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Subject: Pounding the Prof, Chapter 12 Pounding the Prof, Part 12 If you are financially able to do so, please consider donating to Nifty to keep this amazing resource going! fty/donate.html ************************************* Damion and I fell asleep wrapped in each others’ arms. I awoke at some point during the night feeling him spooned against me, his smooth chest against my back, his arms wrapped around my chest, and his cock nestled against my ass. Without even thinking, I started rubbing my ass against him, and his cock of course immediately got hard. I rubbed my ass up and down, and then I lifted up and managed to trap his cock between my legs so that the head popped inside my ass. I was so loose and wet now after having been fucked so many times that night that he slid in easily. I moved my ass up and down on his cock, using my muscles to squeeze him as tightly as I could, hoping to milk out another load. At some point, without ever seeming to really wake up, Damion started to move his hips slightly up and down pushing himself into me. Before long he grunted quietly and pumped another nut inside me. He kissed the back of my neck tenderly, and we both drifted off to sleep again, his cock still lodged inside me. I woke up some hours later when the morning light was streaming into the bedroom. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8:30. Damion was still sleeping soundly, but I knew that I would not be able to go back to sleep, so I slipped out of his arms and out of bed. I grabbed a pair of sweats and a T-shirt and headed to the bathroom. After so much sex the night before, I was a mess — covered in the salty residue of dried sweat, with bits of cum caked on my ass and caught in my pubic hair. I used the toilet then jumped into the shower to clean up. I was frankly a little sore, but as I thought back on each of the times he fucked me, I got rock hard again. I thought about jerking off, but I decided I should wait, expecting that I’d get to play with Damion again before he left. I made a pot of coffee, had a cup of yogurt, checked emails, read the online newspaper. Finally, around 10 a.m., Damion stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He looked so cute standing there naked, looking so sleepy, his dick hanging half hard between his legs. “Mornin,'” he mumbled. “Good morning, sexy,” I said. He stumbled over to the bathroom, and I could hear him taking a long piss, before he came back out, looking slightly more awake. “Want some breakfast?” I asked. He went and grabbed one of my pairs of sweatpants to put on while I cooked pancakes and bacon. He came and sat down at the counter, while I cooked. Damn, he looked sexy just sitting there shirtless, still looking half sleepy. All of the exercise the night before had left him hungry, so he ate a huge pile of pancakes and half a package of bacon. Over breakfast he explained his plan istanbul travesti on how to deal with Nathan. We decided that it would happen on Friday, and in the meantime, we’d just act as though things were normal with him. He told me that he’d try to come over at least once during the week, but with soccer practice and his studies, his week nights were pretty busy. “You’re welcome whenever you need a break,” I said. “I could use a break right now,” he said with a smirk. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch, so I could feel that his cock was already getting hard. I squeezed it a couple of times as he leaned in and gave me a kiss. We had morning breath and had just eaten breakfast, but neither of us cared, as we made out there at the kitchen counter for at least 20 minutes, our hands exploring each others’ bodies. I couldn’t get enough of his smooth, muscular abs and strong chest, and ran my hand from his chest down to where his pubes were just poking above the band of the sweatpants, over and over. Finally, we broke our kiss. He stripped my pants off, pushed aside the dishes, and surprised me as he hoisted me onto the counter. He lifted up my legs and was in the perfect position to eat my ass. He dove in and plunged his tongue surprisingly deep inside my asshole, making me squirm with pleasure. He rimmed me for what seemed like an eternity, as I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head. Then he slid me down the counter, and in one smooth move, he impaled my ass with his cock. It was a strange, awkward position that required him to hold me up with his arms with my back leaning against the edge of the counter, but it let him stick his cock as deep as possible inside me. After a few minutes, he lifted me up, his cock still inside my ass, and carried me over to the couch, where he proceeded to fuck me as deep and hard as I’d ever been fucked until he exploded with a huge load inside me. As he was cumming, he reached up and grabbed my cock, and in about three squeezes, he had me shooting my own load all over my chest and stomach. “Damn,” I said. “You know how to fuck.” “Gotta give you something to think about this week.” After this last session, I wiped the cum off my body, while Damion went to shower. After he got dressed, he gave me a long kiss, grabbed his things and was on his way. I tried to work for awhile after Damion left, but I was honestly too tired, so I headed to the bedroom to take a quick nap. The bed still smelled of him and of all the sex we’d had there, so I got hard and lay there jerking off while revisiting each of the times we’d had sex the night before. I was amazed thinking about how many times he’d cum inside me, and soon I was shooting another load myself, surprised by how many times I’d managed to cum as well over the past day. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about what a great 24-hours it had been, hanging out istanbul travestileri with Damion. ****************************************** The next few days were uneventful. I prepared for classes and then taught my Monday lecture. Damion and Nathan were both there, of course, but I managed to stay focused on my teaching. I went to the gym and went running a couple of times. I had an intense seminar on Tuesday, then another lecture class on Wednesday. Later on Wednesday, after office hours, I went to the gym to work out. Planning to go to the gym straight from my office, I’d brought my gym clothes in my backpack to change in the locker room. I changed into my shorts and T-shirt, stuffed my backpack into a locker, then headed up to the circuit room to lift weights. I put on one of my workout playlists on my iPhone, with fast-paced, uplifting music, and started on my routine. After I’d been working out for about 40 minutes, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Nathan. “You look good prof” I glanced around to see where Nathan was, but I didn’t see him. “meet me in the locker room bathroom” “handicapped stall” I looked around again, now kind of paranoid that someone could see the texts. “NOW” I stopped my workout and headed down to the locker room. There were only a few people in the room, a couple of guys changing, the sound of a shower running. There was no one in the bathroom. The handicapped stall was the last stall at the end, double the size of the others. I pulled the door open and stepped in, not sure what to expect, but it was empty. Then a moment later, Nathan stepped in. He reached behind him and pulled the latch to lock, then grabbed me forcefully and pulled me into a kiss, while pushing me at the same time back against the wall. He was in his soccer kit, wet with sweat, having apparently just come in from soccer practice. “I saw you when I was coming in to change, and I wanted some,” he whispered. He kissed me and grabbed my ass with both hands. He used his hands to slide my shorts and briefs down to my knees. I was nervous as hell, since we were right there in the locker room, but my dick immediate rose to attention. “Turn around,” he said. I turned around and placed my hands on the wall, pushing my ass forward, knowing what he wanted. Nathan lowered the band on his shorts until his dick popped out. He let a line of spit fall from his mouth onto his cock and then rubbed it in with his hand. He spit a bit more than pressed the head of his dick against my asshole. I let out a small involuntary yelp, and he put his hand across my mouth. He pushed himself in, and I fought to stay quiet despite the pain of his pushing inside with only spit as lube. He spit on his cock again and forced it in further, then he started to slide slowly in and out. His precum and the spit started to provide natural lube, so the pain subsided travesti istanbul and began to give way to pleasure. He set a rhythm fucking in and out and now I struggled not to moan with enjoyment. I was usually a loud bottom, but Nathan kept his hand across my mouth. I heard someone come into the bathroom, and I froze, but Nathan didn’t stop. He just kept pumping in and out. I heard the footsteps go to a urinal, the sound of piss, the guy stepping away, and a flush. We were alone again, and I relaxed. Nathan picked up his pace a little. He took his hand off my mouth and grabbed me powerfully around the chest, pounding himself hard into my ass, making a smacking sound that echoed a little in the room. He pounded me again and again, then with a little grunt he unloaded inside me. “Take my nut, prof,” he whispered in my ear. He thrust again, then pulled out. “That’s my good bitch,” he said. He pulled up his pants, unlocked the stall door, then walked out without another word. I stood there for a second, with my pants still around my ankles, half-pissed at Nathan having forced me into dangerous sex again, half turned on. I realized that I was still hard as a rock, so I locked the stall door again and sat on the stool to squeeze one out. I could still feel Nathan in my ass, and I gave into the sensation and started to give into the pleasure of jerking my cock. I almost wasn’t conscious when someone went into the next stall, but then I noticed them tapping their foot in a sign I recognized as signaling interest. What the fuck, I thought, giving into my lust. I tapped back. They put their hand under the stall, motioning for me to come over. I got off the toilet and scooted over to the stall wall. I slid down to my knees and they reached over and started to jerk me. I scooted under the wall a little, so that they could get a better grip, but then I felt the warm wet feeling of a mouth engulf my rod. Damn, it felt amazing, and the danger of getting caught made it extra hot. I could only catch the slightest glimpse of whoever was sucking me. From what I could see of the top of his head, it looked like a young white kid. He sucked me enthusiastically for a minute, and I was close. “I’m gonna shoot,” I said. He pulled off and jerked my cock a few times until I shot a nice load all over the tile floor. I slid back under the stall and stood up. “Thanks,” I said. I pulled my shorts back up, unlocked the stall, and headed out. Damn, I thought, what have I become? I had been working out at the gym for a couple of months but had no idea the bathroom was a cruising site. Even if I had known, though, I would never have taken advantage of it before, not there in the college gym. But now, I was just getting it on with students left and right. I was half ashamed at my behavior, and half turned on. I packed up my work clothes in my backpack, and as I walked out of the gym and back home, I realized that the half of me that was turned on by my naughty behavior was much more powerful than the ashamed half, so I figured I would probably try to take advantage of the bathroom stalls again sometime. I was a natural born slut, after all, I told myself.

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