"Hey Bao, how was your weekend?"
He had come to talk to me after the tutorial as usual. I only had a few tutorials left and because the final assignment had been done, the number of students started to dwindle.
"It was really cool!"
"And I guess as usual, you can't tell me anything about it."
"Of course I can! It's just that everything I would tell you..."
"I know, I know... everything you would tell me would be lies."
He laughed, "You know it well."
"But at least you can tell me why you're so happy about it?"
"Oh... Ah... how do you know I am?" He asked smiling.
"Well every time I see you after one of your mysterious disappearances, you look like you've won the lottery!"
"How do you know I'm not just happy to see you Mark?"
"Oh come off it."
"Well Mark, just let me say that I might as well have actually won the lottery and it's all thanks to you!"
"I didn't do much. In fact I was just asking..."
"You did everything! I will be grateful to you forever."
"Well it's good to know things are turning out okay."
"Yeah, they are but hey, what about your weekend? Did you see Darren?"
"I did. We went out to Pelican Point again."
"And?" He asked showing his beautiful smile.
"And what?"
"Oh come on Mark. Did you fuck?"
I looked at the tutorial room door. It had swung closed and was designed to be soundproof.
"So Bao, I have to tell you everything about my weekend but you can't tell me anything about yours?"
"Mark, you know it's not the same thing."
"Yeah, okay okay. Well yes. We fucked."
"Oh wow! Out in the open?"
"Yeah."
"Oh that is so hot! So Darren is... ah... getting more aware of himself?
"I think so."
"Oh that's cool then. Hey Mark? Aren't you afraid someone will catch you fucking in a public place?"
"Oh not really. Pelican Point is very remote even though you can see houses across the water. I guess if someone had high power binoculars... Actually, it's kind of exciting."
"Yeah, I can imagine. Back in Beijing, I could hardly pee without the whole neighbourhood knowing about it. I'd love to go somewhere like that. I'd love to..."
"Bao, haven't you been out of Sydney since you've been here?"
"Not until very recently. The student group arranges trips out of the city approved by the consulate but they never invited me and they frown on students doing their own thing. If they knew about you and me they wouldn't be happy. But I got to see some of the countryside from the car when they drove me down to Canberra the first time."
"Hmmm... Canberra hey?"
"Oh shit. Anyway I know you're not stupid. You've probably guessed that."
"Yeah well I've guessed who Pete's working for and you're working for him so..."
"Ah... well you're nearly right. I don't work for Pete, but..."
"You'd better not Bao. I'm sorry to keep hassling you about it, but I'd assumed you'd been down to Canberra a few times. I should take you for a drive out of the city some time."
"I have been there a few times, but... only once by car."
"What? They fly you down there?"
"Yeah. In a government jet! Actually I'm a bit of a celebrity but I'd better shut up, though it feels so good to be talking about it."
"Yeah, you'd better, but you know, Darren asked me to bring you down there one weekend. If you feel..."
"Yes! I'd love to! You told him about me?"
"Yes I did."
"When can we go?"
"How about the weekend after the faculty graduation ceremonies? I can't really get away before that and they're going to confer my doctorate then. Actually I was hoping you would come to the ceremony?"
"I... I'm going already."
"Oh really? What for?"
"Umm... I'm ah.. working."
"Oh. Okay. Say no more."
"Yeah, but I should be able to go away with you that weekend. It will be great to get away with you and to meet Darren."
"Cool."
"Well... I'd better be going to my lecture. Can I come over on Thursday night again?"
"Yes of course."
Bao still liked to come over on Thursday nights even though I'd broken up with George so there was no need to hide anything from him, however he was shy to be having sex with me while Dianne was there so he kept the Thursday routine. Part of the reason might be that I make so much noise when I orgasmed when he fucked me.
For a while he has preferred to walk over to my flat rather than me picking him up from the university library carpark after his last lecture. He said that he liked to go to his flat, have a shower and get changed and it was only about a five minute walk from his flat to mine. I missed though seeing him in my bedroom dressed in the schoolboy clothes he always wore at university and then getting him out of them.
He asked me if it was okay if he left some of his stuff at my flat. I have plenty of space in my room so I gave him one of my wardrobes. He kept some of his better clothes, shoes and a mysterious locked briefcase that I never saw him open since he'd put it there.
I saw him several times per week at the university. We spoke as good friends when alone but we were careful to put on the act of teacher and student when not. However when he turned up at my door, my body was flooded with sexual desire for him. Nearly always we went straight to bed and with hardly any foreplay, I was on my back and he had his cock inside me, always without a condom and often without lube.
As he first pushed his cock into my hole, he always looked at my face, curious to see evidence of the pleasure I felt when he opened me and touched me inside. He was only twenty and I had been his first sexual partner but somehow he had become one of those perfect lovers who was turned on as much by the pleasure he was giving as the pleasure he was receiving.
A few times he asked me while he had his cock inside me, what angle, what frequency, what pressure, how he could fuck me to give me the most pleasure and then tried it in different ways always looking curiously at my face, almost as if I was a science experiment, collecting data on my arousal.
But towards the end, when he felt his own orgasm coming, he seemed to retreat into himself. He often closed his eyes or looked at the ceiling. He fucked me harder and faster, feeling the pleasure of my soft warm insides and my tight entrance masturbating his cock. Then my head would nearly explode seeing this impossibly cute boy transform into a wildly hot body of masculine sexuality.
I wanked at the start but then edged or stopped completely, maybe only holding my cock in my fist, just feeling the pleasure of Bao's strangely disproportionate seven inch penis touching all of those places of pleasure inside me. I know some guys never have prostate or anal orgasms or they have a kind of half orgasm that leaves them unsatisfied. I've had some of those too but I must have an especially sensitive prostate and Bao learnt how to hit it, even in his final heedless landslide to orgasm. Always he pushed me over the edge and I spurted my cum all over my body while he was pumping his hot load out inside me.
But if there was hardly any foreplay, hardly any signs of affection before sex, Bao made up for it immediately after. He lent down to kiss me wildly while his softening cock slipped out of my cum filled arse. He laid down on top of me and then rolled me onto my side and held me from behind. He hugged me tightly like a bear and kissed my shoulder and neck as we dozed in the post sex torpor.
"I love you Mark."
The first time he said it, I teared up. I knew it was true.
"I love you too Bao."
But I found it hard to understand how he could so easily seperate sex and love. He was having casual sex with other guys and knew I was having sex with George at the start and then Darren. Our love for each other was like the love of brothers or even father and son though that sounds really weird. Like a father and son might go fishing together, fly a kite or work on a car, we fucked.
Sometimes after dozing for twenty minutes or so, without asking, while he was holding me from behind, he would put his hand under my top thigh and push. I knew what he wanted. I bent my thigh forward to open my hole to him from behind. My anus was already lubricated from the first fuck and also with his cum which must have been melted by my body heat. He held my body tightly as he pushed his cock inside me for the second time.
He kissed my neck and my shoulder and sometimes I turned my head back so he could kiss my lips as he slowly fucked me. Sometimes I could get my hand down there to wank myself but often I didn't care. I just let him use me for his pleasure and that was enough for me. A few times he even made me orgasm again just by his seven inch cock moving inside me. Luckily I always changed my sheets on Fridays.
Sometimes I rolled onto my back after he'd filled me with his second load of sperm and finish myself with my hand. A few times he sucked me off.
I had a meeting at the faculty about my research. It was attended by my PhD supervisor and other faculty members including the head, an executive from the insurance company that had sponsored my work and Pete from the government research security liaison (actually ASIO). There was no question that I would be awarded my doctorate in mathematics but there were some differences of opinion about publishing my work.
The insurance executive was against me publishing anything. They had sponsored my research and they now wanted to put it to use. She said that it would give their company a competitive advantage and so they considered it commercial in confidence.
Pete seemed to be against my research ever being published or even used by the insurance company in any way at all, which was a ridiculous position that he retreated from after a heated argument. In the end he was satisfied with Ms. Bates, the insurance executive's assurance that they wouldn't release anything.
I kind of agreed that I would write a paper about general principles that could be published but I complained that because of the stupid faculty rules, I would be out of a job, so between doing an education diploma and working part time probably at a café in the mall, I wouldn't have much time to write another paper.
"What are you talking about Doctor Andrew? I had assumed you were joining our project team as a technical lead?"
Technically my doctorate hadn't been conferred yet but I took it. She looked through something on her iPad when she finished speaking not waiting for my answer.
"No, I haven't heard anything about it."
"Oh shit," she said surprising everyone. "Sorry, I'll get the project manager to give you a call. You'll need to be interviewed but that's just a formality. I really hope... I'm really sorry. We assumed you would be available? At least two or three days a week?"