This never happened. Total fiction. Fake names...But REAL fantasy ;)
The scene takes place in between the first and second Fred stories...
During my time in tech school, Professor David Geladas was a strong willed, confident, intelligent, soft bodied middle aged man who commanded respect. His lightning fast wit and sarcasm were deadly weapons capable of eviscerating anyone foolish enough to try engaging him in verbal fisticuffs. I was in awe of his powers and intimidated by his intellect, and I had nothing but the utmost respect for him.
He also happened to be gay.
I had breakfast with him in the cafeteria once and some of the other students chided me for it, but I ignored their immaturity and enjoyed our innocuous conversation.
He lived in the West Village and was very good at pool, so one day after class he came up to me and asked me if i played pool also, and I told him I did but I wasn't very good at it. He then asked me if I wanted to meet him at a bar in The West Village that had a pool table so we could shoot and he would show me a few pointers.
I agreed, so on a Saturday night, I met him and he bought me a beer and we began shooting. The bar was mostly empty except for a few guys sitting at the bar and I could tell that it was a gay bar. That didn't matter though, because I was having a good time and Professor Geladas was showing me a lot of genuinely good pool shooting tips.
After a couple of hours I had had a few beers and was tipsy, and I began to feel a different kind of closeness to him; he kept looking at me with this knowing expression on his face, like he had me locked in. He still had his confident demeanor though and I noticed that he had nursed one drink all evening.
He asked me if I had any questions about tech related topics and his class in particular. I thought about it and said I did, so he proposed that we go to his apartment for an informal tutoring session. I figured that would be fine and I didn't think much of it until I noticed the bartender smiling knowingly at me as we walked out. We walked around the corner to his building and then I got another look, this time from the doorman. Then walked to the elevator, which we took in silence.
His apartment was immaculate as I expected it would be and there were papers in neat stacks on his kitchen table that he was in the process of grading. He told me to have a seat and asked me if I wanted anything but I declined and he shrugged, sat next to me, and we began going over some class work.
His hip was pressing against mine while we sat, and the apartment was silent except for our talking. After about a half hour, he suggested we take a break and he showed me around the apartment and stopped in the bedroom.
Then he told me to have a seat on the bed and when I did, he sat next to me and looked at me directly. He told me very frankly that he was attracted to me and that he wanted to have sex with me, but if I didn't want to that it was fine and understandable and that he would do his part to keep the whole conversation between us, but the night would be over. He also mentioned jokingly how inappropriate his proposition was considering how we were Professor and student, but in this case, it was the weekend and now we were just two adults spending time together.
I was shocked by how forward he was and by how I was suddenly attractive to gay men since my experience with Fred had happened only a few weeks prior.
After a minute of awkward silence he stood up and told me to think about it while he went to the bathroom. I figured that since I had already done this with Fred and it was actually really good, why not Professor Geladas too, so when he came back in, he asked me if I was going to stay or go.
I looked up at him and nodded, nervously saying that I would stay. He smiled and said "great!" but I quickly clarified that I wouldn't kiss him or perform oral or have it done to me, all I wanted was to be the bottom. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and chuckled but then shrugged and said "ok" and that was mostly what he had in mind anyway.
Then I told him to go to the bathroom to piss and wash up first. Once again, I had to ask myself in the mirror if this was what I really wanted to do and the alcohol plus the memory of my enjoyable experience with Fred gave me the confidence to proceed with Professor Geladas. So I washed my ass with soap and water and cleaned up down in there as much as I could, then I took a piss and went back to the bedroom.
He was sitting there on the edge of the bed waiting for me with his cheerful expression and asked "well? Are we all spic and span?" I just smirked nervously and nodded while standing in front of him. Then in a softer voice, he told me to take my clothes off and watched as I stripped.
I felt the warm air of the room all over my exposed body and I saw him staring intently at my ass as I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. He kept his smile on his face and then told me to turn around and he chuckled when he saw my penis, which was shrunken due to nerves.
He commented that he figured that I was just nervous and to not worry about my size, although I had some of the biggest balls he had ever seen. I felt so exposed and submissive as he ordered me around with the utmost confidence, and then he tossed me a small tube of lube and told me to prep my anus while he disrobed.
This was different from Fred in that Fred prepped my asshole himself, but I just shrugged and squeezed a small amount onto my finger and then reached back and smeared it all over my asshole and around it while massaging some into the actual hole.
