Judson - Discharged Navy pilot studying mechanical engineering

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English is not my first language so pardon my grammatical mistakes.

I am doing my masters in a reputed US University in upper midwest after completing my under graduate in my home country. I also have some work experience on teaching. Hence, I got teaching scholarship to teach undergraduates on Thermodynamics. I am out only to my family and close friends and not any one at the University. I regular go to gym (rec center) in the evening to work out and be in a good shape. I was also able to afford a studio apartment where I lived alone without roommates.

I have a habit of staring at good looking guys at the gym when they are working out. I try my best to check them out when they are not looking. Spring semester was non-eventful. Had one night stands no serious relationship. No one from the gym though. Summer semester starts and I a particular hot hunk in the gym. He may be 5'11 or 6' tall, medium build, dark hair (either black or dark brown), chiseled face and easily be a Abercrombie Model. His body looked was toned and well maintained. Didn't see any veins protruding out, thought to myself and well balanced diet. He wasn't too white but neither was he tanned. His eyes were green. I clearly remember because he returned couple of my stares back. It took me off balance. I was distinctly aware of him every time I was in the gym. I had to pull myself not to look at him. His hamstrings, glutes and quad muscles were exceptional. I glanced at his bulge couple of times, sure he is packing either big balls or a thicker meat (note my imagination as of now).

After watching him for a month, I finally take courage to stalk him to the locker room. I knew where his locker was and made sure I kept my things closer so that I get a good view when he undresses. I went there nonchalantly but heart was pounding. I see in the corner of my eyes he takes off his t-shirt, his lats, his shoulders.. he had a perfect v shaped body. He passes me to grab a white towel from the rack, I can smell his musk, not sure what deodorant or cologne he was using, it perfectly mixed with his sweat, it was literally intoxicating. He goes over turns towards the locker and pulls down his shorts, his butt was chiseled and the sports underwear wrapped around them nicely. Oh God! the urge to go and touch them, the underwear was wet with his sweat. My hands were literally shaking now. I take off my clothes. I think he was side tracked by a text or something as he is still watching/doing something with his phone. I wrap my towel and about to head to the showers when his sports underwear comes down. What a sight!! I can't remove the image of his perfect chiseled butt cheeks. No zits or acne. They were smooth as baby bottom. What a lucky guy! WHAT A LUCKLY GAL WHO GETS TO PLAY OR TOUCH THEM!!

Unfortunately, it is a closed shower area, nothing to peek or see. I finish my shower back to my locker, I see him come long. He dried himself well. He pulled a fresh blue checkered Ralph Lauren boxers. Drops his towel and puts them on. I get a glimpse of his balls as he was not facing me. No view of his penis. I was disappointed. I put on my clothes, as he was about to leave he says "Have a good one" and in a moment he was gone. From that day onwards I kept my distance. Few more times I saw him in the locker, same experience. Only butt views which I didn't mind as each time my hand would shake in the anticipation of his front view.

Now, I have this serious crush on him. I do bit of sleuthing and find out that he is in the soccer team at the university. He is from a military family. He is a junior mechanical engineering student. Surprised that I didn't see him before. His name is Judson!

My Thermodynamics class start as normal. Most students were already seated and when I am about to start, lo and behold Judson walks in and sits on the top last row. He was wearing polo shirt and blue jeans. They were clinging to his body substantiating his muscles. I try my best not to look at him. I hope he doesn't recognize me as a stalker from the locker room. I made my mind not to visit gym anymore at the usual time. I can't risk being seen by him any more. Three weeks pass by and after one of my classes as I was wrapping up Judson comes over. He wants my help in solving a problem. He was wondering whether I can help him after our workout at the rec center. Oh, so he did notice me and remembers me! My heart stopped, hope he doesn't think I am a stalker. I definitely don't want to meet him at the locker. The thought of him coming over and talking to me in nude will be too much for me to bear. I said I am busy this week but we can meet over the weekend. I recommend a coffee shop nearby and the plan was to meet on Saturday morning. I went to gym in the morning knowing Judson will not be there. Saturday is here.

 

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I head over to Caribou coffee shop. Judson was already there, looks like he came straight from the gym. I can smell his deo and body wash. He was gleaming. He had already bought coffee for me, I had texted him that I like Cappuccino. He had a protein shake. He had a deep masculine voice but also felt there is some oddity. I couldn't point what it was. At one point while problem solving he struggles to articulate and clearly feels embarrassed. He cheeks are red. A hot athlete who looked super confident a moment ago was totally vulnerable. How badly I wanted to give him a hug. He must have seen my facial expression or something and also may be because I am a teacher though we are not that far off in age he opened up.

He is a child of a military family. All his siblings are in military. He joined Navy after science degree and went through 24 months of training. During a parachute solo jumping he had an accident and hit head, he was hospitalized for 6 months and needed some surgery. When he recovered he had trouble with some motion, perception and speech. He requested for discharge and decided to pursue mechanical engineering. He said most of his symptoms are gone except for his speech which shows up once in a while. We discuss more topics on Thermo Dynamics and we wrap up. He was appreciate and we shake hands, he was about to leave. I say " we should do this often". I added " I mean, I more than willing to help you in your studies, I don't much plans on Saturdays". For a moment he was surprised, then he smiles, it was a sunshine. He comes over and gives me a bear hug. His smell was intoxicating. I deliberate try my best not to hug him hard. Just like that he was gone. His body, smell and the smile, they kept playing back in my mind through out the weekend. I have to pull myself together, he is straight as they come and there is zero chance anything will happen between us. I should focus on our friendship so that I can get to see him more often and I can get over the crush. How I wish! Another 7 weeks pass. My crush was as strong as day one. I haven't seen him since in locker room yet. Meanwhile, I met his soccer buddies, his college flings (he didn't have serious relationship, he didn't want to impact his studies), all these encounters happened at the coffee shop. Neither of us have visited each others place yet. I didn't have the courage to invite him. He lived with his frat buddies and I told him that frat parties aren't my thing, though I got the invitation.

One weekend, he was out of town visiting his family. He said he will be gone for the entire next week. I felt comfortable to go to the gym at my usual time that week. On Friday, did my thing ogled at some good looking guys and was in the locker room. Judson was back in town! He was in the locker room in his white towel and was standing in the same aisle talking to one of the soccer players. My heart started pounding. No, No, NO.... this is not happening. I can't have a boner or nor can I blush. I have to figure out to get out without getting noticed. I go to steam room, then to sauna spend another 30mins and head back. Judson was no where to be found. I shower and dress up. Judson walks in from his workout. He smiles at me and comes over fist bumps me. He is now asking how my week was and I don't want to talk, I let him talk about what he did. He starts chatting and starts slowly undressing. My body starts to sweat. His t-shirt comes off, I hardly remember what he is saying, I am blindly nodding as of now. His shorts come off. I see that he has not grabbed a towel yet. His brilliant green eyes are looking straight at me and talking, here I am thinking how to look down at his bulge in sports underwear. I have to leave before I make a fool of myself. I tell him that I am late for an appointment and we can meet tomorrow for our class.

I was about grab my gym back ready to head out, his sports underwear come off. Not only my heart is pounding now, my hands were shaking, my body is sweating and I am sure I had some precum coming out. What a sight! What a man! A perfect human specimen! His muscles glistened every where as he moved to put his clothes into the bag and into the locker room. He didn't care I saw him. I need a separate paragraph to describe his magnificent machine down below! I say quick good bye and run out of the gym in my car. My brain is playing the memory video of the sight again and again. I need to jack off else I can't face him again.

The whole locker room incident play over again in my brain in slow motion. The white towel gets pulled down... more to come tomorrow...

Hope you guys are liking this.

 

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Still in my thoughts with a constant reminder of what I saw, I head back to my studio. Unpack my bag, put all my stuff in the laundry. Just saw an unfamiliar boxer shorts fell into the basket. I couldn't figure out where it came from. It took me a while, I was mortified! When Judson was putting his stuff away he had forgotten his pair of worn boxers still on the bench. He missed to notice it while chatting. I on the other hand extremely nervous while grabbing my bag and trying to put my last contents in, by accident put his boxers in my bag. I didn't realize. Since his back was facing me while putting the contents in the locker he didn't notice it either. But, I am sure he will be wondering what happened to them by now. There is no way I can return it. I am sure he doesn't remember me taking.

I slowly pick them from the laundry basket. It was his worn boxer before the gym. I can see some pee stains and either few pre-cum stains or cum remnants, not sure. Otherwise it looked like a clean boxer. My imagination runs wild as to what he could have been doing before he came to gym. I slowly bring the fabric to my face, I could smell his manly musk from his balls.

I lay the boxers on the pillow and lay on the bed on my stomach, rubbing against the bed. Soaking in the smell of his manly scent, I play my memory video of what I saw in the locker room. He had a perfect Adonis belt/Apollo's belt with a cutest belly button. 6 packs abs, he was cleanly shaved except for his groin area. It looked like he has trimmed them. Instead of a bush, I see medium patches of dark brown hair covering the base of his penis. It was a smooth flaccid circumcised penis, may be 4 to 5inch length with a pinkish head hanging down on top of his balls. It was a bigger base and narrow head type with the dick hole at the top. I loved this penis type, I feel they are cutest and good looking penis compared to other types. His balls were hanging behind the penis, didn't get a good look, but they were smooth and shiny, he didn't look hairy down there. I am playing this over and over in my head rubbing myself to the bed, his musk smell from the boxer filling my nostrils. Finally, I cum inside my underwear. Realized I am still wearing my clothes. I also feel bit ashamed that I am thinking about my friend and jerking off.

Over the weeks, I realized he is one of the sweetest guys I have met in my life. Slowly, I wonder why is he nice to me. I know I am helping him with his studies but I didn't think that was a big deal. He is smart and able to grasp ideas easily. Tomorrow will be different day for me. I don't know how I am going to face him. I open my email and see he has solved couple of problems in the chapter and is excited to show me the results. I also see he wants me to come over and watch his soccer game later in the evening. It is hitting me that I am falling head over heels to this guy. I wonder this is turning into one unhealthy relationship which I should figure out to stop. Still I am very excited to see him tomorrow, Saturday.

 

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English is not my first language so please pardon my grammatical mistakes.

As usual, I was not on time that day, I was extremely late. I messaged him apologizing that I will be late by 30mins. We could cancel if he wants and could plan for next week. He texted me back hoping he will see me at his soccer game in the evening. I wanted to say I can't make it but decided otherwise. I contacted my friend, more like an acquaintance from my home country to join me. Didn't want to go alone. He was happy to oblige. Meanwhile, I get a text from my close girl friend (bestie) that she is going to be in town the week after. I was super excited as I had someone to talk to about Judson. I wanted to tell her in person.

Evening we go over to watch his game. I was surprise, it was not an official University soccer team. It was more of a student club and he was playing as mid-fielder. Still there were a good amount people to watch. I observed that folks from Latin American and Europe were majorly represented. He looked hot in his soccer gear. His calves, thighs looked extremely fit and sturdy. I played soccer as a kid till 7th grade so I had idea on what was taking place. He was very good at controlling the ball and defending. The score was 3-1 and his team won. I observed a group of university girls and they run over to the players. I had not told my friend why I was there. I just told him I wanted to watch soccer. So, there was no point in waiting to see Judson will head over and talk to me. I didn't want head over and join the group of girls and other soccer players. I was intimidated. My friend wanted to have dinner as he was hungry, he wanted to go to a restaurant. I congratulate Judson on his win through the text and head out.

I was disappointed that I couldn't meet him. Later in the night I was back at my studio apartment couldn't help thinking about him. How I would have liked to touch his bulge through his soccer shorts. I had many crushes in the past but this one seems to be different. Most of my past crushes were short lived. I have to see him, Monday felt too late and in the class room the feeling is not the same with other students. Waiting for more than a week will be torture which I was not willing to bear. I texted him saying I can meet him on Sunday morning if he is available to go over this problem solving methods. Then, it flashed to me that he could be visiting Church as it was Sunday and it was typical of military families. I didn't get a text back even after an hour. I slept with his boxers next to me. His scent gave my company. I did see him in my dreams but didn't remember much.

In the morning, I made breakfast and coffee. Thought of messaging my bestie about her visit and pick up my phone. I was feeling melancholic of not seeing Judson and him not texting back. Super joyed when I picked up my phone. I saw he did respond back very early in the morning, may be the soccer guys were having party. He said he could meet me in the afternoon around 2pm if I am willing to come over. He is planning to kayak in the river upstream and then downstream. If I have the strength he said I can join him. I was over the moon. I didn't want to lose the opportunity and I felt I am fit to kayak. He said he will pick me up.

He comes over around 2pm in a jeep, handsome as ever with sun glasses, a t-shirt and shorts. His shorts were above knee and clearly exposed his quads. A kayak is mounted on the top of the jeep. He smiles and requests me to hop on. I was well prepared. It was nearly an hour drive. The jeep had a smell of his cologne. Momentarily I think about his boxers and blush, I look away. This was a bad idea. He starts chatting about how he likes to hike and be active. He wishes he could still go back to sky diving. He is planning to go to Colorado for hiking in the mountains after his test. I realize we were not meeting to discuss about this problem solving and results from the chapters. I reminded him we totally forgot about the topic of discussion. "Don't worry about it, we have plenty of time." with a smile. I apologize about not thinking about his Church timings when I messaged him. He looked surprised and he said he is not religious. Though his father is kind of conservative, his mother was not. Since both were in military, he mainly grew up with his maternal grand parents who happened to be university professors. His grand mother was health nut and he kind of is like her with his diet and exercise/yoga. He feels that is one of the reasons his body was able to recover from his accident. He thinks he is progressive and liberal. There is some kind of hope building up within me. Progressive? Progressive enough to date a guy. "I wish". I must have said loudly and he looks at me and asks what am I wishing for. I said I wished I had a kayak so that we could have raced. Hope he is not seeing me blushing.

We arrive at the site. The place looked very secluded, off the beaten path in the woods. Ours was the only jeep. We get down and dismount the kayak and carry it to the river. When we were about to get into the river, he says he wants to empty his bladder before we start. He goes over to a nearby tree, unzips and pulls out his penis. I can see his underwear band, (Ralph Lauren again) pulled out below by his right hand. Pee stream comes out. from the tip of the pink head. He was holding it with his left hand and I was on his right side towards the jeep. I had a full view. The thick base white in color with a narrow pink cone head, some of his pubic hair poking out on the top, it was a sight to remember (instead of standing with his back to me, he was actually standing side ways towards the tree, with his sunglasses, white t-shirt, unzipped shorts on the front). I felt a hard on coming. No, no.. I can't stare! What will he think. I quickly head to the jeep saying I forgot something. He was still peeing and I can still see him and his long shaft without him catching me. "How I wished to suck that cock and see it grow big". Luckily I was wearing a sports underwear and loose shorts. I could hide my hard on. Slowly the long pee stream turns smaller and finally into drips, he is now shaking his penis up and down to get the last remnants of pee out. He squeezes the pink head to get the last drip out. Then he thrusts it back into his underwear, he was zipping up. I deliberately look into my backpack as if I am searching for something. "Let us head out", he was calling me. We lock the jeep and place the Kayak in the river, wade through the water and get in with the oars.

 

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Since he is taller (he is 6', I am only 5'10"), stronger and more experienced he sits in the back. I sit in the front. He guides me to be on the edge of the river where the current is weak. Also, it wasn't a big river, more like a creek. We kayak for nearly an hour or less. First 45mins was all about how to paddle, where to go, what to watch out for etc., some idle chit chat. Then we were quiet for sometime. He was quieter than usual I thought.

"Do you do this more often?" I ask. I have kayaked in a lake when there were no winds. Upstream is really tough.

"Yes, I usually do single Kayak instead of tandem. I own a single Kayak. I borrowed this from a friend. You are doing well. I like being in the nature, it is cathartic. My Nana and Pa (his maternal grandparents) were hippies in the 70s. My Nana believed in being one with the mother earth. So, you can say I am strongly influenced by her. We spent lot of time outdoors. My parents were deployed overseas. so as kids it was tough to watch news. This was one of her way to keep us away from the TV and media. We pretty much spent our weekends and holidays in the woods camping, hiking, kayaking...". Then he chuckles and says "she had knack of finding spots where there were no cell phone connections. My sis had a tough time being away from the phone, me on the other hand didn't mind at all."

I in million years wouldn't have thought this guy being a hippie when I first saw him at the gym. May be his training in the Navy changed him.

"What made you to take up Navy Pilot?" I ask. I am struggling now to push forward, we have to take a break is what I thought.

"I was always fascinated with planes as a young kid and we used to visit Navy base a lot as my dad was stationed there. So, being a Navy pilot was my dream." There was sadness in the way he said it. I wondered whether his Nana approved him joining Navy. It felt contradictory to the hippie moment. I couldn't see him as I was sitting on the front. "My injury to the brain squashed my dream. One day I still want to go back, fly at least a Cessna. Let's go over to the beach over there." We see a patch of land on the side of the creek between the woods. I felt the only access to the spot is through the river. Totally secluded and no one around. We got down, pulled the Kayak to the beach. Though it was sunny, the woods created a nice shade over the spot. He had packed a bunch of towels, sandwich and water. I was glad to take a break. The nice breeze, the sound of the water flowing, chirping of the birds, it was serene. I see Judson has removed his t-shirt, still wearing this sunglasses lying on the towel with his hands behind the head. He must be napping, as I see his chest move up and down as he was breathing. At this moment, I felt like a teenage girl, wanted to go over and give him a kiss and lie on top of him.

 

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I must have dozed off, water flow and the gentle breeze through the woods were soothing. I open my eyes and check on Judson. He is no longer lying on the beach towel. Instead I see his sun glasses, t-shirts and shorts neatly folded. There is lump in my throat. Is he skinning dipping? His hippie upbringing makes him comfortable I think. But, I have never been nude outdoors. I slowly glance towards the water flow. He is in the deeper side of the water, he sees I am awake and starts swimming towards the shore. I do have a good body with little bit of body fat but not like the Roman Gladiator here.

"This is not happening", I am getting a hard on again. Ok, our friendship will be screwed. He is asking me to get in to the water. I take off my t-shirt and but keep my shorts on. They are anyway water proof. I try to hide my hard on and try to get in. The water came up to his pubes. I could see the Greek God's abs and belly button and dark patch of wet hair below. He chuckles "you have hard on!". I am extremely embarrassed. "Hey man, no big deal, I have seen lot of hard ons of buddies in school and college. It was very common during my wrestling days". he says. It made sense, his body resembled more of a wrestler type than a soccer player. Should I tell him that my hard on is as a result of him and not an accidental hard on. Coming closer to his naked body is making it extra hard. He is looking towards the woods where a bird was calling to check out. But, I am concentrated on his lips and face. May be Michael Angelo felt this when he saw David. "This is my go to place, it helps me to relax and recover. Ever since the injury I have been struggling with anxiety, irritability and depression. The water soothes me." The vulnerability in his beautiful place and his inviting thin lips and chiseled nose and cheek made me loose all sanity and control. There was silence not sure how long. Don't remember what he was thinking. All I could see were his beautiful lips. I move forward and kiss him. I realized my mistake, but on his part there was no hesitancy he was willingly kissing back on my lips. When I was about to pull myself back, he moves forward, pulls my head with his hand and kisses me further. I could feel the softness of his lips, his musky cologne mixed with river water, minty breath from mouthwash. I had not prepared for this, hope he doesn't think I have bad breath. I am slowly trying to pull away but he pull me back harder and he gently moves his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues touch softly. I open my eyes, his eyes were closed, I take the opportunity to feel his silky wet hair through my hands, gently bite on his lower lip. It was heaven. My heart was pounding. I could feel his chest against me. His dick was semi hard, I could feel it against my body but was not able to see it. The sensation was too much for me to bear and realize the reality of the situation.

A saboteur goes off in my head, "Oh he feels obligated to return the favor, you need to stop this madness. Poor guy is returning the affections so that you continue to help him, he sees you as a teacher, what makes you think you are special for him to return your affections back, what you did was a sexual assault without his consent". I always had a low esteem. All logic was thrown out the door, my mind stops thinking and want to get away from the situation. I push myself off of him and head to the beach, grab the towel to dry myself and put on my t-shirt and shorts "I would like to head back please, if you don't mind. I am really sorry for what happened just now. I also would prefer not to talk about this on our way back to keep our friendship. Please respect my wishes and privacy". I am not looking at him. Wish he had said something to soothe my nerves. His lack of response bothered me a lot. I can hear him drying himself with the towel and putting his clothes back on. "Can you at least please eat and drink before we head back?" He was expressionless but I could sense he was bit worried or did I imagine embarrassment? Some of these thoughts came up when I was back at my studio "I have met couple of his girlfriends and they more like friends with benefits. I have met his soccer buddies but none of them he introduced as fuck buddies. Could he be 'bi'?" but unfortunately at that moment at the beach all I could think of was get away. I felt ashamed of my own selfish behavior and having put our friendship in an awkward situation.

We finish eating and get into the Kayak. Downstream kayaking was easier and we were back at the jeep in less than half an hour. We hardly talked, it was mainly him guiding again. I had Bose noise cancellation headphones in my backpack, I put them on and switch on the music. I was extremely rude unfortunately my mind was unable to think. I even didn't know how to move forward from this. May be he will realize that this was a mistake and thinks I sexually violated him without his consent. I was worried about the repercussions on my career and future in the country. We drive in silence, I see he is involved in his own thoughts to pay attention to me. We reach my studio. As I was about to grab my things he says "this was a mistake. I apologize for planning this trip. I hope this doesn't jeopardize our friendship." There was deep disappointment inside me. I was not sure what I wanted him to say. I said "I agree", get off the jeep and head back into my studio apartment. I was on the verge of crying now. I didn't want to look at him.

I keep replaying what happened at the beach. I could still feel my heart pounding. His moist lips and his musk smell, softness of his tongue, the feel of his semi hard meat. I am not able to get them off my mind. It dawned to me at that time, there was no way to know who kissed whom first. Could he have tried to kiss me as well at the same time? "Stop day dreaming, hope he doesn't press charges against you". I make myself dinner and was super tired from kayaking. I was able to eventually doze off though my mind was racing with various thoughts.

 

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I must have dozed off, water flow and the gentle breeze through the woods were soothing. I open my eyes and check on Judson. He is no longer lying on the beach towel. Instead I see his sun glasses, t-shirts and shorts neatly folded. There is lump in my throat. Is he skinning dipping? His hippie upbringing makes him comfortable I think. But, I have never been nude outdoors. I slowly glance towards the water flow. He is in the deeper side of the water, he sees I am awake and starts swimming towards the shore. I do have a good body with little bit of body fat but not like the Roman Gladiator here.

"This is not happening", I am getting a hard on again. Ok, our friendship will be screwed. He is asking me to get in to the water. I take off my t-shirt and but keep my shorts on. They are anyway water proof. I try to hide my hard on and try to get in. The water came up to his pubes. I could see the Greek God's abs and belly button and dark patch of wet hair below. He chuckles "you have hard on!". I am extremely embarrassed. "Hey man, no big deal, I have seen lot of hard ons of buddies in school and college. It was very common during my wrestling days". he says. It made sense, his body resembled more of a wrestler type than a soccer player. Should I tell him that my hard on is as a result of him and not an accidental hard on. Coming closer to his naked body is making it extra hard. He is looking towards the woods where a bird was calling to check out. But, I am concentrated on his lips and face. May be Michael Angelo felt this when he saw David. "This is my go to place, it helps me to relax and recover. Ever since the injury I have been struggling with anxiety, irritability and depression. The water soothes me." The vulnerability in his beautiful place and his inviting thin lips and chiseled nose and cheek made me loose all sanity and control. There was silence not sure how long. Don't remember what he was thinking. All I could see were his beautiful lips. I move forward and kiss him. I realized my mistake, but on his part there was no hesitancy he was willingly kissing back on my lips. When I was about to pull myself back, he moves forward, pulls my head with his hand and kisses me further. I could feel the softness of his lips, his musky cologne mixed with river water, minty breath from mouthwash. I had not prepared for this, hope he doesn't think I have bad breath. I am slowly trying to pull away but he pull me back harder and he gently moves his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues touch softly. I open my eyes, his eyes were closed, I take the opportunity to feel his silky wet hair through my hands, gently bite on his lower lip. It was heaven. My heart was pounding. I could feel his chest against me. His dick was semi hard, I could feel it against my body but was not able to see it. The sensation was too much for me to bear and realize the reality of the situation.

A saboteur goes off in my head, "Oh he feels obligated to return the favor, you need to stop this madness. Poor guy is returning the affections so that you continue to help him, he sees you as a teacher, what makes you think you are special for him to return your affections back, what you did was a sexual assault without his consent". I always had a low esteem. All logic was thrown out the door, my mind stops thinking and want to get away from the situation. I push myself off of him and head to the beach, grab the towel to dry myself and put on my t-shirt and shorts "I would like to head back please, if you don't mind. I am really sorry for what happened just now. I also would prefer not to talk about this on our way back to keep our friendship. Please respect my wishes and privacy". I am not looking at him. Wish he had said something to soothe my nerves. His lack of response bothered me a lot. I can hear him drying himself with the towel and putting his clothes back on. "Can you at least please eat and drink before we head back?" He was expressionless but I could sense he was bit worried or did I imagine embarrassment? Some of these thoughts came up when I was back at my studio "I have met couple of his girlfriends and they more like friends with benefits. I have met his soccer buddies but none of them he introduced as fuck buddies. Could he be 'bi'?" but unfortunately at that moment at the beach all I could think of was get away. I felt ashamed of my own selfish behavior and having put our friendship in an awkward situation.

We finish eating and get into the Kayak. Downstream kayaking was easier and we were back at the jeep in less than half an hour. We hardly talked, it was mainly him guiding again. I had Bose noise cancellation headphones in my backpack, I put them on and switch on the music. I was extremely rude unfortunately my mind was unable to think. I even didn't know how to move forward from this. May be he will realize that this was a mistake and thinks I sexually violated him without his consent. I was worried about the repercussions on my career and future in the country. We drive in silence, I see he is involved in his own thoughts to pay attention to me. We reach my studio. As I was about to grab my things he says "this was a mistake. I apologize for planning this trip. I hope this doesn't jeopardize our friendship." There was deep disappointment inside me. I was not sure what I wanted him to say. I said "I agree", get off the jeep and head back into my studio apartment. I was on the verge of crying now. I didn't want to look at him.

I keep replaying what happened at the beach. I could still feel my heart pounding. His moist lips and his musk smell, softness of his tongue, the feel of his semi hard meat. I am not able to get them off my mind. It dawned to me at that time, there was no way to know who kissed whom first. Could he have tried to kiss me as well at the same time? "Stop day dreaming, hope he doesn't press charges against you". I make myself dinner and was super tired from kayaking. I was able to eventually doze off though my mind was racing with various thoughts.

We need more

 

[gus6205]

We need more

You need to get them back together & make the teller become the aggressor in this relationship.

 

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Sorry, been busy. Will get to the next chapters in a day or two.

 

[17264491]

English is not my first language so pardon my grammatical mistakes.

For English being your second language, you do better than many that have English as their only language.

Very well written and easy to follow.

 

[jence77]

Sorry, been busy. Will get to the next chapters in a day or two.

Thanks!

 

[Immaginazione]

NEXT CHAPTER...

I am back in the class the following week. I am extremely self conscious. As I am teaching I tried my best not to look at where Judson sits. Then somehow I got lost teaching that I didn't pay much attention and forgot about him for half an hour. At the end of the session, I glanced at the direction where he sits. Alas! he was not there. It did bother me a bit. Hope our interaction didn't cause this. The week passes by and no sign of Judson. No messages from him either about meeting over the weekend for problem solving. But, he kept coming up in my dreams either dressed or undressed. Some were quite vivid.

My best friend was in town for two weeks. Having her really helped in taking my mind off for another week from Judson. Two weeks since I last saw him. I took her around the town, went to couple of broadway plays and drag shows. The following weekend to keep my mind off of him she dragged me to gay bar. Typically, I don't visit gay bars as I am extremely shy. May be because I was with my best friend, not sure. A good looking guy seemed to be interested in me. He kept looking at my direction and my friend pushed me to talk to him. He was very different from Judson. Muscular but thin built, shorter may be 5'10 - 5'11. He may be asian or hispanic or his ancestors were mix of both. He was tanned. As I approached him he started walking away from me, bit disappointed but still followed him as if his aura was pulling me in. He exited the building towards the dark back alley. There were no one else.

"I am glad you followed me" he said with a smile. He had unbuttoned his shirt. I could see his hard chest and I could smell his cologne. It must be Aqua Gio I thought. He unzips his pants and pulls out his long dangling penis. It was dark and uncut. His foreskin was fully closed. I wondered "this dick is so different from Judson's". I slowly take it in my hand, unwrap the foreskin to see the pink glans inside. It was moist. I was getting hard. I grab it at the base and slowly stroke it as it gets harder and bigger. My mouth swallowing the shaft fully and covering it with my saliva. Slowly I stroke it back and forth, I feel the tip of the phallus hitting the back of my mouth. I could feel the pulsating sensation of his dick. I could taste his precum. At this moment, my brain starts thinking about Judson and his dick rather than the guy I am sucking. He starts thrusting his hips back and forth as if he is fucking my face. I just realized may be it is not safe as i don't know this guy. Sensing my hesitancy he pulls his penis out. Asks me to stand up and unzips my pants. Before I could realize my hard dick was in his mouth. He starts stroking back and forth with slow motion. My dick is fully hard. In few minutes, i could feel my dick quivering. As much as I wanted to enjoy the sensation and the beauty of this guy my mind could't stop thinking about Judson's thick rocket penis. The thought of the tip of his pink penis and pee hole made me cum. Luckily, the lean hunk was jacking himself off at the same time. I could see thick creamy cum oozing out of his penis on to the floor. It was a thick drip rather than a shoot. He swallowed all of my cum. We both then quickly dressed up. I felt guilty about thinking about Judson and not this guy. "Thanks dude that was fun! Let us hang out" I quickly darted back into the bar. " I am down" with a surprised tone. I wasn't interested at all, all I could think was Judson at the moment.

My friend was chatting with bunch of drag queens. I quickly grab her and head out of the bar. "Wait!! why are we rushing out? What happened to the guy?" she was puzzled. " I am not interested and I am tired. You have a big day tomorrow with presentations. Let us call it a night". I drop her to her hotel and head back to my studio. I didn't want to tell her what happened, I was embarrassed. It is going to be another sleepless night with thoughts of Judson. I hope he will turn up this week in the class.

My friend gave me company the entire two weeks she was in town. Three weeks gone, no sign of Judson. Worried he may be missing on his studies. A month gone, now I was worried and also desperately wanted to see him. It felt there was no closure between us and still don't know what happened a month back. I used the pretext of a book I wanted and went to his frat house where he was staying with his roommates. Didn't have the courage to call him or message him. Couple of the guys recognized me from the coffee shop.

"Hey, I was in the neighborhood and thought of grabbing a book from Judson. Is he up there?" Still very nervous. Not sure what he will think showing up without phone call or message. "Nah man! Didn't you not know. His Nana was sick and he had to leave. Not sure when he will be back." A different kind of emotion came over. I know his Nana was almost a mother to him. I hope she is OK now. I felt really bad. I wanted to be there with him and give him a big hug. Wish I could help him in someway. "I will drop by some other time, take care!". As I was about to leave, one of the guys call out "hey! try sending a message to him, hope he responds back to ya". It gave me a courage to send him a message.

"Hey buddy, hope you are doing well. I heard about your Nana, wishing her a speedy recovery. Please let me know if there is anyway I can help you." sent. Another week gone, no response. I lost all hope... He doesn't want to see me any more.

Then, I get a message.

"Hey man, it was rough! Thanks for reaching out. I do need help. Will call you once I am back."

I was over the moon. I started looking forward to his call.

 

[Immaginazione]

The last day of the class he showed up. He didn't look his usual sunny, bright lad, well toned. Instead he looked run down, haggard, can see beard stubble. Lack of sleep was visible in his eyes. I wrapped up the class as I was heading out, he met me at the door. Everybody else had left the class. I gave him a big bear hug. He needed one. It felt like two lost souls finally met. "Glad you are back, hope your Nana is doing well".

"She is doing well, back home. She can take care of herself now. My sis will check on her once in a while. I need your help as I am way behind in my class", there is genuine concern in his voice. Somehow I knew this is what he will ask, I was prepared and had well thought out strategy. Almost guilty that my plan would actually work. "Don't worry, I have a strategy. We can plan before you take the tests. I can guide you on. Let us eat something now, I am hungry".

The plan was to meet everyday for 4-6hrs after class. The problem was the location. Library was an option but was not sure how much we can talk, I recommended we meet at my studio in the evening for 4 hours and on the weekend for at least 6-8hrs. Two weeks pass, we didn't spend idle time and pretty much spent on teaching and learning. He was able to gain weight and was back to his bright sunny self. During day time he visited gym and played soccer whenever possible. We didn't discuss what happened between us during our Kayak excursion. It didn't seem to bother him. On the contrary he didn't mind our physical interaction. On our break during our study he would show me some wrestling moves. Sometimes, how to correctly use certain body parts or muscles during work out. I liked these breaks in between. He would put my hand on his lats, shoulders or back to show how his muscles reacted to certain movement. It was always a thrill to feel him. Of course, I didn't cross any boundaries. Also, found he broke up with one of the ladies who was in the friends with benefits arrangement. It seems she wanted it to be more and didn't take it well when he didn't respond back during his Nana's treatment. That explained his lack of response to me as well. He was depressed and also was a care giver at the same time. It also made me realize there were some internal family issues between his parents and grand parents which put him in a tough situation. Didn't get the details. I didn't mind cooking for both of us but he did pitch in when ever possible, couple of days he volunteered to cook as well. I don't want our relationship will/can be called, I definitely liked to spend time with this good looking fella, nice on the eyes and always cheerful and funny. For him, I was able to guide him and get him up to speed on all the topics he missed. Mutual symbiosis I thought.

This was our third weekend together, very close to his semester final test. It was pretty late, we lost track of him. It must have been 1am. Rather than sending his back to his place, I recommended he sleep overnight and we can do some catch up on Sunday morning and I could make some breakfast. I had a king size bed, I said there is enough room for us to share. He doesn't know that I am gay I realized. I felt guilty of not telling him. I was excited at the same time though there is going to space between us. He wanted to shower before getting into the bed as he missed his gym workout for the day and had fresh set of clothes. He took a quick shower. He came out only in his boxers. His chiseled body and his penis slightly pushing against boxer was too much for me. "I too will take shower, have a good night". I had to jack off in the shower, there is noway I can get in and sleep. It was very easy to cum, all I could think of him. I cleaned myself and got into the bed with a t-shirt and a boxer. He was fast asleep. His deodorant and the body wash smell filled the air. His breathing rhythm of his chest was very soothing. I am tosser and turner in the bed. But, didn't realize what that might do for our sleeping situation. This is the first time I am sharing a bed with someone after a very long long time since my childhood.

I can hear the chirping of the birds, sunlight was just coming through the white curtains. There was a calming effect. It slowly dawned to me that the calming effect is coming from hearing the heart beat of Judson, somehow my head was lying with my left ear on his chest. My right hand was wrapped around him. I didn't move for 5mins, soaking in his body smell. His smooth supple skin was beckoning me to kiss. I didn't want to wake him. Slowly I start to move my hand and lift my head, as I was about to take my hand off the chest, it went down his abdomen and hit his hard on. He was having a morning wood. He moved!

 

[yaoi110]

Oh, can’t wait to read what’s going to happen next.

 

[1990dreamth]

Good story and very easy to read. Good job!

 

[Immaginazione]

I was super nervous. My mind was racing to give some logical reason for us to be in this weird situation. My brain was literally racing and was not sure where my hand was. I could still hear his heart beat, I could feel the pace of his heart beat increasing. Before I could realize what was happening I felt his hand pulling my hand and placing it under his boxers. I could feel the cushion of his pubes and my hand slowly move to touch the penis. My hand was shaking. On the other hand he was stroking my hair. Now, I am not even sure whether this is reality or a dream. I lift my head and look at him. His blue eyes, pink lips were too hard to resist. I pushed myself and meet his lips, one hand still stroking his dick gently under the boxers. We lingered on the lips kissing back and forth. I wanted to feel all of him. Both my hands moved to his face, gently caressing his luscious smooth hair, pecked kisses on his forehead, both cheeks, moved to his ears, neck, to his arm pits. Manly smell from his arm pits was like an ecstasy. Then, I lingered on sucking both is nipples. I could hear his sweet deep groans. I moved down from his chest to belly button licking down to his abdomen. I pulled down his boxers revealing this man's machine. Rocket shaped penis fully erect growing from the base of cushioning pubic hair, with its pink pointy glans at the top. It is fully hard with a slight bent. The penis was thicker at the base and narrowed as you get closer to the head, giving it a cone shape. Pink pointy glans with the pee hole at the tip. His balls were thick and hairless, reminded me that he looked like a well fed beefy Ox. Thinking about this man's cum had made me to jerk off and release in the past. Right now the feeling is unbelievable. I pulled each ball separately in my mouth, musky smell was driving me insane. I am surprised that I didn't cum. Made sure I am not rubbing my dick. I was on the verge. I can't release before I can see his cum. I moved down to his perineum to kiss and stroke.

I moved up and grabbed his thick rocket dick. Fully erect, his penis must have been 5.5 - 6inches. I close my mouth and swallow it. I go deep till the tip could hit the back of my mouth. I begin with deep strokes back and forth. I pull myself off once in a while to breathe. His hands were still stroking my hair and I could hear him moaning gently. I start tasting his pre-cum. It was almost tasteless, may be mildly salty. Still I liked how it felt in my mouth. He was trying to pulling me off, " hey, wanna return the favor" is what I heard him say. I resisted him "please no need now, let me worship your muscle".

I switch over to hand job, once in a while kissing his balls and side of thighs. His abductor muscle was smooth and hard. Kept repeating between blow job, hand job and kisses to the balls, stroking and licking his perineum muscle. His moaning sounds were reassuring of the pleasure he was in and I am the source of his pleasure. I lost track of the time, I was concentrating all the while not the cum before him. Then, I hear him whisper he is close and wants to know whether he should hold longer or release. I give him green signal. I wanted to see his jet stream so didn't put my head back on. Instead, I slowly continued to stroke at the base behind his glans. Then, his shaft started quivering, I could feel the pumping and the flow of semen through it. First set of jet streams comes out with a huge groan and it fell near the pillow next to him. Another came and fell next to his neck and few droplets on his chest. Before the rest could pump out, I put my mouth on wet dick tasting his cum. His hard dick was still pulsating as I wrapped my lips around it. His cum was creamy and less yolky. Creamy, bit salty, gently honeyed or sweet and few more jets came out and went into my mouth. I fully swallowed it till the last drop. I licked him dry as he penis started to go limp. It was a thick penis even limp. In my mind, I felt glad that he eats lot of fruits Still with his penis in my mouth I cum by rubbing myself against the bed. It was one of my best releases till date. I pull myself up and walk on my hands back up to him and kiss him. He was smiling and kissed me back. "Dude, this was one of my best blow job/hand job I received in my life. You are the best!".

There were lot of questions running in my head. I don't have to sabotage our situation. Let me enjoy. "I will make us breakfast and coffee. Don't worry about the sheets. Take rest." I freshen up, take a shower and head to the kitchen to make food. Realized I am out of eggs. "Hey, I will be back, will get breakfast". I grab my car keys and head out.

 

[Mr.chew]

wow! This is a real story, right? It’s recent, or happened years ago? Please, continue, tell us what happens next! (Ps. Excellent writing).

 

[UK339931]

Absolutely loving your story. Please continue. Can't wait for what had happened later

 

[Mr.chew]

Please, keep posting! I’m loving your story.

 

[Immaginazione]

Please, keep posting! I’m loving your story.

Sorry, was not getting time to type. Yes. I will post this week.