School Daze: Drugged Chapter 5

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I woke, but as is my habit, I purposely kept my eyes closed for some period of time, sometimes for the 9 minutes iPhones allow you to sleep if you hit "snooze." Which I just did. But I didn't even remember when I set the alarm for. I knew it was Saturday and that was all I knew.

When Max saw me stir, he changed his position on the bed and pushed his paw into my shoulder. I was lying mostly on my back. "OK, Ok, Max. I know you need to go out." But Max is a brilliant dog, or "doggy boy" as I referred to him. He knew I would want to rest for a little bit more. And he wouldn't be overly persistent about needing to eat, needing to poop and needing to pee.

The iPhone started playing "The Hour" by the Killers my morning wake-up anthem. I bravely tapped it so it wouldn't go off again. And I opened my eyes. There was still darkness. I pulled my head back to see what I was looking at. Oh, my. It was a man's ass. And I was close enough to smell it, lick it, finger it, make love to it.

It was quite a masterpiece of an ass. The crack of it was open enough that I could see it's hole winking at me. The two globes of it were fleshy and bouncy. Beautiful. Perfect. There was no hair in between the perfect globes. It smelled sweet and fresh, even though the two globes had apparently spent some time lying there or sleeping there. I licked it once to get a sample. Lovely. I paused to make sure it wasn't a dream. "Heh," I said. "Is this a person? Am I having a dream?"

"It's real. But it's also a dream. It's dreamy." I licked it some more going from the underside of his large balls, to his perineum and then licking the sides of his crack and kissing his fleshy globes. And then I licked the sides of his crack and delved deep into his hole which was very tight. The guy was moaning loudly, making Max curious and a little worried. Max started to lick my legs. Oh, boy, a three-way. Wouldn't be a first time. I took turns with my fingers and spit and my tongue, eventually opening up his hole. This was my goal. I slid up his back and when my head was facing his neck and head of blonde hair. I wrapped my arms around him and started to play with his nipples with my fingers. Caressing them, playing with them with spit and pinching them hard.

Still not looking at his face, I placed my mouth to his right ear, licking it out and his neck. More moaning. I whispered, "Who the fuck are you?"

He laughed hard and turned around and told me he was Billy. We had met at a gay bar near the campus, apparently. "This is very weird," I said. "Good weird. You are amazing. But weird. I don't usually have two drinks, a martini and a glass of wine, and then black-out. That's all I had. That wouldn't have made me drunk."

He told me, "I think someone put the date rape drug, GHB, in your glass of wine, the Multipulciano. Did it not taste weird?"

"Charlie's is not known for its wine list."

He turned around to face me and smiled, and it was a beautiful smile. He had an accent. "Where are you from? You have an accent but your English is great."

"Thank you. I am an exchange teacher at the school. In the art program. I just got here. Unfortunately, a few weeks into the program. My poppa died and I couldn't leave. I teach at the University in Bologna, and live there, but I am from Molise, down south, near Venafro. Do you know Italy at all?"

"A little but mostly Florence and Tuscany. You know, the typical American tourist."

"That's OK. Molise is not usually on anybody's bucket list."

"I've been to Bologna though. Loved the food, and the boys from the schools, though I never got to do it with any of them."

"You did last night."

"Yeah, but I don't remember a thing."

"It doesn't have to be the last time. In fact, we could pretend it was the first time instead of the third time."

"How did I end of sleeping with my face in your ass? As wonderful as it is." I rubbed it with my hand and pushed my middle finger slick with spit in his hole."

"Before you went to black, you told me that your dream of a long-term relationship was with a wonderful, smart, sexy man with a great ass, and able to sleep, you said, `in it.' Very close to it. Like it was a nest."

"And we had sex last night?"

"Yes, you came twice. First time I fucked you and I came in your ass. It's probably still there, unless it leaked out. Then you fell asleep and before you conked out, you told me you loved me."

"Yes, really."

"A few hours later you were stirring and your movement woke me up. I wiped your forehead and face with a washcloth. I didn't know if it would help you. It was just instinct. One thing it helped is that your dick was as hard as a rock. I said things to you in Italian and that seemed to excite you. You laid back on the on the bed and I put some spit in my asshole. Culo. And I mounted you. I kissed you all of your face and neck and ears. And lowered my ass onto your hard dick and your fucked me, or I sort of fucked myself. But you rallied and pulled out and turned me onto my back. Then you mounted me and fucked me pretty hard. I was surprised how hard you fucked me. Maybe my diagnosis of the date rape drug was wrong, I thought. I came first by your hand. And a few minutes later you pulled out and you jerked off moving closer and closer to my face. I was playing with your balls and playing with your asshole. You began to shiver and shake and moan and you started to cum, all over my face.

`"Wow, fuck, I don't remember any of this. I was having a pretty good time."

"Yes, you were. It was pretty good for me, too."

"I have to pee," I said, getting up from the bed, a little too fast, because I felt dizzy. I plopped back down on the mattress. I left the bathroom door open while I peed, a long, loud stream of pee.

"Sorry," I said when I returned to him. "It had been a long time apparently."

"I know you are Anton. I am Ben."

"Hello, Ben," I kissed him with a peck on his cheek. "And this is Max."

"We have met. In fact, we snuggled for some time before I could get to sleep. He's very friendly."

"Max is a slut," I said, pulling him towards me and hugging him and biting him on his neck.

"Max, you are not a slut. I consider myself very lucky to have held you in your arms and to have your Dad pleasure a fantasy by residing in my ass."

"How exactly did I land residing in your quite beautiful ---"

"Grazie, molto."

"Niente."

"After you came on my face, you dismounted the bed and crawled towards the bathroom--"

"Pathetic."

"I helped you stand up and help you get into the bathroom and pee, actually standing up."

"Grazie," I said.

"Niente."

"I held your cock as you peed to make sure you aimed it in the right direction. I suspected you were not quite as needy as you were acting because you seemed to enjoy my acting as a guide of sorts for your cock."

"We returned to bed and I called for Max to snuggle, and he did."

"Did you feed him?"

"Yes, he was hungry. I don't think we fed him last I night."

"Max, didn't we make good friends," he said, rubbing under his neck. Max licked Ben's face."

"Please, don't humor him, Ben," I admonished.

"Anyway, I turned you on your side and positioned my ass to get as close to you mouth as possible. You expressed appreciation before you seemed to collapse while lying down, if that's possible."

"Poor Max," Ben said, approaching his mouth inviting a face lick. "Don't humor the little whore. He's seen too much and knows too much. But I really do need to take him out for a walk."

"I could take him?"

"No, that won't do. As accepting as he is of new people, he'll not shit for a good, long time with another dog walker. Here's the plan. Coffee is in the freezer, several kinds. There's a French press on the counter. I'll have mine with two packets of Splenda and some half and half. I'll expect it upon my return.

"Then, I will say `Hi,' wash my hands from picking up his poop, take one or two slugs of the coffee and then I will get in bed and return to rimming your lovely ass."

"Wow, Max, your daddy is bossy."

I made my Max voice for him, very squeaky and childlike. "Yes, Ben, he is. But he's a great fuck. Wait `til you see him in action when he's not in a black-out."

Max took care of his business quickly and discovered two other dogs to flirt with using his own form of rimming, and we turned around for home. It was rare for me to leave a one-night stand in the house alone. But somehow, after knowing him conscious for less than a half hour, I trusted him and liked him. But, what do I know, maybe he drugged but why would he do that? Why would anyone drug me?

The next thought was not surprise. It was Jacob. But I didn't see him. Was he stalking me on foot and creeping up behind me to put something in my drink like some 1960's spy thriller.

I turned my thoughts back to Ben. He had a wonderful face, in fact. He was dark-skinned and a little rugged looking. He had blue eyes and jet black hair cut rather short. His nose was a little upturned, unlike the usual Italian and nice, juicy lips. I was wearing just a pair of sweat pants with no underwear and I was getting hard, two blocks away from home. When I turned the key, and walked in, he was there with a cup of coffee. I took three sips and took his away from him. I placed them on the kitchen counter and then ran towards him with enough energy to force him on the bed. We kissed with tongues and teeth and I moved around him so I could crawl again into his ass. With my tongue, teeth, lips and spit, I made love to his ass for several minutes, and I really could have stayed there for more time.

But this time he turned me around and we kissed again. He crawled around into the 69 position and we sucked each other intensely. His dick was nice and pretty, especially for a uncircumsized one, and probably about seven inches fully hard, maybe 7 and 1/2. When you are smallish like me, every quarter inch counts. We edged each other for some time and he pulled his mouth out from my cock and said, "I assume from the interest in my ass that you are a top."

"No not really, I like it both ways. I just love ass. But I do want to fuck you, fully conscious." He sucked on my cock a little more and then turned on his back and put his legs in the air. In that position, his hole was like a bullseye. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the side table and lubed him up, taking some time to massage his g-spot, with him moaning again, loudly. I crawled on top of him, all the way to his face so we could kiss some more. I moved down a little and massaged his crack with the head of my dick. And pushed in slowly. There was a little moan of protest, but was probably acting. I fucked him slowly while I played with his cock with my hands, again edging him, not allowing him to cum yet.

We were able to cum together, and then fell asleep for about an hour. He nudged me awake and told me he had to leave. We made quick goodbyes and he invited me to dinner for that night.

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We went to a little Italian place a couple miles from campus, in a shopping strip. "I think you'll liked this place. As you might guess, I am very suspicious of American restaurants selling up what they call Italian food."

After a little story-of-my-life talk, I said solemnly, "I have to get to the bottom of this, this date rape drug thing."

"Who would do this," Ben asked. "Other than me." We laughed. "Is there some kind of back story here?"

"Yes," I admitted. "See there's thing about being a professor here where these boys are always flirting with the male teachers, especially the openly gay ones, but they'll try straight teachers. Does this happen in Italy."

"I guess my first reaction would be, `I wish,' but no or I don't think so. Unless I am oblivious to it. I do have my collection of fans here, though. This is not my first time as a visiting professor here; once in Chicago and once in Philadelphia."

"Uck, Philadelphia. Why Philadelphia?"

"Good school. Closer to New York than Rome to Florence. So tell me about this.

"So there's the one guy in one of my junior level class who has taking flirting and stalking to a whole new level. He's relentless, won't give up. He made a porn video of him jerking off without taking off his underwear."

"But it sounds like soft porn. He made it just for you?

"That's what he says. He's also stalking me on-line, learning anything he can to disturb me, get me riled up."

I showed Ben a picture of Jacob on my phone, shirtless. "Hmmmmmm," he said. "He's pretty nice."

"Why don't you just fuck him and get it over with?"

"I wish I could. But it really is frowned here at this school. Like reason for dismissal. Not even an ex-student who is still enrolled, so I can't wait until the semester's over."

"I've tried to make him jealous. I've tried lots of things."

"Well, I really like you. But I am absolutely willing to take him off your hands."

"Thanks so much. Very kind of you."

"Officially I'm not a member of the faculty. I can do him for you."

"I'll give you his number," I said, feigning jealousy. We laughed, felt each other up and waved for the check." "Il conto," I said. "Piacere."

"No, I asked you out.

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For that weekend, and some time after, Jacob's latest gambit had the opposite effect on me. For many of the nights, we had very good sex and good times together, he and Max, too. The nights we spent together I continued to sleep with my face cradled in his beautiful ass. "Like a nest. Like a nest." We never saw each other again, though we spoke and wrote to each other. I kept him up to date on my struggle with my student.