Dave Schuster and the Jealous Husband

To those who have not read any of my stories, I will introduce you to a young man by the name of Dave Schuster. For those readers who have already read my stories, and can remember Dave, you may skip this paragraph. Dave is a student at one of the areas finer universities. Not only that, he is actually a fairly good student. This is despite his many other activities, such as his fraternity membership, and the university soccer team. I will now provide you with a little of Dave's physical description. Dave stands about six foot five, and has fairly long blond hair. His frame is on the rather long and lanky side, but not with a bony lankiness. His slightly tanned body was covered with just enough fat and muscle to give him that gorgeous smooth look that it seems only men in their late teens and early twenties possess. His almost shoulder length hair was slightly wavy, and came not quite to the middle of his neck. His smooth-chested upper body could boast enough muscle to give him that firm look of a swimmer, or military cadet, but not a wrestler, or a football player. He was a soccer player. He almost made team captain, if not for an unfortunate incident,(see Dave's Pledge Night Continued...really, under College). It certainly was not for lack of athletic ability, or appearance. Dave is handsome. His face was smooth and had a mature, stern continence, with a long straight nose, and thoroughly Anglo Saxon features. Dave might have been German or even Scandinavian in ancestry, but definitely not Mediterranean. Although fairly strong, as a soccer player Dave's main salient physical features were in his lower body. His legs were well muscled. Not bulky or fat in the least, but with excellent muscle size and tone. Generally they were smooth, with just a hint of light brown/blond hair on his calves leading down from the knees to his feet. Going up, his thighs were simply beautifully sculpted, both front and back, and his buttocks were large and protruding for a male. They were more like a basketball players, and were like two exaggerated works of sculpted marble that did not seem possible on any real human. Frankly, from the back any woman, and even some men, would have taken interest. To sum up, Dave Schuster was one of those young tall blond college studs that when he walked across campus you said to yourself, "oh, if only, just a peak, if only..". Even in modest dress, you just lusted after Dave.

Modest dress was all anyone would see of Dave. Like most young men of his generation, Dave was repelled by the idea of being seen naked by anyone of his same sex. In addition he was at least, no more, homophobic than most. He and the other soccer team members would quickly change in the locker room, and keep a careful eye out for anyone who didn't belong. No gay man was going to get a peak at those boys. As for showering in the communal facilities after practice, a couple of the boys did. But most, like Dave, went to their dorms sweaty, and showered there, behind a closed curtain. And I might add, as always with young men these days, when Dave wore shorts, they were never much shorter than knee length.

As I mentioned earlier, Dave Schuster was a fairly good student. There was, however, one class where his abilities did not excel. That was Philosophy. His teacher, Mrs. Spence, was rather concerned over Dave’s rather poor academic performance. One day, she summoned Dave, after class, to talk to him about it. “I understand, Mrs. Spence, but I might need some help with this.” “Alright, Dave, should I arrange a meeting where we can discuss this matter further?” “Sure, how about after soccer practice, in my dorm? I’ll meet you there, after my practice soccer meet and shower.” “Sure, that would be great.” Mrs. Spence obviously wouldn’t want to meet Dave before his shower, all hot and sweaty.

Mrs. Spence, an attractive woman of about thirty-five, was married to an accountant. Her marriage was good, but, like many marriages, dull. Her husband, a man about ten years her senior, made a good honest living. Sometimes he was obliged to work long hours, and sometimes he really did not have the time, or the energy, for his college Philosophy teacher wife. In appearance, Mr. Spence was not too unattractive, for a male in his middle adult years. He looked like, at one time in his life he may have been attractive, but that time had gradually erased any memory of that attractiveness. He was bald, wore glasses, was shorter than average, and a bit overweight. The suits he wore to the office he never seemed to get buttoned over his middle aged paunch. It would not be too unkind to say that, despite her love for him, he definitely did not live up to the attractive young college men that Mrs. Spence taught everyday. This was unfortunately especially true of gorgeous, blond Dave Schuster.

After teaching class, Mrs. Spence gathered her notes and other work together, and proceeded to the dorm room of the young soccer player who required her help. She naturally assumed that he would either be present there, waiting to study with her, or would return shortly from practice, all cleaned up and dressed after showering at the university athletic facilities. She was to be proven wrong on both these assumptions. She arrived at his dorm room, and gave a loud knock on the door. “Anybody home?” No answer. She then opened her purse and removed the spare key Dave had lent her, and proceeded to open the door. She entered the room and sat down at Dave’s desk, and waited for Dave to show. She naturally assumed that Dave was still either at practice, or at least at the athletic facility. She was unaccustomed to the locker room shyness of today’s college men. She had no idea that young Dave Schuster was at this very moment finishing his shower at the dormitory, and that he would be coming soon back to his room, still wet and wearing only a towel. 

Mrs. Spence sat at the small desk in Dave Schuster's room. After a few minutes she heard a sound. It was the door opening. Finally, she thought, he is back from soccer practice, all dressed and cleaned up. She turned in the chair and looked up. When the door opened in walked Dave. He stood before her, still slightly wet after drying himself. His long blond hair was wet with most of his waves straightened by the moisture, and appearing slightly darker. His tall smooth frame had a few tiny droplets of moisture dripping down his almost smooth chest and back. His well muscled chest was slightly tanned and had two brown nipples that were a little prominent for a male. His stomach was almost flat, with what most women would consider a small, sexy navel. As for his lower body, Dave was covered from just below the navel to almost his ankles in a beech towel that was wrapped at least twice around his body. He certainly didn't want his towel to fall off on the way back between the bath room shower and his dorm room! Dave's large feet wore flip flops. Mrs. Spence, still in the seated position, looked up and down the long frame of the young college student. She couldn't help it. He simply looked gorgeous. As she found herself absorbed in the process of examining him, she gradually found herself overcome with strong feelings of desire, I would say lust, but that would have been an impolite way to talk about a woman, especially a good one caught in a boring marriage to a middle aged bald and pot bellied accountant. Her eyes met his, then slowly lowered, down his torso, down over the towel he was wearing, to his feet. Then they would travel back up again. She, being in the seated position, and he, being significantly taller than her, she found her eyes settling well...you know where. Just below the navel was the knot of Dave's beech towel. Just below that knot was a small bulge (yes, reader, a small bulge, sorry to disappoint). Mrs. Spence found her eyes settling there.

"Mrs. Spence, what are you doing in my room?" "I, I told you I was going to meet you. Don't you remember?" "Yeah, but in my room? I'm not even dressed yet." "I'm sorry, Dave. I, ah will leave a few moments and let you get dressed. I hope I did not embarrass you." "That's alright. I'm not embarrassed. Stay." "Please, Dave; you're not serious! What do you think of me?" "You know what I think. And I know what you think. I saw the way you were looking at me when I came in. The same way you look at me when I am in class every day." "I beg you're pardon! I don't find that comment amusing at all! I am going to leave now. You are going to have to find someone else to help you with your Philosophy lessons!" Mrs. Spence, still sitting with the chair turned around facing Dave, attempted to rise. Dave moved closer, preventing her from standing. His lower body, especially his "bulge" was practically in her face. "What are you doing! Let me go! If you don't I'll report this!" "Yeah. Report what? That you are in the habit of visiting guy students in their dorms?" She didn't know what to do. The visit inside a male student's dorm was technically against school regulations. Besides, she did start having feelings of desire as the young soccer player came closer, and she got within a few inches of the bulge in his beach towel, just below his navel. Slowly the knot just above the bulge began to loosen. A little at a time it became looser and looser. Her anticipation grew. So too did the size of the bulge, gradually forming the outline of something. Then the towel opened. And dropped to the ground. Except for his flip flops, Dave Schuster was totally nude, and standing with his six foot five inch frame towering over the seated teacher, whose face was by now only inches from the most intimate region of the young man's body. She let out a sigh. A penis was hardening just before her eyes, only a few inches from her mouth. If it was more out of fear or out of desire, I really can’t say, but the teacher’s mouth opened slightly at its sight. It was not a large penis, only about five inches or so erect, but it was a penis, and it was attached to a tall, blond, gorgeous, young college soccer player. The attractive thirty-five year old woman simply could not be expected to humanly resist. Her mouth opened some more, and Dave’s penis inserted itself inside.

Now Dave stood tall and straight. A feeling of pure unadulterated lust gripping his entire being. It was much less complex than the confused conflicting emotions that were motivating Mrs. Spence. He pushed his hips foreword, flexing his two beautifully large and protruding buttocks and proceeded to thrust his now rock hard phallus deep inside his teacher’s mouth. She was obliged to absorb all five to six inches of the organ, until even a few blondish pubic hairs were tickling her nose, and the tight scrotum of the young man was making contact with her lower lip. Soon even that would be close to being forcibly swallowed by the woman’s mouth. Dave let out a loud moan. “Suck it all, bitch. Suck my whole fucking cock, you fucking slut!” All feelings of respect, or even common courtesy, were gone, if they had ever been present. This was simply pure sexual conquest on the young man’s part. Mrs. Spence several times tried to pull away from the young man, whose manner was definitely not romantic. Dave put his hands on her head and forced her mouth over his member in more and more violent reactions. This was no golden lad, as perhaps the teacher imagined, but a lustful domineering young man who was accustomed to getting everything he wanted, and would settle for nothing less. As for any desires of her’s, she several times tried to reach up and around his waist, to touch that beautiful man’s butt cheeks, only to find her hands violently shoved downward again. Dave was interested only in his own pleasure, pure and simple. How dare anyone even dream of violating his perfect student athlete’s body? To put it bluntly, in reality, Dave Schuster was really nothing more than a narcissistic sonofabitch.

“Suck it. Suck it. Suck more you fucking slut!” Dave rammed his hard penis in and out, gradually reaching a climax in his violence and lust. His body, from his face down, was starting to show red, as if it was all just an extension of his sex organ, and his sex organ motivated his brain. “Uhh,uhh, uhh…oh..yeah! oh yeah…oh fuck!!!..yeah, fuck!!!” Moans of pure lust grew louder and louder until his manhood could contain itself no more. Eventually, after several minutes, orgasm ensued, with large gobs of precum, and semen gushing out of his glans penis, and down his teacher’s throat. “Swallow it all, you fucking bitch!!” Slowly, his erection receded. Mrs. Spence tried to spit out the disgusting loud deposited in her mouth, but to no avail. “I said swallow it all, bitch!” She gulped and swallowed, and nearly threw up on the floor. This was not love, but the opposite. She was by now in tears. Dave wrapped the towel back around his waist, went over to his burrier, and took out a pair of boxer shorts. These he slipped on, underneath his towel, of course. “I don’t let no one see me naked, unless absolutely necessary. Ha ha.” Then he slipped off the towel, walked over to the door, opened it and motioned, “now, bitch, get the fuck out of here!” She obeyed, silently. Should she call the authorities? And say what? He said, she said. And she was in his dorm. And Dave knew it. “If you’re lucky, I won’t report this case of sexual harassment, slut, ha.” Dave laughed as she left. He had, in effect, gotten away with rape. 

“Why are you so upset?” Mr. Spence had just gotten home from the office to notice his wife sitting silently in their living room. She didn’t answer, at first. “I betrayed you, dear.” Gradually, over the next hour, she told him the whole story of what had transpired between her and her student. At the end of it all he looked as though he was going to hit her. But that was a misinterpretation. “Its all right, hon. I forgive you. Don’t worry about a thing.” He then got up from the table and went upstairs. He then came down again, and went out the door. “I have to go out now.” “Now? Why?” “I can’t explain. Don’t worry.” She assumed that he just needed some time alone to think things over. What she didn’t realize was that he had gone upstairs to get a small handgun that he kept in a drawer near their bed, and that he was going out to have things out with the man who had violated his wife, Dave Schuster. It was not going to be a pleasant meeting for the selfish young college student athlete. 

It was now late. Dave relaxed in his dorm room, somewhat self-satisfied over what he had "accomplished" with his Philosophy teacher, Mrs. Spence. The dormitory was quiet; it was a school night and most of the other guys were either asleep or hard at their homework. Dave, however, didn't worry. "My only bad class, and she'd be afraid to flunk me now! Ha!" He therefore decided to cut classes for tomorrow and do something else. Maybe, he thought, a late night workout back at the gym in the university athletic complex. Although he had already showered earlier in the evening, his adventure with the teacher made him a little sweaty, (or maybe it was thinking about his adventure with the teacher), so, he decided, a late night workout would do the trick. He could work on his gorgeous legs, arms, abs, "glutes" (you know what), and so on. About the only thing he couldn't work on in the gym was his wonderful blond locks. (And they didn't have anything in the gym to cure selfishness). So Dave walked over to his dresser, stripped off his boxers, (don't get excited at this, dear reader, Dave was alone in the room-nobody was going to get a look at that butt!), and pulled on a pair of light blue low-cut bikini briefs for working out, (I don't know why they call it a "pair", the garment didn't even cover Dave's full rear; a hint of butt crack could be seen from the back). He then slipped on a "pair" of sweat shorts. These, to be honest, were sexy looking. They only came to just above mid-thigh on Dave, and were fairly form-fitting as well. The only reason that someone as modest as Dave would wear them was because this was late at night and the campus was dark and quiet. Dave would never wear these in broad daylight; they would give too good a view of the shape of his butt, and no straight college man these days-especially Dave-would allow that to happen. Then, Dave pulled on a white, high necked t-shirt, and since the night was cool, a dark blue, hooded sweatshirt. He of course, kept the hood down. It was not that cool, and even he had to show off that head of long blond hair. The sweat shirt had the campus logo on it. In addition, Dave wore some white ankle socks, and white sneakers. He left the room, went down the steps, and off to the large athletic facility that was the pride of the university. It was closed this late, of course, but this was Dave Schuster, and "membership has its privileges". He only needed to flash his id; when the guard, who was half asleep, recognized who it was, he was allowed right in. He had the whole facility to himself.

Mr. Spence drove up to the university, and parked close to where Dave Schuster’s dormitory was. He proceeded to the front door of the dorm, but was stopped by a guard, “Sir, are you a student?” “No, but my wife teaches here; I just needed to talk to one of her students.” “Oh, I see, oh, it is Mr. Spence, why, how do you do, sir. Sorry I didn’t recognize you at night. Sure, go right in.” “Thanks!” Mr. Spence entered the building, and went up to Dave Schuster’s room. He opened the door, ironically, with the same key that the student had lent his wife. Dave never remembered to get it back, (he was a blond, after all, ha ha), so Mr. Spence entered the room and went right in. Unfortunately he didn’t find Dave there. (I know, it seems that in this story, no one ever finds Dave Schuster in his room.) He thought of waiting, but decided to look for the young man, instead. Mr. Spence walked out in the hallway, and noticed another student walking down it. “Hello, young man! Can, you please tell me where I might find Dave Schuster?” “Oh, that guy? Who are you? His father?” “No, I’m not. I just need to talk to him about something.” “Okay, because he’s the most stuck up guy I ever met. Thinks he’s God’s gift to the universe, or something. If he’s not in his room, then he might be out with his friends, or, well, you could try the athletic facility.” “Oh, why, I thought it was closed this time of night?” “Yeah, it is, but, you know, membership has its privileges! (Ha ha) If your one of the jocks, especially a kiss up like Dave, they let you do anything. I even heard that he screwed his Philosophy teacher!” “Really, interesting. Well, thank you. I’ll see if he’s there.” With that, Mr. Spence left the dormitory, and headed straight for the athletic facility. Unlike Dave, though, he didn’t need to show any identification. By the time he got there, the guard was fast asleep. He simply walked right in.