As a pre-med student, I was majoring in biology, but that required that I take an introductory course in physics.  I hated the subject.  I couldn’t grasp it at all, and I feared receiving a failing grade.  Greg, my roommate and life partner, was also pre-med.  He was not taking the course this semester, but it was in his future, so he couldn’t help me.  We were perfect partners when it came to helping each other, but not this time.

In our last class before the final exam of the fall semester, Professor Johnson was exceptionally generous.  He gave the class helpful hints to getting a passing grade.  He also advised us what subjects to give particular attention to when studying, because they would most likely be on the exam.

The professor seemed to be in a big hurry to leave that day.  He started to pack his brief case before the bell rang.  I saw that one of his folders slipped to the floor.  I guess he didn’t notice because he left the classroom quickly, and he left without retrieving it.  When the bell finally did ring, the class stampeded out the door.  Nobody seemed to notice the folder on the floor, and if they did they were not inclined to retrieve it.  I decided to pick it up, and return it to the professor.

I stuffed the folder into my knapsack, and didn’t look at it until I got to my dorm room.  I took the folder out and opened it, hoping to find the professor’s telephone number or something to enable me to reach him.  What I found shocked the hell out of me. There were two nine by eleven envelopes in the folder.

The first envelope I opened contained four eight by ten glossies of nude young men in various acts of sex.  I wasn’t surprised.  I suspected that Professor Johnson was gay.  I don’t have much gaydar, but I found the professor to be a little bit effeminate for a black man.

The next envelope contained a three page document neatly stapled together.  The first sheet was clearly labelled, Final Exam Answer Guide: Physics 101.  There were no questions, just answers. 

I began to shake, and for good reason.  I was faced with a moral dilemma of epic proportions.  I thought of calling Greg, but I really didn’t want him to know should I give into temptation. .  I needed to clear my head and think of every possible scenario, and the consequences each scenario might generate, if I looked, or didn’t look, at the exam answers.

The first scenario I envisioned was that of Professor Johnson realizing that the folder was missing before he even left the campus.  He would run back to every classroom he had taught in that day, and would not find the folder.  The consequence of that scenario is that he would have to prepare a whole new final exam, and the answers I had would be useless.

Then I envisioned reaching him at home within the hour.  I would tell him that he dropped a folder which I retrieved.  I would honestly admit that I had the test answers, but I would swear that I had not looked at them or the other envelope in the folder.  Even if he believed me there would still be consequences.  If I didn’t look and truly didn’t know the answers, I was back to square one.  If he didn’t believe me, he would prepare a new exam, and I wouldn’t know the questions or the answers anyhow.

Worst case scenario:  The professor would not realize the folder was missing until after the exam, when he went to refer to the answer guide.  If I were he, what would I do?  I thought about it.  I would determine which student got a better grade than the ability he had exhibited in the classroom would suggest.  In that case, I would have to pretend to do just as badly as if I didn’t have the answers.

At last it hit me.  If I couldn’t do well with answers in hand, I might as well take an honest test.  I knew that I could study hard and get a passing grade.  That’s all I needed to do.  This was going to be my first and last physics class ever.  I resolved to destroy the folder, and let the professor do as he pleased.  I would never know if I took the original exam or a revised version.

I felt better having made a decision which did not call for me to cheat, but I was badly in need of the TLC Greg could give me.   I just needed him to be with me, and to hold me.  I was so in love with him.  He wasn’t due home for another hour or so.

I studied hard and got a C for the course.  I left the exam room very much in the dark as to Johnson’s course of action.  Anyway, all I could think about was winter break and going home.

During the break, without revealing my source, I told Greg that I had discovered that Professor Johnson was gay.  Greg was also pre-med, and he already knew that he was signed up for Johnson’s beginning physics class in the upcoming semester.  Neither of us had ever had sex with a black man.  Johnson was tall, dark (LOL), and handsome.  He was no older than thirty-five.  Greg and I decided it would be a hoot for us to seduce him.  It would be up to Greg to lay the groundwork in his class next semester.  He thought he would do a little not so subtle flirting to get the ball rolling.

It was halfway through the spring semester, but we never abandoned our determination to seduce and bed Professor Johnson.  From the beginning of the semester, Greg hung around the professor’s desk after each class session.  He pretended great interest in the subject of the day, and asked a million questions.  Johnson was impressed.  Greg also flirted with him, and he wasn’t subtle.

After class one day, instead of addressing Johnson as Professor, Greg started his questioning by saying, “Anthony, I’m not sure how a fulcrum operates in relation to a lever.  Could you explain it one more time?  I’d really appreciate it.”

“Sure,” Anthony said.  “It’s simple enough.”  He seemed totally unaware that Greg had audaciously addressed him by his given name.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Greg said.  “Would you honor me by having dinner one night with me and my boyfriend?  You know him.  His name is Hale Hardy.  He took your class last semester, and didn’t do very well.  He could use a little refresher himself.”

Greg had purposely outed us.  He knew the gay professor would be interested.  He was also pretty sure that Anthony knew that he had been flirting with him every time he asked him a question.

Anthony took the bait.  “I’ve got a better idea,” he said.  “Why don’t you and your boyfriend come to my home Friday evening, and I’ll make you a great home-cooked meal?  Both of you must be tired of institutional food.  After dinner we can discuss physics.”

“Wow, that would be an even bigger honor.  I certainly accept for both of us.”

As Johnson gave Greg his card with his address and telephone number on it, he said, “I live very close to campus.  You can walk, but if the weather is bad, call me, and I’ll pick you up.”

The seduction was underway, but Friday was an eternity in coming.  Fortunately, time has a way of passing.  Friday came, and Professor Johnson greeted us at his front door.  “Hi Hale and Haley,” he said. 

We carefully explained that everyone called Haley, Greg.  “It’s his surname shortened,” I explained.  “It avoids confusion in our similar names.”

“Greg, it is,” he said.

Professor Johnson made a healthy meal of baked, breaded chicken breasts with roasted potatoes.  The appetizer was a tossed salad, and for desert he served a fruit cup.  Greg and I had practiced hard not to be too amorous in public, but during dinner, we overdid the touchy, feely stuff between us.  I could see Anthony getting turned on.  After dinner, he took us into the living room.  Greg sat on the sofa with him, and I sat on a club chair facing them.

Greg sat as close to his professor as he could.  Anthony was so nervous that he began to ask personal questions.

“Have you told your parents that you’re gay?” he asked both of us.

“Oh yeah,” Greg said, “and they approve of our relationship.  My folks love Hale already, and his folks adore me.”

“That’s because I have two dads,” I said, and burst out laughing.

“Your dad is gay?” Johnson asked me.  His excitement was mounting.  How old were you when you found out?”

“I was fifteen.  My dad’s partner was planning on moving in with us, and so my dad had to come clean.  I came out to him the same night.  It was quite a shock to both of us, as you can imagine.”

Greg moved even closer to our sweating, squirmy host.  Anthony was getting so worked up that he began to ask dumb questions.  “What was it like for you to have two dads?.  Did you ever hear them making love?”

“Every single night, over and over again,” I confessed.

“How did that make you feel?”

“Hornier every day.  One day, I jumped into their bed, had sex with them, and after that we had three ways often.  Then years later when Greg visited us and stayed overnight, we gave them a dose of their own medicine.  We made as much noise as we could, and the four of us ended up in bed together.” 

Greg and I started to laugh hysterically.  Physics was forgotten.  Anthony was beginning to sweat and squirm more than ever.  He got particularly worked up when I told him that we had sex with my two dads.  Greg took the helm.  He placed his hand on Anthony’s knee.

“What about you?” he asked.  “My gaydar is pretty good,” he lied.  “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I suspect that you are gay, and in the closet.  Yeah?”

In an attempt to change the subject, Anthony asked more inane questions.  He wanted to know how we met, our parents reactions when we told them about our union, did we use protection, etc.  And then it got worse.  His last question was too much.  “How often do you make love?” he asked.  All the time the game of Twenty Questions was in progress, Anthony was squirming in his seat.

“My turn to ask questions,” Greg turned the worm around.  “Are you completely closeted or only in school?  Do you have a boyfriend?  When was the last time you had sex?”

He asked question after question, not giving Anthony a chance to respond.  When he finally stopped, Anthony took a breath, and said, “You’re right.  I am gay.  I’m out to everyone, even at school.  I just don’t go around announcing it.  I don’t have a boyfriend, and I can’t remember the last time I had sex.”

I stood up and made Greg and Anthony move over so that I could sit on the opposite side of my former teacher.  I skipped the knee and put my arm around his shoulder.  We had him cornered.

“You don’t remember your last sexual encounter,” I groaned.  “That’s awful.  Greg and I would love to remedy that situation for you right now, tonight.  I leaned over and placed my lips on his.  My kiss was very chaste.  Then Greg pushed me aside.  He started to kiss Anthony also, but he parted his lips and slithered out his tongue.  Anthony responded, and their tongues began to make love.

“Let’s go to my bedroom, boys,” Anthony whispered.  He was almost too overcome to speak.

In the bedroom, Greg and I undressed rapidly, but Anthony beat us in getting naked.  I checked him out.  Contrary to stereotypical beliefs about black men, he was average sized.  His uncut prick was about four inches long, and fairly hefty.  It hung the same length as his balls.  It grew to about six and a half inches.  Greg and I had him beat, flaccid and hard

He jumped into his king-sized bed and we jumped in on each side of him.  Both of us started sucking his cock together.  Anthony scared the hell out of us, when suddenly he screamed out, “Oh Gawd, I’m cumming.”  We both stopped sucking but it was too late.  Anthony came all over our faces.  Neither of us had tasted a black man’s cum before and we lapped it up.  No difference.

“That was wonderful, wonderful!” he cried.  “Please boys, make me happy, fuck me.”

“Sure,” I yelled.

“I mean at the same time,” he explained.

That was something new and exciting for both of us.  “How do we do it?” Greg asked.  We truly didn’t know how.

“I’ll sit on you Hale, and when I’m all the way in, I’ll lean forward and Greg can join cocks with you in my hole.  My hole is oversized, I take two easily.  I’ve even tried three, but we couldn’t get into a comfortable position.”

I didn’t know about Greg, but I got so aroused that I had never seen my cock grow so big.  Suddenly Greg asked a question which shocked me.  “Do you have any condoms and lube handy?”

Anthony said, “I swear boys I can’t remember the last time I had sex.  I’ve had many physicals since then and I’m healthy.  If I can assume correctly that you two are monogamous, we can ditch the condoms.  As for lube, I told you my opening is way oversized.  If we don’t use lube there’ll be more friction, and you’ll enjoy it more.”

I figured a physics teacher would know about friction, so Greg and I were convinced.  We went right to work.  I lay flat on my back.  Anthony straddled me, lined up his hole and began his descent.  He wasn’t kidding.  I went right in with no resistance.  He leaned over me, and took the opportunity to start kissing me passionately.

While he was in that position, Greg hunkered up to him doggie style and started to enter him.  My lover’s prick was rubbing against mine and I nearly fainted.  I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but I figured I’d do that when we were alone. 

Anthony started to pump his ass muscles, and he was able to thrust only very slightly.  We got the signal and Greg and I started to stroke in and out.  We fucked him like we always did each other.  Needless to say, we came quickly, and much to our surprise, and his, Anthony came again.  He wasn’t kidding about being love starved.

The three of us crammed into the shower and cleaned up.  We played some more in the shower, but it was too crowded to do anything erotic.  While we were dressing, Anthony kept thanking us over and over.  We finally stopped him by telling him that we had more fun than he did.

“Will we do this again?” he asked hopefully.

“Absolutely,” we said in unison.

“In the meantime, Anthony,” I said.  “There’s a gay bar downtown at the corner of Main and Sycamore.  The clientele are mature career men.  Greg and I like to go there on a Friday or Saturday night.  We’re not looking for action, but it’s a great place to socialize and relax.  There’s no loud music and no half-dressed twinks gyrating to disco.   As you know we sleep with my dads, and now with you.  We prefer to be with more mature men.   It would be great if you went there with us.  Who knows?  You might meet someone who is meant just for you.”

“I’m sorry,” Greg chimed in.  “We should have asked if you would be uncomfortable to be seen in a gay bar if you ran into someone you knew.”

“I’m not afraid to be seen.  You guys have made me see some sort of light this evening.  I can’t live holed up all my life.  I want to get out there and start living again.  I haven’t enjoyed life since my partner dumped me five years ago.”

“Great,” I said.  “Let’s go there next Friday night, and Professor, if you don’t score, you can always invite us back to your house.”

“I guess it’s a win, win, situation,” he laughed.  “We have a date.”

We made it a habit for the three of us to go to the bar every Friday evening.  It turned out to be a wise decision, because Anthony met someone there.  He was a fellow professor at the university.  That effectively ended our threesomes, and Greg and I had to be satisfied with each other and my dads.  Tough situation, right?

By the way, Greg got an A in Anthony’s course, but it was definitely based on merit and not on sex.  The love of my life never ceases to impress me.