Doctor Jensen

Just after high school, I wanted to get a head start on my four year college degree. Rather than waiting to go off to school when the fall semester began like most students do, I left home early so I could attend the first two summer semesters. I was an adventurous person and couldn’t wait to see what the world had to offer me after being locked up on our family farm practically my entire life.

College life was great! Before I knew it, I was hanging around with five fellow students I met in my political science class. We were all about the same age, although I was the youngest by about nine months on average. 

One of my good friends, Karla, dubbed me baby of the group because she said I had such a baby looking face. She also jokingly remarked to the group from time to time that I probably couldn’t grow ten whiskers on my face yet. 

Often we met in the Student Union Building (SUB) and watched TV, played video games and dined for the most part. The SUB was also a place where students casually studied and often sat around in small groups at tables during meal time. They discussed topics ranging anywhere from English literature to politics. Frequently some professors sat in on these discussion because they liked to interact with students in an informal setting, and also because the SUB was available for factuality and staff to dine in. 

Given my friends were all political science majors (except for me) , politics was normally the subject matter at our table. Our professor, doctor Jensen, often sat with us at meal time and discussed the day’s hot political topics. 

Doctor Jensen no doubt came across as an intellectual even by his physical appearance. He parted his slightly longer than normal gray hair in the middle, sported a very neatly trimmed beard and wore round rimed eye glasses. He was about 5’11 with a slender build. I learned he just turned 51 and had been teaching at the university some 18 years. Like most of the facility, he lived within walking distance of campus. I also learned he was married at one time, but now divorced.

He had one rule; either call him by his formal name, “Dr. Jensen”, or call him by his first name, “Alan”. But he hated being called Mr. Jensen. 

I could tell my friends were sometimes green with envy when Alan would often ask me my views on an issue. I guess he respected my opinion given my grades were the highest in his class of 211 students. Karla teased me one night and said, “ I bet Alan would do anything to get you into the sack, Tommy,” cause she instinctively thought he was gay. We both broke out in laughter and I sarcastically replied, “ Yea Right”. 

Late one afternoon, I was sitting in the SUB by myself having a sandwich & reading a book when Alan saw me and came over. We chatted for a bit about how I was making the adjustment to college life and how well I was excelling academically. He jokingly asked if I knew my friends were a little jealous of me because I had outscored them on every exam so far. I just gave him a pleasant look and shrugged my shoulders as if it wasn’t any big deal.

Alan said he was glad he caught me by myself. He added he had something for me and passed me an invitation to a party he was having the following week on the 4th of July over at his house. He explained that it was just a small get together which included some faculty associates and some personal friends. He asked however that I not tell anyone because he couldn’t invite all his students. 

I gladly accept his kind invitation and told Alan not to worry because my lips were sealed.

Four days before the party, I had a really bizarre dream. I dreamt that I was back home on my family farm in our barn with Karla and Dr. Jensen. I took off my clothes in front of them, bent over a stack of hay, and let Dr. Jensen put his dick in me. Karla looked on and shrieked in horror. I told her to stop screaming cause I liked getting fucked and that she was just jealous. I added that I wanted Dr. Jensen to cum in me cause his sperm would probably make me as intelligent as he is. Karla yelled and said she always knew we were both queers. She ran off to get my mother. When my mom came into the barn, she starting clapping for us and told Karla to take a picture of Dr. Jensen with his dick in me for our family album. Karla finally calmed down and added that she wanted to also take a picture of us to put in the school newspaper. 

I was so turned on from my dream when I woke up, I beat my meat three times that day while fantasized over Alan fucking me naked in our family barn while Karla looked on in total dismay.

The day of the party, I decided to go about two hours or so after it started. I figured I didn’t know anybody that would be there other than Alan, so two to four hours more or less was plenty of time to be around strangers. And, besides I told myself that Alan told me to come by anytime between noon and four o’clock. 

When I rang the door bell, Allen answered and welcomed me. I could tell he was very glad I decided to come to his little soiree. Once he ushered me in, there were about 20 or so people drinking and socializing. 

The get-to-together looked like a real kind of yuppie affair. There were a few associates of Alan’s along with their spouses, a few graduate students and their spouses/ girlfriends-- and a few lawyers & accountants with their spouses. Alan introduced me to everyone as his youngest and brightest student. I was flattered by his introduction, but I keep my outward feelings rather modest in nature. 

I really had a good time chatting with the graduate students. They gave me all kinds of advice which I found insightful. 

Three hours passed very quickly. By then, most of the guests were saying their good-byes and leaving. About seven people remained and we chatted for about another hour when the next thing I knew, pot was being smoked outside on the patio. Well, needles to say, I took a few drags cause everyone including Alan was partaking in it and I didn’t want to seem like a party-pooper . I never really liked pot however because it made me very tired after about an hour.

We were out on the patio for about forty-five minutes when I asked Alan if he wouldn’t mind if I went inside and rested for a few minutes caused the pot really buzzed me. Alan replied, “ Sure Tommy, go inside and relax for a while”. 

When I walked into the house, someone had already turned the TV on although no one was in the den. The Fourth of July celebration in New York was underway. So, I threw a few couch pillows down on the floor and laid down on my side in front of the TV while I watched the celebration. I must have dosed for about thirty minutes cause when I stirred, I could hear Alan saying goodbye to the last of his guests. 

Once Alan closed the door, he told me to just remain where I was and watch the celebration which was now in full gear while he cleaned up a little. When he finished, he came over with a glass of wine, sat down right behind me and crossed his legs Indian style while I remained on my side. 

As we watched the celebration wind down, Alan placed his fingers on my waist four or five times and then quickly pulled them off as if it were perhaps an accident. But when I didn’t flinch and he was sure that I didn’t mind, he put his fingers back on my waist and left them there. 

After about a minute or so, he gradually began rubbing his fingers in small circles around my waist. This immediately gave me a boner cause I could feel him coming onto me. While I wasn’t physically attracted to Alan yet, I certainly felt an emotional fascination to him given my wet dream. And, I now considered him to be my mentor as well. I was kind of nervous and a little scared, but I told myself, “whatever happens, happens,” while I continued to lay on my side in front of the TV.

I pretended that I was watching the commentary on tube, but that was actually the furthest thing from my mind. Gradually, I could feel his fingers make larger and larger circles around my waist. My dick was rock hard at that point and my heart, pounding. Alan slowly worked his hand onto me and gradually rubbed me from my waist up to my arm, onto my shoulder, and back down again while I remained gazing at the TV. I felt a tingle sizzle through my entire body as he continued to softly rub his hand softly back and forth on me.

After five full minutes had passed, Alan lowered his hand and placed it across my chest. He rubbed my chest in gentle circles so I could experience the wonderful sensation of his hand and fingers rub me between my shirt and flesh. He was a very gentle and patient man which put me at total ease. 

It seemed like almost another five minutes had lapsed when he unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt. I remained perfectly still and allowed him to proceed. Once he had unbuttoned the first three, he slide his hand in and began rubbing my chest. Oh did his hand feel incredible as he worked it across my flesh and nipples. I just laid there without a word spoken and enjoyed it while I continued to pretend that I was watching TV.

To give Alan the “green light” that I really enjoyed what he was doing to me, I placed one foot behind the other and slowly removed my shoes. Once my shoes were off , Alan proceeded to unbuttoned my entire shirt . He rubbed his hand from my bare chest down to my stomach and back up again for a few minutes. He kindly helped me peel my shirt off while I remained on my side. 

By now, I wanted Alan. I was neither nervous or scared anymore. When he leaned over just a little, he could see my throbbing cock dying to get out of my shorts so it could breath. He unbuckled my belt and cautiously unbuttoned my shorts. Again, I gave him the “green light” when I lifted my hips up so he could remove both my shorts and underwear . Once he tugged them off, all that was left were my socks which I removed using my toes. 

Now, I was fully unclothed which I could sense really aroused him, and me too for that fact. Slowly Alan moved his hands over my waist and fondled by cock & balls using only his fingers. This was truly an endearing and affectionate sensation which lasted almost ten full minutes.

I could no longer resist this kind of teasing on my private parts which really weren’t so private anymore. They now belonged to Alan as well. I rolled over onto my back with my eyes closed so that my naked body laid right before his eyes. I could hear Alan take off his glasses and put them on the coffee table. He lowered his head onto my chest and kissed my nipples from side to side. He was a real pro at foreplay! The whiskers from his beard really tantalized my young tender nipples. I felt so submissive by now, that I wanted him dominate my entire naked body. 

Slowly he kissed his way down my chest until he reached my cock. At first he licked my dick slowly several times and then worked his way down onto my balls. After a few minutes, he went further down and placed his moist warm tong into my butt. He licked my ass up and down almost twenty times. I was so turned on, I began to moan and raise my hips. I had never experienced anything so startling in my entire life.