The wall above the drapes was faintly lit by a gray light. I figured it was close to dawn. The room was dark and quiet. Getting up. I found my way to the bathroom. The short hall was lighted by a strip of muted light leaking under the hotel room door. I closed the bathroom door and plunged into total darkness.. Fumblingly, I found the light switch, flipped it, and instantly blinded myself.
I pissed, washed my hands and face and dick, drank some water, turned off the light, opened the door and waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I thought about flushing the toilet, but didn't because I figured the noise would wake my sleeping mentor.
I padded across the room to the draped window. I held the drape and curtain aside and looked across the airshaft to a lighted window. The drapes and curtains were wide open and two people were engaged in rear entry sex. I guessed some exhibitionists like to perform early in the day.
My mentor stirred and sat up in bed. 'What's going on, Jeremy? What are you looking at?'
'Oh, just the people in the room across the way.'
'What are they doing?'
'Fucking.'
'Really?'
'Really.'
'Sounds like a nice way to start the day.'
I heard the bed covers getting pushed aside. Bare feet padded across the room. A pair of arms slipped around my waist and a pair of lips planted a soft kiss on my neck.
'Open the drapes more.'
I found the wand and pulled the drape back a ways.
'Open the curtain too.'
The hands moved from around my waist to my shoulders. Another kiss was planted on the side of my neck.
'They look like they're enjoying themselves.'
'Yes. Looks like a loving fuck.'
'Bent over that straight back chair like that might be a little uncomfortable.'
'Probably the only chair they could easily move.'
'You're probably right.'
'Looks like someone is about ready to pop.'
The guy across the way was driving his cock deep between his partner's butt cheeks. We watched as he gave one more hard push, the several rapid short ones. He leaned over his partner's back then pulled out. In spite of the distance across the airshaft, we could see a string of cum drip from his shiny cock.
'Nicely done.'
'Nicely hung, too.'
The partner straightened up and turned around. They kissed, then the guy bent down and took the partner's hard, erect cock into his mouth. He sucked furiously for a few moments, then pulled away. A stream of cum squirted across the gap between them and into his mouth. He followed the cum stream back to the source and took it back into his mouth.
When he was finished, they both turned and looked, rather expectantly, I thought, out their window.
'I don't know whether to applaud or look away.'
'Open our drapes and curtains.'
Although our room was dark and in shadow, it was obvious, in the gray light, that both my mentor and I were naked.
Hank turned us sideways to the window. He kissed me then squatted down. My dick lay across his cheek as he licked and sucked my balls. The two guys in the room across the airshaft watched intently as Hank sucked my dick into his mouth.
In spite of the semi-darkness, I was very self conscious of this rather public blowjob. Our room was filling with light as sunrise came nearer.
Hank was fondling my balls as his lips slipped up and down my dick.
I thought, nervously, 'The sun is rising in the sky and the cum is rising in my balls. And we're on stage.'
My balls popped just as the sun cleared the roof of the building and flooded our room with bright light. Hank pulled off so a couple of wads landed on his face. Then he sucked me dry and cleaned me with his tongue. When he finished, he turned to the window and waved. The two guys across the airshaft grinned and waved back. Hank stood up and gave me a cum sharing kiss. The window across the way was empty when we finished kissing.
'Close the drapes.'
And so began one of our weekends together at the most gay friendly hotel in the city.
It was too late to go back to sleep and too early for breakfast so we lay on our bed and engaged in some foreplay and horseplay until we decided to shower together. The shower is a great place for slippery fun. Soaping each other's body and washing slippery body parts is enjoyable. Hank enjoys rubbing our bodies together and he likes it when my soapy hard dick slips between his butt cheeks and when I run it up and down in his butt crack.
Hank is usually very discrete. That's why we are spending the weekend in a hotel. We met at the university. He is a full professor - Dr. Henry - and I'm a student. He is fifty-three and I'm twenty-two. The university is located about two hours from the city.
I said Hank is usually very discrete so this morning's blowjob in the window was way out of character for him. He sometimes does things like that when he feels he can remain anonymous.
Hank said he didn't know what a homosexual was when he found out that boys and girls were different, but he knew from the start that he liked other boys more than he liked girls. He was in high school when he learned more about homosexuality. He also learned it was something you didn't talk about or show.
His first encounters with men were through school and church - teachers and preachers. It began with the usual touching and fondling and being naked together. Then it moved on to receiving oral sex and then to giving oral sex.
He said, 'None of what I learned and did seemed wrong. It was right for me. I learned about my sexuality and I knew I was gay. Having sex with a woman made me uncomfortable. I had one girl friend who gave fantastic head, but it wasn't the same as when a man was giving me head. And giving her head was no where close to going down on a man. And don't even mention intercourse.'
Both during and after college he found other like minded men. At the university, Hank appears to be an older, almost asexual, celibate Academic. He is known on campus by his title and first name - Dr. Henry. Now he is mentoring me in the ways and pleasures of man love.
I am curious and I'm a willing student. I've had several girl friends and I've enjoyed sex with a number of them. And I've had some enjoyable one night stands, but man love is another aspect of sex and sexuality that I want to explore.
Dr. Henry teaches some rather esoteric courses that involve discussions of the interrelationships between philosophy, ethics, religion, international events, and how it all involves and affects each individual. Since I hadn't declared a major, I was just taking courses to see if any field of study really interested me. I signed up to audit one of Dr. Henry's courses. And that's how we met.
Actually, we met while working out at the gym in the field house. Sometimes, when I have trouble studying I'll take a break and go to the gym for a workout session. Sometimes, Dr. Henry would be working out too.
One evening, he asked if I was taking one of his classes. I said yes, that I was auditing a class. He asked me what I thought about the course and I told him it was all rather heavy going for me and that about the only subject he hadn't mention was human sexuality. He laughed and said that was for next semester.
We worked out together and often went for a cup of coffee after we finished our workout and after we showered. One evening, just after we showered and dressed, the power failed. The coffee shop was without power too. Dr. Henry suggested that we walk to his home. If the power was on there, he'd make some coffee.
From then on, we'd walk to his place for coffee after our workouts. One thing I liked about Dr. Henry's home was that he had a lot of art type photographs on the walls. Some of them were of nudes and several of those were male nudes.
He seemed pleased that I liked his taste in art. We talked about the human form and nudity and how people perceived nudity. Dr. Henry felt that nudity and being nude was not offensive and that it was a natural state for one to be nude.
We continued to work out together and we always ended up at Dr. Henry's.
'Let me show you something that I show to very few people.'
I followed him down a hall to a closed door.
'This is my inner sanctum. My study. My refuge.'
He opened the door. It looked like an office to me. The first thing that I noticed was the walls were covered with framed photos.
Dr Henry turned on the lights. 'Go ahead. Go in and take a look around.'
All of the photos were male nudes. All were homoerotic. In many, the men's dicks were in various stages of arousal.
Together we walked around the room. 'I think the male body and form are as beautiful as the female's.'
I looked at a grouping of photos, 'These men are handsome.' There was a black and white photo of a younger man. He had shaggy pale blonde, almost white, hair, pale skin and very large eyes. He was lying on his side, on a rumpled bed, in a pose that was definitely seductive. 'He's almost beautiful.'
Dr. Henry stood next to me. 'He is, isn't he?' He put his hand on my back. 'I have a collection of photos of him.'
He turned and walked to a bookcase. I watched as he selected an album and placed it on the desk. 'Sit down here. I think you'll like this.'
The album contained a number of pictures of the pale blonde. The pictures became more explicit as I paged through the album. In several he was fully erect. In several he was holding his dick. The last pictures were of him and different men. They were posing while holding hands or with their arms round each other. In many of the photos, either one or both were erect. The last picture was a kiss. I noticed their hard dicks were pressed together too.
Dr. Henry put his hand on my shoulder. 'This is particularly erotic, don't you think?'
I looked up at him, 'Yes, it is. It's almost. . .'
'Pornographic, isn't it? Dr. Henry leaned against me as he reached down and closed the album. He leaned against my arm. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my arm. And I realized that I had a hard-on too. From looking at nude pictures of a young man.
He put the album back on the bookcase. 'Let's have some coffee, shall we?'
Over coffee, we talked about our workouts, my classes, some of the pictures in his collection, and I learned that one of his hobbies, in addition to collecting photos, was taking them. Several of the art photos on the walls in the living room and halls were his work.
'Most of my pictures are still life's and of objects. I'm not into scenics or nature, except I do like to photograph leaves, flowers, seed heads, and so on. Forms in nature, you know, like the human form.' His smile was particularly warm and generous.
