THE PROFESSOR SERIES PART 2

Author: ianlt
Title: THE PROFESSOR SERIES - PART 2
Date: 04 November 2015

OK, here is part 2. If you find theological musing offensive, please just skim over that discussion and enjoy the rest of the story.

THE PROFESSOR SERIES - PART 2

The cool damp diffused early morning light in the open window, with its smell of ocean promised a perfectly beautiful day once the morning fog lifted. But today was already a perfect day. I rolled my head to look up at the light and smiled. I was lying on my side, blankets casually tossed back. My semi erect cock was fully buried in the ass of the muscular stocky young man that I had spent the hours spooned against and buried in. His name was John, the best friend of my young boy and partner, Dave. This was definitely fine with Dave. In fact Dave was close by, right with me on the bed. Both Dave and John fully nude had hoods covering their heads, only small nostril holes breaking the smooth black leather of Dave’s hood. John’s hood had a gag strapped into the mouth. It was obviously a gag with meat to it; in fact, the gag had a fat cock shape and was rammed tightly into John’s throat. The hoods were buckled around their necks. John’s wrists were cuffed together and the short chain between them was padlocked to a cock and ball harness strapped tightly to Dave’s cock. John could not help but wrap his hands around Dave’s cock. Dave’s mitted fists were padlocked to the collar of his hood. Earlier in the night, Dave had carefully impaled his ass onto John’s engorged cock and it was still affixed. I made sure that John left his cock where Dave had put it. Leather straps around the two boys’, waists, pelvis and thighs kept them intimately together. Their ankles were cuffed and locked right ankle to right ankle, and left ankle to left ankle. Dave and I had enjoyed the whole process immensely. It took John quite some time to relax; he did have a virgin ass afterall. But eventually he gave into himself, and even now, his breathing indicates that he is soundly, peaceably sleeping. After this experience, one that he participated in, however reluctantly at first, his hands around another man’s cock, a cock in his mouth, his cock imbedded in another man’s ass, and his own ass firmly impaled by another cock, he has to acknowledge that he is a queer leather man. He has fucked and been fucked. Quite a difference from the self-righteous religious zealot I met yesterday evening.



Dave Tucker surprised everyone except me, when he chose to stay in our University town for summer school at the end of his freshman year. Although he had become an exemplary student under my tutelage, academic advancement probably had less to do with his decision to stay than the excellent surfing available in our beachfront community. Or perhaps it was the miles of motorcycle trails in the foothills with cooling breezes, warm sun, and clear views of the ocean stretched out below. And then again it might have been the fact that since he had moved into my beach bungalow at the end of his first semester, the bed in his room was rarely occupied while my bed usually had 2 men entwined with each other each night.
Cool leather dude that I was, I was wonderfully besotted with Mr. Tucker. His lean hard body, of rippled surf hewn muscles felt wonderful as I traced their outlines with my rock hard cock. He had affected a golden goatee to emulate mine, and I let his gold, sun whitened hair grow long and free after I had shaved it all off during our first bondage encounters.
Each night he was shackled while sharing my bed, and on Sundays, well, we continued the Sunday Tutorials that had resulted in his academic achievements. After a morning of surfing, he would strip and he would be tied, and hooded or gagged. Various S/M toys might be utilized, and I’d set him to work on an academic challenge. The leather play was the incentive and the results were quality work. Then afterwards he was my guest at my leather club, always bound, and gagged, since he was underage after all.
After waterpolo season ended we worked out at the gym together, ran on the beach, and surfed. We went for long rides into the hills, side by side, I leaning back on my Harley and he crouched forward on his Yamaha, both of us in our boots and leathers, our identical entwined gold and silver earrings signifying the bond between us.
Twice a week or so, we entered my playroom for hard leather play which was wildly erotic and resulted in huge loads of cum from both of us.
Near the end of the short Summer Semester, I pulled up my Harley into the drive. I was wearing my standard teaching uniform, tall thick soled boots, jeans, and shining leather chaps, a white t shirt and leather vest. I entered the house and Dave came into the front room. He was nude. He usually was around the house, not that I required it or considered him my slave, but because he was young and totally free about such things. He did have a steel chain around his neck locked with a padlock. He chose to wear it when he was home as a way to express his love for me. As I tossed my leather bag and helmet, he stood in front of me and put his wrists behind his back. I, then, as I always did, buried the fingers of my right hand into his hair at the scruff of his neck. With my left hand, I would grab his ass, or maybe his chain, or his right nipple. Then I would drive my mouth into his in a hard kiss that occasionally resulted in us falling to the ground and my hands all over his glorious body.
After that usual greeting Dave told me that he had heard from his best bud from High School who wanted to come visit, since Dave wasn’t returning to Palos Verdes for the summer.
“Certainly he may come,” I said. “Tell me about him.”
“Well, Umm, Oh, sorry Sir,” Dave began. He was learning to speak as concisely and as clearly as he was learning to write. I was constantly teasing him about his rambling speech.
He told me that John was one of his hangout friends all through high school. They surfed, motorcycled, and partied together. John was one of the friends who ridiculed Dave for buying a black bike and leathers. John preferred his yellow bike, and usually rode shirtless, in shorts and sandals.
“As I got more horney for guys in 11th and 12th grade, I guess I could have fallen in love with him or something, I mean he is really good looking. But I didn’t know how to tell him or anything.”
“Ah, Mr. Tucker,” I said in mock exasperation, “Your verbal language is deteriorating again”
“Oh, God, I’m sorry Sir.” He replied
Bracing myself for a possible pain, but also curious as to what he would say, I asked, “And what will you tell him about us?”
“Well, I mean, it is OK, isn’t it? Can’t I, Well, tell him that I love you and we live together?”
Ah, Thanks you God!
I pulled Dave to me again and we kissed, I drug him over to the end table and pulled out my shackles and put them on him, hands chained to his sides, fastened by a chain to his waist, attached to a short chain between his shackled ankles. I dumped him on the floor, and passionately assaulted him, his cock, balls, and tits. I flipped him onto his stomach and fucked him hard on the living room floor.
Thus satiated, I turned him over and lay my head on his flat stomach. We formed a T shape on the floor, smiles on our faces.
“So Mr. Tucker, what do you think he will think about that?”
Hey, he’s my friend, he’ll be happy. I mean, he is cool, and everything. And if not, fuck him.”
I love the naivete of youth, the fearlessness. “What do you know about his past year’s experiences, how he might have changed?
“Not much. He went to a Community College in Orange County this year, he was off doing something at Christmas so I didn’t see him.”
I had a daylong faculty conference the day John was to arrive. They were to meet at the house, take the van, and go up to the cove for some late afternoon surfing. I’d join them later and we’d camp out there over night. The cove, which was totally isolated was one of the rare places under private ownership and belonged to a former student of mine who appreciated my help during a tough emotional situation. This student later on had become very successful and had bought up a chunk of shoreline including a totally secluded cove. It was one of the best surfing spots on the coast, and I had the key to the gate to use it anytime I wanted. Dave and I went frequently and had a small fully stocked shelter.
It was late afternoon when I arrived. I could see two bodies out in the surf, silhouettes in the sun surfing separately. I busied myself getting a beach fire going, and laid out items needed for dinner. Young men would be cold and hungry after hours of being I the surf. Once set up, I sat down by the fire.
Shortly Dave paddled into shore. He picked up his board and walked toward me. He dropped his board and put his hands behind his back for our kiss.
“God, what a mistake.” He said. The inflection of his voice registered sadness, anger, and frustration.
“Why what is the matter?” I asked, a protective and on his neck.
“He’s found Jeeesus in a big way. It’s enough to make you puke. We couldn’t wait to tell each other our important news. Me, that I was gay and was in love with you. He, that he was ‘born again’. Doesn’t take a genius to know that our ‘big news’ for each other didn’t go down well. Watch, here he comes.”
Over Dave’s shoulder, I saw a handsome young man approach; his board tucked under one arm. He had a buzz cut, a gold hoop in his left ear, and braided necklace with a cross, and one of those blue wristbands. He was several inches shorter than Dave, stockier but lean and hard. He obviously invested a good amount of time on his buffed body.
Dave crossed his hands behind his back and leaned his face forward, eagerly begging by his motions for another kiss, a look of defiance in his eyes.
I returned his kiss and then with my right hand on his neck, and my left hand on his hip, I turned Dave to the side and stood before John.
I put out my hand and said, “John, it is good for you to join us.”
With a look of earnestness, John replied, “Dr Lewis.” He did not shake my hand.
I smiled slightly as I put my hand back at my side.
“Did you gentlemen find some good waves?” I asked.
Dave was silent, a blank mask on his face as he stood beside me. I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Thank you, yes, there were good waves.”
“Well, can I get you boys a beer?”
“No, as you know, Dave and I are underage and I don’t need alcohol any longer.”
“Really?” I asked. I was actually impressed by this young man’s ability to be insultingly judgmental while maintaining an attitude of polite friendliness.
“Yes, before I found the Lord, I used to pollute my body with vices and sin, but with Jeesus, I have been born again and am free of worldly temptations.”
He said Jeesus, as one would expect a southern evangelist on TV to pronounce it, a long drawn out “ee” I glanced at Dave, there was a flicker of an eye roll but mostly he was embarrassed and angry.
“Really?” I asked again, more amused.
“Yes, praise the Lord.” He was warming up to his spiel, responding to my hint of sarcasm, he continued, “And you, both of you, if you pray for forgiveness, can be forgiven for your sinful ways.”
“Really?” I asked politely with a ‘do tell” voice tone.
John was standing with his chest out. He spoke with pride and assurance. He spoke calmly and with friendly casualness “Yes. Beg forgiveness. You especially, Dr. Lewis. I will pray with you. Otherwise you remain a corrupter of youth, a defiler of one of His children. The Bible says woe be unto you. You are condemned to Hell, cast out.”
Dave pushed past me and gave John a shove that made him stagger back.
John turned his attention from me to Dave. He said with eagerness, “Dave, I love you in Jesus name, I do not love your sin. You blaspheme the Holy Spirit. Repent, get away from this man, and we can pray for his redemption. But first, save yourself.”
Dave totally lost it. He shoved John again, toppling him onto his back in the sand. Dave was sitting on John, nearly sputtering in indignation.
“Dave, I forgive you” John said. He had a look of righteous patient suffering on his face.
“I’m going to beat you to bloody pulp.” Dave shouted, grabbing John by the braided necklace and lifting his trunk off the sand, arm raised to strike.
“If you feel like you need to, please do. I will forgive you.” John had a look of a beatific martyr. It was actually insufferable.
Dave was about to bring his fist down to crash into John’s face. I yelled, “Mr. Tucker.”
Dave froze.
“Dave”, I said calmly. “It seems that John wants to suffer for his faith. But, as he admitted to you, his faith is fairly new, so he might be tempted to escape his suffering. That would be another sin piled high on our backs if we contributed to a lessening of his faith, so I suspect that we should tie his hands so he might not be tempted to fight back if you strike him.”
Dave looked at me astonished, and then a sly grin broke his anger.
“That won’t be necessary. “ John said, “I won’t fight back.”
“I appreciate your cooperation John, but it might be better for your soul to go along with this. We, Dave and I, can ill afford additional condemnation for causing the possible fall of a man of faith”
“If you wish to beat a bound man for speaking the Lord’s truth, please do as you wish.”
“Mr. Tucker, go to the shed and get some rope. John, please stand up.”
Dave got off John and went to the shed. He returned with rope and John stood. Dave went behind him and tied his wrists, crossed together behind his back. Dave certainly knows how to properly tie a man’s wrist by now.
“Now his virtue is protected since he can’t fight back as you beat him, Dave. But, you know, he might give into his body, hence sacrificing his soul, and try to run away. “
“No,” John replied, “I will stand here and let John beat me, just as Stephan was stoned by the Jews.”
“I’m sure you have the resolve but I want to assist you in your spiritual journey.”
Dave then hobbled John by tying more rope around each ankle leaving a hobble of about 9” between his feet.”
“Try a shove now, Dave.” I said, and Dave pushed John. John stumbled back still standing.
“Just one more thing,” I said, he might beg you to stop.
“No, I won’t.” John said.
“”But, John, I said, it is for your own good. We are trying to help. Gag him.”
Dave had anticipated me. He had brought a roll of duct tape with him from the shed. He must have remembered the scene at the club with Peter, who was gagged, blindfolded, tied up and shoved and pushed around. Dave wrapped the duct tape around John’s lower face several times.
“Go ahead, Mr. Tucker, he is ready now.”
Dave looked at me with puzzlement. He had this mixture of remaining anger, sexual excitement, uncertainty, and confusion. He gave John a tentative shove.
John stumbled back but stayed on his feet.
Dave’s passionate anger was gone and he was uncertain.
“Mr. Tucker, you are well known to be aggressive in the pool. This man is currently on the opposing team. Please continue.”
With that perspective Dave began to move around John, shoving him. Knocking him around. He entered into a game mode. He kept John on his feet but just barely. It was masterful. John fell, and I came around and picked him up. John watched Dave warily. John fell again and again. I picked him up again and again. Dave made a contest out of it. He would predict which way John would fall; He spun him, shoved him from high or low, his falling one way or another.
John fell on his back. I asked Dave. “Do you think he is suffering enough for his faith?”
“What, do you think I should hit him harder?”
“No, In fact, I think that would be counterproductive for his faith.”
“Why, What do you mean?”
“Pull down his shorts. You will see.”
If I hadn’t been holding John down, he would have squirmed away as fast as a crab could crawl. As it was, I had to struggle to stay on top of him.
“Oh, God, will you look at that.” whistled Dave as John’s pants came down around his legs. John dick was fully erect and it was actually huge. “God I remember his flaunting that is school. The Dick of Death he called it. How I wanted it.”
“Quite embarrassing to our guest. Go get some stakes” I said to Dave.
We proceeded to drive stakes in the sand. We scooped out the sand beneath John for his bound wrists, and drove stakes between his elbows and his body, tying his elbows to the stakes. Stakes at each knee, and ankle were tied off. Stakes were placed on each side of his neck and his neck was roped down. He was going nowhere and his cock showed no signs of deflating.
“How did you know?” asked Dave, clearly delighted
“He was too eager for being a martyr.” I replied.
“Now John it is time for some Bible lessons. You may think that you have superior scriptural knowledge but yours is shallow and superficial.”
“Mr. Tucker,” I asked, “what did John have for lunch today?”
“We had hamburger and milkshakes. Why”
“John here then broke a purity law of Leviticus. He mixed milk and meat, clearly forbidden in Leviticus, as worthy of punishment as is sexual intercourse between two men. Do you recall him talking back to his parents?”
“God, they fought all the time. They were really PO’ed when he didn’t come home this last Christmas.”
“So, according to Leviticus, he should be stoned to death.”
I was sitting on John’s chest. I took his face in my hand and squeezed it, making sure he was looking straight at me. “It is dangerous to quote Leviticus. If you take the Bible as unchanging immutable truth you are in as much trouble as Mr. Tucker here.”
“Mr. Tucker,” I said, “I believe that John’s cock is standing tall and lonely. Would you give it some attention while I discuss Sodom and Gomorrah with him?”
I climbed off John and Dave crouched in the sand. I had taught Dave to be a good cocksucker and there was no way that John would not be bucking in ecstasy in a few moments. John, anticipating this, struggled wildly, grunting through the gag in protest.
I sat in the sand with John’s head between my spread legs. My hands idly stroked John’s tits. His moans of protest continued but mixed now with sounds of lust and desire that the hormones of a 20-year-old can’t control.
Was the Sin of Sodom and Gomorrah, homosexuality?” I asked John. He barely nodded and shook his head up and down and grunted in what could be taken for an affirmative.
“Wrong, John,” I said as I squeezed his tits till he gasped. Dave did not change his regular motion on John’s cock.
“On going long term relationships between two men was unknown in those day. Homosexuality as you think it is, and I know it is, is a late 19th century term. God condemned Sodom for inhospitality. The men of the city wanted to physically assault Lot’s guests. If there was any sexual reference in Sodom it was rape not sex between two consenting adults. English Bible translations have got it wrong for the past hundreds of years. The Bible was not written as the King James Version, much as that thought might offend some ignorant men.”
“Since I came to this cove, John, my friend, you have been completely inhospitable, insulting your hosts, and your old friend, condemning him without understanding. That is the true sin of Sodom.”
I was certain that John heard what I was saying, although his eyes were glazed over. Our hospitality was being truly experienced
I reached down and ripped open the tape covering John’s mouth. He gasped large breaths of air. He moaned in involuntary ecstasy as Dave continued to work on his cock.
“Tell me now, John, What does the Gospels say about homosexuality?”
“What, no answer? Good, finally, you are correct, The Gospels say nothing.”
“What does Paul say?”
John swallowed and said in a quiet, guilty voice. “He condemns it.”
“Does he?” I asked. “He certainly had a position about women and their role in the church. I suppose women at you place of worship wear headcovers, and never say a word?”
There was a sort of chuckle from John and from Dave who was listening while he was busy working away.
“No I thought not. Remember that I said that homosexuality as we know it did not exist in Paul’s day so how could he condemn something that did not, at least commonly or publically exist?”
“So what did he condemn I ask? He wrote out lengthy lists of things, many things we all do, all the time”
“People who use Paul for condemning Homosexuality forget that the greatest message of Pauline writing was the imperative to bring all people, Greeks and Jews, maybe straight and gays in today’s society, into union with God. By condemning homosexuality you condemn men. They feel rejected by you and by God. Then you, rather than Dave and I, become the proverbial stumbling block. And then who has the greatest sin? Eh?”
I slapped John gently on the cheek. I rearranged the sand behind John’s head such that he was now looking down his body to where Dave was working.
“Mr. Tucker,” I said, “I suspect that you will be more comfortable with your trunks off.”
Dave stood up with a smile. When he let go of John’s cock, John sighed. Dave stood in front of John and stripped off his suit. Dave’s cock was as fully erect as John’s. He began to fondle it, enticingly, a smile on his lips. He moved his body in a highly provocative way. I was impressed. My cock was impressed. And John’s cock was impressed.
I resumed my seat, my leather chaps lying atop John’s arms, my boots clearly in view. I fondled and stroked his tits.
“Mr. Tucker, if you would so good as to resume your previous activity.” I said.
Dave crouched down over John’s cock, and together we were providing him intense erotic stimulation.
“Now John,” I said, “I suspect that you re into this as much as Dave is, even as much as I am. Cocks don’t lie even if your brainwashed intellect does. Having a Christian faith is a very good thing, but not ignorant prejudices. So, before I release you, and release your cum, you will have to let go of that brainwashed prejudice, in other words, you will have to release yourself. So I will want to hear you beg me to fuck you. Understand, John, my boy?”
“No, don’t do this to me.” John said in a voice that clearly bespoke confusion.
“John,” I said, “We will do nothing that you don’t want. Our hospitality knows no bounds. You would be a gracious guest to accept it.”
No matter how hard John might try, he was going to be begging soon for release. Dave had learned a lot about erotic play; he kept John on the brink of cumming, pausing a fraction of a second before John would have tumbled into uncontrolled orgasm. John was groaning, and struggling. He was saying “No” and “Please,” and “Oh God”, and various other incoherent statements.
But as I predicted he was soon beginning to beg. Hesitantly at first, and then more coherently, with increasingly articulate sentences, he apologized for his behavior. He begged to be allowed to cum. He thanked us. He promised to do anything, if only he could cum.
Then he said I could fuck him, if I would let him cum
Then he begged me to fuck him and let him cum.
And finally he just begged me to fuck him.
“Sorry John, not yet,” I said, as I stroked his cheeks.
“Oh God, please.” John begged.
“No, but I want you to suck my cock,” I said. “Your friend Mr. Tucker has certainly demonstrated how it can be done.”
I stood up and straddled John. I pulled off my shirt, and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled Dave up by his neck and we kissed in full view of John. I know we made a stunning scene.
I knelt down and stretched full length over John. I let him feel my leather smooth against his body. I pushed up and held my cock in front of his mouth. “Do you want it?”
“Please.”
“Follow Mr. Tucker’s example.”
Dave resumed his sucking on John’s cock and balls, carefully and slowly so that John could try to duplicate what Dave was doing. If he really was a neophyte, he had a really innate talent. They made a good team, just as I had been hoping and had though might occur ever since John began begging to be a martyr.
John would gag and occasionally retch, but he had great potential.
My legs were straddling John’s body, and Dave was between them. The three of us were closely entwined, flesh touching flesh and leather.
“Mr. Tucker?” I asked.
“Yes Dr. Lewis?” a pause in the play. “John seems to be quite good at this”
“Well Dr. Lewis,” Dave laughed. “In Jr. High School we used to have jerk off sessions and we did, I admit try this out. Too bad it didn’t continue.”
“I’m not so certain that this young man up here didn’t continue. Now did you boy?” I asked John who was unable to reply with my large cock filling his mouth.
I was fully ready to cum now. I stood up and strutted over John’s body. A few quick strokes of my hand and I shot over his chest.
“Your turn,” I said to Dave. I replaced Dave over John’s cock and Dave stood flaunting himself over John and in a few strokes added his cum to mine.
I smeared our cum together over John’s chest and used it to coat John’s cock. I stretched out over John’s chest and dove my mouth and tongue into his. Dave took the cum smeared cock and with rapid strokes brought John to a frenzy of bucking and a huge muffled shout and with every muscle in his bound body contracted, he shot out his cum. I lay on John and Dave lay on me. We were together, satiated with fulfillment.
Eventually Dave and I got up. We left John tied where he was while we cleaned up and set up dinner. Then Dave released John. And John was quiet, subdued. He watched us as we ate together. He did not join in our chat about the routines of life. He sat apart from us staring at the water. Eventually he turned his head and said, “I’m sorry. I was wrong. May I stay?”
And I said, “Yes, we would like that, but I have a better idea, let’s go back to the house.”