time. I mean I knew what I liked, what I liked done to me and what I liked to do. He was still exploring that whole new arena.

I worked my mouth up and down his cock shaft, much nicer with the full cock exposed like this, I pulled off and sucked his balls, big but I was still able to take them both. I pushed my hand back down, as I'd done in the car to explore his taint and moved towards his ass.

And I think that did it, a decision was made, his mouth sank lower on my cock, it sank deeper into his throat. I almost stopped him, thinking he's going to gag but he just kept on going until his nose was buried in my ball sack and my pubes rested on his chin. No gagging, no spitting, no coughing he rode me like a pro. He sucked me, pulled off, buried me, again, in his throat.

After a few minutes I stopped worrying and instinct took over and I began to fuck down into his throat. He held my hips and let me ride his throat. Meanwhile, my mouth left his cock and licked down under his balls, I tilted his body, spread his legs and pushed my tongue into him. He bucked hard and his cock erupted, cum spilling across his belly and my chest.

"Oh, my fucking god, I'm sorry, I didn't meant o cum so fast, your tongue hit something I'd never felt before. Fuck what was that?" he asked.

"I was rimming you or starting to." I answered and pushed my tongue back into him.

He moaned again, and his cock bounced between us. He closed his mouth around my cock again and began to work me base to tip, then tip to base. He rolled my balls in one hand, while with the other he probed my ass.

You're going to make me cum," I told him, pull my tongue out of his ass, "Pull out unless you want a mouth full."

He didn't pull out, instead he pulled me down to the root and waited for my load to fill his mouth. I did not disappoint.

I held my place for a few minutes, then rolled off him onto my back and we lay side by side.

"Well, you're gay now." I joked with him.

"Suck my cock," he teased back.

"Again?"

"Always." He replied.

I fondled his cock, still hard as a rock.

"Drew, can I fuck you?" he lifted his head and looked at me as we lay side by side.

"Do you think you're ready for that?" I asked, not directly answering him.

"I think I'm not ready for you to fuck me, but I will be. I think I am ready to feel your ass wrapped around me," he was so earnest in his reply, I couldn't help by smile at him.

"Do you have lube?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Like any guy that jerks off, I have lube." He replied, "in the bedroom."

"Then let's move to the bedroom," I told him.

We helped each to stand, his hard cock led the way. He kept the lube on his nightstand.

"What do we do?" he asked.

I imagined for a minute I was Grant and he was me during that first "lesson" in his office.

I took my time, showed him how to lube my ass, to open me using his tongue and fingers. He took to the rimming like a fish to water. A starving man finding sustenance.

I enjoyed his tongue in my ass thoroughly and I was hard as rock myself in minutes.

I told him to lay on his back, I lubed his cock, applied more lube to my ass and I sat down onto him slowly. I eased him into my ass, then lifted off and slid back onto him. I rode him slowly.

"Ready," I asked, "to take control?"

He mumbled a reply, lost in pleasure. I reached down wrapped my arms around his neck and flipped us; my legs came up and wrapped around his waist.

"Now fuck me," I ordered.

He pushed back into me, as he'd slid partway out when we flipped, then held himself there, he pulled out and pushed back in.

"It's so tight," he told me, "It feels amazing on my cockhead."

"It feels pretty good from this side too," I replied.

"Fuck me hard, now." I told him, "Drive your body into mine."

He really began to work it hard then; his hips slammed into my backside.

"Fuck this is amazing," he gasped out, short of breath, "I never imagined it would be this good."

"You imagined us fucking?" I asked him.

"A lot," he managed, his breath coming now in short gasps and I knew he was close.

I began to stroke my own cock in time with is piston strokes.

"Fuck the cum out of me," I ordered him and he seemed to double his efforts.

"I can't hold it, I'm gonna cum," he yelled, loudly, so loudly I thought the neighbours would hear.

He drove into me, I felt his balls, slapped into my ass, though to be honest I was surprised they hadn't retracted more.

He drove it home and a long slow "Fuccck" escaped his lips as his balls drained into my ass. Not to be left behind, my hand flew between us, I pushed my cock up and when I shot, I shot straight up, landing my load on his chest and stomach. I watched cum roll down his belly before he collapsed down on top of me.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he offered then kissed me.

We lay there his body mostly overtop of mine, his soft cock resting on my ass crack, mine trapped between us. He hugged my shoulders, put his head down on my chest and dozed off. I watched him sleep for a few minutes before I also dozed off.

The rest of that summer we explored each other. Lou took to bottoming as well as he took to topping. And we spent a lot of time together, most of it inside each other. My mother asked about the girls I was seeing but I told her I was too busy prepping for school to get involved and that I'd just hang with Lou while I could.

Late August rolled around, I searched for and found an apartment just off campus. Thanks to my generous stipend, I could afford a small place. Funny enough it was on the same block as Grant's place, just not as fancy as his building. They emailed me the forms and I signed the lease. Lou drove me back up. We took two days to get there - stopping to fuck whenever the mood struck, touring around, staying at a roadside hotel overnight and fucking most of that night.

He helped me unload, and after driving for so long, and fucking over the last two days, he complained about feeling sore. I suggested hitting the Rec Centre for a sauna and then he could spend the night before driving home in the morning. I had told him about my times in the sauna and how it had become a favourite spot for a hot session.

"Do you think anyone will be there?" he asked, he seemed excited by the idea of someone being there.

"Would you want someone to be there? I mean are you ready to just play with someone you haven't met yet?" I asked him.

"You know what, your stories turned me on, and I'd like to explore that side of things. I think I'll like it," he practically leered at me. It was kind of sexy.

I dug through my bags, grabbed some stuff, I only had the single lock, but we could share a locker, and we headed over. It was not that late but as classes hadn't started yet the Rec Centre was running on reduced hours, so we had about an hour left before closing when we arrived.

Karl was at the desk; he wore a white dress shirt.

"Karl, how are you?" I asked, as we signed in.

"Hey, Drew, welcome back," he replied, he gave Lou more than a once over.

"Good summer?" I asked.

"Pretty good, I got promoted to facility manager, Owen is now a director."

"Congratulations." I offered. I introduced Lou and told Karl that we were just here to have a sauna.

"It's deserted today, I don't think you'll be disturbed," he offered, "I may close early, if no one else comes in, but that shouldn't stop you from taking your time in the sauna."

He gave me a knowing nod.

I led Lou back to the locker room and we stowed our stuff and headed to the sauna. I walked naked, holding my towel in hand, while Lou wrapped his tightly around his waist. As advertised the place was deserted. I reset the timer to the max setting; made sure it was hot and opened the door.

"After you, good sir," I said to Lou and gestured for him to enter as I held the door open.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Lou asked, I could see he was excited by the concept.

"I very much suspect that he will." I replied taking my seat on the upper tier bench. My cock, already hard, bouncing as I stepped up and sat down.

"Do we just start to play?" Lou asked.

"Well, you can start by losing the towel and getting your mouth on my cock," I told him.

He pulled the towel off and dropped it on the bench beside mine, then leaned forward taking my cock into his mouth.

He worked me diligently, taking me balls deep, rolling his tongue around my head on the upstrokes, back to the base. He sucked my balls; he licked my ass but always came back to my cock. After a summer of sucking me, he knew my buttons and he was pushing them.

"Slow down, babe," I said to him, "or I'm gonna cum," but that seemed to only spur him on.

In seconds I was blowing a load straight down his throat. He took every drop. He stood up, licked his lips then ran a finger across his chin and sucked that clean, picking up any missed bits. He stepped up onto the first tier and waved his cock in front of my face.

"Think anyone is coming," he asked as he traced his cock across my lips but pulled back when I tried to suck it in.

The door opened, a blast of cold air rushed in. Karl stepped through the door, and it thudded closed behind him. He stood watching for a moment.

He walked up behind Lou and without batting an eye just spread Lou's cheeks and began licking his ass while Lou teased my mouth by denying me access to his cock.

Lou moaned as soon as Karl's tongue hit home. He thrust into my mouth then, fully, driving his cock down my throat. Karl tried to fondle my cock from between Lou's legs, but that load had taken it out of me, and I stayed soft for the moment.

I pushed Lou out of my mouth and offered, "Why don't you two play, I'll just watch for a minute."

Lou stepped to the side, turned and sat down, while Karl shifted himself and positioned his mouth in front of Lou's hard cock. I leaned back in my corner, turned slightly to watch them. It was hot as fuck watching Lou get worked over by Karl, watching his face shift with pleasure, watching him catch his breath, or gasp slightly when Karl slid a finger into his ass. It gave me a whole new perspective on the Grant/Cody fantasies from a couple months back (and to be honest more than a few times over the summer).

I started to get hard again, and slowly stroked, just watching from my cuck corner.

Lou pulled Karl off his cock, "I want to fuck you," he said and they shifted around, Lou stood behind Karl. He used spit, a lot of spit, to lube them both, before he pushed into Karl. Karl took it like the champ, as a satisfied groan escaped his lips. Lou began to fuck him fast and deep, slamming their bodies together. I beat my cock while I watched, pushing Karl's hand away when he reached for me. I wanted to watch, to enjoy the sight, the scene, not be part of it directly.

I could tell how excited Lou was, he wasn't holding back and I knew from his rapid thrusts that he was close to cumming. Karl seemed to sense it to, and he began to beat his cock, needing to cum as much as he needed that load in his ass.

With one final stroke, Lou pushed into Karl, burying himself balls deep and held himself still as his cock began to pulse. Karl must have felt the pulsing, as his hand became a blur and cum spattered the bench beneath him.

And that was it for me, too. I scooted across the bench and dropped my second load all over Karl's face, he licked me clean the used his hand to scoop what he could of my load into his mouth.

Lou pulled out and we all sat side by side for a few minutes catching our breath. After a few minutes of contented silence, Karl spoke.

"Grant has been asking about you, wanted to know if I'd seen you back yet," he started looking over at me. He sat between me and Lou, his ass in a pool of cum. He didn't seem to mind that at all.

"In fact, he asked me to call him and let him know when you showed up. I called him when you guys arrived," he offered, "I hope you don't mind."

Lou knew about Grant and who he was and about Cody and how that ended, so I wasn't concerned about him overhearing any of this.

"No, I don't mind. Thanks for letting me know."

The sauna turned off, having reached the end of its timer cycle and that was our cue to get going. We all showered off and got dressed. Lou seemed to be walking on cloud nine, still basking in his experience.

"I hope we can do this again," he said to Karl, shaking his hand as we walked out.

"I know I'd love that," Karl replied, pulling Lou into a kiss. It was such an intimate moment, I must admit it had me a little, not jealous, that's not the right word, but feeling something for sure.

We said our good nights and stepped out of the Rec Centre together, Karl stayed behind to lock up as Lou and I headed back to my apartment. We'd gone about a block, when I heard, "Drew."

I turned and there, walking toward us was Grant, with Cody trailing a few steps behind.

Authors note: This was meant to be the finale, but the story is not finished so there's going to be at least one more part.