[This part follows on directly from "David begins Graduate Study," which should be read first.]
Chapter 11 Jon
Celebrating David's first publication
The Candlemas term progressed. David, on the basis mainly of his undergraduate work, saw his name on his first scientific publication. It was shared of course with three other coworkers. He seemed excessively delighted at this and insisted on taking me out for a meal at the Carp at Stubbington at which we consumed a whole bottle of excellent Primitivo di Puglia and returned to the flat by taxi, which he insisted on paying for.
When we got in, David set the coffee machine going and then sat beside me on the sofa, his arm round my shoulders. With his other arm, he quickly and expertly removed my shirt and began to tweak my right nipple and twist the hair on it round his finger. He then started to nibble my left nipple and started to caress it with his tongue. I shivered with pleasure and relaxed in his strong arms. "I want you, Jon," he said, which was rather redundant because he was obviously dying for it. He undid my belt and unzipped my fly before pulling my trousers down. I then obliged him by removing my shoes and socks, and was left sitting in my underpants.
David stood, went to the kitchen and came back with two cups of black coffee. "There's no aphrodisiac more potent than coffee!" he said.
"I don't think that you need an aphrodisiac," I said, noting the enormous bulge in the front of his trousers. I reached forward, undid his belt and pulled his trousers down. He pulled his shirt off and started to undo and remove his shoes and socks. Clad only in his underpants, with a spreading moist patch on the front, he snuggled close up to me and resumed his attention to my nipples. He then started to move down my chest and belly, nibbling the hairs with his lips as he went. He chased my treasure trail down to the waistband of my underpants, and then stopped. I sat up, reached forward and pulled his briefs down to his ankles. His response was to do the same to me. We sat close together on the sofa and he resumed kissing my belly. When he reached my pubic hair, he suddenly sat up, put his arms round me tightly and began to kiss my face. Our mouths locked together as we each greedily explored the other's mouth. The sensation of his arms wrapped tightly round me made me almost melt in submission. He stretched out his legs behind me on the sofa, got hold of me under the armpits and turned me round to face him. I rose up onto my knees and lifted my left leg over him and raised myself so that I was above his king-sized dick.
I was about to lower myself onto his hard upward-pointing member when I remembered the lube. I kissed him and went into the bathroom and squeezed the gel onto my fingers and rubbed it on his rocky dick before applying some to my crack, perineum and arsehole. I resumed my position above and facing him, and he gently guided his cock into my hole. "Just stay still," he said "and I'll do all the work." I did as he said, holding firmly onto the back of the sofa as he lunged and thrust his manhood up and down in my rectum. Once or twice he hit my prostate and I nearly went crazy, and started to rub my dick, which up to that point had been limp and shook up and down with every thrust that my stud-boy gave.
The penetration did not last long. David's lust was so strong that there was no chance of him being able to prolong the fuck session. I will never forget the look of happiness and ecstasy on his sweet face when he came, and only then did I realize that we had forgotten the condom as his hot stream jetted inside me! I collapsed forward onto my arms, pulling my arsehole off his dick. Then I gently lowered myself on top of him and began to kiss him and to rub my now hard tool against his sweaty belly. The scent of his perspiration was intoxicating. He kissed me and wrapped his arms gently around me as I rubbed my dick harder and faster against his belly, until I shot my load across his chest and even splashed a little on his chin and face. I lay there in the sticky mess, inhaling the chestnut-flower scent of my jism. "We're going to need a lot of tissue!" I said, before starting to kiss him again. David just grunted and smiled with contentment.
After ten minutes or so in each other's arms, I slipped off the sofa and got a pack of tissues from the table. I mopped up David's belly and chest. "I'll get a wash-flannel from the bathroom," I said. I went into the bathroom with a bunch of tissues in my hand. I stood still in the bathroom, bent forward slightly, holding the tissues ready, and farted. A stream of man-juice began to trickle out of my rear end and run down my leg. I wiped it up with the tissues as fast as I could, and collected two flannels from the washbasin and took them into the living room. I carefully wiped my jism off my lover's chest and belly and kissed him. Before using a flannel on myself, I waited until I had farted again, and this time only a small trickle of David's spunk leaked out. I mopped it up from inside my legs with the tissue and then cleaned myself up with the damp flannel. "My coffee has got cold!" I exclaimed. "I'll go and heat it up in the microwave. Shall I do yours?"
"Yes, please," he said. Now reasonably clean, we still snuggled up close while drinking our coffee, and between mouthfuls exchanged kisses.
"It was a mistake not to use a condom," I said "I hope that I have now farted out all your fuck-juice. If not, then there'll be a mess on the sheets tomorrow! But I must say thank you for that fuck. I'm getting to really enjoy being buggered. No wonder the men of Sodom in Rochester's play were quite happy without cunt sex. King Bolloximian set the example with his catamite Pockenello:
"'Pockenello for a mate I'll choose.
His arse shall for a minute be my spouse.'
"I've got a copy of the play in my porn library. I got hold of it in Paris. It's been banned in England for 200 years. You should read it. It's very crude, but quite entertaining."
When we had finished coffee, we did not bother to get dressed, but showered and then adjourned to the bedroom. Naked as he was, David knelt down and said his prayers while I got into bed. David lay beside me, a happy smile on his face. "It's been a very good day!" he said. "I'm now beginning to believe that I do have a real possibility of a scientific career in front of me. How about you Jon? Do you see yourself as a scientist for the rest of your career?"
"Yes, I do," I said. "What I would ultimately like to achieve is a college fellowship either at St Boniface's or at another college. Whether I shall manage that or not of course is another question. While I will have to continue research to have any academic credibility, there are so many other things that I want to do that I think I am going to have great difficulty in fitting them all in."
"What are they then?" asked David.
"I'm going to need time to adequately supervise the work of the two trusts, for Afforestation and Drystone walling, and also I want to see how I can help you in your development as a singer. Moreover I think it would be nice if in say about 10 years time, we could start a family, either by adoption or by surrogate motherhood with a suitably accommodating lady. Unless of course," I continued, "you could find a woman whom you loved who would be prepared to share you with me. That would be the ideal solution: a ménage à trois, with your bride and me taking it in turns to sleep with you."
A look of amazement and alarm appeared on David's face. "Whatever makes you think that I might fall in love with a woman?" he asked. "I really can't see that happening. I wouldn't have the faintest clue about fucking a woman. In spite of perfumes, I don't think that women smell very nice. But you smell delicious, even when you are dripping with sweat after a day on the building site. I don't think I ever told you how alluring I found your scent when you arrived back in Camford on a Friday night after a day's hard labour pushing wheelbarrows."
"You wouldn't have any difficulty at all fucking a woman," I said. "If she wanted you enough, she would tell you what to do." Within a couple of months I was to be proved right.
