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The Doctoral Student Part I The Doctoral Student I’d like to tell you about Tom, but I’m not quite sure how to begin. You see, I’m a student, a doctoral student in psychology, with an emphasis in counseling, and Tom is also a doctoral student in the same program, but he’s more interested in behavior. We are both students at UCLA, and did not know each other before the summer session last year. The first day of classes is always a little confusing, even at the doctoral level. Everyone who is in a doctoral program has to take a course called Research and Dissertation. I guess they want to make sure we all do it just the right way, they way they want it. Anyway, this class was held in a large lecture hall, and had about seventy-five students in it. The lecture hall held probably 200 students, so we hardly filled it up. No one had to sit next to anyone else, if they didn’t want to. I came in from the second floor entrance, which is actually the back of the lecture hall. It was just about time for the class to begin, and I could see people spread out all over the lecture hall. I headed down the stairs, and moved into the third row, where only one other student was sitting. He was slouched down in his seat, sun glasses still on, looking bored with the whole process. I wondered why no one else was sitting in this row, and when I had a chance to settle in and really look at him, I understood it. I was sitting in the seat at the end of the row, and Tom was sitting in the third seat, with an empty between us. When he sat up, I could see that he was very large. I mean, he was muscular and tall, and looked like a pro bodybuilder. I could hardly imagine such a person in a doctoral program, but hey, who was I to complain. He was wearing a very large black sweatshirt that had some kind of logo on the front, and a baggy pair of shorts. Cross-training shoes were on his feet, which also had no socks. He removed his sun glasses and glanced my way. His face had severe features. He had high cheek bones, a small dimple in his chin, and didn’t appear to smile much. He had very thick lips, the kind that could pleasure a cock or a cunt, depending on the persuasion. I knew where I’d like to see his lips land! His eyes were deep brown, the color of rich chocolate. His hair was cut short, but not hacked off, and he was obviously very tan. It appeared that his hairline was receding a little, but not so much that he was going bald. His sideburns were trimmed just at the top of his ears, and his nose seemed to fit his handsome face. Still, he didn’t smile, in fact, seemed to be frowning. The professor entered and the class was under way. For the most part, it was a bore, until we were given an exercise that involved interviewing. We were told to pair up with someone, given a list of questions, and told we were going to practice interviewing because we may well have to do that when we wrote our dissertation. I moved over a seat and said, “Hi. I guess we’re going to be partners.” “I guess,” he said noncommittally. “Okay, then, I guess I’ll start.” I looked at the questions, and wondered how this was going to be. I was already getting turned on just being next to this guy. If we were going to have to ask intimate questions, I might just have to excuse myself to go use the bathroom. “First question,” I started. “Name?” “Tom King,” He replied. “Number 2, what is your dissertation topic?” “It’s a study of human behavior relative to male and female bodybuilders and those who perceive them as freaks,” he said rather matter of factly. “Oh, I’ll bet that will be interesting,” I said, not wanting to sound too excited. “Question 3, How will you collect data?” “Well, I have collected quite a bit already. In case you couldn’t tell, I am a bodybuilder, and recently won the USA Nationals. and turned pro. I already have many interviews and even some video that will help, I’m sure.” “Um, well, what kinds of things have you found, so far?” I diverted from the form, because I wanted to know. “Oh, just that most people don’t understand competitive bodybuilding as a sport, that most people tend to shy away from people who are so big and bulky, and that there are still a lot of stereotypes out there.” He shifted his weight, and I could see how massive his calves were. “Well, I suppose the stereotypes die hard,” I suggested. “Yeah, some do, but some are more true than others,” he offered. “Like what?” I was peaked. “Well, most people believe bodybuilders are real show offs. You know, sort of narcissistic flashers who wnat to be naked on stage, show off their genitals, and let everyone know what studs they are. Really, many of them are quite shy, and are into the sport just for themselves.” “Wow, Tom, this is really interesting,” I said, feeling my erection shifting into overdrive. “And another thing.....the magazines try really hard to dispel the myth about homosexuality in the sport. But you know what? Bodybuilders are incredibly sexual, and seek action where ever they can find it. In the gym, in the locker room, in the showers. It is rampant, and probably as many as 80 percent of the male bodybuilders are either gay or bi. When you get a contract with a magazine or a supplement company, they try to control your image. So, you have to be with women all the time, or get married like I did. Trouble is, you’re fighting a losing battle.” The professor spoke up and told us the class was over, that we could finish our interviews next time. I looked over at Tom, and wanted to know more. “Hey, can we finish this, or at least continue talking?” I asked. “Sure, my room is over at Allen Hall. You want to come over?” I jumped at the chance. When he got up out of his seat, I realized just how huge Tom really was. He stood in the aisle, kind of unfolding his body. A immense vein came from somewhere inside his shorts, and ran all the way down into his shoes. It was the same on both legs. His shorts looked baggy when he was sitting, but when he stood, his huge quads filled the pant legs. He was over six feet tall, and absolutely perfect in every way. He led me across campus to his dorm room. I was clearly aware of the way people were staring at him. I wondered why someone would purposely do such a thing to their body, building it to such huge proportions that people always stared. I also wondered what he had meant about the sexual appetites of bodybuilders, but was sure I would soon find out. I shivered a little at the thought of this huge man naked. We arrived at Tom’s room, which was a single suite meant for grad students. He has a study room with a computer, stereo system, recliner and love seat. His bedroom has a single bed and about 2000 pounds of weights. His bathroom resembled a disaster area. He’d obviously left in a hurry that morning. Canisters of supplements and vitamins cluttered the counter top. He closed the door, and turned the latch lock. I knew this was going to be great. I set my book bag down on the desk, and Tom dropped his gym bag next to it. I wanted to touch him in the worst way, but held off. He stripped off his sweatshirt. Muscles bulged everywhere. Veins popped out all over his body. He shook out his arms and rubbed his pecs in a circular manner. Then he threw his shirt on his bed and went into the bathroom. Now I want to tell you that I have had much experience with men, and have long known the joys of man-sex. But this awesome male was intimidating. I was hard and horny, but scared shitless at the same time. I looked around the room and saw many things that were trophies from his bodybuilding lifestyle. Photos were everywhere, of awesome men, of Tom, of Tom and a blond bodybuilder named Craig who beat him before his last contest, which he won. He and Craig did a photo shoot, and frankly, Tom was much more awesome than Craig. I wanted them to do an X-rated video, shower, workout, or whatever. I quietly pulled open his top desk drawer. There were several things in there, including a pack of condoms, some oils, tanning cream, and a couple of muscle mags. I knew I’d come to the right place this summer! “Hey Tom, hurry up,” I shouted. “I’ve got lots of work to do this afternoon. Let’s finish these interviews so I can get out of here.” The door of the bathroom opened and Tom stepped out. I gasped as I saw that he was completely naked, hung like a horse, and moving toward me. My dick, which had been taking some time off, sprang into action. Tom moved slowly across the room, totally in control of every muscle. I noticed, for the first time, a small tattoo on his left shoulder. It was an intricate design that looked like flowers and a snake. But when he got close, I could see that it was a stylized penis with balls and cum flying behind. You had to be close to see what it really was. Most people would not know. I stood and held out my hands as Tom’s chest got to where they were. I fingered his nipples, always hard and blood engorged. I was still fully clothed, but could feel Tom’s hardening dick against my legs. He wrapped his massive arms around me and ripped off my shirt. He pulled my head close to his, and started tongue whipping my mouth with his massive tongue. I reached down with my hands and cupped his balls. They were huge, hanging like a two hard pears. His cock was hard now, standing at full attention. I wanted Tom to stand back for just a second, so I pushed him away so I could see him. I was fumbling to undo my pants, and get a good look at the same time. He stood, relaxed in muscles, but pumped in his main man muscle. It must have been a good 11 inches long, and probably at least six in diameter. Whew, what a mouth full that would be. I got my slacks off over my raging dick, and went directly for Tom’s. While I knew that every other muscle of his body had been flexed and unflexed, and he’d worked them all quite well over the years, his love muscle had obviously not been neglected either. Into my mouth the glorious rod went. Clear salty liquid was already streaming out, as I went up and down, up and down. Tom’s legs were flexing hard, and I could see those two huge veins again. They did go all the way up, and looked like they ended just under his balls. I imagined them fueling his massive dick with blood as he rocked back and forth in my mouth. Just a few minutes more and Tom flexed his thighs tight and shot white hot cum into my mouth. And shot and shot, until I wasn’t sure he would stop. But he did, and I managed to get every drop. I kept a lip lock on his love muscle perhaps longer than he wanted me to, by I love to feel a dick soften in my mouth. His did, and when he withdrew it, he was finally smiling. I wasn’t sure if the smile was because of my expert blow job, or because he could see that I was ready for the same treatment. “Tom,” I said, “It’s really great to finally see you smile. What’s that all about?” “Oh, I think I’ve finally met my match, sexually,” he said, grinning. Woo! I’m his match, sexually! God, what does that mean? I could never hope to keep up with this muscular stud. Tom went down on the floor, and crept over to where I was now standing. He came at me with his massive hands. They were tan and veiny, and I knew they would bring me great pleasure. With his long fingers, he rubbed up and down on my ballooning cock. My cum was bubbling over already, but Tom put a clamp on my balls, and I knew it would be a while before I’d blow. With great dexterity, he placed both hands, facing down, fingers straight, on each side of my long, hard dick. Slowly, he pulled his straight fingers up, then down, until I erupted completely into his hands. He squeezed out every drop, and put it to his mouth, lapping up every bit. I was exhausted, and sat for a moment, just looking at Tom, now lying on his back on the floor. He was so huge, he filled the whole floor space, and resembled, in a way, an anatomy chart. His eyes were closed, and he was still licking his lips after draining my sperm bank! I was now naked, and decided to have a little fun. I went down on the floor next to Tom, eyes still closed. “Tom, keep your eyes closed, and I’ll pleasure you.” He put his arms behind his head. His 20 plus inch biceps flexed as he did this, and I was once more getting a hard on. I reached into his desk drawer, which I had checked out before, and pulled out some body oil, the kind they use when they are about to pose on stage, and a condom called “Humungous.” I checked to make sure it was latex, so the oil wouldn’t interfere. It was. I opened the package, and noted that it really was what the name said. Looks a little like a rubber glove, but without the finger holes. I took the squirt bottle of oil and squirted dabs on his pecs, abs, each leg, and of course, on the groin. His dick flinched when the oil hit it, but remained relatively flaccid, as much as eleven inches of well worked muscle can. As I rubbed the oil, I decided to give Tom a narrative. “Tom, I’m rubbing oil now on your pecs. They are hard and your nipples are sharp. The bottoms form a square shape, that goes back to your armpits. There is stubble here, a sign that you are probably quite hairy, but I know you have it removed to show off your glorious bod. Now I’m up on your massive delts. They are hard, striated, and huge. Your tattoo is grinning at me, and I know what it is.” He grinned a full grin and even let his teeth show. They were white, straight and perfect. What else? I rubbed down a little more, moving my ass over his lower abdomen. “Your abs are so firm. There is a deep valley that runs from your neck to your belly button, which of course, is an outy! I can count eight striations in your abs, more than most people ever show. I think you guys call this an eight pack.” Tom was smiling, and rubbing his lips, and when I turned around, his cock was standing straight and tall. “Oh, Tom, you are making me weak in the knees.” I stammered. I rubbed his dick just a little with the oil, and then stretched the condom and put it over the huge rod. It was tight, but it fit. I figured I’d get to his legs later. I put a little oil on the outside of the condom, and turned to face Tom. “Tom, open your eyes. I’m going to open my asshole and sit on your dick. I want you to enjoy this for all it’s worth.” I rubbed a little oil on my anal opening, but having had lots of experience doing this, it didn’t take much. Tom lifted his head, reaching for my abdomen, to help me locate his dick with my ass. As if fitting a dumbbell plate on a steel rod, Tom shoved me down on his dick. It didn’t hurt as much as it might have, and he was easy on me. Tom began slow gyrations, moving up and down, and in a circular manner, easing his dick in and out, slowly at first, building up to hurricane force, before rupturing his creamy white manhood into my ass. He went limp in body, but not in dick!. I sat there grinning. My dick was rough and ready, and he was looking at it, wondering where we’d go next. “Hey, stud, now it’s my turn. Roll over.” He did, of course, and I shot a little oil around his butt. His ass was pliable, in spite of the fact that he was so hard. I worked the oil into his ass muscles, and then into his hole. He was surprisingly tight for someone who seemed to have so much experience. I fumbled with a condom, not the humungous brand, but my own brand, ironically called “Hung,” and entered him carefully. He let out a little groan as I was fully in and then more of a groan as I worked back and forth. He raised his hips clumsily, and I slapped his ass, to get him back down. “Let me do all the work,” I said. “You just be the recipient.” Well, I guess he’d never been butt fucked before because he kept groaning, and moaning, acting like I was hurting him, which I didn’t think was possible. Finally I came, and let out a little stifled squeal. I pulled out quickly and turned him over. He had cum again on the floor while I was fucking him. “Tom, haven’t you ever been fucked before?” I asked. “Well, no.” He admitted. “You see, everyone is so intimidated by my size, that they only want to do a hand job or a blow job in the locker room or shower. Until you rode me just then with me in you, and then you in me, I’d never felt that before.” “Well, I can see why people are intimidated by your size. But hey, I can handle you. I think most men could, if they tried.” “You see, that’s what I mean.” he said. “Most people won’t even get to know me because they are so intimidated by my muscles and my size. They don’t want to get to know the real me.” “Sure.” I was speechless, but just for a minute. “Tom, can I ask you a personal, technical question?” “Yeah, is it about me or bodybuilding.” “It’s about posing. It’s something I’ve always wondered.” He smiled, “Sure, go ahead.” “Well, when you’re on stage posing, and you’re in one of those skimpy posing suits, don’t you worry that you’ll get an erection?” “Oh, I do, all the time. It’s just expected. It improves your score. Some of the judges are gay, or women, and they want to see erections up there. They call it the ‘basket score.’ That’s where I usually get the maximum points.” “I know, but don’t you worry that you’ll fall out of your suit or something? I mean, gee, that would be so humiliating.” “Hell no, the people would go nuts. It’s what they really want to see anyway. The IFBB just hasn’t admitted it yet! Some day nude bodybuilding competitions will happen, trust me.” He smiled and reached over and started massaging my cock and balls once more. I could tell it was going to be a long, hot summer, and I may not get much done on my dissertation. Oh well. I could always get an extension. On second thought, maybe Toms will be the only “extension” I’ll have time for this summer.