It’s one of those things that I generally don’t talk about in these pages and that is That although I’m no longer self employed or employed period as I am kept by my husband Stephen or rather by the legacy of his great grandfather, (I’m never really sure if it isn’t his great-great grandfather – but what the hell), I do keep my hand in as a lecturer in rare-earths and the geology of Cornwall and the places I worked in for the Institute in London in Jamaica, Mozambique and the South Western Pacific.
To this end I give three lectures a year to the School of Mines in Camborne which is now an adjunct to the University of Exeter where I received my doctorate in Geology.
Early January and I am due to give my first lecture to the new group of students who started their three-year course back in September. It is something I really enjoy, especially the question-and-answer session at the end of each lecture.
It wasn’t the most pleasant of days weather-wise; dull cloudy, a fine misty and an annoying drizzle and it was not especially cold but enough to annoy a man like me who likes to dress down to as little as possible.
I’d left Stephen back home in West Penwith, a little miserable that I was leaving him alone for most of the day, but I’d promised him that I’d pick up a Chinese meal in Hayle on the way home for something different for our evening meal. It saved me cooking.
The first of the two-part lecture was due at ten thirty, and I’d arrived forty-five minutes early to chat with the tutor in charge of the course, but it seemed that he was off ill with influenza. So, no chat and time to kill.
The School of Mines is part of a further education college, that deals with anything from Computer skills, Car Maintenance, Hairdressing, Engineering Cookery and Restaurant management and so on, and attracts students from all over Cornwall and the School of Mines has a World-Wide reputation and brings in some money from overseas students.
I’d decided to go to the commissary to get a coffee and a bite to eat. Got myself a flat-white and a muffin cake and got myself a seat by a window and stared outside at the miserable weather thinking of my talk.
My view was disturbed by a reflection of a tight white T-shirt on a very large and obviously built male body. I watched the image as the body moved about getting a drink and choosing food with interest, not wanting to stare directly at the guy. He paid his bill and then he looked around the café looking for a seat and walked to the seat in front of mine and sat down facing me.
Now I had to look directly.
The guy was honestly built and would have attracted Stephen as he was taller than me, maybe six foot five inches, and really built. The Tight T-shirt showed off his shoulders and chest and arms wonderfully. I preened myself hoping he would notice but he was into his mobile phone, and I noticed the white earphones in his ears. I also noticed that he had big, large fingers. I’m one of those guys into size of cocks and will look for large fingers, big feet and a large nose and so on. This guy had the fingers for sure. I looked back into the window, not wanting to stare and making it obvious.
After a few moments I took a bite of the muffin and swallowed some of the coffee and caught him look away from me. His phone was pointing towards me for a moment and then swung away and he seemed to be pushing the buttons on the screen and staring intently.
There was something else I haven’t told you about him. He was east Asian, definitely Chinese. Fairly attractive too, and possibly in my mind Malaysian, or maybe Singaporean. His ethnicity played on my mind for a few moments, and I looked at him directly again and thought that he was rather attractive as well as really fit. He must be a gym bunny.
I inwardly sighed and wished that Stephen was with me. He has a much stronger Gaydar then I do and would have sussed out the guy quickly. My thoughts had totally strayed from the lecture, and I saw him check his watch and tidy up his table. I also checked the time and there was ten minutes before I was due to start the lecture.
I also tidied my table and put my waste in the correct containers. The Asian guy was way ahead of me, and I thought that was the end of my slight infatuation, and I walked to the covered walkway to the Mines building, avoiding the constant drizzle. I made my way to the lift to go to the third floor. There was a queue of six or so people including the large frame of the tall Asian guy.
The doors opened and he entered before me, and I saw him push the button for floor three.
I stood behind him, taking in his large frame and enjoying his wide shoulders and arms. The lift stopped at the third floor, and we stepped out together.
“Are you going to the geology lecture”? He asked.
There was no denying it, I was.
“They say he’s really very good”. He confided in me.
“Really”, was all I could think to say, feeling really humbled.
We got to the door and there was a third student approaching. The door opened, and the student entered with the Asian holding the door open to let them in and he entered and then held the door open for me to enter the classroom.
There were about twenty-five students in the room, and the muscled Asian found a seat right in front of the lectern. I stood by the door, looking around at the assembled group and saw the assistant standing by the front desk with the screen ready and he pointed out where I could place in my drive into the computer and run up my notes, PowerPoint and video’s.
There was no introduction from the group’s lecturer, He was away ill and so I began by introducing myself. The Asian guy in front was astonished. His stare was fixed and his mouth slightly open.
I gave my history and so on for five to ten minutes and then for the next forty-five I gave my lecture with a few jokes, (Yes there is humour in geology), and the video’s I needed to show. This gave me thirty minutes to take questions during which I watched the Asian guy take notes.
There was an afternoon session of two hours after a seventy-five-minute lunch break.
I was able to extricate myself from the students and make my desperate way to the male toilets. I had that coffee to be rid of. I went to the upright urinal and took out my bursting cock and let go with plenty of relief, closing my eyes.
Who should be standing next to me when I opened them but the Asian jock also peeing with relief.
“I didn’t want to walk out of the lecture in case I missed something interesting, and I have been bursting to pee for nearly thirty minutes”.
I apologised. His eyes looked into mine with relief and said it was no matter, and I caught him looking down at my dick hanging down below my zipper, as the final dregs sprayed out. I was trying hard not to get an erection. I looked back into his eyes as he averted his gaze from my cock, but he looked down again as I shook off the remaining piss from my bladder. Again, his mouth was open.
“Well, I hope you get to learn something interesting this afternoon”, I replied, wishing I could keep my cock in view for longer. I went to wash my hands and debated about whether to go into Camborne to eat or to stay at the college.
The rain decided for me. It was still drizzling but it was cold and raining a little heavier, so it was back to the commissary for a very light lunch. I picked up a dry looking salad with some sad dry chicken and took it to a table that was empty, but not for long. A couple of the students from the morning lecture begged to sit with me and I was fairly happy to have the company. They were eager to ask me questions and soon we were joined by the big Asian guy, who came and sat next to me. I really couldn’t refuse him.
He introduced himself as James. He was an ethnic Chinese from Miri in Malaysia. I knew it. I tried hard to include the other students in the conversion but James, pushing his leg against mine under the table, kept asking me personal questions about where I lived and how I exercised and so on.
I lost all interest in the food, and was really hoping that Stephen would text or call me from home, but nothing happened. I was a little concerned when James put both his hands down from the table and onto his lap. I half expected that he’d try to touch me. He was most definitely interested.
On the other hand, I was most definitely not interested in such a public space. Regretfully, because I wanted to talk to the other two students, I had to make an excuse to remove myself from James. I walked away to the car park and sat in my car for the next thirty minutes, thinking about the built Asian guy. He was attractive, tall and built. The sort that Stephen and I would be interested in, but in no way alone with me, and with the professional connection, it would have to be a most definite no from me. I still had two more lectures to give this group over the next two years. I was going to have to play the second lecture very straight that afternoon. I wasn't wanting to make a relationship that could be sexual and unethical under the University rules.
Returning to the classroom. I saw that another student was sitting in James’s place and that he had been relegated to the middle side of the room, He was sitting, I noticed, with his legs wide open and his crutch facing me and one hand casually and no doubt deliberately close to his crutch, as he used his other hand to write notes. I tried hard not to look in his direction.
The two-hour lecture seemed to fly by, mostly because of the interest of the other students. James remained quiet but continued to watch me closely.
At the end of the talk, the students came to thank me and left, and I had compliments galore ringing in my ears.
James remained in his seat, writing notes and he was the last to leave. He walked with me to the lift. It arrived and we entered into it alone. He stood very close to me.
“You are very good looking, and you seem to be so big down there”. He reached to my crutch, and I tried to move away but I was so close to the wall, and he leaned into me and kissed me. I couldn’t move away from him.
“I get very horny in elevators”. He mumbled and held my loose crutch and gasped. He took my hand and was about to move it to his crutch when we arrived on the ground floor and the door’s opened. There were people waiting to board the lift and we stepped out into the corridor, and I quickly moved to the Range Rover. He followed me asking for a ride back into the town about a couple of miles away.
It was still drizzling, and I was aware of the situation if I refused to take him to his home, making him walk in the rain. As I unlocked the doors using my remote, he opened the passenger door giving me no chance to refuse a ride.
I hoped I looked annoyed. I was being forced into a situation I didn’t want, as attractive as James was.
I put my case on the back seat of the car, started the engine, set the windscreen wipers to dry the window and hit the button to put on the heated windows at the rear. Immediately James was pawing at my crutch.
“How big does it get”? I moved his hand away.
“I’m a big guy for an Asian”. He bragged, and he was undoing his fly.
“James, stop it”. I told him forcefully. “I’m married and happily so. See this ring? It’s my wedding ring; I don’t wear it for show. My husband will be very upset if he knows about this”.
Actually, Stephen would be as excited as he could be and very horny hearing about it.
I was trying to put the car into gear to move off and he was pulling my hand towards his trousers. I suddenly felt warm and wet flesh on my hand as James was trying to hold my hand still and force my fingers around his cock.
“You’re gay and married to a man! I knew it”. He moved forward in the seat making it easier for his cock to be easier to be held. “I so wanted you to be when I saw you in the café this morning. I thought you were an adult student”.
I tried to pull my hand away from him so I could drive and get out of this situation. Now he was moving my hand up and down on his cock. “My God”, he called out. I could feel that he had a thick cock, and I couldn’t help myself and had to look. He certainly had a big one width wise.
“You like it”, he gasped out.
“Put your seatbelt on”. I ordered him. He started jacking himself with his left hand and lunged at my crutch again with his right hand. I pushed him away.
“Put your fucking seatbelt on”. I shouted at him. “If you don’t put it on, I’ll fucking hit you”.
My language and my annoyance got to him, and he reached around and pulled the belt to him and attached the buckle to the latch and I put the car into gear. Again, he reached for my crutch. When I reached the exit onto the main road, I had to stop for a right turn onto the main road, and I had to forcefully remove his hand again.
“Keep you fucking hands to yourself, I’m driving”. I shouted at him, almost spitting in his face.
“I want to see it hard, it’s so huge, I saw you in the toilet”.
“No fucking way”. I was livid, as he tried again to touch me.
“What’s your address”. I shouted at him. He was now undoing his belt and lowering his trousers and dropping them down and openly jacking his dick.
He mumbled something and I thought I’d got it and headed off in the direction I thought I needed to go.
“You like my cock? You like my body”? He remained calm. I stayed silent, fuming at his behaviour.
“Is your husband as big as you are? Do you fuck him with your huge cock? I’d love to see you both naked and sucking and fucking. Western guys are my favourite. They are the best when they are muscled like you and have huge fat cocks. How big are you when you are hard? I bet you have more than eight inches. I’d love to suck you. I bet you fuck really good”.
He kept up the chatter and telling me what he liked and what he wanted as he continued jacking off. We came to traffic lights and I had to stop again and he reached over to my cock once again. I was so annoyed that my cock stayed flaccid, and wasn’t obvious. I moved his hand away again as the lights turned green. There was about two hundred yards to the address I thought he had told me.
“Put your fucking cock away”.
“I want to shoot. I want you to see me shoot”.
“You’re not fucking cumming in my car, put the fucking thing away”.
We’d arrived at what I thought was the address.
“This is not my home”. He protested.
“It’s as far as I’m taking you”.
I had stopped and but on the hand brake and undid his seatbelt and mine. I leaned across to try to open his door.
“Oh yes, go on suck my cock”.
“Put it away, get dressed and get out my car. NOW”.
There were people walking up and down the street, they couldn’t see in or hear.
He continued jacking.
“I will push you out of the car in front of all these people if you don’t get properly dressed in ten seconds”.
“But I want to cum”. He protested.
“Nine”, I called out, “eight, seven”. He now realised that I was serious and was panicking to pull up his underwear and trousers”. I’d got to three when I reached over and opened the door for him.
He looked at me totally distressed. “I want you so much and you don't like me”. I pushed him out into the rain, slid over the passenger seat and reached to shut the door. They were the last words I heard from him.
With a huge sigh of relief, I buckled up again, put the car into gear, checked the traffic and drove away.
I drove to the other side of Camborne and found a place to stop. I turned off the engine and sat and thought. The situation had been weird. It would have been different if Stephen was with me. I half laughed. We’d be home and James would have been enjoying two of the biggest Caucasian cocks he’d ever get in his lifetime, to his hearts content.
I picked up my phone and called Stephen. He was full of the joys of life.
“How did it go”?
“The lectures were fine, very good in fact, it’s what happened during lunch and afterwards that was more interesting”.
“How’s that”?
“I’ll tell you when we get home and we’re naked and, on the bed,”.
“Yummy”.
“Now what do you want from the Chinese”?
I thought for a moment and burst out laughing. I knew what a Chinese had wanted from me.
