"Thanks for doing this, David," said the voice on the other end of the phone. "I owe you one. Everything happened at once and I didn't know what to do. The College wouldn't give the money to rent him something. Our French department is so small --just me and Edith. And I wouldn't dare send him to stay with her."
"You owe me a big one, Roger," replied David.
"We'll see about that when I get back there, Dave," Roger laughed. "I've got you a really big one waiting for you. Thanks again, buddy."
"Anytime, and give my love and regards to Christopher. Talk to you later, Rog."
David hung up and sat back in his office chair. What had he gotten himself into by agreeing to do this for his friend Roger, head of the French language department. His friend had to take a leave of absence and had gotten an acquaintance from France teaching at a university in Montreal to take his place with college approval. David had promised to let the visiting professor stay with him. David had planned a big party, but that was now on hold with this guy coming to stay for the next few months.
David rolled out of bed on Saturday in order to drive to the airport to pick up the new professor. He looked back at the bed and smiled at the two beautiful boys, their arms and legs entwined as they slept. He had just introduced Latin Nick to blonde Charlie, and David loved the contrast between their beautiful young muscled bodies. He loved to watch Nick's dark cock pounding Charlie's blond-fuzz covered ass. And nothing got him harder than Charlie on his knees sucking Nick's thick brown cock.
They had such a long fuck session last night he thought he might well oversleep. He fell asleep after he came, but the boys were still slowly fucking. He had cum across Nick's face, drops of cum falling onto Charlie's neck and shoulders. The last thing he remembered was Nick nibbling the back of Charlie's neck, his hand over the blond's red-lipped mouth to keep him from moaning or yelling too loud. The rhythm of Nick slowly pounding Charlie's tight ass had lulled David softly to sleep.
He knew he needed to get on the road, but the boys cocks were half-hard with morning wood and lolling against each other like a yin/yang symbol. He couldn't resist leaning in and running his tongue over both their hefty cocks. The musky salty rankness filled his nostrils as he grabbed them both in his hands and ran his tongue over the two cockheads. David's own cock pushed into the cool cotton sheets leaving a fresh wet trail of precum as he feasted on their thick young cocks - deepthroating them both in turn.
All he could think about was having both those fat pricks together in his daddy hole stretching him until his ass gaped open. Suddenly he felt hands on his head pushing him roughly further onto Nick's dark cock. He glanced up to see that Charlie and Nick each had a hand on his head, forcing the cock further down his gullet. Charlie shifted a bit and started pushing his cock between the older man's lips too. David gurgled as Charlie slid his cock beside Nick's, pushing David's mouth to its limits. David tried to push away, but the hands wouldn't let him. Before he knew it, his mouth was filled with two hot loads. The creamy loads dripped out of his mouth and down his chin. Nick pulled his cock out first, droplets of cum wiped across David's hairy cheek. Nick reached for Charlie's cock, he pushed on David's forehead pushing him backward as he leaned down and ran his own tongue over Charlie's dripping cockhead. Nick sank his lips over the head of the blond's cock creating a suction that made a popping sound as he pulled off of it. Both boys leaned over and gave David a messy kiss, cum smearing over lips, cheeks, and noses.
David slid off the bed and wiped his face on the corner of a sheet. He ran to the bathroom before getting dressed and donning a ball cap. He noticed the boys were making out and tickling each other as he left the bedroom. Fuck he wanted to stay, he thought as he walked out into the warm sunshine to his car.
By the time he got the airport, the visiting professor's plane had landed. As matter of fact, it had been early. David just waited at the lounge near the gate, figuring the guy had gone for some coffee or something. After about twenty-minutes David decided to call, but remembered he had left the number on his desk at home. He had the guy paged and waited. Finally, after almost two hours, he decided to just head back home.
He noticed a strange car parked at his house. He walked inside and Charlie bounded up to him wearing a t-shirt and some loose gym shorts.
"You've got a visitor, some middle-aged rude guy," he said in a whisper. "He's in the kitchen..." he paused for a second, then continued, "and he's making himself quite at home."
Nick walked up to them from the direction of the kitchen and gave David and Charlie both a peck on the cheek. He was dressed like Charlie.
"Who the fuck is that hijo de puta -- son of a bitch-- in the kitchen? Qué cabrón --what a bastard!"
"He's the bastard who's going to be staying here for awhile. Remember me telling you both? So behave. And he's not old...early forties, maybe younger," David told them in a soft growl.
"Okay, we're off to meet Gio and Skye," Charlie said as he and Nick patted David on the shoulders. "Go play with your old friend, old man." They were laughing as they left.
"Be careful," David said as the door shut.
He didn't even want to imagine what those four were going to get up to together. Whatever they were doing was probably way more fun that what he'd have to deal with here --some old grouchy snooty French professor. David sucked in a deep breath and walked to the kitchen.
David was completely taken aback when he walked into the kitchen.
Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in his hand was the new professor. He saw David walk into the room and he raised a finger to David as he finished his sip of tea. He sat down his cup, wiped his hand on a napkin, and stood up, his hand outstretched.
"Bonjour, monsiuer, or do you prefer ' professeur'?" the man asked.
"Just call me David," he answered, reaching out and shaking the muscular tanned hand offered to him.
"I'm Lui Moreau, you may call me 'Lui'," he informed David.
David smiled, hoping his wide eyes didn't disclose his shock upon meeting this incredibly handsome man standing in his kitchen. David knew the man was older, but he could have passed for early thirties, maybe younger.
Lui Moreau was about David's height. His wide shoulders tapered down to a tight waist, his clothes very stylish and tailored to his perfect body. With his piercing dark eyes, scruff-bearded strong jaw, and deep olive complexion, he looked more like a male model than a college professor.
Lui sat back down, motioning for David to sit with him.
"Those ill-mannered young men tried to get me to drink some instant coffee. I prefer tea. It is a glorious habit I developed in London while young. I found this teapot. I brought my own tea that I purchased on the layover in New York."
"That's my grandmother's antique teapot that she brought over from..."
"Well, then she'd be delighted someone was enjoying it," Lui interrupted. "Anyway, Davide," Lui said, giving a French twist to David's name, "I didn't want to wait at the airport, so I went ahead and rented a car. I should have made a few stops for provisions, but not knowing the town...I'll make a list of my requirements and one of those houseboys can fetch the lot."
"Their names are Nick and Charlie...and they aren't..." David began rather sternly.
"They can clean this up. I'd like to go to my room and get settled, if I may," Lui interrupted again, getting up and walking over to his baggage. He grabbed his coat and briefcase. "Can you help me with my cases?" He gave David a devilishly handsome smile.
"Uhm, ok, sure. Come with me," David stated, defeated. But the small but extremely dimpled smile from Lui seemed to erase his brash, assertive behavior.
Lui spent most the midday unpacking, making lists, and settling in. That afternoon, David and Nick went on a shopping trip, leaving Charlie to help Lui settle into the house. Charlie absolutely hated having to do it and couldn't stand Lui. The only reason Charlie agreed was because Will was coming to do some work on the garden shed. If he was going to be a "babysitter", he would at least have some eye candy to watch...maybe...hopefully, even more.
The BlackCole Construction van drove up around two o'clock. Charlie was standing in the doorway wearing a tank and jogging shorts, as William Black stepped out. He was wearing his usual tank top, khaki shorts, and heavy work boots. His tan skin was shining from sunscreen oil, making his tattoos stand out bright and clear. Don't get a fucking boner, Charlie kept telling himself as the muscled stud walked toward him.
"Where's David?" Will asked, running a hand over his recon high and tight haircut.
"He's had to run out on some errands for a demanding guest," answered Charlie, his eyes wandering over the tattoos running up Will's bulging arms.
"So you like a particular fruity cereal with marshmallows or certain kind of nut milk?" Will joked with a wink and a smile.
"No, not me," Charlie said, stepping out of the door and pointing to the bedroom on the second floor. "That fucking older French asshole who's staying with him --he's a few years younger than David. He's hot as fuck, but what an ass!" Charlie didn't care if his voice traveled.
"Well, personally I like a good ass," Will replied. Charlie didn't notice Will appreciating his own sweet round ass. "You must be joking," he said, his eyes taking in the blond's young tight body. Will had wanted to get that twink on his knees or on his back for awhile now. But he also enjoyed the attention that he got from Charlie fawning over him.
"No, I'm not joking, he's a rude snob." Charlie gave a frustrated sigh. "He's been pretty quiet for a few minutes. I need to check on him. He keeps going through the house fiddling with things, like he owns the fucking place." Charlie stepped into the house, and then turned back. "David told me some things to tell you. I'll be back out in a second...if you wanted to go get ready...I mean, go get started."
Charlie ran upstairs and was back down in no time. Lui was in the bathroom taking a bath and would probably be in there for hours pampering himself...the conceited bastard, thought Charlie. He raced to David's bedroom and pulled off the jockstrap he was wearing and pulled his jogging shorts over his bare fuzzy peach ass. He was ready for Will. This was going to be a perfect day, he thought.
Charlie walked around to the shed in the back. He smiled as he saw Will shirtless, his tank top stuffed into his back pocket. He was taking some measurements and typing them into his phone.
You get him settled?" asked Will continuing to take measurements.
"Oh, he's taking a bath. I'll keep him busy for awhile." Charlie then started listing off the notes David had quickly made. While Charlie was speaking, Will set his phone down and started stretching, his muscled arms flexing high over his head. His incredible ab muscles rivaled a washboard as he stretched. His shorts rode low on his hips causing his large wolf tattoo to slightly come into a view. Charlie stumbled over his words a couple times
