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Subject: Pounding the Prof, Part 19 If you are financially able to do so, please consider donating to Nifty to keep this amazing resource going! fty/donate.html ************************************* After Thanksgiving, there were only two more weeks of classes, then a study week, then finals. Damion was overwhelmed with work. When he came over for the weekend, we had less time to fool around than usual. He spent most of the day doing studying: reading for his IR class or practicing his Chinese calligraphy or working on a project for his writing class or doing problem sets for my class. He made a point of never asking for help from me, but I also realized that he didn’t need it. Damion was a lot of fun, but he was also a really serious student. I was impressed by his dedication. I made meals for us, and he would take a break to eat with me. We barely had time for sex, but it was nice just to be present together, to sleep curled up together, and to wake up in each other’s arms. As finals approached, I was busy too. A lot of students came by for meetings before the calc final, but the grading was actually done by my teaching assistants, so once I’d written the exam, I didn’t have much to do for that class. Since the teaching assistants were doing the grading, I also didn’t have to feel bad about grading students I’d fooled around with. Most of them did well anyway; I was thankful that Damion earned an A without my having to cook the books. Grading the final projects in my graduate seminar took a lot of time, but I was done with that mid-way through finals week. Damion’s last final was on a Thursday morning, and he was was flying back to California the day after. I offered to drive him to the airport on Friday, and of course we planned to spend that Thursday night together. Since he would have luggage, I said that I could pick him up on campus, but we decided it would be better for me to pick him up a little away from his dorm. When I pulled up, he was already standing on the sidewalk with his suitcase, which struck me as being rather small for someone going away for a month. “I got clothes at home,” he told me when I asked as I loaded his bag in my trunk. “And I’ll mostly wear shorts and stuff anyway. It’s not that cold in the East Bay in December.” We drove the couple of blocks to my house and moved his bag inside. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “Do you want to go out for dinner?” “No,” he said. “I just want to hang with you. We can order something.” He seemed kind of subdued. I guessed that he was tired after a long week of exams. “Can I get you something to drink? A beer maybe?” “Yeah, a istanbul travesti beer,” he said and sat down on the couch. I grabbed two beers and opened them, then gave him one and sat down next to him. He scooted against me put his head on my shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you,” he said softly. I stroked his hair gently. “And I’m gonna miss you too,” I said. He turned and kissed me, and we stayed there on the couch for a long time just kissing, passionately, intensely, as if to make up for the kisses wouldn’t share over the next month. He held my face in his hands and kissed with his eyes open, holding my gaze. Finally, I broke the kiss and led him by the hand to the bedroom. We pulled the covers back and lay down next to one another and resumed kissing, but now we ran our hands over each other’s bodies and slowly undressed one another. This was less like having sex than like using our bodies to communicate some deep message. Damion kissed his way down my body then kissed and licked around my cock. He licked at the base of my balls, which he knew was something that made me squirm, then he took each ball in his mouth one at a time and sucked on them just hard enough to hurt a little. He then moved onto my cock, licking it from the bottom to the top and back down, before taking my cock in his mouth and slowly moving down until my cock hit his throat. He pushed until my cock popped into his throat and my bush was against his chin. He gagged a little but deep throated me a couple of more times, until I pulled him off, because he was going to make me cum if he didn’t stop. He climbed up on top of me, kissing me as our cocks ground together. He slid a little further up, until my cock was rubbing against his asshole. “Make love to me,” he whispered in my ear. “You sure?” I asked. I had only fucked him that one time, a few weeks ago. I so loved getting fucked by him (and everyone else he had fuck me), and I wasn’t sure how much he’d liked my fucking him. “Yes,” he said. “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to pump a load in my ass. I wanna take some of you with me.” He reached over to the bedside stand and pulled out the lube. He squeezed some on my cock and spread it around then worked a little into his hole. Then he slowly pushed down until the head of my cock popped inside. He paused for a moment to adjust, then he slowly lowered himself onto me, pausing now and then to get used to it, then letting more of me inside. Once he had bottomed out and my pubes were against his ass, he leaned forward and kissed me. Then he began to slowly ride me, up and down. We played that way for a while, istanbul travestileri then we switched so that he was on his back with his legs on my shoulders. I could kiss him better that way and reach deeper inside. I started slow but then picked up my pace, driving into his ass so that our bodies smashed together with a slap. Every time I got close to cumming, I pulled off; I wanted this to last. Then I lifted up from our kiss and leaned back so that my cock would rub hard against his prostate as I fucked him, and he started to moan and shudder. I stroked his prostate for a good minute, until he was whining loudly, then I reached with my hand and stroked his cock. After just a few seconds, he began to shoot, and as his ass muscles tightened around my cock, I shot my own load. I pushed up far inside so that I could plant my seed deep. Then I collapsed onto him, and we kissed again. “I love you so much, Adam,” he said. “And I love you too, Damion,” I said. We lay there for a long time, just holding one another. “Should I order dinner,” I finally asked. “Sure,” he said. We cleaned up and pulled on some sweats, and I ordered Thai to be delivered. We sat on the couch and watched a movie – a Marvel blockbuster. When dinner came, we ate in front of the TV but then started talking and ended up not paying attention to the film at all. “What are you gonna do while you’re home?” I asked. “Mostly sleep, I think,” he laughed. “Hang out with some friends, play video games.” “And fuck?” He chuckled. “Probably not with my friends. We not like that.” He smiled mischievously. “But I’ll probably look up my storekeeper fuck buddy. Can’t go a month without some daddy cock.” “Nice,” I said. “You gonna fool around with any old flames when you’re back home?” he asked. “I don’t really have any,” I told him. “I never hooked up at home, it was always just when I was away at school. My town was conservative and my family was conservative. I’m not really out to them.” “About time you made some happy memories of home,” he joked. “Hey Damion,” I said. I had something I needed to talk to him about, something I’d been thinking about the past few days. “I’ve loved hanging out with you these past few months. You’re an amazing guy. But you’re only a freshman. If you feel like this is all too much, we don’t have to …” I trailed off. He looked at me with alarm. “You want to break up with me?” “No! I don’t,” I said, “But I don’t want you to feel weighted down. If I’m getting in you’re way of having fun…” He raised his eyebrows. “Haven’t I been having fun? Haven’t WE been having fun?” “Yeah, but …” travesti istanbul “Dude, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me since coming to college. It’s not like you’re keeping me from playing around. I’ve fucked more guys since I started dating you than I ever did before. But I love having you there and I love coming back to you. Maybe if you weren’t a whore, I’d get bored. But lucky for me, you are! And I really, really love fucking you.” We started talking about all the fun we’d had that semester, the orgy after we confronted Nathan, him whoring me out at Thanksgiving, all of his friends we’d fucked around with. The conversation got us both hard. “Now see what you done? Now Imma have to fuck you again,” he said. He reached over and grabbed my ass, then he pulled my sweats down to my knees. “Here?” I asked. “Yes, here,” he said. He roughly pulled me up so that I was on all fours on the couch, and he positioned himself behind me. He spit onto my hole and then onto his dick and pushed his dickhead against my hole. He pushed and it popped inside. It hurt a little, with no lube, and I was a little out of practice after so little sex the past couple of weeks. But he pushed hard until he was all the way inside. “When you’re home, I want you to find some boys to fuck you,” he said, as he began to fuck me himself. “Go on Grindr and find some guys to hook up with. I want you to get fucked as much as you can and to tell me all about it. I want to hear all the details of the loads that you take in your ass so I can jerk off thinking about my slutty prof.” As he spoke, he pound into me hard, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust into my ass. “And take pictures if you can.” “Tell me you’ll do what I say,” he said and fucked into me extra hard. “TELL me!” “Yes! Yes! Okay!” “I want you to be a slut! I know you love it! I want you to have fun while I’m gone. And when I come back, Imma fuck you harder than all of them so you remember why you’re mine.” With that he let out what was almost a howl and unloaded deep into my gut. I could feel his cock pulsing inside my ass, and that set me off. I shot a load all over my couch. “Tell me you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” I said. “That’s right. You’re my little slut. And I’m gonna come back to you in January and we’re gonna make up for lost time.” He pulled out of me, and we got up to clean up. As we were walking toward the bathroom, he took me by the shoulder and looked me in the eyes. “Adam. You’re not holding me back. You’re making me happy.” His words made me feel all warm inside. I kissed him gently on the lips. “I do love you, Damion,” I said. “I know,” he said. We showered, cleaned up from dinner, and headed to bed. Damion spooned into me, and I held him as tightly as I could, my cock – already hard again – nestling up against his ass. We fell asleep, and when we woke, I was still holding him tightly in my arms.

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