"Thanks for doing this, David," said the voice on the other end of the phone. "I owe you one. Everything happened at once and I didn't know what to do. The College wouldn't give the money to rent him something. Our French department is so small --just me and Edith. And I wouldn't dare send him to stay with her."
"You owe me a big one, Roger," replied David.
"We'll see about that when I get back there, Dave," Roger laughed. "I've got you a really big one waiting for you. Thanks again, buddy."
"Anytime, and give my love and regards to Christopher. Talk to you later, Rog."
David hung up and sat back in his office chair. What had he gotten himself into by agreeing to do this for his friend Roger, head of the French language department. His friend had to take a leave of absence and had gotten an acquaintance from France teaching at a university in Montreal to take his place with college approval. David had promised to let the visiting professor stay with him. David had planned a big party, but that was now on hold with this guy coming to stay for the next few months.
David rolled out of bed on Saturday in order to drive to the airport to pick up the new professor. He looked back at the bed and smiled at the two beautiful boys, their arms and legs entwined as they slept. He had just introduced Latin Nick to blonde Charlie, and David loved the contrast between their beautiful young muscled bodies. He loved to watch Nick's dark cock pounding Charlie's blond-fuzz covered ass. And nothing got him harder than Charlie on his knees sucking Nick's thick brown cock.
They had such a long fuck session last night he thought he might well oversleep. He fell asleep after he came, but the boys were still slowly fucking. He had cum across Nick's face, drops of cum falling onto Charlie's neck and shoulders. The last thing he remembered was Nick nibbling the back of Charlie's neck, his hand over the blond's red-lipped mouth to keep him from moaning or yelling too loud. The rhythm of Nick slowly pounding Charlie's tight ass had lulled David softly to sleep.
He knew he needed to get on the road, but the boys cocks were half-hard with morning wood and lolling against each other like a yin/yang symbol. He couldn't resist leaning in and running his tongue over both their hefty cocks. The musky salty rankness filled his nostrils as he grabbed them both in his hands and ran his tongue over the two cockheads. David's own cock pushed into the cool cotton sheets leaving a fresh wet trail of precum as he feasted on their thick young cocks - deepthroating them both in turn.
All he could think about was having both those fat pricks together in his daddy hole stretching him until his ass gaped open. Suddenly he felt hands on his head pushing him roughly further onto Nick's dark cock. He glanced up to see that Charlie and Nick each had a hand on his head, forcing the cock further down his gullet. Charlie shifted a bit and started pushing his cock between the older man's lips too. David gurgled as Charlie slid his cock beside Nick's, pushing David's mouth to its limits. David tried to push away, but the hands wouldn't let him. Before he knew it, his mouth was filled with two hot loads. The creamy loads dripped out of his mouth and down his chin. Nick pulled his cock out first, droplets of cum wiped across David's hairy cheek. Nick reached for Charlie's cock, he pushed on David's forehead pushing him backward as he leaned down and ran his own tongue over Charlie's dripping cockhead. Nick sank his lips over the head of the blond's cock creating a suction that made a popping sound as he pulled off of it. Both boys leaned over and gave David a messy kiss, cum smearing over lips, cheeks, and noses.
David slid off the bed and wiped his face on the corner of a sheet. He ran to the bathroom before getting dressed and donning a ball cap. He noticed the boys were making out and tickling each other as he left the bedroom. Fuck he wanted to stay, he thought as he walked out into the warm sunshine to his car.
By the time he got the airport, the visiting professor's plane had landed. As matter of fact, it had been early. David just waited at the lounge near the gate, figuring the guy had gone for some coffee or something. After about twenty-minutes David decided to call, but remembered he had left the number on his desk at home. He had the guy paged and waited. Finally, after almost two hours, he decided to just head back home.
He noticed a strange car parked at his house. He walked inside and Charlie bounded up to him wearing a t-shirt and some loose gym shorts.
"You've got a visitor, some middle-aged rude guy," he said in a whisper. "He's in the kitchen..." he paused for a second, then continued, "and he's making himself quite at home."
Nick walked up to them from the direction of the kitchen and gave David and Charlie both a peck on the cheek. He was dressed like Charlie.
"Who the fuck is that hijo de puta -- son of a bitch-- in the kitchen? Qué cabrón --what a bastard!"
"He's the bastard who's going to be staying here for awhile. Remember me telling you both? So behave. And he's not old...early forties, maybe younger," David told them in a soft growl.
"Okay, we're off to meet Gio and Skye," Charlie said as he and Nick patted David on the shoulders. "Go play with your old friend, old man." They were laughing as they left.
"Be careful," David said as the door shut.
He didn't even want to imagine what those four were going to get up to together. Whatever they were doing was probably way more fun that what he'd have to deal with here --some old grouchy snooty French professor. David sucked in a deep breath and walked to the kitchen.
David was completely taken aback when he walked into the kitchen.
Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in his hand was the new professor. He saw David walk into the room and he raised a finger to David as he finished his sip of tea. He sat down his cup, wiped his hand on a napkin, and stood up, his hand outstretched.
"Bonjour, monsiuer, or do you prefer ' professeur'?" the man asked.
"Just call me David," he answered, reaching out and shaking the muscular tanned hand offered to him.
"I'm Lui Moreau, you may call me 'Lui'," he informed David.
David smiled, hoping his wide eyes didn't disclose his shock upon meeting this incredibly handsome man standing in his kitchen. David knew the man was older, but he could have passed for early thirties, maybe younger.
Lui Moreau was about David's height. His wide shoulders tapered down to a tight waist, his clothes very stylish and tailored to his perfect body. With his piercing dark eyes, scruff-bearded strong jaw, and deep olive complexion, he looked more like a male model than a college professor.
Lui sat back down, motioning for David to sit with him.
"Those ill-mannered young men tried to get me to drink some instant coffee. I prefer tea. It is a glorious habit I developed in London while young. I found this teapot. I brought my own tea that I purchased on the layover in New York."
"That's my grandmother's antique teapot that she brought over from..."
"Well, then she'd be delighted someone was enjoying it," Lui interrupted. "Anyway, Davide," Lui said, giving a French twist to David's name, "I didn't want to wait at the airport, so I went ahead and rented a car. I should have made a few stops for provisions, but not knowing the town...I'll make a list of my requirements and one of those houseboys can fetch the lot."
