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After 19 years of marriage I found myself a divorced father of two with custody of my youngest daughter. My son was 18 and just about to start college and my daughter was 16 and in high school. My dear, self-centered ex-wife had decided she had gotten married too young (we were both 23 at the time) and she needed “space” and time for herself. She had no problem when our daughter said she’d rather live with me. Actually I think she was relieved: she was never much into “motherly things.” I, on the other hand, LOVED being a dad and spent most of my time with my kids as they were growing up. So, at the relatively young age of 42 I was single again. My career was secure, I made excellent money and for the first time since I was in college I was free to do pretty much as I pleased. And one of the things I was determined to do was explore my bi-sexual side. I’ve known practically my entire adult life that I’m attracted to men as well as women. When I was in college I had a brief affair with one of my college professors who at the time was married to another professor at my school. I worked for him as an assistant three nights a week in my senior year. He was in his early 40’s and extremely attractive, which not only interested me but made me feel uncomfortable too, because I wasn’t sure what these feelings I was experiencing were. He was a very “touchy-feely” type of guy. I’d be grading papers in his office and he’d come up behind me and give me neck rubs. He always stood or sat very close, allowing our bodies to touch. I would find myself practically jumping out of my skin every time he came near me. I’d leave his office feeling quite confused and find myself back in my dorm room jacking off while thinking of him. All the while this was happening I was engaged to my future wife and having a satisfying sex life with her. I began to fantasize the three of us having sex together. The thought of seeing my professor having sex with my fiancé would get my juices flowing. The thought of the three of us being naked together really got me hot and bothered. It just never occurred to me in the beginning that what I really wanted was to be naked and having sex with him alone. Until, of course, one warm spring night in his office when my wildest fantasies came true. I showed up at his office about 8:00 that night to grade papers that were due the next day. I didn’t know if he’d be in or not, but I had a key, so it didn’t matter. I had just come from the gymnasium where I played a pick-up game of basketball with some fraternity brothers. I just took a quick shower afterward and changed into a pair of shorts, a Tee and sandals. I should mention that by the time I was a senior in college, I’d reached my full height of six feet one inch. I weighed about 180 pounds and was in pretty good condition; not overly muscular, but tight and fit. I’m Italian and I have dark, wavy hair and my mother’s deep blue eyes. I have a lightly hairy chest and a bit of hair on my arms and legs. I attracted my share of attention from the women around campus. I let myself into his office, flipped on some lights and sat down on the sofa to read and grade some papers. I was only on the second one when the door opened and in walked the professor. He smiled and said he was glad to see I was hard at work. He nearly took my breath away: He was wearing a muscle tee, nylon jogging shorts and sneakers. His well-toned body was glistening with sweat. He said he was out jogging and saw the lights on in the office so he stopped by to see how I was coming along. I had never seen him dressed in anything other than either a suit and tie or casual business clothes. I knew he had a nice body, but I didn’t know it was as nice as the body I was looking at now! In my nervousness, I jumped up and scattered papers all over the floor. I immediately got down and began picking them up, mumbling an apology. He knelt down next to me and helped. He was laughing and told me not to worry about it. I told him he startled me and he apologized. When we had the papers all back in order he said the least he could do was stick around and help me, so I wasn’t here all night. He sat down with me on the sofa and, even though the sofa was at least 5 feet long, he sat right next to me and took half the papers to grade. Quietly, he began reading the first one. I found it impossible to concentrate. His bare thigh was inches from mine. It was lightly covered with hair, and quite thick and muscular, as were his calves. Even though he was sweating from the run he just took, he smelled really good, a combination of clean sweat and soap. I was starting to feel that stirring in my lower abdomen and couldn’t for the life of me make sense of what I was supposed to be reading! I was trying really hard to get back to the paper I was supposed to be grading when he asked me to look at the one he was doing. I looked over and he scooted even closer to me on the sofa. His body was now right up against mine. He was asking me something about the paper he was doing when he suddenly stopped and asked me if I was all right. I just made something up about being tense over an upcoming final I was having in a few days. He smiled and told me I should relax. He said I was the smartest student in the school and he was confident I’d ace the exam. Then he said what I really needed was a good neck and shoulder massage. He told me to get up. When I did he spread his legs open and told me to sit on the floor in front of him with my back against the sofa and he’d have me relaxed in no time. I hesitated for a moment and he laughed and said to sit down, he wasn’t going to bite me. At that, I laughed and did as he asked. He started gently massaging my neck. I have to admit he really knew how to manipulate tight muscles and I was tense, but not for the reasons I told him. As I sat there, I realized I was getting the beginning of a lump in my jockey shorts. He was working my neck muscles when he told me to lift my arms up and before I knew what was happening, he reach down and in one swift motion pulled my tee shirt over my head and off. He said he’d have better access to my shoulder blades and upper back that way. He asked me to lean forward a bit so he could get farther down my back. I did and he began to take his strong hands and massage my shoulder blades and down my spine toward the middle of my back. I was feeling really good at this point and beginning to relax, even though the “muscle” between my legs was the stiffest one of all! I was thinking that I couldn’t wait to get back to my room and JO. He told me to lean back again and when I did I realized he had moved forward on the sofa. The back of my body was pressed right up against his crotch. His thighs were up against the sides of my body. I was pressed against him and I wasn’t sure, but I thought I could feel him gently “pushing” against me. He asked how I was feeling and I told him much better, thanks to him. He stopped massaging my shoulders, but left his hands resting on me. He said he was glad to help anytime with any problem I may have. He slapped me gently on the back and told me I could get up. As I stood, facing away from him, I realized my jockeys were barely holding back my hard-on. I had a rather nice-sized lump in the front of my shorts that I didn’t want him to see. But my tee shirt was on the sofa next to him so I turned halfway around to get it. As I reached for it, I looked at him. He was smiling up at me and as my eyes dropped, I noticed his running shorts had a noticeable lump in them too. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his crotch and he saw me looking. We locked eyes and his dropped down to MY crotch, which was throbbing. “Looks like that little back massage has gotten us BOTH a little tense,” he said quietly. I turned beet red and started to stammer an apology. He stood up and put his hands on my shoulders. His face was about an inch from mine. Very quietly he said not to be embarrassed or worry about it. He told me he thought I was a very attractive guy and massaging my neck and back turned him on as much as it did me. I was looking down because I couldn’t face him and I explained that this had never happened to me before with another guy. I started to tell him I was engaged and getting married after graduation. He stopped me in mid-sentence and said he understood. He was married too, but realized a long time ago that some men, not all men, but some like me for instance stirred something in him sexually. He said he occasionally and very discreetly indulged in those feelings and if I was curious, he would love to show me the pleasures two men could bring each other. He said if I was uncomfortable with that, he’d understand and just hoped I wouldn’t say anything to anyone. Without looking up, I told him I’d never say a thing to anyone about this; I was too confused myself. He took his hand and put it under my chin. He slowly lifted my face toward his so that for the first time I was looking at him. At that moment he had the kindest, gentlest look in his eyes. He slowly smiled at me and I managed a smile back. He reached down and pulled his tee shirt over his head. Then he took mine out of my hand and dropped it to the floor. We were both standing there in shorts and shoes with bare chests, just inches from each other. He placed his hands on my chest and began to slowly rub up and down my torso. I felt shivers run through my body and an audible sigh escaped my lips. He told me he’d stop anytime I wanted him to. I think I realized right then and there that there’d be no stopping now. I looked at him and practically whispered, “Show me, please.” He walked over to his office door and locked it. He turned and told me to sit back on the sofa. He came halfway across the room and stopped at a chair. He put one foot up and untied his sneaker and pulled it and the sock off. Then he did the other. As I sat there watching he began to walk toward me again. He stopped just a few feet from the sofa and placed his thumbs inside the waistband of his nylon shorts. Slowly he started to push them down over his hips. It was as if it was happening in slow motion. I watched as the faint trail of hair from his chest to below his shorts began to reveal a dark patch of pubic hair. Then the base of his cock came into view and as he slid his shorts down his legs out popped his swollen dick. It was thick and cut. Not overly long, about six and a half inches. Underneath were a low hanging pair of furry balls. His cock stood straight out at me and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Wordlessly he knelt down in front of me. He reached down and removed my sandals from my feet. He ran his hands up my legs and thighs, stopping just short of reaching inside the legs of my shorts. He reached up and unsnapped the opening of my shorts and pulled the zipper down. You could see the top of my white jockeys. He put his hand on the waistband of my shorts and told me to lift my hips. As I did, he pulled my shorts down my legs and off. I was sitting there now in nothing but my jockeys with a raging hard-on very visible inside. He pulled closer and ran his hands over my chest, down my sides and thighs. Again, I shuddered all over uncontrollably. He told me I had a fantastic body as he ran his hands over my chest. He was so close now that his abdomen was pressing against my hard-on. He began to slowly lick my nipples and began to press his body against mine. Without thinking, I arched my body up to meet his, pressing my crotch against him in a grinding motion. As he began to suck on one of my nipples, for the first time I took my arms and wrapped them around his upper body to pull him closer to me. I think I began to moan, but I’m sure. His mouth left my nipple and his tongue made a trail down my stomach, stopping at my belly button to lick. It felt wonderful. I realized his hands were pulling my jockeys down and I lifted my hips to help. In one quick motion he had my underwear off and tossed aside. My cock sprang up and slapped me on the belly. I was about the same length as he was, not quite as thick, but cut and firm. I have a dark pubic patch and big fuzzy balls. He was sitting back on his haunches, hands on my thighs admiring my body. His smile told me he liked what he saw. Then he bent forward and his tongue brushed the underside of my cock. I began to twitch! He wrapped one of his hands around the base of my cock and pulled it toward his mouth. His lips circled the head of my cock as he slowly lowered his mouth onto me. I nearly let out a scream as his mouth swallowed my cock. He was pumping me with his hand and sucking on the head of my cock like a vacuum cleaner! I was in heaven. My girlfriend never much liked to give head and this was turning into the hottest blowjob I’d ever had in my life. I didn’t know how long I’d last under his expert movements. His other hand found my ball sac and began to massage my nuts. By now I was squirming underneath him and rolling my head back and forth moaning. His fingers reached under my balls and rubbed the spot just underneath. I began to grind my hips into his hand and mouth. His hand moved lower and brushed against my ass. I felt all tingly and instinctively opened my legs to give him better access. As he sucked and pumped my cock, his finger massaged my ass. I was lost in the sensations and didn’t realize when he took his hand away he was wetting his finger and placing it back against my hole. When he began to push his finger inside my ass I nearly saw stars! I heard myself moaning for him not to stop and felt myself pushing against his hand and mouth even harder. He had half my cock down his throat and his index finger was pushing inside my ass against my prostate. That did it! I started to moan that I was going to cum. I pushed my hips against his hand and ground myself against it. He began to finger me and suck harder. A second later I felt the first shot of cum leave my cock. I was shocked that he didn’t pull away. Instead he clamped down on my cock and took load after load of my cum in his mouth. My entire body was wracked in spasms as I came like I’d never cum before! Finally I stopped and he pulled his mouth away. I was shaking and weak but I looked down at him: he had the biggest grin I’ve ever seen as he licked his lips. He let go of my cock but still had his finger inside my ass. It felt great there and without realizing it I was moving back and forth on his hand. Slowly he pulled his finger out. I immediately felt empty. He stood up and I could see his cock was rigid as ever and leaking pre-cum. Without saying a word he pulled me up and over the sofa so that my knees where on the floor and my stomach was over the cushions. I was still in a fog when I felt his hands on my ass again. I just lay there trying to catch my breath when all of a sudden I felt his tongue on my ass! Electricity shot through me. He was licking around and inside my ass. No one had EVER done that before. It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I began to moan. I told him to put his finger inside me again. He leaned over my body with his and whispered in my ear that he had something better than his finger for me if I was ready. I would have said yes to anything at this point and I just nodded. He said he’d go slow and stop if I wanted. Without another word he began to lick and tongue my hole. Soon I was wet, moaning and wiggling underneath him. Then he sat back. I felt the head of his cock against my hole. I tensed and said I didn’t think I could take him, but he told me to relax and breathe deeply. He began to slowly apply pressure and push. I was sure he’d never get inside me, but before I knew what was happening I could feel myself begin to open up. Soon the head of his cock was inside me. It burned a little, but mostly it felt good. He pushed a little harder and this time I pushed back. About 3 inches of his cock slid inside me. I gasped and he stopped and gave me a minute to get used to it. I realized my cock was hard again and I felt fantastic. I pushed back against him and took another inch of cock. He laughed and said I was getting the hang of it. Without noticing, I suddenly felt his balls against my ass and realized his cock was completely inside me. I never felt anything like it before. He took a hold of my hips and began to gently rock back and forth, sliding his cock a bit further each time. Soon he had a steady rhythm going and I realized I was a virgin no longer. My hot-looking professor was fucking me and I was loving every second of it! I was squirming and moaning beneath him as he steadily fucked my ass! His breathing was coming in gasps now and he moaned that he wasn’t going to last long. He told me to squeeze my ass muscles and I did. He began to moan louder as he steadily pumped his cock in and out of me. My cock was rubbing between the sofa and me and I realized that I was going to cum soon again also. Before I knew it, my cock began to twitch beneath me and I moaned that I was cumming. I began to shoot all over my stomach and the sofa as he fucked me faster now. As I came my ass locked down on his cock. I could feel it swell inside me. He groaned and pulled back one last time. He squeezed my hips and he pushed forward. I felt his cock twitch and begin to shoot his load inside me. He lay across my back as he unloaded in my ass. I thought he’d never stop cumming and I could feel it begin to drip out of my ass and down my leg. Finally he collapsed across my body, his cock still inside me. As we caught our breath I could feel him getting softer until he finally slipped out of my ass. I was spent. He took me in his arms and placed a kiss on my lips. He asked if I was okay. I told him I was better than okay; I was great! He said he hoped we could continue this for a while. I said I’d like that very much. We continued our affair for my entire senior year. After graduation I got married. He came to my wedding. We realized our time was over, but we’ve remained friends over the years. I get Christmas cards from him and his wife every year. So that was how it all started for me. And now, at 42, I was single and free to explore that side of me again. And I intend on doing it! Please send comments to d_seaworthy@yahoo.com