I'd just earn my PhD in history from the University of Michigan and was lucky enough to find a job as a professor in a small junior college in Northcentral Florida. I knew had to "pay my dues" and gain experience before I'd be able to move on to a more prestigious school so when the offer came I decided I'd better take it. Besides I'd lived all my life where winters are long, hard and very cold; while I like somethings long and hard, winter isn't one of them, the thought of living where it was warm all year removed any doubts.
Except for flying down for the interview I'd never been to Florida before, I'd only spent the day so I hadn't even really seen the town where I'd be living. Actually I'd never really been too far away from home which was the upper penisula of Michigan. I decided to combine the move with a road trip. I had 3 months before the new job started so I could travel slowly and see some of the country.
I didn't own anything except for my van, my clothing, my stereo and about 200 CDs. Everything else I'd need I'd have to buy once I got to Florida. I'd drive the van down, Mom would ship the bulk of my clothing, the stereo and the CDs once I'd gotten an address.
My grandmother had left me a good sized inheritance. After paying for eight years of college and graduate school I still had about 10 grand left. If I was careful I could have one hell of a trip and still have plenty to pull a home together when I reached my final destination.
The trip was great, I did Chicago, New York, Washington D.C., Williamsburg, and then Orlando. Orlando is about an hour beyond where I'd be living, but I couldn't wait to go to DisneyWorld. After three weeks on the road I finally arrived at my new home late Friday morning. I was lucky to find a motel with an efficency apartment where I could stay while I looked for a place to live. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was clean and cheap.
The woman who ran the place was a real nice widow lady with a very nice and extremely handsome 18 year old son named Jake. He was about 5'8", with very straight, shoulder length blond hair, bright green eyes, a face almost too pretty for a guy and one of those smooth, lithe bodies you most often see on surfers or swimmers. I hadn't had sex in weeks and seeing this stud walking around the place in nothing but very short cut-offs and flip flops was more than I could take. I knew instinctively he was straight. You might think that would deter me, it didn't.
You see I have a thing for straight guys. Now you can chew that around and over-analyze the reasons why, but the plain truth was that I enjoyed nothing more than seducing and sucking off some stud who doesn't ordinarily get turned on by what another guy can do to him. I love the plotting and passion of the chase almost as much as I get off on the capture. I loved sucking off straight cock and I wanted Jake.
As luck would have it I was in the small motel office the next morning, getting a cup of complimentary coffee, when I learned that Mrs. Jeffer, that's Jake's mom, was leaving on the 8:30 bus to visit her sister in Jacksonville for the weekend. Jake would remain behind to run the motel. I heard opportunity knocking.
I waited until just past noon before wandering down to the office that was just off the Jeffers' living room. As I approached the desk I could see him sprawled on the couch watching television. From my vantage point I could have sworn he had his right hand inside the waistband of his cut-offs, but I couldn't be sure. With the TV blaring he hadn't heard me come in so I rang the bell which was sitting on the counter. He was startled and jumped up. As he came toward me I felt certain I'd been right. He was blushing and his basket, ordinarily well packed was even more plump than usual. He'd been playing with himself and my experienced eye told me he was still semi-hard. I had to force myself not to stare at his well-packed crotch.
I asked Jake to break a five and give me change for the soda machine, which he did. I turned to leave and then as if it had just hit me I turned back to him, "how would you like to play some cards this evening and maybe split a pizza and six pack, my treat?"
"Sounds good, but I'm stuck here. Saturday, especially late at night is our busiest time, people shacking up, know what I mean?" He winked, "I can't leave the office."
"Not a problem. I can get the pizza and beer, we can play card in the living room," I nodded toward the door behind him.
"Cool."
"I'm gonna catch some rays by the pool this afternoon. Let's say 7:00?"
"Ain't goin' nowhere, I'll be here," he said with resignation.
I spent about two hours sunning and swimming before going back to the room for a short nap. Though I'd been sporting a woody most of the afternoon, thoughts of Jake's cock running through my head, I resisted the strong urge to beat off a load. I wanted to be real randy for this evening.
When I woke I took a long hot shower before phoning the local Pizza Hut to order a large deep dish deluxe. On my way to pick it up I stopped off at a 7-11 to pick up a cold six pack of Coors. It was just a couple of minutes after 7:00 when I walked into the motel office carrying the goodies.
Jake looked pleased to see me, unlocking the door at the side of the front desk leading into the living room. He took the pizza box from me, placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch. I held up the bag with the six pack asking, "is there some place we can keep these cold?"
"Put 'em in the frige, the kitchen's to your right."
I went into the kitchen, found room on the refrigerator's bottom shelf, removed two cans and placed the others inside. I returned to the living room, handed Jake a can and I seated myself next to him on the couch.
"I guess we haven't really been introduce, but I know you're Jake Jeffer, I'm Brad Knowles." I extended my hand and we shook.
"Nice to know you, Brad," he said. "What brings you to Gainesville?"
"I start a teaching job in a few weeks, for now I'm looking for a place to live."
"What do you teach?"
"History at the college level."
"Cool, where? The university or the community college?"
"The community college," I said, "I hope to teach at the university some day, but I just finished school myself, this is my first teaching job."
"I start there in September too, only as a student. Maybe you'll be teaching me."
That burst my balloon. There was no way I could put the make on this young god now. I couldn't risk scandal even before I'd walked through the doors. Fuck, this was going to be one frustrating evening. We ate pizza, made general small talk and watched TV, we never did play cards. But for the fact that I'd had bigger plans it was a pleasant evening and Jake had made one suggestion which solved a big problem for me.
During the evening I'd mentioned that I had to start seriously looking for an apartment. He asked why I'd want to move into the an apartment complex which was jamming with partying students. "You'll never get any peace and the ones where there ain't no students are too damn expensive for what they pay a starting instructor."
"If I can't rent a decent apartment where am I going to live?"
"I'd tell you what I'd do. I get me a piece of land out of town and buy a mobile home to put on it."
"I can't afford all that," I said honestly. I had about $9,000.00 left from my inheritance, but I hardly have enough to do all that.
"Don't take much money, leastwise not around here. My brother Josh set himself up real good, got a nice lot right on a lake and a big old mobile home with three bedrooms. Shit, I'd like to have a place like that. I know there's still lots available out where he lives and he did it all for a down payment of around $4,500.
"You're kidding?"
"Nope, he put $2,000 down on his trailer and just over $2,000 on the land, but that included a well, septic and utlility pole. I'm tellin' you it's the best way to go. If you'd like, when Mama get back tomorrow I'll drive out with you and show you the place and I'll introduce you to Josh, he'll be able to give you more information."
I gratfully accepted the offer and since his mom was due in on the 2:30 bus the following day we agreed to leave the motel around 3:00."
"Hell," he said in response to my thanking him, "ain't no problem, besides it ain't a dumb move to get in good with the teacher before you even start class." We both laughed at the truth of the statement.
I went back to my room, jerked off thinking of what might have happened if Jake hadn't been a potential student and then drifted off to sleep. I slept until 10:00, but didn't drag myself out of bed until 11:30. Of course I'd relieved myself of the pressure built up in my nuts before getting up, shaving and showering. By the time I'd dressed it was going on 12:30 so I drove over to the local Wendy's for lunch. On the way back I stopped by the office to check with Jake about our plans for later that afternoon. I was disappointed. His mom had phoned to say she was staying an extra night and would be returning first thing in the morning.
I could tell Jake felt as badly about it as I did, so I tried to make him feel better. "No big deal maybe we can go out sometime tomorrow."
"No call to do that. I phoned Josh and he'd be more than happy to show you around his place and take you to see the lots that are still available near him." He gave me directions to his brother's home, explaining that Josh lived alone with his 3 year old son, "so don't be expectin' no tidy housekeeping. His old lady ran off with some trucker, who was Josh's best friend, but don't mention I told you that. Josh gets real bummed whenever somebody mentions what happened. I say he's better rid of the white trash whore, me and mama never did like her or the guy she ran off with. So go on, you go out there and have a look, I'll call Josh and tell him your on the way."
Ten minutes later I'd left Gainesville behind me and was out in rural Florida surrounded by open fields or stands of scrub pines and palmettos. I can't say it was pretty, but it was peaceful. Another ten minutes of driving and I found my turn and started down an old country road. Following the direction I turned off onto a shell "paved" road at the end of which I came to a small lake. Jake's directions were perfect and I saw the name Jeffer on the mailbox in front of a blue and white mobile home which was sitting in the middle of a good sized, well maintained plot of land. I pulled my van into the driveway behind a red 4X4 which was parked there. As I was getting out of the van the door to the mobile home opened and the guy who came out took my breath away.
He didn't look at all like Jake. He was 6'1" of well built male. Long, thick black hair and eyes as shiney and black as coal. He was country boy handsome and looked to be around 25. The one thing he had in common with his younger brother was the sizable bluge in his britches."
He was wearing only low slung jeans, no shirt, though with the thick black fur covering his well defined chest, he hardly needed one. In his arms he was carrying a cute little boy who looked more like he belonged to Jake than to the man who carried him.
"Howdy, you must be Brad, Jake phoned you were on the way," he said as he extended his right hand, his face smiling.
"And you must be Josh," I said as I gave his hand the strongest shake I could muster. "Who is this?" I said as I reached up and took the little boy's hand in my own.
"This here's Matt, I running him next door so my neighbor can watch him. It's the only way we'll be able to talk and look at the lots that are available. Go on in, I'll be back in two shakes."
"Thanks," I managed to say as he headed across the street to another mobile home. I walked through the door he'd come out of and found myself in the living room. There were a number of toys scattered around and a couple of pieces of clothing, including a pair of briefs, socks and shoes piled on the floor next to a recliner. Other than that the place looked well kept. From Jake's warning I'd expected to find something akin to the Ma Kettle's house. I was tempted to grab of quick sniff from the briefs, but thought I'd better play it cool for now.
I assumed Josh wasn't a student at the community college so I saw no reason not to substitute Josh for Jake in my seduction plans. But I'd bide my time, first things first.
I was glad that I hadn't tried anything with the briefs because Josh was back before I'd have had a chance to pull it off. He showed me around the mobile home. I was impressed, except for the fact that it was long and somewhat narrow it was a perfectly respectable home. He asked if I wanted a beer, but said I didn't want to drink and drive. He got himself one from the refrigerator and suggested we walk down the road to what he felt was the best lot still available.
He was right. It was about a quarter acre, right on the lake and the last property on that side of the dead end road. Except for five cypress trees along the water's edge and a couple of pine at the edge of the road the property had been cleared. There was a long cement slab about 2/3 of the way back from the road with a single pole at one end of it. Josh explained that you'd place the home next to the slab which would be a patio. The pole was for utility lines and electric meter. They along with the septic and well were included in the $22,000 price tag.
"They take a small down payment, 10% and then hold the paper. 8.5% interest for 20 years. Ain't too bad, beats payin' rent. Feels good to own your own place. If you're interested I'll give you a number to call, they can even get you a good deal on the mobile home, but that's not required, you can get that anywhere, but they do give a good deal that how I got mine and I shopped around."
"I really like this setting it's so peaceful and quiet. The lake is just great."
"Yeah it a real nice area, lake's got some pretty good sized fish in it too. You fish?"
"No, but I might take it up if I move here," I said and I actually meant it.
"There's nothing more a man can do to relax and unwind." he said whistfully.
"Oh I don't know I can think of one or two things that are really relaxing and totally unwinding," I said with a wicked tone in my voice.
Josh looked a little puzzled for a moment and suddenly understood my meaning. "Oh, I get you. Yeah that kinda thing's relaxing all right, but it can get you into more trouble than it's worth."
"Not if you're smart about who relaxes you."
"Don't look at me I don't have a very good track record in that area; it's easier to avoid it all together." It looked like he was getting bummed so I thought I'd better change the subject.
"So Josh what do you do for a living?"
"Didn't Jake tell you? I'm a deputy sheriff for the county."
I was batting a thousand. Thank God I asked that question before the one about sucking his dick. We walked back to his place and I kept the conversation as light and irrelevant. Now we were both bummed out or so I thought. As we reached his proprety I said, "thanks very much, I guess we'll probably be neighbors, but for now I've imposed on you long enough, I'll be letting get back to your son."
"Heck he's takin' a nap. Mrs. King put him down for his nap, he's good to go another hour anyway. Come on in and have an iced tea, if not a beer. One beer over an hour's time isn't going to make you loose your license. If you get stopped just mention my name."
"You talked me into it." Even if he was off limits there was something so appealing about the guy that I looked forward to being in his company. We sat in the living room each with a bottle Bush making more small talk when he stopped talking and just stared at me until I was squirming in my chair.
"What?" I finally asked.
"Little Jake. He said you were one of them gay boys. Is he right?"
I froze. Had I been that obvious with Jake? I must have been, he'd obviously told his brother, the sheriff. Shit! I saw my entire career fall apart before it got started and I didn't even get a dick for my troubles. "Listen Josh I never did or said anything improper around your brother. That's the truth."
"Yeah I know. He told me. He was expectin' to get his rocks off, but said you were too polite and conscientious to proposition one of your students. That don't answer the question, are you gay?"
"Josh, I don't want any trouble. I've done nothing wrong and I think I'd better leave now."
"Let me put it to you in another way. I'm super horny; there ain't nothing I enjoy better than an A-1 blow job. If you're interested, you'll answer my question. If I'm wrong then it's your word against mine, but I don't think both Jake and I are wrong. Are we?"
I could hardly process this information fast enough, but when realization finally dawned I grinned from ear to ear. "Why didn't you say so right from the start. Why didn't Jake?"
"I wanted to be sure before I said anything, you can understand that. And Jake ain't that experienced, he was pretty sure, but when you didn't say anything after he'd expected you to, well he thought that maybe he was wrong and with you going to be his teacher. . .
"So, you interested?" He cupped his hand over the ample mound in his jeans.
All I could do was nod my head. He grinned, stood up and said, "follow me into the bedroom." I did as I was told. Once we got through the bedroom door he lean his body back against the wall to the right of his bed. I read my cue. I fell to my knees and glanced up at him. His eyes were closed and he had an expectant look on his face. I reached up and undid the top button of his fly and then slowly pulled down the zipper. He wasn't wearing underwear so once the pants were parted the thick 7 incher which had been straining against the material leaped out right in front of my lips. I parted them, leaned forward and took his beautiful circumsized cockhead into my mouth. A rush of air came from his lips in a low groan. I was in heaven, he had the perfect dick for sucking, a real mouthful without being uncomfortable. It was fat and fit nicely all the way to the back of my throat. I stroked the length of the shaft with my lips and tongue. I reached up and worked his plum sized balls with my left hand while my right worked in unison with my mouth to pleasure every inch of his meat. I had him really moaning now, his hands went to the back of my head as his hips began pistoning in sync with the movements of my mouth and hand.
"I better lie down, my legs are getting wobbly," he said quietly.
I pulled off him, pulling down his jeans as I did. He stepped out of them and jumped on the bed. He positioned himself on his back in the center of the matress, spreading his legs wide. I approached from the foot of the bed, drinking in this magnificent example of manhood which was all mine, at least for this moment. "Tell me what you like, I want to make this extra special for you," I said and I really meant it.
"I like anything which gives me pleasure and feels good. We got at least an hour so take your time. I like it to last, long and slow."
"You got it."
I worked my mouth up from his dust covered feet and toes to the inside of his legs. By the time I reached his inner thighs he was a soul lost to my ministrations. My tongue lashed out laving his furry ballsac with a thick coating of saliva, I could feel the thick column of his dick throbbing out copius amounts of precum. I could hardly wait to clean it up and savor its musky flavor, but that would wait. I had another pleasure in store for him first. I grasped both of his legs and raised them in the air and toward the headboard, exposing his sacred opening directly to me. He caught on and kept his legs in position as I dove for my prize. It was obvious he'd recently showered as I feasted on his tight hole. The reaction on both of us was almost electrical. His entire body began to tremble, his moaning out of control. I could have continued for hours but was afraid he might pass out on me. I pulled down his legs as I dragged my tongue back to his meaty balls. I traced my tongue up around the right side of his cock and attacked his taut stomach and hairy chest with my mouth and tongue. I worked on his nipples with my tongue and nipped at them gently with my teeth. He was nearly out of it. I looked down the length of his hard body. His cock was bouncing around with a life of its own, spewing out precum in such amounts I knew I'd better move on to the finale before he shot his load.
I moved back down for the main event, lapping up the pools of precum which were on his stomach as I went. I ran my tongue up the bottom of his shaft, cleansing it of the sticky liquid which had coated it. When I reached the helmut shaped head my lips opened wide, I swallowed him to the hilt and began to slowly to pump it in and out of my mouth, never allowing the head to pass my lips. I was now kneeling on the bed to his right. I used my right hand to increase the pleasure on his manhood, while with my left I sought the tight butthole which I'd prepared for this moment. I one quick movement I easily slide my middle finger up the well lubricated shute until I reach his prostrate. I increased the speed of my mouth on his cock until my head was just a moving blur; I began to massage his prostrate as I did so. The reaction was thermonuclear. His body went stiff, a howl started in his gut and burst from his mouth, the thick cock in my mouth increased in girth, began to throb and exploded with volley after thick volley of his sweet, hot cum.
I drank it down like a man lost in the desert, who hadn't had liquid in days. I could hardly swallow fast enough to keep up with the flow, but I didn't miss a drop. Only after I was certain not a drop was left did I allow his already soft cock to slip from between my lips. I looked over to his face. He was staring at me.
"Not only was that the best blow job I've ever had, it may damn well be the best sex I've ever had. Hew Wee! You can do that to me anytime you've a mind to. If you don't buy that property at least keep in touch, that was one experience I'd love to relive over and over."
He needn't have worried. I'd already decided that living out in the country would be a good thing, but with a first class, ready and willing cock just a few doors away I would have had to loose my mind not buy it.
I told Josh I'd see him real soon and headed back to the motel with my head in the clouds and a hardon in my shorts. I could hardly wait to get in my room to relive the whole thing and pump out a much needed release of my own spunk. As I approached the parking space in front of my room I saw Jake, dressed in his usual cutoffs and flip-flops sitting on the railing which divided the parking lot from the walk in front of the rooms. Unmistakeably, from the bulge running down the inside left leg of the shorts, he was as hard as I was. "Hi, professor." He greeted me as I got out of my car. "Can we have a talk."
I understood his meaning. "We sure can." But that's another story.