"So, Handsome, any more ideas for us?" cooed Dwayne, smiling Buddha style as his gaze pinned the young man to his seat. "Ok, meeting adjourned." The rest of the students got up and filed out of the room, the poor young man being obviously cruised by Dwayne throughout the entire time hurrying out of the room in the safety of other students. I stayed behind, as the advisor to this GSA as did Dwayne, the current president. "Mr. Danvers, what do you think of Mark?

"He definitely is good looking, Dwayne, but you know the rules--you helped make them: No personal funny business during meetings." Dwayne grimaced and had the grace to look embarrassed as he recalled why he had pushed that rule through the GSA to be included in the GSA's constitution. The past president and past secretary became lovers and their antics during meetings were so blatant that once I even had to ask them to keep their hands in their OWN laps. Dwayne, disgusted that nobody was playing with him, had written up legislation that the GSA voted into law to prevent this behavior during business meetings. It had calmed down quite a bit after that, but lately Dwayne was breaking his own law.

"Geez, Mr. Danvers, I know, but man, look at me! I can't get a date if I paid for it, and I can't even afford what I like!" Dwayne was not a bad looking guy, although he seemed to work hard at looking unattractive. His hair was cut very short, he wore thick Poindexter glasses and his clothing sense, for a gay man, was hopeless. It didn't help that he was the size of a small elephant, topping the scales at over 300 pounds. He had a killer wit and was good humored, but lately that wit was being honed to an almost bitchy pointiness that hurt whomever it landed upon. It wasn't helping him at all, as he skewered somebody on that wit that he became almost flamboyantly gay, and it was almost embarrassing for me to watch.

"Dwayne, you need to work on the positives, not your negatives," I said, sighing as we'd had this discussion before. Dwayne just looked at me and didn't say anything, and after a few more minutes of silence I stood up to leave. "Guess this meeting is over then. I'll see you next week." I walked back to my lab, checked over the place to make sure all was well (and to briefly watch the couple of drop dead gorgeous muscle hunks there), then walked into my office and did some paperwork.

The next few meetings of the GSA were about the same (we did indeed lose Mark after all) and then it was finals, and then summer break. Dwayne was getting more and more depressed, and I'd surreptitiously put his name on a suicide watch because he was starting to alarm me, when on the very last day he came to my office. "Mr. Danvers, may I talk with you a bit?" I waved him inside and he surprised me by closing the door, something he'd never done before. He sat down in the chair in front of my desk and waited while I cleared my desk and motioned him to start.

"I'm leaving school for a bit," he said, "quite possibly for a year or so. I need to get myself sorted out and maybe work on fixing what's wrong with me." He sighed and looked out the window at the group of handsome young men who ran about shirtless outside. "That's what I want as a lover, Mr. Danvers, and I can't get it the way I am now."

"Have you discussed this with Miss Pruitt?"

"Yeah, the counselor asked me if this felt like the right thing to do, interrupting my education to 'find myself,' but I really can't concentrate on my schoolwork when all I can think of is what I don't have."

He stood up, walked around to my side of the desk and then gave me a big hug. "Thank you for your support, Mr. Danvers, I really appreciated it this year. When I get back I'll come see you, OK?"

Recovering from the surprise of the hug, I smiled back and said, "OK, Dwayne, I'll look forward to it." I was rewarded by one of his smiles, which always transformed his face from a sullen potato to a happy sunny one, and he left, seemingly a bit happier.

The year rolled past, a new president took charge, and the GSA started getting more and more members. The new president, Ryan, was not only attractive, but also had his own boyfriend back in his home state and didn't need to fool around with others, so the young gay men felt safe again coming to meetings. We had a very productive year, and soon it was summer break again. As I was clearing off my desk and preparing new files for the coming term, a knock on my door made me look up. Standing there in the doorway was the most handsome young man I'd seen in many years!

Dark brown medium length hair, cut in the current model fashion, clear brown eyes and a brilliant white smile sat atop wide muscled shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist, only interrupted by a thick pair of pecs and perky nipples that strained the t-shirt he wore. His shorts were hemmed high enough to allow me to see muscular thighs and calves, with just enough hair on them to be masculine without detracting from all that muscle. At crotch level a nicely packed basket awaited some lucky person, the tube that slanted to his right looked like a lethal weapon, and the eggs he carried below that were almost in high relief against the fabric of the shorts. All in all, this guy was awesome and it must have showed upon my face as he smiled again and said, "Guess all the hard work was worth it."

I recognized that voice! "Dwayne! You can't be serious, my God, you're gorgeous!" He grinned back at me, did a little model walk (letting me see his full, hard butt in the process) and then came over to hug me. This time, instead of feeling like being hugged by a large sofa, I felt muscle and that insistent weapon in his crotch against mine (which responded with a jerk) and I could feel his chuckle as he felt my response to his body. He let go of me, walked back around to sit in front of my desk, and then legs spread sexily, waited for me to recover a bit.

"Yeah, it's me. It was a hard, long road but I made it, and judging from what I felt below, you like what you see and felt too."

I smiled back, and gathered my thoughts. Shit, this was a student of mine, I couldn't get worked up about him! As if he could read my thoughts, Dwayne replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Danvers, I'm not registered here anymore, so I'm safe." Huh? He stretched, letting me see his muscles in action, and then said, "You about done? Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving!" I nodded and we headed out the door, closing up and walking to the parking lot. "I took the bus here, so could you drive?" I nodded again and he asked if we could go to Tipsy's, a favorite burger place near campus. We drove there and I watched in fascination as this guy, who I'd always watched shovel down food like it was going out of style, carefully select an almost decent meal from the menu. Seeing my reaction, Dwayne smiled and said, "I learned while I was gone some proper eating habits and what to eat when at restaurants." He suggested we take it home to eat, and so we got our orders to go, and then headed to my place.

We ate our meals quietly, my brain still refusing to correlate this hunk eating a burger without the extra sauces and discarding the top bun in favor of extra lettuce with the guy I used to know who would have eaten two of the Tipsy Jumbos with large fries and a large chocolate milkshake. Dwayne saw my puzzled look and smiled at me, finishing his bite and saying, "yeah, I know, I used to scarf these things down like I was gonna die without food. I really learned a lot about myself and my eating habits this last year, and now I only eat what I need to keep my body healthy and fit." He pointed to his burger and said, "I missed these things, but you know, I can eat this and remember what the other tasted like, and I'm pretty satisfied."

We finished eating and Dwayne stood up, asking if he could use the bathroom. I nodded, watching his tight butt walk away from me and still just amazed that he could have lost the weight and gained the confidence I was seeing in him. I tossed out the food wrappers etc and wiped down the kitchen, and at his "Hey, Mr. Danvers," I turned and saw him standing stark naked before me!

"I'm proud of what I accomplished, Mr. Danvers, and from the bulge in your pants all day today, you like looking at me. I figured you should get a chance to see all of me and tell me what you think." He moved closer to me, grabbed my hands and put them on his massive pec muscles. "Go ahead, feel me up. I've never had another guy play with me before, I'd like to have you be my first."

Instinctively, with man flesh against my palms, my fingers tightened and Dwayne moaned as I squeezed his thick, heavy pec muscles. I must have squeezed for a goodly amount of time, for I let some marks as my hands moved by themselves up to his cannonball shoulders and squeezed, then down his thick biceps and forearms. My hands didn't stop, they reversed and went back to Dwayne's pecs, then slowly moved down his sides, following the V shape to his narrow waist and tracing his tight abs. Two small scars were at either side of his lower abdominal muscle, and he whispered, "That's where the lipo was done last." I nodded, found these scars were sensitive, and continued down his muscled thighs and calves. Without comment, he turned around and I beheld his bubbled butt muscles, tight enough to bounce a quarter off of, yet hairless and soft to the touch. He bent forward, causing his cheeks to open and reveal the only other place besides above his cock where he had hair. The crevasse between his tight buns was lightly coated with curly dark brown hair, his red rosebud winked at me as I gazed in admiration of this and the rest of his body. He turned around again, and I was literally face to crotch, gazing at his very heavy balls and thick tube of cock.

"You know," he said, as he scratched the small pubic triangle above his cock, causing it to wiggle delightfully, "I didn't realize how well hung I truly was until I lost all that weight. It was as if all those pounds melted away and caused my cock to grow." The member in question began to fill out, and I reached out to grasp Dwayne's balls, his cock jumping happily at my touch. "That feels really good, Mr. Danvers, please keep touching me."

I didn't think I could stop touching him, my cock was in full control of my body as my bigger head was still reeling from this new information and trying to update its Dwayne database. The only problem with his entire body was that he was cut, but his cock was growing into magnificent proportions, so the lack of skin to play with was not that much of an issue. I happily opened my mouth and slipped his monster inside, and heard him moan in delight as I gave him one of my more stellar blow jobs.

He groaned in time to my vacuuming, and when the first little salty taste hit my tongue, I looked up at him and said, "Negative, right?" He nodded and said that even though he'd had this body only a short time, I was the first guy he'd played around with. I said that I was also negative, so I resumed blowing him until I felt his balls in my hand convulse and jets of warm man goo began filling my mouth. Dwayne's cum was somewhat sweet to the taste, and I drank it down, giving Dwayne the privilege of enjoying having his cum eaten by another guy, a very rare event nowadays.

"Wow," he said, as my mouth refused to let go of his cock and the afterglow sensations began to mount, "That was incredible! Thank you, Mr. Danvers."

"I think you can call me Mike, since I've just had your cock in my mouth and I'm pretty sure you're going to reciprocate, Dwayne."

"Yessir, Mike!" With that, the hunk helped me remove my shirt and then pulled my pants down to my ankles, helping me step out of my clothing so that soon I was as naked as he. "Gosh, Mike, you are sure hairy! I like that!" He let his hands wander over my muscled pecs, feeling the mounds through my chest hair with wonder. "I wish I had hair like you, but this is all I got."

"Don't sweat it, Dwayne, I and many other men prefer younger guys to be as smooth as you." He smiled and continued stroking my body hair all over me, ending up on his knees before me and pulling my dripping cock into his mouth. "If this is your first time to suck, Dwayne, you need to keep your teeth pulled back and make a hollow of your mouth." The boy was a natural sucker, and his tongue danced across the bottom of my shaft as he blew me more expertly that I'd have imagined. Soon my load went down his throat, and he gobbled it up as if it was worth its weight in gold. When we'd recovered a bit more, I grabbed his arms and pulled him up into a big hug, and then led him into the bathroom.

"I think its time we taught you about butt play, Dwayne." He eagerly sat on the can while I explained how using an enema bag made butt play all the more pleasant. I prepared a bag full, lubed up the nozzle, and then pushed it into my ass. Being an old hand at the game, I took the whole bag, removed the nozzle and then did the light exercises that helped slosh the water around enough to clean. I motioned Dwayne off the toilet, emptied myself into it, and flushed, wiping of the residue and then repeating the process a couple more times until I ran mostly clear water into the bowl.

"Now its your turn, Dwayne. You want the water just about body temp, although I know guys that shoot warmer and colder water up their bums for the effect they get. Personally, I use the enema for cleaning, not as the sex act itself, so I just get the job done." I prepped the bag and, putting on a clean nozzle, lubricated it and told Dwayne to assume the position. "For your first time, get on your hands and knees, spread your legs a bit, and then lower your shoulders and head so that your butt sticks up in the air." He did what I said, his handsome pucker winking at me as I advanced with the lubricated nozzle. "Relax, but keep a firm grip on the nozzle until I say otherwise." He nodded, and I inserted the nozzle, his little gasp of surprise giving way to a moan as I released the water. I kept one hand on the water control and one just under him against his belly, feeling it distend a bit as his guts filled up. When the bag was empty, I told him to keep his butthole tight as I pulled the nozzle out, and then had him get up and sit on the toilet. "Your first couple of enemas will be trainers, in that you need to know what your ass is doing at all times before you start the other part. No leaks or squirts until you are completely clean!" He just groaned as his body accommodated the extra water, and then I told him to release his asshole and let the water out. The look on his face was priceless as the water gushed out of him, a little dirty but not bad. We repeated the process until he too ran clear, and then we stepped into the shower together.

I could have been happy with just that shower scene, Dwayne's muscled body against mine as we soaped and rinsed each other off, then stepped out and dried each other off, but I really wanted inside him and I think Dwayne wanted that as well. We went to my bedroom, prepared the bed and then I pulled out my 'starter dildo' and lubricant. Dwayne looked on in growing excitement as I prepared the dildo, which was a bit larger than two fingers and then approached him. "Lift up your legs, man, and grasp behind your knees." He complied, exposing his freshly cleaned up and out asshole. I placed a finger dipped in lubricant against it and lubed up the opening, Dwayne's delighted moans getting deeper as I placed the head of the dildo against his hole. "Relax and enjoy," I said as I slowly pushed the dildo into him.

He let me know without words when the dildo found his joy button, for his cock began jumping like a live thing and clear goo began oozing from its tip. I left the dildo in him for a bit, then slowly began fucking him with it. He was in orbit, and when I could see him fighting back orgasm I tugged hard on his balls to bring him back to earth. "Not yet, buster, you need something else." He just looked at me, glazed eyes with pleasure and waited while I carefully pulled the dildo out and lubed up my cock, pushing it into his ass and sinking into him until we were joined crotch to asshole.

"Fuck me, please Mike, fuck me!" Dwayne cried as I complied with his request, slowly at first then picking up the tempo as he writhed and moaned under me, his body a study of muscles in motion. I pressed into him hard and then, balancing myself on his thighs, moved my hands over his pecs and mauled his nipples, causing him to writhe ever more in delight. I stroked his tight abs, those I could reach, and found the lipo scars and lightly stroked those, causing his asshole to spasm around me and warm jism to begin shooting from his cock. This extra tightness was all it took for me, and I began filing his butthole with my own warm man juice and, although it was not even minutes, it felt like hours we were entwined together in mutual orgasm.

My cock slipped out of his ass and I lowered his legs, then flopped on top of the muscled pup and we just lay together a good while, Dwayne's cherry busted well and both of us fucked out tired. I felt his arms reach up after a bit and hold me to him, his heartbeat slowing with mine and our bodies in almost full contact from neck to ankle. I think we dozed off a bit, but soon I heard him whisper in my ear, "That was wonderful, Mike, I love you." I nuzzled his ear and whispered back, "Same here, buddy. Let's lie here like this a bit more, OK? I love the feel of your body under me." He chuckled and kept holding me awhile longer, then the growl of two hungry men's bellies broke the silence. Laughing, we got up and, still sticky with dried cum and lubricant, headed to the kitchen and made up some eggs and a quick salad. "We need to keep our strength up," Dwayne said as he swallowed down his third egg, "I want a crack at YOUR crack next!"

I smiled and said, "Sounds good, why'd you think I did my own enema? It wasn't just for show man, I was getting myself ready to be fucked by a hunk!" His eyes teared up a bit and he looked down, and I reached across the table. "What's wrong, Dwayne?"

He sniffled a bit and wiped at his eyes with a napkin, smiling a bit back at me. "I've waited so long to hear that I was handsome enough and hunky enough for somebody, and it really hit me that you think I'm that good looking. It was a long, hard road but I'm glad I did it, especially if you like the results."

I kissed his hand and then said, "Dwayne, you have turned your life around admirably, you have a great looking body and I must say your confidence and masculinity is strongly in evidence. If you set out to become a hunk, you have wildly exceeded what most folks would call a hunk, you've become a man, one that I'd like to share my life with."

Dwayne looked up at me and saw the sincerity in my eyes, and then got up and hugged me hard, kissing me while saying, "Oh God, thank you! I love you and I want to be with you always too, Mike!" We hugged and kissed more, then cleaned up the kitchen and headed for the bedroom, Dwayne pulling me there by my cock. "Now if Mr. Danvers would be so kind to assume the position," he growled as he tossed me on the bed, "this hunk would like to bury his cock inside him." I happily complied, and soon Dwayne's cock was pistoning in and out of me, my prostate singing with feeling as I felt my orgasm build again. Soon we were in the throes of another mutual orgasm, and as we rested before showering and retiring for the evening, Dwayne nibbled my ear and whispered, "That was pretty good, huh?"

I whispered back that it was better than good, and Dwayne contentedly drifted off to sleep, his muscular two hundred pound body comfortably crushing my own muscled body. I drifted off to sleep too, content that I'd found a good guy to be with, and from a place I'd have least expected to find one.