The Orion, Where The Intellectuals And The Gays Met At College

I went off to college, a small liberal arts college, from high school with little life experience. I was alone, didn't know anyone. My roommate was a nice guy, but he was a jock and his friends were all into sports. I was taking my first English class and I my professor, longish hair, glasses, tweed coat, pipe, blue eyes, told me that I needed to research this coffee bar off campus, the Orion. It was a place where intellectuals hung out, and I might get a chance to meet people there.

There were a lot of intellectuals, poets, writers, artists, politicals, and my English professor. He was the one that spoke to me and we talked about books and what I liked to read. He poked into my life, my mom and particularly my dad and his influence on me. After a while he told me he had a couple of books I may like to read, they were at his house, and if I was up to it we could walk there, see what was in his library. I followed him, never considering what all the other people at the Orion coffee shop were thinking right then.

At his house, filled with books and book shelves, a big reading chair, several pipes in a pipe holder, a small kitchen and a bedroom also filled with books. He lived alone. We went from this bookcase to this other bookcase and he showed me books that I had never heard of. He showed me one, it had a simple title but two men holding hands. That's when he kissed me. His lips were hot and soft and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He held me and continued to kiss me telling me that I was such a good looking boy and he was happy he could have me over.

He took me to the bedroom, with the book still in my hand. He sat on the bed and asked me to sit beside him and he opened the book and found the paragraph. "He leaned back, Joe's hot cock against his thigh, Joe kissing him, gently and then more passionately. Jack's eyes watered, his own cock now erect in Joe's hand, and Joe turned and performed fellatio and Jack squirmed." Did I like that? Here let me see, and he put his hand in my lap and offered to open up my pants. I laid back on the bed while he performed fellatio. I wanted him to kiss me some more, but he was kissing me down there, and then he held my penis in his hand and he leaned over me and started to kiss me some more.

I didn't notice that he had gotten his pants off and he had helped me get out of my jeans, his hot cock against my thigh, his hand on my cock, kissing me, my neck, my nipples and back to taking my cock in his mouth. It wasn't long before I had his cock in my hand and I was performing fellatio and not long after that that he was consummating the evening with me, under him, filled, his rocking motion on my back. Then he whispered in my ear, his hot breath on my neck, 'your are going to enjoy this' and with that he came.

He loaned me the book, he was the author, a limited edition. He wrote it when he was working on his doctorate at Berkley. Never had it published, except for those few editions that he graciously g*fted to his students. I read the book from cover to cover, I saw myself, I was Jack, and masturbated to it over and over again. I spent a lot of time with him that first semester. After it was over, if I went to the Orion, I knew some kids there now, he would be there talking to some kid and having him follow him home. I knew where they were going, and so did a lot of other kids at the Orion.