Gavin and Steve Get Ahead

Gavin and Steve are studying identical uni courses. Steve, six foot, blond, blue eyes. Gavin, six foot, dark, green eyes. They go to uni, studied law together. Very sweet. Wide-eyed and innocent, if you like. But Y Gen, not hung up.

One of the older, gay, lecturers, at the law faculty, offered them cocaine, help with university marks, even a sport car for a double act.

"I've never married," said Professor Jim Moriarty, professor of ethics. "I have no one to leave anything to."

Fake open fire and animal skins, dim lighting, ethereal decadence.

High up in lecturer, Jim's, Docklands apartment, where he just liked to watch, you know. He never did touch. Gorgeous boys, bookends of blond and brunette, which kept the hormonal elderly lecturer beguiled, until the day he retired, unexpectedly, to his shack, on the surf beach, down the isle.

The two days, curiously, coincided. Videos he'd made, which even Gavin and Steve didn't know about, were returned with property from a robbery at the apartment and promptly handed to the police. There was talk of an investigation by the University, which never eventuated.

"Let me watch and I promise you both a HD," said Jim breathlessly. "You're both smart boys, you going to score well anyway. But a HD is good to have."

Steve came from a poor, rural family, every thing he got he got on scholarship. He'd drunk too much of the professor's liqueur. He was a bit cross-eyed.

Candles burned, incense perfumed the dark, shadowy world of life in the sky. Trance music fill the air, like drums played like heart beats, a message from afar.

"HD. You just watch. No touching?"

"Oh my dear no, I only every wanted to watch."

"You promise?" asked Gavin, his voice thick and claggy."

"You have my word."

Gavin looked over at his out-of-it boyfriend, then looked back at the professor. Gavin snorted through his nose and looked angry, momentarily wild.

Steve lay back against the couch. Gavin reached for the waistband of Steve's 501s. He undid the buttons deftly. Steve objected when Gavin's hand slid into his jocks. Gavin pushed Steve firmly back against the couch and pulled his jocks down to his thick, hairy thighs. Gavin took Steve's soft cock between his lips. Steve moaned. It stiffened up as Gavin sucked it. Steve objected again, weakly. Gavin held Steve's arm firmly. "Just lay back," Gavin whispered, sternly.

"Oh yes," whispered the prof, sounding like Monty Burns. "Very nice. Excellent."