An Interview

By the time I got out of shower, it was already 8.30am. I was supposed to meet with Dr. Hancock at 10.00 am for an interview for the post-doctoral position in his lab. I was supposed to give a seminar in front of his lab group at 11.00 am followed by lunch. I was scheduled to be interviewed privately by Dr. Hancock after lunch until 3.00 pm then a little tour of lab and other campus facilities and an informal meeting with lab group members.

Well, in the world of chemists, formal attire, looks and such aesthetics do not matter as much as one's academic pedigree and intelligence. However, I didn't want anything to go wrong so wore a navy blue semi-formal jacket that was tailor made for me in India over a silver white shirt, a cream white silk tie and steel-gray mixed fiber trousers of the leading fashionable brand that was also tailor made from India. I didn't have time to ask anyone's opinion about it and being a rebel fashioner I didn't even care. I was contemplating gelling my hair which by now have grown up to my shoulders and dyed slightly reddish brown and but thought it would be too formal and the occasion didn't demand it. I let my hair loose.

I barely made it to Dr H's office. The traffic was same as on the East Coast.

I hate sweating but SF air was very warm and a few thin trinklets of sweat ran from my temples as I introduced myself to the guy.

In spite of being tense about the whole thing, one look at Dr. H and I knew, this interview would bring more than just questions and answers.

He was tall, and blonde hair, though thinning, and cobalt blue eyes that pierced my heart at the very first word, "Welcome to Stanford Mr. Kumar." Please call me Karan. I tried my hands not to sweat as much.

His office was a mess (a sign of busy scientist). He apologized for that (didn't mean a word of it). I just smiled. From my experience, a smile works much better than polite empty words.

Right from the beginning, I felt his eyes all over me. We talked little about my journey and stay in the city.

I praised SF (I meant it) but refrained myself from giving him details of my stay (the raunchy bar hopping in Castro the night before was hardly suitable to be discussed). For no reason, my loins decided to act on their own and started pumping extra blood in my manhood. My sleepy penis started growing and crawling out of my (oh shit!!!! what am I wearing under my trousers!!!!!) thong!!!!, didn't pay too much attention when I grabbed some underwear in haste and within no time was out of its meager confinement and moved onto rest on my left leg.

It was hard to concentrate and I feared of total disaster and embarrassment in the interview.

At 11.00am I started my seminar and I lost any sexual feelings in the science that I was proud to present. It went well. The audience was however very proud to be of Stanford breed and condescending toward someone from non-ivy league school. I had anticipated it well so it didn't make any effect on me rather ignited my aggressive style of presentation and refuting.

At the lunch, I sat across Dr. H, the conversation shifted from shoptalk to personal. He was a curious person, now I have become brave enough to look into his eyes when I spoke. I was aghast to find a naked lust in those blue eyes. I certainly didn't expect this from a chemist. Then I felt his hand on my hand when he spoke, an unseen message was definitely being delivered, then came firm grip on my hip and a smile of lecherous invitation. All the while we kept the conversation on, I even failed to notice the presence of his students and post docs.

As soon as the lunch was over (I don't want to go into lunch menu details), we headed back to his office. He shut the door and put the sign, "in meeting" on his door.

He stood close by me and put his hand on my shoulder and looked me into my eyes, I suddenly felt weak and my mouth dry. His hand slowly curled up behind my neck and pulled me into his face, his lips were on mine. I was in shock, shhhhhhhhhhhhh, he whispered, you looked as hot in leather last night as in your innocent jacket today.

Another jolt hit my stomach and the food started rebelling in my belly. Obviously he had seen me with Julian and gang. Grinding our crotches and humping on dance floor almost got us thrown out from a dance bar last night. He said, "your round ass was the topic of everyone's lust in the bar". I felt his hands pawing at my bubble buns. "Oh yeah, I wanted to get my hands on those perky buns you displayed so sluttily from those tight leather pants." He slapped my right cheek lightly as he hissed in my ear. I remembered, we had visited one str8 and gay mix customer bar on our bar hopping journey. He must have spotted me there or anywhere else since I went bar hopping and making out with guys, I don't even remember who I kissed last night I was so drunk.

By this time his other hand was on my ass and he pulled me into his arms. He then put both his arms under my jacket and pushed it back on the floor. I was taken over completely by this man.

We locked ourselves by our lips once more in an extremely hot exothermic kiss that made our cocks attract each other through our pants to grind against one another.

The war of tongues lasted several minutes and by the time we surfaced for some air our zippers were already down. My hand went inside his crotch and found a silk boxer (what a kinky bastard!!!). His hand found my thong crotch (I knew you are a slut, he exclaimed).

Being junior to him in many respects, and him being a big scientist I had to kneel to pay my respect. My mouth engulfed thick 7.5 inches in one gulp and went to work like an industrial grade vacuum cleaner.

"Yeah, boy you are so well trained!!!! Keep sucking, he coxed cum commanded me."

I was in cocksuckers heaven, I fed on his cock, he smelled so nice of some kind of scented soap and he had blonde pubes that were bathed in my copious saliva, my hand was trying to move under his balls and before he could say anything, my middle finger was jabbed into his manhole.

The thought sucking this famous scientist in his office while outside students and post docs are moving made me harder with the thrill. I licked the shaft first long and slow savoring the taste and feel. I love to suck cock; it's like making a passionate love to a hard body with my tongue, lips and smell the aroma of groin. Different men smell differently. Some smell of their fresh soap, some funky sweat, some warm precum and some tangy musk. He smelled mixture of many things. Then I moved down, taking his balls in my mouth one by one, a moan escaped from him. I also love to roll balls in my mouth, bigger the balls better, its like a challenge to take both the orbs of mancum in mouth and play with them with my tongue, coax them to make more sperm for my hungry mouth. I would have loved to probe further down between balls and his ass but time was the obstacle today.

I move back to now profusely leaking dickkhead, ummmmmm nothing sweeter than precum. I sucked on it and impaled my mouth on the hard rod and deep throated. "God, for a grad. student you have acquired all the skills of a class A whore", he blurted. How many profs did you suck in your school? None, I nodded while moving his dick in my mouth. I started using my suction and friction with lips techniques. He had to really make efforts not to moan loudly. I adjusted my super rock hard cock in trousers, unzipped it and let my cock drool on his office carpet the precum of my lust. I would have loved to ride this scientist cock but not today. My hands were busy pleasuring his balls and mouth bobbing and getting impatient for the taste of his cum. The horny scientist didn't last long and spurted some salty cockshake into my mouth. What better dessert could I ask for after that lunch? I made sure no drops spilled onto my tie or shirt. I closed my eyes and rolled my tongue inside my mouth to get the full taste of cum. Not bad, at all!!

I stood up and waved my super hot and extreme hard cock in his face, he said no with his neck.

But one look at my eyes and he knew, I could screw his career in one shot so moved and took my cock in his mouth. The mouth that ruled a number of grad students for years was servicing cock of a grad student now not out of fear but out of lust. He leaned and took my cock in mouth slowly but his hands pulled my pants down and I could feel his left palm cupping my asscheek and middle finger probing my ass crack. For a professor, you surely suck like a whore!! I put my hands on his temples and said, get ready prof and showed no mercy and fucked his mouth well until I unloaded my cockgun down his throat. He almost choked but didn't have much choice and gulped down my juice and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Both recovered from the sexual tension, he suggested I go for the tour of his lab and one of his students would take me around the campus. By the time I came back, he was in his original person and we talked about his projects for a while.

In the end, he said, he enjoyed my seminar and "presentation".

I thanked him and walked out of the building with a smile. I felt high, on sex, on science and on power. He had indeed impressed me in many ways, but he won't have pleasure of my services in his lab. I will go back and send him a polite e-mail declining his offer. A feeling of rejecting such an offer would surpass any sexual triumph for sure.

I decided to take a tour of the city. I took a cab to Ghiradeli square and treated myself with some choco-goodies and ice cream. The walk on the waterfront down from the shop was ethereal.

When I rejuvenated myself with fresh air and sugar, I decided to take cable car back to the hotel. I still had one more night in the city and I wasn't even remotely satisfied with that oral action.

My mouth was happy but my ass twitched for a hard cock now and I felt urgent need to unload my next sperm batch in some smooth tight hole. But before that I needed a nap.

Hanging onto the bar as the cable car rode past Lombard street with my one hand in air greeting SF I felt like a free bird ready to take any challenge a life has to offer.

written by horizn25

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