"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?"
"For how long?"
"Starting in early January. A six week POC and then if everything works out, a six to eight month project? It's just here in the city but you can work from home some days?"
"Of course, I'd love to, but I have to talk to the faculty about my obligations here?"
My supervisor looked at the head of admin, the bitch who had accused me of lying on my application.
"MISTER Andrew, we have been giving consideration to waving the requirement for an education qualification in your case based on the amount of time you've spent tutoring and the feedback we've received from students about you, but we haven't made a final decision yet..."
"Mark," interrupted Professor Beardsley, the head of the faculty. "I'm sorry you've been kept the dark about this. As soon as the paperwork is done, I expect you to join the faculty and take up your professorship. Forget about the Ed diploma. We can only pay you part time and you can use the time to write your paper and develop the lectures and course work for the new artificial intelligence subject we will be offering. I see no reason you can't take up Ms. Bates' offer."
"Oh... thanks professor!"
After the meeting, everyone came to shake my hand, welcome me to the faculty and apologise for the fact that everyone had been talking about me but no one to me. At the end Pete came to talk to me quietly.
"Looks like things are turning out okay for you Mark?"
"Yeah, it's a huge relief."
"How's Bao going?"
I wasn't sure how to answer.
"He's okay. Ah... last time I saw him."
"You know, he's a bit of a superstar in my neck of the woods. Has he told you much about what he does?"
"No, nothing. I don't talk to him that..."
"Forget that Mark. I know all about you and him. I don't have a problem with it. He's old enough to know what he's doing and I'm happy he's got you to look after him."
"Oh."
"But Mark, I mean it. Look after him. Some of the things he's doing for us are stressful and could be dangerous. I heard you're taking him away for the weekend in a few weeks?"
"Oh... yeah..."
"That's good. Get him out of the city for a while. Do you still have my number?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. Call me if you're worried about anything and Mark, I assume you know to keep you trap shut about anything he tells you?"
"Yeah, but he doesn't tell me anything."
"Yeah well... just in case hey?"
"Okay but I hope you don't spill what you know about me and him? You know it could mean my job here before I even start."
"Don't worry. The university won't find out about it from us."
That wasn't totally comforting. The "us" meant more than just he knew about it.
