I was on top of the world. I'd just completed my Ph.D. in biology and had landed my first job at a medium sized state university. My name is Gary Griffith, and at that time I was 26, 5'11", and 175 lbs. I've been told lots of times that I'm good looking. I have gray-blue eyes with dark brown curly hair that I wore just down to the collar level. I'm not a muscle god by any means, but I was trim (and still am) with a 42" chest and 30" waist. I have a good bit of body hair on my legs and ass. The hair on my chest spreads out across my pecs, surrounds my nipples, and then narrows to a line down the middle of my abs and widens into a pretty good bush around my cut cock. My cock is pretty nice also (at least I think so). It's usually about 4" soft but grows to a good 8" when hard. Yes, I'm gay, but at that time I wasn't really out. I'd been too busy studying and writing in graduate school to worry about much of anything sexual. Usually because of the studying and writing, I was too tired or too busy to go out looking for any one. I'd dated some girls in college and had played around with a few guys. I knew I definitely preferred to play around with the guys, but I'd just been too busy to really worry about it (maybe it was denial).
My parents had helped me move my meager furnishings into a two bedroom apartment near the campus. Mom had insisted on buying new sheets, towels, and curtains for the apartment. She had both Dad and me running from one job to another for two days. I knew she was just trying to get her baby boy settled into his first real job, but I was relieved when she and Dad got in the car and headed back home leaving me alone in my new place.
The next couple of weeks were a real blur. I got my office assignment at the university, and moved stuff in there. I talked with the department chairman about my teaching schedule for the coming semester. He said he would start me out easy with just the lecture and labs for one course which was the introductory course for the department.
Well, it wasn't easy. I thought I'd worked hard in my graduate program, but I was really busting tail to try to get the class and labs up and going before the start of classes.
The first day of classes finally arrived. I was as excited and as nervous as the new students. At the appointed hour I walked into my lecture class and started calling the roll. I'd call a name and look around the class to see who answered. I did just fine until I called out, "Matthew Stevenson?"
"It's just Matt, please," came the reply. I looked up to see who had answered and I was stunned. Matt Stevenson was gorgeous! He was a freshman, but WOW. Classic looks. Straight, thin nose. Small cleft in his chin. Sandy brown hair that sort of fell over to one side, and from what I could see (and it wasn't much at this point), he had a body to go along with the face.
After a couple of awkward seconds, I tore my gaze away from the young stud, looked back down at the class roll, and called the next name. Later I got into the material I'd prepared, and as long as I didn't look over at Matt Stevenson I was able to maintain my concentration. All in all, I thought my first shot at teaching a class was off to a good start. When the class was over, several students came to the front to ask questions about the course. I answered them the best I could, and then I looked up and HE was right there ready to ask a question.
"Dr. Griffith, would it be possible for me to change from the Monday afternoon lab to the Tuesday morning one? I'm on the football team, and our afternoon practice begins before the Monday lab is over." His body looked like it was perfect underneath a loose-fitting T-shirt and jeans.
"Sure, Matt, no problem. Just come to the morning lab. Since I'm teaching all the labs, you won't even have to go through the university's drop-add procedure."
He smiled showing straight white teeth, and I could see that his eyes were a beautiful clear, light green color. "Gee, Doc, you already know my name. I'm impressed."
"Well, Matt, I hope you'll impress me as a student in the class," I replied as I shuffled my papers together. "Be sure to let me know if you need any help or have any questions."
"Thanks, Doc. I will. See you in lab tomorrow." With that he turned and headed out the door.
My eyes followed him all the way out the door and down the hall. Man, I thought where did that answer of mine come from! Two weeks in town and I'm already trying to hit on the students. If I'm not careful, this first job will be my last!
I got through the rest of the day, but I kept thinking about Matt Stevenson. By the time I got to my apartment in the evening, I was as horny as I'd ever been. I walked in the door, headed straight to the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, grabbed the lotion that I kept beside the bed and jacked off thinking about Matt. I thought about his smile, his face, the way his shirt fit over his obviously well developed body. But most of all I thought about what might be underneath those clothes. When I came (it didn't take long), I shot cum all the way up to my neck. I fell asleep almost immediately.
The next thing I knew, it was dark. I looked at the clock. Man, nine o'clock already. I'd been asleep for over two hours! I started to get up off the bed and realized I had cum dried all over by stomach, chest and neck. I had to take a shower to clean up before heating up a frozen dinner to eat.
I jacked off twice more that night thinking about Matt. How was I going to get through the semester without getting my ass fired?
* * *
Well, I did get through the semester. I managed to get each class or lab prepared at least the night before. Those were some pretty late nights and long days, but I really enjoyed the students. There were a couple of jerks in the class, but most of the students were great kids. Matt did well in the class. He wasn't always at the top of the class, but he was a good student. I found out he was from a town only an hour or so away from the University. He'd been the star defensive safety for his high school team and was on a full-ride athletic scholarship. He smiled easily, and I found that I liked him as a person in addition to lusting after his body. I even started going to the home football games! Faculty members could get really cheap tickets, and I discovered that I enjoyed the escape from writing class notes and correcting exams.
By the end of the season, the freshman Matt had beaten out two seniors for the starting defensive safety position. It seemed that every issue of the student paper had something about Matt Stevenson, the "Freshman Sensation."
* * *
When the fall semester exams were over, I spent the first couple of weeks of Christmas break getting ready for my spring semester class. It was going to be the second semester of the intro course. Again, I'd teach both the lecture and all of the labs, and Matt was going to be in the class!
I went to my parents house for a couple of weeks at Christmas. It was great to get away from the university and see all my family for a while. I'm an only child, but both my parents have brothers and sisters, and they all live within fifteen miles of my hometown. I'm the only one in the family who had ever moved away from the old town. My aunts and uncles all have children, and many of my cousins were already married with children of their own. As always with my family, there was lots of food, laughter, and presents. When it was time to make the trip back to my apartment, my little eight-year old Toyota Corolla was packed to capacity with presents. I barely had room to drive, and at the end of ten hours on the road, I made it back to my apartment, pulled stuff out of the car, piled it in the living room of my apartment, stripped off my clothes and went to bed.
* * *
Spring semester went rapidly. I was getting the hang of being a faculty member. I still had to spend long hours getting class notes and laboratories prepared, but I was more comfortable in the role of being "the professor." I had put on a few pounds over Christmas thanks to my mother's cooking, so in early February I started going by the university's pool before going home in the evening. At six in the evening the pool and locker room were almost deserted. Often I was the only one swimming laps in the pool. The students started coming back in again around seven thirty or eight, but I was usually back at my apartment by that time. I sort of fell into a routine. I'd eat some breakfast around six thirty, jump in the shower, and be at my office on campus by eight. Lunch was usually an apple I'd brought from the apartment or a quick salad at the student union. About five thirty, I'd put everything in my book bag and head over to the pool. The late afternoon exercisers were just finishing up, and I enjoyed the "show" of naked or semi naked bodies in the locker room and shower as I got undressed and pulled on my speedos for the pool. I decided that my university had a darn good looking student body and some of the faculty were pretty decent also. After swimming my laps. I'd take a nice long shower, head home, and have a glass or two of wine while I fixed dinner. I had always enjoyed cooking, and I had really gotten tired of frozen TV dinners during the first semester. After dinner, I'd work on school stuff and then hit the bed about midnight.
* * *
By the start of spring break in mid-March, my efforts in the pool had started to pay off. I'd dropped the pounds I'd put on at Christmas, and I definitely felt better. I looked forward to the exercise each day (and not just because of the naked guys in the shower!).
It was the Friday starting spring break. Most of the students had already left town, and the pool was only going to be open that night and then closed for the rest of break. I got to the pool at my usual time, but did more laps than normal because I wouldn't be able to swim all the next week.
When I got done with the laps, I could tell that the life guard was pissed. I was the only one in the pool that night, and I'm sure he wanted to be gone for break. When I pulled up out of the pool he came over and said, "If you're done with the laps, I'll close up the pool." He started turning off the lights and locked the outside door.
Usually I did some stretching on the pool deck before heading to the shower, but the life guard was already impatiently standing at the door to the locker room so I went into the empty locker room, and started to do some stretches on a bench near my locker.
I was almost done stretching when I heard a voice behind me say, "Lookin' good, Doc." I turned around, and there stood Matt Stevenson with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He was a beautiful sight. This was the first time I'd seen him without clothes, and his body was even better than I'd imagined. Well developed chest with nice rounded pecs capped by nipples that were just about the same sandy brown color as his hair. He had no chest hair that I could see. Each abdominal muscle was outlined. His legs were well-formed and appeared to have a dusting of light brown hair. I couldn't see what was under the towel, but the rest of him sure was a beautiful picture.
"Hi, Matt. I thought you'd be home for break."
"Nah, I don't go home very much. I'd rather be here. Don't want to break the strength training for football. What about you, Doc? Not going anywhere?"
"No, I'm staying in town. I have to grade all those lab notebooks you guys turned in this week."
"Well, that serves you right for assigning those things in the first place," he grinned. "Are you done with your workout? I'm just getting ready to go into the whirlpool for a while. Want to join me? I'd sure like the company."
I felt my dick jump at the thought of seeing Matt naked. "I didn't know there was a whirlpool down here," I said lamely.
"It's back in the training room area. It's one of those areas that only us jocks are supposed to know about," he grinned again. "Come on, I'll show you."
Like a dumbstruck little kid I got up from the bench, picked up my towel, and followed Matt's perfect, towel-wraped ass into the athletic training area at the end of the locker room. The room was filled with benches, what looked like examination tables, weight machines, and other pieces of equipment. I noticed that all of it appeared to be brand new as opposed to the junk in the public areas of the gym. Matt led the way through the training room into another area that had a couple of benches and a big stainless steel whirlpool bath. I'd never seen one that large before. It looked like you could fit five or six people in it easily.
"I kind of overdid the weights yesterday, and the trainer said to use the whirlpool." He turned a switch on the side of the tank, dropped his towel on one of the benches and climbed into the whirlpool. I got a quick glimpse of a four and a half inch cut cock peaking out of a thick bush of pubic hair that was just a little darker than the hair on his head.
He settled onto a seat in the water and adjusted one of the nozzles to send water towards his back. The water bubbles came around his back and hid is penis from view. That was a good thing because I was starting to feel a tingling in my cock that meant I was staring a hard on, and I knew my speedos wouldn't do anything to hid it.
"Come on in, Doc, the water's fine."
I climbed into the tub on the other side from Matt and sank into one of the seats. "I thought they closed down the dorms over spring break, Matt. Where are you staying?"
"I got special permission to stay in the dorm over break. I really didn't want to go home, and, like I said, I could sure use the time for school work and for strength training. There are only a couple of guys in the dorm now so it should be pretty quiet this week. I should be able to get a lot done. The big problem is that the dining hall is closed, so I'll have to eat out all week."
"I thought everything was going to close this week," I said. "How are you going to get into the gym to use the weights?"
"The trainer gave me a key to get in. He said he thought that everyone else was going to be gone, so it was up to me to keep an eye on the place. I'm glad for the chance, but I think it might get a little lonely."
"I was kind of looking forward to the chance to catch up on some stuff myself, but I don't know what I'll do for exercise this week. The pool's gonna be closed."
"Hey, Doc, that's no problem. Work out with me this week."
"Are you sure that's okay, Matt? The coaches and trainers won't mind?"
"Nah, no problem. If any one asks we're workout partners for the week. Besides it will be a good way to make sure I get my butt out of the bed in the morning."
As our conversation continued, I relaxed a bit. Or maybe it was the warm water relaxing me. In any case, my incipient hard-on receded inside my speedos. We talked about his other classes, the weather, local campus news, music, computers, and only a little about football.
Suddenly I heard a bell and the water jets stopped.
"Well, Doc, that means we're done. This thing is great for relaxation, but it you stay in too long your muscles turn to jelly." Matt gave me one of his big, slightly crooked smiles, stood up, and swung his leg over the edge of the tub. I was treated to another brief view of his perfect ass as he reached for his towel and wrapped it around his waist. "Time to hit the showers and then find someplace to eat."
"Why don't you come over to my place and eat with me?" I didn't believe what had just come out of my mouth. I was having trouble keeping my growing hardness from showing again and here I was inviting this STUDENT over to my apartment. I really was setting myself up for a lot of frustration.
Matt smiled again and said, "Thanks. I'd really like that. Let me get a shower, and I'll meet you by the door to the locker room. Fifteen minutes?"
I agreed and we headed to our separate areas of the locker room. I made a quick detour into one of the bathroom stalls, shut the door, and jacked off. I knew I had to do something to regain control over my dick, or it was going to cause a world of trouble.
* * *
After jacking off, I showered quickly and met Matt by the door. I led the way to my car in the faculty parking lot, and we drove over to my apartment. The whole apartment complex was pretty well deserted because of spring break. I pulled into a spot right in front of the apartment; we got out and went in to the apartment.
"Nice place, Doc," Matt said as I took his jacket and put it with mine in the spare bedroom which I'd been using as an office.
He accepted my offer of a glass of wine. He sort of wandered around in the living area while I got the wine. When I brought the glasses and the bottle in, he was looking at some of the photographs I had on the wall. Photography is sort of a hobby of mine, and I've done some really nice stuff if I do say so myself. There were pictures of my folks, some of the cousins, aunts, and uncles along with some wildlife photos I'd done on some camping trips during graduate school. He asked if the photos were mine, and when I replied that they were, he started talking about how good he thought they were. He asked me about my family while I was pulling dinner together. I had some chicken in the fridge, so I sauteed it in olive oil and garlic, added some canned tomato and basil sauce and got some pasta ready to cook. I gave him the chore of making a salad; we continued talking and drinking the wine while dinner cooked.
Matt had been asking a lot of questions about my family. He said that it sounded like my parents and I were really close and that I was lucky. I asked him what he meant, and he replied that he and his father didn't get along very well. He had a brother who was four years younger, and his father drove both boys to excel in sports. Apparently he was pretty insistent about both boys becoming professional sports players.
"What happens if you don't make it into the pros?" I asked.
"I don't even want to think about it," he replied with a sad look. "I think the old man might not want anything to do with me if I didn't make it."
The look on his face just tore me up, and I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure that wouldn't happen, Matt."
He reached up with and put his hand on top of mine which was still resting on his shoulder. "Thanks, Doc, but you don't know my old man." He gave my hand a slight squeeze before turning back to the makings of the salad with his eyes glistening. I turned away and got busy with the pasta so that he wouldn't be embarrassed.
We didn't speak for a while, and then he said, "I'm hungry, and the salad's ready. When do we eat?"
Both of us were hungry, and we ate everything along with a couple more glasses of wine for both of us. After dinner, I opened another bottle of wine, and we continued talking and sipping the wine until that bottle was gone also. By then it was almost midnight, and both of us were feeling kind of tipsy. I knew I couldn't drive to take him back to his dorm so I told him to spend the night on the couch. I got a pillow, sheets, and a blanket and made up the couch. Matt quickly stripped down to his boxer shorts and settled in on the couch. I went into my room, shut the door, stripped off my clothes, and crawled naked into bed.
I must have been pretty high from the wine because I fell asleep almost instantly.
* * *
I woke up about four in the morning because I had to pee. I stumbled out of bed naked and was almost at the door of the bedroom when I remembered that Matt was asleep on the couch in the living room. Since the bathroom door was visible from the living room, I grabbed my briefs from the floor and pulled them on before opening the bedroom door.
When I finished relieving myself, I came out of the bathroom and stole a glance into the living room. Matt was sprawled on the couch. He had kicked off the covers, his left arm was thrown over his face and his right hand was cupping his basket. It looked like he had the beginnings of an erection. I couldn't help myself. I quietly moved closer to get a better look. I could see the vague form of his somewhat enlarged penis through the cloth of his boxers. As I watched, his right hand squeezed his basket a couple of times and I could see the length of his cock growing as be became harder.
Suddenly the head of his penis slipped out of the fly of his boxers. I just stood there transfixed as it continued to enlarge and become fully erect. It looked like it was at least nine inches long! His hand stroked the shaft of his dick, and it gave a little jump. At the same time he moaned softly in his sleep. I knew I should leave in case he woke up, but I couldn't move. It was a beautiful sight, and my own cock was now straining out against the front of my briefs.
His hand moved gently. His dick jumped. He mumbled something like, "Oh yeah suck it." His hand moved again, and this time when his cock pulsed he shot a load of cum up past the waist band of his boxers to the smooth skin of his belly. The first shot was followed by two more. His hand moved up to the pool of sperm on his stomach, and he began to move his left arm away from his face. I knew he was going to wake up, and the last thing I needed was to have him come up from a wet dream and find me standing over him with my own boner about to burst through my shorts. I quickly turned around and made it back into my bedroom. I closed the door quietly, pulled off my underwear, lay down on the bed, and beat off. With the image of Matt's beautiful nine inch penis in my mind, it didn't take long before I too was blasting volley after volley of cream onto my belly. I used my underwear to wipe up the cum and then fell back to sleep.
* * *
I usually wake up fairly early, but the events of the night before had apparently put me into a deeper sleep. I smelled coffee and started to come back into consciousness. I could hear someone moving out in the kitchen. Then the door to my room opened and Matt came in with a mug of coffee in his hand.
He walked over to the bed and said, "You sure must have put one on last night, Doc. It's almost eleven. I thought you might need this."
I pulled myself up in bed trying to drag some of the covers along with me since I realized I'd been lying with the sheets down to my knees and my morning erection was completely exposed. "Thanks," I mumbled as I took the coffee. "I don't usually do two bottles of wine in one night."
"Well, I kind of helped with that too," he smiled. He had put on his jeans, but he was bare footed and bare chested. He settled his muscular frame into the chair near the bed and sipped on his coffee. "I had a good time. Thanks. It was nice to have the company."
"Same goes for me too, Matt."
"How's your head this morning?"
"Not too bad considering. I might even feel human after the coffee and a shower."
"Well, I've got to do some jogging and wind sprints today and then hit the weights a little. I'm feeling okay, so I think I'll just wait and shower in the gym."
I grunted in reply and kept sipping the coffee. Damn, but the man made a good cup of coffee!
As if he had read my mind he said, "I'll go find something for us for breakfast. Since you made dinner last night, I'll do the honors this morning." Then with that crooked smile that I already knew meant that he was teasing he added, "I'll just get going into the kitchen so you won't be too embarrassed to get up and go into the shower." Just for emphasis he gave a little nod in the direction of my crotch where, in spite of being covered by the sheets, it was still possible to tell that I had an erection.
"Hey, most guys have erections in the morning. It's natural, and besides I'm kind of proud of my equipment."
He got up from the chair and headed out the door. "It's okay, Doc," he tossed over his shoulder as he went through the door. "I see 'em all the time in the dorm and the locker room. Yours is not bad, not bad at all."
I think my mouth dropped open with his last remark. Just what, I wondered, did he mean by that remark?
* * *
I went into the bathroom, peed, and took a quick shower. I was feeling much better after the shower. I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt and went out into the kitchen. Matt had fixed a western omelet. We sat down at the table, and I was suddenly very hungry. He still hadn't put on a shirt so I had a great view of his upper body as we ate our breakfast and talked. He asked me if I wanted to work out with him in the afternoon; I said yes, and we agreed to meet outside the gym at four that afternoon.
After we cleaned up the breakfast dishes, Matt pulled on his socks, shoes and shirt, picked up his jacket from the spare bedroom/office and headed out the door after again saying how much he had appreciated the dinner and company and that he looked forward to meeting that afternoon.
* * *
I tried to get some work done after he left, but my mind kept coming back to the scene when I watched him have a wet dream. By the time three thirty rolled around I was anxious to see him again, so I threw some gym clothes in my bag and headed out of the apartment to go over to the gym. I arrived about fifteen minutes before four figuring I'd have to wait, but to my surprise Matt was already there standing at the door. He waved and smiled a greeting as I walked up, and he used his key to open the outer door to the training room for us.
We went inside. He took me over to his locker and opened it explaining that we would have to share a locker since the rest of the gym would be locked and the other lockers were already taken with combination locks in place on the doors. We quickly dressed out, and I tried not to be too obvious looking again at his great body.
He led us through a whole series of exercises. Some with weights. Some using the Nautilus machines. By five thirty we were both dripping with sweat and I was really tired although Matt seemed to still have lots of steam left in him. I think he took pity on me and suggested it was time to quit. I quickly agreed and we went back to the lockers. Both of us stripped off our sweaty shorts and tee shirts and he led the way to the showers at the back of the team's locker area. These showers were in a lot better condition than the ones out in the public part of the locker room. I guess that's what the alumni money was used for.
We turned on the water. It was ice cold! "Shit," he exclaimed as he jumped away from the icy spray. "I think they turned off the hot water!"
"I think I'll pass on the shower until I get home," I said.
"Well, it won't make any difference to me, Doc. They turned off the hot water in the dorm also. This will be the second cold shower of the day for me." He grimaced and shivered.
"Just come on back to my place, Matt. I've still got hot water...and food."
His face broke into an wide grin and he agreed. We went back to Matt's locker. He suggested that we leave the work out clothes in the locker for the next day so we quickly got dressed, closed up the gym, and drove over to Matt's dorm so he could pick up some clothes. I told him to pack for a couple of days. He was back out to my car in less than ten minutes. I complemented him on his speed, and he replied that there hadn't been much to pack. On the way back to my apartment we stopped at the grocery store where we proceeded to fill a shopping cart with food and four more bottles of wine. We promised ourselves that we would ration the wine a little better than we had the night before.
I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into. This was a student of mine for Pete's sake! I really liked him and enjoyed his company, but having him around was surely going to heighten my sexual frustration.
* * *
Back at my apartment, we unloaded and put away the groceries. I had Matt put his bag in the bedroom/office. We both took showers (separately), and I started dinner. I made stir fry. We opened a bottle of wine with the dinner and took the remains into the living room after the dinner dishes were done.
We talked more about school, current events, a little about sports, and more about my family. I noticed that he would talk on and on about his younger brother, but he changed the subject whenever I asked anything about the rest of his family. He convinced me to join him in the morning for a run. About eleven he helped me get the couch made up for a bed, and we both hit the sack. I think he went to sleep right away since I didn't hear any noise from the living room, but then I was too busy beating off and wiping another huge load off my chest and belly with my underwear to pay any attention to sounds that might have been coming from the living room.