As he had done with me, Seeman stripped Ben’s shorts and briefs off – and I had to free Ben’s calves momentarily so he could do that – and then he was focused on that nice, big, juicy cock. Seeman’s hands and mouth went to Ben’s cock and balls and he ravaged the young man. Wanting to change the scene I was familiar with and assuming no one would notice in this onslaught, I got my cock up under Ben and began an entry. I found that Seeman’s finger was there ahead of me and he had already found Ben’s prostate, but he didn’t seem to mind the company of my slowly ascending cock. When I encountered Seeman’s finger work, I felt slightly better for Ben. He was getting what he needed; milked. And Seeman was to find what I found. That even after Ben had shot off in several fountain exhibitions, the semen just kept on bubbling out for several minutes more.
Ben seemed to be taking this pretty well now. He had gotten dreamy eyed, and he had gotten his balls off and alleviated the pain from that, and, oddly, I got the impression that he didn’t mind all that much to have my cock up him. And it would probably have been a good enough educational experience for him then if Seeman hadn’t, like he had done to me under the same circumstances, taken it to another level when Ben had been totally milked and his cock had begun to soften.
Seeman reached down for Ben’s legs. I felt this was happening and released Ben’s calves from my leg hold. Lifting and wish-boning the youngster’s legs out, Seeman rolled his chair in toward the desk and I felt his cock at Ben’s hole. I tipped Ben back farther to move my cock to the back of his hole, and Seeman was pushing his monster cock in, and the young man was screaming bloody murder once more. The feel of Seeman’s sausage plowing up under my cock was too much for me, and I shoot my load. Seeman, who had obviously just loved working with Ben’s cock, wasn’t far behind me in ejaculating. So, at least Ben was saved any pumping action, which is more than I can say for my first double fuck. Ben just lolled there between the two of us in semi-consciousness, and I thought it was now or never in selling this deal.
“So, what do you think, Coach? You think Ben here could be a wrestler?”
“On my team he could. Yes, certainly.”
“How about the next team punch? Look at that cock, Coach. Look at that face and body. Wouldn’t he be a great next team punch?”
“Why yes, yes he would, now that you mention it.”
Coach sat there for several minutes, Ben still skewered by both of us, and traced his fingers over Ben’s magnificent, if temporary bruised and wounded, body; across the fine lines of his face. “Yes, yes. I think you might be right, Ron. If, of course you didn’t leave the group.”
“No, no,” said somewhat wistfully, “I think I’ve crossed some sort of line here today. I guess I wouldn’t be leaving the group now.”
“Well, you go on home now, Ron. Ben here and I have some discussing to do.”
I pulled out of Ben and put my T-shirt and shorts back on and headed for the door. When I got there, I turned to take another look. What I saw made me stop to look longer, the memory of my own encounter here, just a couple of months ago flashing into my brain. Seeman had Ben flat on his back on the desk. He was holding his right leg up and out, and holding the youngster down on the table with a strong mitt applied to his belly. Ben was squirming, but not getting anywhere. Seeman had his big dick buried in Ben’s ass still and he was starting to pump him.
“Great definition in these muscles,” Seeman was saying. “Athletic. You could be a wrestler. You should come out for wrestling. We have a tight little wrestling group. Your tight ass would be a good addition. What do you say? Come out for wrestling next semester. I could give you some one-on-one coaching.”
Ben whimpered something that I couldn’t hear.
“What was that you said?” Seeman asked. He took both of Ben’s legs in his hands and positioned the young man’s feet on the edge of the desk, and Ben had the good sense to keep them there, as it gave him leverage to accommodate Seeman’s pounding dick. Seeman then moved his hands onto Ben’s chest, digging into his pecs, squeezing his nipples hard.
“Yes, coach. Yes, I’d like that.”
“We could do this about every day,” Seeman said, as he took the root of his cock in his hand and rotated it inside Ben’s ass. Ben let out a frightened little moan.
“Would you like that? Would you like me in you, fucking your brains out nearly every day?” Seeman now had his hands on Ben’s butt cheeks, squeezing them. He was pumping Ben hard now.
“Yes, Coach. Oh please . . .”
I turned and walked away. I think it was fair to say that this part of my education was complete now. I could have fooled myself into rationalizing that Ben was getting what he needed, frequent milking to alleviate that hard cock condition he had. But I wouldn’t be fooling anyone but myself if I took comfort in that. During the past several weeks I had been asking myself how people like Professor Hollings and Dean Seeman came to be the way they were. Now I knew. I had gotten that education. I was on that road now myself.