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Subject: Pounding the Prof, Part 4 Pounding the Prof, Part 4 If you are financially able to do so, please consider donating to Nifty to keep this amazing resource going! fty/donate.html ************************************* Nathan — the student who had just spent two hours fucking me and pumping three loads up my ass — had just left, and I was laying in bed jerking off. I was on the verge of pumping out my own third load of the day, but there was a knock again, a little bit louder. I got out of bed. I reached in my drawer and grabbed a pair of sweats and pulled them on. The knock came again. I rushed out to the front door, thinking that it was probably Nathan coming back. Maybe he’d forgotten something? When I opened up, I saw that it was not Nathan. It was a young black guy in a t-shirt and shorts and big basketball shoes. I knew immediately that it was the other guy from Saturday night. I recognized him as the black guy in my class, the one I’d thought he probably was. “Yo, can I come in?” he said and pushed past me into my apartment. I realized that I had just been standing there, stupidly staring. I shut the door and followed him. He stopped in my living room, standing there awkwardly for a minute. “Um,” he said. “I, uh, I was here the other night. I, um, tried to hit you up on Grindr, but you weren’t online.” He was shifting from one foot to the other, looking down, seeming nervous. Here was this big guy, probably six foot two, muscular and lean, handsome as could be, but feeling so shy. This was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. “Didn’t know how to get in touch. So I just came over.” He looked up at me and then gave a shy smile that melted my heart. “I wondered if you wanted to play again,” he said and, suddenly getting his confidence back, he grabbed his crotch and gave me a lustful look. I looked at him and saw that his cock was clearly visible in his shorts and was growing. He was obviously not wearing any underwear, and the cock was starting to snake down his leg. I hadn’t said a word yet. “Dude,” I finally said, “It’s after 11. Do you usually knock on doors this late?” It sounded kind of harsh, but I smiled a little, so he knew I wasn’t too serious. “Nah,” he said. “But I was horny and thinking about how tight your ass was, and istanbul travesti my dorm is right nearby.” He took a step toward me. “I wanna fuck you again,” he said, with an emphasis on the word fuck that made me catch my breath. I was tired. I had just been fucked for two hours. My ass was already full of cum. But, hell, this guy was hot. He seemed younger and less mature than Nathan. I would guess that Nathan was maybe a junior, but this guy couldn’t have been more than a freshman. But his mix of shyness and cockiness was really sexy to me. And from what I could see of it, his body was amazing. And his full lips and sparkling eyes made me want to kiss him. He gave me his sexy smile again, hooked his thumbs in his shorts, and slowly pulled them down until his hardening cock popped out. “You know you want this,” he said. And I did. I took a step forward and got down on my knees. I picked his cock up and licked the tip gently, and he shuddered. Then I took the head in my mouth. He moaned as I slowly engulfed his rod. He was long, but his cock wasn’t too thick, so I easily pushed it down my throat until his balls were resting on my chin. “Damn!” he whispered. I pulled up until just the tip was in my mouth then plunged back down to swallow the whole thing. I did this move again and again, impressed that I didn’t even gag, but his cock just slid perfectly down my throat. He had big balls that bounced against my chin each time I swallowed him. He grabbed my head and started pumping into my mouth, moving his hips like he was fucking. Then he let go of my head and ran his hand down my back to my ass, grabbed my ass cheek, and started teasing my hole with his finger – my favorite move! He stood back up and reached to pull me up. “I wanna fuck you, prof,” he said. I stood up and looked him in the eyes. Standing this close to him, I caught a slight smell of pot on him, and I figured he must have been smoking, which is what got him in the mood to come over. He looked longingly in my eyes, and I put my hand behind his head and pulled him to me until our lips met. His hair was cut short, tight against his head, and I ran my hand gently across it. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue into his, and he fought back with his tongue. There was istanbul travestileri the slight taste of pot on his breath, but I liked it. He took my head in his hands and kissed me back with passion. Then he ran his hands down my bare back and reached under my sweats to grab my ass with both hands and squeezed. He pushed his now completely hard cock against my body. I pulled his shirt up and over his head, and he slid his shorts the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. I took a step back to take him in, standing there in nothing but his bright red basketball shoes, and he was truly divine. His skin was a beautiful chocolate color and flawless. He was lanky, looking like he was still growing into his body, but he had washboard abs and beautiful muscular arms. And his long, thin cock stood straight up against his belly. He smiled at me again, that magnetic smile. I stepped back and kissed him again. We stood there for probably ten minutes making out, kissing each other like we meant it, and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. He slipped my sweats down below my butt, and I pulled them the rest of the way off and stepped out of them. His hands held my butt as he slowly ground his hard cock against my belly. His finger found my hole and slid inside, making both of us moan. “I wanna be inside you,” he said. So I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. We stood at the edge of the bed and kissed for awhile longer. He kicked off his shoes. Then I lay back on the bed and pulled him on top of me. He put his weight on me, and we kept kissing as our bodies rubbed together. He broke off the kiss and lifted up my legs. I reached over and grabbed the lube off the bedside table and handed it to him. He poured some in his hand and rubbed his long cock with it. Then looking me deep in the eyes, he placed his cockhead against my hole and pushed. Not surprisingly, as much as I’d already been fucked that night, he slid right in. With one slow push he entered me until his cock met resistance. He pulled almost all the way out and slid back in, a little deeper. He was longer than Nathan, so it took a few times before he could get balls deep. “You’re nice and loose and wet,” he said. “I already got fucked tonight,” I admitted. That travesti istanbul seemed to turn him on. “Nice!” he said, and pumped a little harder. “Most guys can’t take me all the way,” he said. “You feel good,” I said. “YOU feel good,” he responded. He leaned down and kissed me. Lucky me, two tops in a row who liked to kiss! I loved the feeling of a guy with his cock buried deep in my ass while his tongue explores my mouth. He kept pumping in and out of me as we kissed, then he pulled up and held my legs straight up while he pushed in and out. He held me like that for a while, with my legs straight in the air while he used my ass. “Flip over,” he said. I turned over onto my stomach, and he immediately pulled me up onto all fours and started pounding me again. He went at me doggie style for awhile then pushed me down flat onto the bed and lay on top of me. He wrapped his arms tight around my body and pushed himself entirely into me. He craned his head around so that he could kiss me, and I turned my face up until our lips met. I was in heaven. He was reaching about as deep as anyone had ever reached, and the feeling of his muscular sweaty body rubbing against mine and his lips against my lips and his dick deep inside was almost too much. His dick was rubbing against my prostate again and again, and I felt a wave of orgasm sweep across my body. I didn’t cum — I was too spent for that — but if felt more amazing than cumming. His pace picked up and I just stayed in that altered state, my whole body tingling, as he grunted and started to shoot his load deep inside me. He must have shot ten times, each time driving his cock as deep inside as he could. Then he collapsed onto me, still holding me tight, still with his cock buried deep inside. We lay like that for awhile, then he slid out of me and rolled off to the side, still holding me. We slid up the bed a bit until our heads were on the pillows, him with his arms still wrapped around me, and we lay like that, just resting. After a little while, I realized the his breathing had slowed down. He had fallen asleep. I squirmed out of his arms and slipped out of the bed. I looked down at him lying there asleep. I wondered if I should wake him and send him home, but he looked so cute and innocent. That amazing athletic body laying there with his dick still big hanging down. I shrugged and pulled up the covers over him. Then I slipped into the bed and curled up against him. He stretched his arm back over me and pulled me against him, and in a minute, I too was asleep.

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