Chemistry
by Wrestlr
4. Alan and Harris
Harris was about to enjoy what he considered one of the perks of his job. As head of the Chemistry Department, he was responsible for hiring the teaching assistants. The interviews were normally arranged prior to the start of the semester but that new professor, the young one, needed help with his course load and had asked for an assistant to be hired to take on some of his grading and istrative tasks; the professor needed to free time freed up so he could work on a research project. So the Department had posted a notice asking for seniors or graduate students to apply.
That was why Alan was sitting in the chair in front of his desk.
Harris had a weakness for short, solidly built, good-looking blond guys, and Alan was perfect: about five-nine, fit, obviously spent some time in the gym or playing sports with his buddies but without being too bulky. Although he was a senior, set to graduate in the spring, his stature made him look younger. The bulge in the front of his light-colored pants suggested to Harris that Alan was well-built all over.
“I see by your records that you’re near the top of your class. Do you think that you can do the job and keep your grades up?”
“Yes, sir. I have the free time and I can use the money. And the experience will look good on my records now that I’m applying to grad school programs.”
“Being a teaching assistant doesn’t pay that much, especially considering the hours you will be putting into it,” Harris said as he got up and walked around the desk. “You’ll be working closely with the new professor. He can be rather odd sometimes. You’ll have to be able to get along with him.” Harris leaned back against the edge of the desk. He had worn boxer shorts on purpose. The position made his pants tighter in the crotch, outlining his cock and balls. He watched for a reaction. Did he see a flicker of interest? Advance to step two then.
“I get along with just about everyone,” Alan answered, glancing from Harris’ face to his crotch then back up. “I’m real friendly. I’m sure he’ll like working with me.”
Harris dropped his hand to his thigh so that it almost touched the head of his bulging dick. “I’m sure he will. You’ll be working with me, too. Though you’ll be assigned to him, all the assistants report to me. Do you think we’ll get along well too?”
Alan noticed how Harris’ finger stroked absently as the end of the tube showing in his slacks. “Sir, if this job is going to be based on something but my professional ability, I don’t want it. I think I know what you’re implying and I don’t work that way.”
Harris took his fingers away from his cock, though it seemed to be expanding on its own. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you,” Harris said, deciding he had gone too far. “I’m not implying anything. You’ve got the job subject to a final interview with the professor himself.”
“Good. I’m glad we’ve cleared that up. Now, was I right about something else? Because I can be real friendly—but I want some real job experience and don’t want to get the job based on ... well, that.” Alan reached over, put his hand on the bulge in Harris’ pants and squeezed gently.
Harris’ cock went from interested to hardening. “Yes, I think we understand each other,” He said, putting his hand over Alan’s. “Now that the interview part is over, do you want to ... do something about this?”
“Absolutely! I’ve wanted to ever since the first time I saw you. If that thing”—Alan nodded down at the oblong bulge in Harris’ slacks—“gets as big as I think it will, I absolutely do.”
Harris liked to have the young men make the first move, so they couldn’t claim he’d coerced them into it. Plus he didn’t like training blushing virgins or closet cases; he wanted to see if Alan could back up his big talk. “Why don’t you show me what you have in mind.”
Alan grinned, moved his hand up until it was on the tab of Harris’ zipper. Pulling it down, he reached inside and pulled out the department head’s long, veiny dick. Scooping in again, he pulled out the balls. He slid his hand over the rod, capped and uncapped the head as it bloated. Harris watched Alan watch his cock grow, liked the way the student’s eyes scanned every inch of his rod.
“Think you can handle all of it, Alan?”
A breathless reply: “Yeah ... It’s big, but I bet I can handle enough of it to make you feel good.” Dropping to his knees, Alan took the head in his mouth and started licking.
That was all Harris needed for his rod to get fully erect. He cupped his hands around the back of the boy’s head, holding him in place as he pressed into the warm mouth. He felt Alan try to swallow it but the mouthful of meat wouldn’t go down. Alan twisted his head. No luck that way either. Harris pulled the boy off his dick. “Let me lock the door and we can get comfortable.”
As Harris walked to the door, erect cock sticking out of his pants, Alan started to unfasten his own pants, but Harris stopped him. “I want to unwrap you myself. Get on the sofa and I’ll be with you in a moment. Keep it hard from me.” With the door safely locked, Harris stripped quickly. He leaned over the sofa and kissed Alan. Alan kissed back, clasping his arms around the man’s hairy chest. Yeah, Alan was hot and ready to go, Harris thought. He worked his hand down the front of the student’s shirt, unbuttoning it. He let his hand slip inside, feeling the muscles. When he got to the belt, he couldn’t resist skipping lower and giving the boy’s crotch a quick grope first. The lump there felt nice—solid, knotted as if the boy’s erection was bent nearly double inside tight briefs. Harris wanted to yank Alan’s pants off, free that cock, and get directly to making it cum. He held back, though. He hadn’t had anything this nice since one of the jocks had needed special counseling. He wanted to enjoy having Alan’s body. Alan sat ively, allowing Harris to call the shots. Harris broke away from the sweet mouth and worked at Alan’s shirt buttons, pushed the garment back off his chest and shoulders. Lowering his head, Harris kissed the bare pectorals, licked and flicked his tongue over one nipple, then the other. He returned to the mouth for a deep kiss.
Alan moaned.
“Like that?” Harris smirked.
“You’re a good kisser, real good.”
“Just you wait. We haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”
Kneeling beside the couch, Harris removed Alan’s shoes and socks. Yes, Harris thought, Alan really likes the attention, and Harris liked having the boy’s compliant acquiescence. Probably the student had never been with a real man before, probably was used to quick episodes in dorm rooms with nervous closet cases. Alan seemed to be enjoying the slow attention Harris was lavishing on him. Well, Harris would make sure the boy always ed what they were about to do!
Alan still had his pants on, and Harris needed to remedy that. He slowly opened the front of them. Alan bit his lower lip, lifted his hips and stared expectantly at him as Harris slowly slipped the pants from under the boy’s ass. Yes, tight briefs, just as Harris had suspected, some silly designer type, the pouch distended by the bent-over erection trapped inside. Harris couldn’t resist placing a kiss on the stiff cloth-covered cock. The briefs followed the pants down to Alan’s thighs, then down to his ankles, and off. The boy had nice legs and a fat, six-inch dick with a pair of nearly hairless nuts pulled tightly against the base. At this rate, Alan didn’t look like he could hold back much longer. Bending, lifting the boy’s rigid dick, Harris licked the head, opened wide, swallowed it to the root. Alan’s cock was just long enough for the head to slip into his throat. Harris groaned around the cock in his gullet, Alan answered with a quiet gasp-moan of pleasure.
Slipping his hands under the boy, Harris grabbed the tight little ass and pulled forward. Alan’s prick was forced as deep as possible into Harris’ throat. This was the type of meat Harris loved: big enough to suck, but not so big that it was uncomfortable. When he finally had to come up for a breath, he ran his tongue around the sensitive head.
He wanted to suck on the boy’s tasty cock until it shot its load, but he needed to give some attention to body parts he had missed. Releasing the hard dick, Harris attacked the boy’s tight nuts. They were bigger than he expected on a kid this size, probably full of cum and needing to be drained. They were drawn up too tightly against the base of the cock—this kid was about ready to shoot—and Harris couldn’t pull them down enough to suck, but he was able to give them a good tongue-bath. He was going to raise the kid’s legs and get a taste of his little ass when Alan reached his limit.
“Yahhh,” the kid croaked, head dropping back. The cream burst from his tight nuts, a solid stream, another, followed by several smaller bursts. Harris pulled back when he realized what was happening. He licked at a rope of cum that had landed across the boy’s thigh. The juice tasted as good as he knew it would; juice from a dick as pretty as this kid’s couldn’t taste bad. Harris licked and washed the boy’s sensitive prick-shaft and head several times before swallowing, making Alan groan and shudder helplessly. Releasing the cock, Harris licked the boy’s crotch and thigh, making sure he hadn’t missed a drop.
Alan’s limbs went limp on the sofa after his orgasm. Covering Alan’s body with his own, Harris kissed him, letting the kid taste his own cum on Harris’ tongue. His own cock needed some attention, but it could wait. He didn’t want to do anything to spoil this moment for Alan. He knew from the way the boy reacted, his climax had been an intense one. Harris wasn’t a selfish man; he had gotten almost as much pleasure as he had given, and he wanted to make sure Alan would be coming back for more.
Alan regained his strength quickly. He pushed Harris back. Harris rolled into a sitting position on the floor; he was a little shocked by Alan’s action until he saw the smile. “Now,” Alan announced, “it’s your turn, dude. I promised I’d suck your big dick, and I’m gonna suck it ’til you beg me to stop.”
Alan crouched over Harris’ midsection. He sank Harris’ cock deep into his mouth. Harris was oozing pre-cum and Alan mixed it with a lot of spit. Pushing hard, the kid forced the dick into his throat. Harris assessed the kid’s sucking skills; Alan was no beginner, but also no expert, eager, some experience, but probably hadn’t done a lot of sucking yet; maybe he gave up his ass instead of his mouth? Whatever, Alan was trying enthusiastically to do a good job, so Harris could overlook a few mistakes and teeth scrapes. Soon enough Alan had all of Harris’ length in his mouth, down to the crotch hair. Alan was getting the hang of making little thrusts with his head until he needed air.
Alan already knew a few tricks with his tongue. Soon Harris was zipping closer to orgasm, faster than he wanted. The tight throat gripping his dick was too intense. Clasping the boy’s head tightly, Harris mouth-fucked him. Alan hummed and moaned, and the vibrations felt great along Harris’ embedded shaft. Too soon he felt himself flip toward his climax. “Gonna cum,” he warned. Alan’s lips and tongue pressed harder, slid up and down Harris’ shaft faster. That did it. “Fuck!” Harris was cumming hard, filling Alan’s mouth, and Alan shifted from sucking to swallowing what was pouring out of Harris’ peter.
Afterward, lying together on the floor, Harris hugged Alan to his chest, reached an arm down to cup and squeeze his ass. “You want to fuck me?” Alan asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“You got someplace we can go? I don’t want to do it here. What if someone hears us through the door.”
“Let’s get dressed and go to my place. My bed will be a lot more comfortable. Besides, that lock won’t keep out Lars. I think he snoops sometimes after hours.”
“Lars? Who’s that?” Alan was already reaching for his briefs.
“Oh, he’s the janitor. If he catches us, he might want to in, but I want you all to myself first.”
“Not sure if I’m ready for a three-way.” Alan deciphered his tangled pants, began to push his legs into them. “Damn, if my professor is as much fun as you, I’m going to enjoy this assistant job.”
A few minutes later, both dressed and walking out of the office, Harris pointed and said, “Oh, now’s a good time to arrange for your interview. That’s the professor you’ll be working with. Come on—I’ll introduce you.”
“You mean Professor Johnson?” Alan asked, sounding pleased.
Harris caught himself feeling suddenly jealous. Paul Johnson was popular with the students, and a damn attractive man; of course Alan would want to work with him—but Harris hadn’t meant Paul; he was referring to the young man with whom Paul was talking. “Professor Cole, I’d like you to meet Alan. He’s applying for the job as your assistant.”
Alan looked confused. Harris understood. Jason Cole was young enough to be a student himself, two or three years younger than Alan, and no one would expect him to be a member of the teaching faculty. Harris supposed Jason got similar reactions often, one of the hazards of being a boy genius.
“Nice to meet you,” Jason said offering his hand, as if repeating some formal ritual he had memorized.
Alan shook it, smiling and trying not to look confused.
“We’ll have to arrange an interview before he gets the job, Professor Cole,” Harris said. “Perhaps tomorrow at eleven a.m.? That’s right after your morning lectures, I believe?”
At that moment Jason was distracted by something down the hall, seemed to see something that upset him. Harris glanced that direction: just one of the coaches, talking to one of the students. What was the problem? “The interview?” Harris prompted Jason.
“Sorry,” Jason replied, snapping back to their conversation. “I don’t need to interview him. If you think Alan’s right for the job, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”