The Doctoral Student Part 2

Tom and I had been together for a about a year. We managed to get through the summer and even pass our classes, but that in itself was a major accomplishment given how much time we spent doing it in bed, and in the shower, and on the floor, and in the gym, and in the car, and camping, and in the hot tub at the club, and, well, you get my drift.

You may remember that Tom was a national level bodybuilding champion, and that we met while he was working on his doctoral thesis, and I on mine. He had just won a national championship, and I was extremely interested in his thesis on behavior of bodybuilders, and sexual activity. Needless to say, I got much first hand experience that summer.

I also got into terrific shape. When Tom and I weren’t working out our male organs, we worked out our muscles. Tom was relentless at chiseling out from my semi-athletic body a fit, hard-body. He had succeeded, and we became a real team of studly bodybuilders.

In the fall, after we had been together about a year, Tom entered the same contest he had won the year before. He was in great shape, and had a killer tan, and looked, in my opinion, the best he had ever looked. His arms were guns of 23 inches, his chest was a good 60 inches. His pecs were always rock hard, with razor sharp nipples. His thighs were striated and cut, and his calves were huge. Tom was ripped to shreds, and knew it. And that’s where the problems began.

Tome was never one to be shy. In fact, he was always shooting off his mouth, especially about bodybuilding and his own body. People in the bodybuilding game didn’t like that. The night of the finals, I thought he did the best routine I’d ever seen. I has practically creaming my pants during the whole thing. Tom’s dick was also hard and prominent as he moved from pose to pose. But by that time, the damage of his mouthiness had already been done, and his perfection would not be enough.

When the judging was done, Tom ended in fourth place. I tried to console him on the way home, even trying to stroke his cock, but to no avail. When we arrived at home he quickly drank 4 beers and locked himself in his room. I didn’t see him for three days. I was desperate to be with him, and all the pleading in the world did no good. He wouldn’t open the door, he wouldn’t even answer me. I decided to get out some, and tried not to think about my brooding muscleman lying around his room, depressed and needy.

After three days Tom emerged. He looked like shit, and smelled a little like it too. He had absolutely nothing on, our usual attire when at home together. His face had a dense growth of hair, and his once cleanly shaved muscles had also sprouted what I knew would be a thick carpet of dark fuzz. He went immediately to the refrigerator and began to eat. Within a couple of hours he was ready to talk.

“I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring your please and your caring for me,” Tom started. “I’m just so fuckin’ bummed about losing that fuckin’ contest. I know I was the best,”

“You were, Tom, and in my eyes, you still are.” I went to him, standing naked in front of the refrigerator, put my strong arms around him, and pulled him close. I could smell his musky manliness, and kissed him deeply. His face was stubbly with new growth, something I wasn’t used to, but something that really turned me on. In addition, his whole body had started to grow hair, having not been removed since the weekend contest. Tom was very hairy when he let it grow, but like most professional bodybuilders, he kept it cleanly shaven most of the time.

“God, Tom, I have missed your hot, hard body next to mine.”

We continued to kiss deeply and passionately, and within minutes, mu cock was throbbing as hard as it had in days. Tom was already working it with his strong hands. His own dick was pushing hard against my lower abdomen, and I fought the urge to put it in my mouth.

Tom went down on his knees and undid my shorts. My cock was in his hot mouth in an instant, and he was swallowing he with an abandon he had not had during the last few weeks. In a short time I shot white hot liquid all over his face and mouth. I kept erupting until he could almost not take any more. The new stubble on his face glistened with the white goo.

Now it was my turn. Three days of rest had given Tom’s 11 incher more strength and vitality than it had had in months. I bent down and tickled the head with my tongue. Tom grinned his famous grin and eased down to the floor. I swung around and straddled his waist, while working his cock into my mouth and throat. With my fingers closed around his pear shaped balls, I pulled like a vacuum cleaner, making sure he knew how much I had missed his big rod. He spurted and quit, then spurted again and again. He relaxed a little and shot even more. I lapped up every precious drop.

We lay on the floor, sort of halfway between the living room and the kitchen, intertwined and comfortable once more.

Finally, I said, “Tom, have you though of doing anything else with your life? I mean, I have some suggestions if you want to get out of the game now.”

“Like what,” he asked, looking interested.

“Like male porno. I have a friend who has been hot for you ever since he first saw you. Now that your hair is growing out, I’m sure he’d think you were really hot, even more than before.”

“You think so?” he asked. “Is there any money in it?”

“Sure, especially if you’re handsome and hung, and you fit the bill there. And I could do the story development and you could be the star.”

“Sure,” he grinned, “why not. Who do we talk to?”

“Well, there’s a former bodybuilder you know who’s in the business. He goes by the name Bull Stanton. Do you know who I mean?”

“Sure, I worked out with him when he was still in bodybuilding. I knew he was gone from the bb scene, but I never realized what happened to him.”

“Well, he owns a production company of his own, and he’s interested in developing new talent. What do you say.”

“I say great,” he said as he leaned over to kiss me. “But you need to help me do something with this hair and this face.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that maybe a sexy little goatee would be just right. In fact, I’ll shave you and wash your hair if you want me to.”

“Hmmm, sounds good to me, but there’s still some unfinished business first.” Tom stood up and I could see that his huge man meat was throbbing again. He was such a stud.

“You need to help me get this muscle back into shape,” he said grabbing his pulsating cock. He was walking slowly toward me and stroking up and down, and my own 10 incher was back in it’s rigid state. Tom turned me around, and from the rear started stroking my cock. His own steel shaft was begging to get in, and my asshole was ready. Tom picked me up and carried me to the couch, set me down, ass up, and spread the cheeks to enter. His huge presence was easily absorbed by my experienced suction, and so he was in and working it out once more.

Toms frenzy built slowly to a roar, and soon he erupted like a volcano into my hot ass. Slowly he withdrew, and I turned to see his handsome face, his shoulder tattoo, and his new beard. God, he was handsome, and now it was my turn. I wanted to face this Adonis as I fucked him. He lay back on his back, and I entered him, leaning over and pushing, while I waited for my own explosion. His tongue was working up and down on my nipples and I could feel the hot juice building in my balls, soon to crash out in Tom’s hard ass. Finally I drilled him one hard, last time and blasted his ass with milky cum.

We lay, face to face, chest to chest, holding and hugging.

We slowly untangled and walked to the bathroom. We were going to shower, and I was going to shave his face and leave him with a damn sexy goatee. Then I would wash his hair, and wash his entire muscular body, and then we’d go meet his future with the porn producer.

Life is weird, isn’t it. Weird and wonderful at the same time.