Ever since he had moved to the new college town to teach, David had had a hard time meeting guys. The move was about 100 miles from his old college, but it might as well have been a thousand. He had started to miss Charlie and all the other young guys who surrounded him at his old college.
He was an attractive guy. He worked hard to keep his body in good shape. He always got compliments on his thick muscular body covered in its dark thick hair. His broad muscled shoulders made him appear larger than life. He was never one to hide his body, he was proud of his good shape. He had always gotten compliments when he went jogging shirtless. He enjoyed the looks that hot young guys gave him when he would stop and mop the sweat from his naked torso; it helped him pull in guys from quite diverse backgrounds in the large college town.
He really missed Charlie most of all. He dreamed all the time about that twenty-five year old, straw-haired hunk with a tight tanned body. He had always loved to fuck Charlie's round firm ass. There was nothing like that young tightness gripping his cock.
Soon after he arrived, he was asked to temporarily take a colleague's evening class. He had a light class load himself and thought it'd give him a good chance to get acquainted with some of the students, giving him an idea of the campus vibe.
The first class was uneventful, with many of the students not showing up due to the news of the regular professor's accident. He dismissed the class early and told those present to inform their classmates that they would still be required to attend as the class wasn't cancelled. The class was almost full the next session. He took his place at the lectern, and his eyes went straight to the first row.
He saw sitting right in front of him one of the most beautiful guys he had ever seen. The young man was an older student around Charlie's age. His coal-black hair was buzzed on the sides and back and long on top, thick strands falling onto his forehead. His face had a bit of scruff covering it. His skin was a tanned olive color. His shirt was provocatively unbuttoned, revealing thick black chest hair on which rested a chain and a medallion. David figured he was about Charlie's size, but looking a bit more muscular. He figured the young man was Italian -or of some Mediterranean descent.
The young guy slouched in his seat, one arm hooked around the back of the chair, fidgeting with his pen. David's eyes traveled downward, but the desk obstructed his view of the guy's crotch.
David had a hard time concentrating, having the young man watching him with a wry smile while he lectured. David constantly tried to keep his eyes from wandering during the entire class period, avoiding looking at the handsome young hunk in the front row.
With a sense of relief, David finally dismissed the class. He turned to erase the whiteboard, and took a deep breath. He wondered how he was going to get through these class sessions. Halfway through the task, he thought he heard the last student leave. He gave a loud sigh, and looked around. He was startled by the presence of the young stud standing by his lectern.
"I didn't mean to startle you, professor," said the young hunk from the front row.
"No, it's okay. My mind was somewhere else."
"Can I give you a hand, professor?"
"Can I help you, young man?" David responded as he finished erasing and turned back to boy.
"Uhm, yeah, I was wondering if you knew someone I could get notes from the last class..." he asked, as he scratched the back of his neck which pulled up the front of his short shirt, revealing a tight hairy belly.
"Hmmm," David replied. "I don't really know; however, we can see next class. I'm not familiar with all the students here, as I'm rather new to the campus."
He wanted to kick himself for not offering the guy more help. He was completely stunned by the boy's black eyes, outlined by black lashes. He looked like he was wearing eyeliner they were so darkly lashed. The young man propped himself against the lectern.
"Professor Miller had promised to give me a project for extra credit. I really need it. Did she tell you about it by chance?" The boy reached into his shirt, which stretched and tightened around his body.
David looked at the boy, feeling his mouth begin to water thinking of his own hand caressing the boy's nipple. The boy had only scratched, but David's mind had taken a wild ride fantasizing about what could be possible. The boy was so damn hot.
"Well, she had sent me a folder of instructions. Come to my office, and we'll check on it."
The boy smiled, he almost thought he saw the boy wink as he turned to gather up his things from his seat. David gathered up his notes and then the two walked to his office.
As they left the lecture hall, David got a good close whiff of the boy. He had the smell of cedarwood and tobacco, mixed with that young smell of masculinity that guys his age sweated and oozed continuously. That smell was like a drug to David and he sucked it in.
The young man ran ahead and stopped at a water fountain. He bent down for a sip, his round ass poking out round and defined in his tight jeans. As he straightened back up, a few drops of water fell onto his chest. He wiped them into his hairy chest, flashing a big white-toothed grin at David who was a few steps behind him. David almost tripped over himself.
Everyone had gone home in the department. Most of the lights had been turned off, and most doors had been locked. David's cock began to harden as he thought about being alone in the building with the young man. He leaned into his office door, his cock rubbing against the door handle as he unlocked it. He asked the young man in as he quickly moved behind his desk to hide his growing bulge.
"Okay, let's see here," he said, as he leafed through a folder left to him by his colleague. "Here, I have a comment about extra credit for someone named 'Jijo Stoiko'...hmmm." He looked at the class roll. "But the only 'Stoiko' on the roll is Giovanni..."
"That's me. Professor Miller knows my mother. They all call me 'Jijo'," the boy interrupted. "My Nona Cara, my grandmother, called me 'Gigio'...she said it meant 'sweet little boy'. Everybody started calling me that, but couldn't spell it right. So it got written as 'J-i-j-o'...I prefer 'Joe' myself," he said, with a bashful boyish smile.
David looked up and smiled.
