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Kevin Stair and Dr. Humble: A Serial Romance

Part 1

Kevin was shocked out of his day dream by the sound of class ending. Books were snapped shut almost in unison and then the students fell over each other in their haste to get out of class and into the open air.

Bernie Bugle was having a party tonight. A senior, he was renowned for being the king of the party animals and his parties were always events. If the cops weren't called, it didn't happen.

Kevin wasn't interested in parties. He'd already done all the partying he cared to do as an undergrad. Now that he was working on his masters, he was all business. At least he tried to be all business. In this class, he found it almost impossible.

He was acting as Dr. Humble's teacher's aide, but he couldn't concentrate on the papers he was supposed to have been grading. He was too busy watching Dr. Humble move around in front of the class, talking in his booming voice and gesticulating broadly. It was a problem that had lead to Kevin nearly failing his class the year before.

He didn't usually sit in on Dr. Humble's classes. Normally he just worked in his office, turning his in pile into an out pile. Today he'd gotten a note to join him in the class room.

Dr. Humble was a big man with big mannerisms, it was impossible to fail to notice him, but that wasn't Kevin's problem. He had a bad habit of zoning out when in the professor's presence and fantasizing about him naked. Instead of listening to his lecture on early American literature he would imagine they were alone in his office, kissing and touching...

He had almost confessed to him before the semester began. He'd chickened out, settling for asking him to be his faculty advisor for his masters and then his doctorate when he got around to that. He'd agreed readily and heartily.

"I've had my eye on you, Mr. Stair," he'd said, which had set Kevin's heart racing, "even though you're barely present when you're in my class, your work as always been excellent. You've got a first class mind." The rest of his words weren't quite as exciting as the first ones, but that didn't matter.

"I've had my eye on you," spurred on his masturbatory fantasies. He'd call him into the office, say those words and unzip his fly, leaning back meaningfully. Kevin would drop to his knees, reach into his pants and pull out his erection. A little pearl of precum would be glistening on the tip and his tongue would flick out across his lips in anticipation before-

"Mr. Stair?"

Kevin almost fell out of his chair. Dr. Humble was standing directly in front of him, close enough to smell. He smelled like cologne and deodorant with just a hint of sweat peaking through. It was heavenly as far as Kevin was concerned. He'd read somewhere that liking the way your partner's sweat smells was a sign of genetic compatibility. He chose to take that as a good sign.

Dr. Humble sighed.

"Mr. Stair, I do need those papers graded. You haven't even started."

"I'm sorry sir, I just-"

"You're distracted, I realize that. But by what? I know you have no interest in Mr. Bugle's bash, and I haven't heard of any other parties around campus."

"No, sir."

"What is it then? A new boyfriend perhaps?"

Kevin quickly shook his head.

"An old boyfriend? You, sir, have the look about you of a man thinking about carnal matters."

Kevin blushed, he was thankful for his thick fur.

"Did you know your ears twitch when you're embarrassed?"

"D-do they?" Kevin said.

"Indeed they do. I'll tell you what. Let's go up to my office, I'll take half that stack, you can take the other, and when we're done, you can go find whoever it is you're thinking about and give it a shot."

Kevin's blush got worse. He put his hand up to his ear and felt the fur against his pad go back and forth. He was right, his ears did twitch when he got embarrassed. He wished he'd known about that earlier.

"And then you can tell me all about it tomorrow, every dirty detail."

Kevin managed to choke on nothing at that. Dr. Humble slapped him on the back until he stopped coughing. He was sure there was a bruise there now. As thick as his bear skin was, Mr. Humble had arms like tree trunks.

"I was joking about that last part. That would be quite inappropriate."

"Yeah," Kevin said. He stood up, glad his erection had gone down, chased away by his embarrassment. As soon as Dr. Humble turned around, though, it started creeping back. His wide butt moved back and forth and up and down with every step. He couldn't tear his eyes away.

Dr. Humble's office was in the attic of the English building. You had to climb four flights of stairs to reach it with the last one being very steep. Kevin was out of breath before they reached the top. Half a semester of taking that climb every other day hadn't toned him up any, if anything it seemed to get harder. Probably from drowning is sorrows in food over the good professor.

Dr. Humble, despite being half again as round as Kevin had no such problem. Under those prestigious layers of fat lived the body of a power lifter.

Dr. Humble unlocked the door and held it open for Kevin. They arranged themselves around the room. Dr. Humble sat behind his massive mahogany desk, which faced the door, while Kevin made use of a smaller desk against the wall. Now that they weren't facing each other, Kevin was able to concentrate on the essays.

An hour and a half later they were finished. Dr. Humble pushed his chair away from his desk and turned around to look at Kevin who did the same. Kevin was startled to find the professor had unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants. He caught Kevin looking and followed his gaze.

"Oh, sorry," he said, "I've been neglecting my laundry and I'm down to my emergency pants and the waist's a bit tight."

"Doesn't bother me," Kevin mumbled. He was glad of the way he was arranged in his pants. His brand new erection wasn't too obvious.

"Are you hungry?" he asked as he sucked in his gut to snap his pants and buckle his belt.

Kevin checked his watch. It was almost six.

"I don't usually eat this early," he said.

"I wanted to talk about your degree, I just figured we could kill two birds with one stone."

"Sure," Kevin said and reached down for his bag.

"No, let's order in. I don't think you want to brave those stairs again, Mr. Stair."

"Okay."

"Pizza or Chinese?"

"Chinese."

Dr. Humble fished around his desk for a minute.

"The menus are in the top drawer," Kevin said.

"Ah. Kevin, stop organizing my desk. I can never find anything."

"If you kept some semblance of order, I wouldn't need to. You had mail from 1988 on there. Junk mail from 1988. Unopened junk mail from 1988."

"Alright, point taken. Now what do you want."

Kevin gave his order to Dr. Humble who relayed it to the restaurant.

They spoke then about Kevin's future, how he planned on getting his master's in Early American Literature and then a doctorate in Twentieth Century Literature. He already knew what he was going to write his thesis on and had it planned out.

Their food arrived. Dr. Humble paid the young man and tipped him heavily for the stairs and sent him on his way. He dealt out the food.

"Did they bring chopsticks?" Kevin asked.

Dr. Humble fished through the napkins and fortune cookies in the bottom and came up with two pairs.

"I've always felt it was somehow wrong to eat Chinese food with a fork," Dr. Humble said.

"Absolutely."

They tucked into their feast. When the food was half way gone, Dr. Humble spoke again.

"I can't help but notice you're attracted to me," he said.

The orange chicken Kevin was in the middle of swallowing stuck and he began to gag and cough. Dr. Humble knocked his rice over as he pulled his student out of his chair, spun him around and applied the Heimlich. It took three pumps before the offending food was expelled.

Kevin thought he felt something hard press into his backside just before Dr. Humble disengaged, but he couldn't be sure. He was too busy enjoying the sensation of breathing again to pursue the idea.

"Sorry," Dr. Humble said, "I should have waited until you were done."

"Dr. Humble, I'm not-"

"Don't be embarrassed, Kevin. It's all right. I'm certainly not offended. I'm a little flattered in fact. Fat old pigs aren't exactly the traditional target of young graduate students. But it's completely inappropriate between a student and a teacher."

Kevin had no idea what to say to that. He put some more food in his mouth.

"You need to concentrate on getting your degree. A relationship with me would only be a complication and a distraction. No, no, I think it's best that we keep to a firm student teacher relationship. There's no need to complicate things."

Kevin continued to eat as his heart continued to sink. The more the professor talked, the more Kevin realized he was right. The age difference, the student teacher thing, school, they all stood in the way. They were pretty much doomed from the start, and when it collapsed, what would happen then? He'd have to get himself a new faculty advisor, and he'd already done so much work with Dr. Humble.

He wanted to cry, instead he started eating faster, trying to drown out Dr. Humble's words with the sounds of his own chewing. Trying to reject the memory of his words with that comfortable, safe feeling he got from a full stomach.

And then it suddenly hit him. The professor sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than Kevin. He was still talking, building up an impenetrable wall of arguments against their being together. Kevin hadn't said one word and Dr. Humble hadn't noticed, he was talking to himself.

Kevin threw down his carton of orange chicken, leapt to his feet (surged to his feet, actually, his weight made leaping almost impossible) and took Dr. Humble's face in his hands. The professor looked up at him, momentarily confused into silence, his lips slightly parted from forming his next words. Kevin leaned down and pressed his lips to his.

It wasn't a long kiss and it wasn't a fierce kiss. It was a soft, gentle kiss, a meeting of lips, tentative on both sides as if to say, "This is all right, right?"

"Kevin, I-"

Kevin kissed him again to keep him from saying something stupid, harder this time, hungrier. He opened his mouth a little, flicked his tongue against the older man's lips. He didn't take the hint at first, but a second, more insistent press did the trick. Dr. Humble opened his mouth and Kevin's tongue darted inside.

He could taste the soy sauce and rice he'd been eating. Their tongues pressed together, pushing against each other in competition. Then each gave way allowing the other to stroke across it. Kevin pulled away from the kiss a bit, turning his head and pulling his tongue back. Then he pulled back completely.

They were both breathing heavily as they looked into each other's eyes. Kevin dropped his hands from his cheeks to his shoulders. Their bellies pressed into each other with Kevin's resting on top of the professor's. Dr. Humble's erection was hard against Kevin's thigh while his own pressed into the boar's belly. Kevin realized Dr. Humble's hands were pressing into the small of his back, having risen there during the kiss.

"Kevin, we can't-"

He stopped him from talking again in the same way. As he amped up the kiss, the squeezed his hands between their bodies and fumbled at Dr. Humble's belt. He tried to back away, but Kevin wouldn't let him, matching his retreat until he was stopped by his desk. Kevin managed to unbuckle the belt as well as undo his fly. One of his hands came up to the back of Dr. Humble's head and kept them tight together while the other fished in his pants.

He found his target and freed it. He held his professor's erection in his hand and squeezed. Dr. Humble groaned against his lips, but offered no resistance.

Like always, Kevin found it somewhat strange to touch another man's penis. It was hard, but spongy. It was so similar and yet somehow different from his own and simply the fact that it was other was enough to make it somewhat odd.

Dr. Humble's heat and his own nervous sweating made his hand tacky, so he resisted the urge to stroke the boar, but only held him tightly. With a moan Dr. Humble humped his student's hand, his foreskin sliding back and forth, proving Kevin's concern false.

Kevin broke the kiss again. After regaining his sense of where he was Dr. Humble opened his mouth to speak again. Kevin quickly put his finger across Dr. Humble's snout.

"You're not going to say something stupid are you?" he said as he squeezed Dr. Humble's hardness.

With a moan he said, "I can't think of anything."

"Good."

Kevin pulled up Dr. Humble's shirt and undershirt and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth.

"Oh, God," he said, and held Kevin tightly, grinding his chest into the young man's face.

Kevin released the nipple and kissed his way down Dr. Humble's belly, stopping at his belly button and running his tongue across it. The older man shivered. Kevin looked up at him and grinned before returning to his descent. Before he could go any further, though, Dr. Humble grabbed his chin and pulled him back to his feet.

"Wait," he said.

"Wait?"

"Call me old fashioned, but I don't think it's right to give it up on the first date."

"You have got to be kidding me," Kevin said.

Dr. Humble gently kissed him on the lips and pushed him back. He tucked himself away and fastened his belt.

"You know that's the first time I've had to look up while kissing someone? I could get used to that," he said.

"You're really serious? You want to stop now?"

"We have stopped now, Mr. Stair."

"Oh, no. Don't you try to back up into formality. I was just about to give you a blowjob. I'd really like to give you a blowjob, actually. I think you can stick to Kevin."

"All right, Kevin. I'm standing by what I said. If we're going to do this, we're going to take this slow. Do it properly. I'll take you out on Friday, see a show, get some food, say goodnight at the door."

"I love how you're casting me as the girl in this relationship," Kevin said with a smile in his voice.

"With the way you've been seducing me I have to do what I can to retain some semblance of masculinity."

"Doc, I don't think you need to worry about that."

"Oh, Doc, is it?"

"Don't you like Doc?"

"As a pet name I suppose it suffices."

He leaned up and kissed Kevin on the lips again, but pulled back before the younger man could turn it into something more.

"It would be nice to hear you call me by my given name."

"All right, Herbert," he said. Then he leaned down and put his mouth next to his ear and whispered, "Doc, Herbert, when do I get to taste you? Hmm? When do I get to suck your cock? When do I get to feel your weight on my back as you breed me?"

Herbert pushed Kevin back until he didn't have to crane his neck any more to look him in the eye.

"When you've convinced me that there's more to this relationship than physical attraction, puppy love, and hero worship."

"Hero worship?"

Dr. Humble smiled and nodded, "Hero worship."

"Me or you?"

Dr. Humble laughed, "let's finish dinner, it's getting cold."

"Doc?"

"Yes, Kevin?"

"Am I really going to have to get another faculty advisor?"