Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : D. J. Manly
Word Count :28750
Publication Date :2010-08-12
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-360-9
Go back to school and fall in love, but it won't be easy!
In these four stories of love, centred around higher education, young men learn more than just the subject of matter at hand. In Ethical Promise, Mark falls hard for his teacher, who he must be content to admire from afar. In Big Bang, a teaching assistant conducts a study group for Physics and finds out that the students know more than he does. The Upside of Fear gives Simon a challenging roommate who enjoys parading around naked, and A Lingering Song finds a bad boy rocker doing penance, while meeting up with a guy who shares a past with him he would have never imagined. Higher Education had never been so hot!
He pulled the car into a parking lot just on the corner and I hung back, waiting. I could hear the music blaring out of this rather small bar, with the flashing sign that was all but burnt out. "The Stud," I muttered. I'd heard about that place. I snapped my fingers and grinned. "Got 'cha."
The Stud was a well-known gay bar, but Peter always told me it was for old queens. Well, Professor Troy Cole was no old queen.
I peddled up to the place and dumped my bike beside the wall in the parking lot. If someone stole it, so be it. I was so hyped by that time, I didn't give a damn. All I cared about was that Troy Cole was gay, and he was inside that bar right now, not in the classroom lecturing on sexuality.
I smoothed my dark hair back and swung open the door. I wished suddenly I'd dressed better, wore tighter jeans, but it was too late now.
I was immediately bombarded by some tune from the nineties as I entered the large room whose bar took up three quarters of the place. There was a jukebox and about twenty tables scattered around. In the back was a pool table where a few guys were racking them up. And off to the side, I saw a sign marked Private Area, and beside that the bathroom.
Immediately, some really ugly guy with no teeth came up to me and grabbed my ass. "Get lost," I told him and explored the room, looking for any sight of him. I smiled with relief when I saw him walk out of the bathroom. He didn't see me. He walked over to the bar and sat down, talking to the bartender, who was built like a wrestler. They were both laughing when I approached.
The bartender glanced at me. "Hey there, little boy," he said.
Troy Cole turned to glance at me. His eyes widened a bit. "Mark?"
I was pleased he remembered my name. "Hello, Troy."
"You know this kid?" the bartender asked.
"Troy?" he repeated. He didn't bother answering the bartender, who was suddenly called over by some skinny guy on the other side of the bar.
"Hope you don't mind."
"I do actually. And what are you doing here?" He looked annoyed.
I fidgeted a little, entwining my fingers. "Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?"
"Try again." His gaze penetrated mine.
I licked my lips. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea. "I…okay, I followed you."
"You did what?" The annoyance had changed to anger.
"I thought that we could…" I stopped.
He was waiting, not intending to help me out at all.
Suddenly, that old ugly creep came over and clapped a hand on my thigh. "Hey, sweet meat," he blubbered. "I'd like to take you outside and fuck your sweet…"
I tried to push him off. He was persistent. "Go away. I'm not interested. Stop it."
Troy was standing now. He looked at the man, then reached over and removed his hand from my thigh. "He's with me," he said.
"Oh, okay, Troy, no problem." He put up his hand and walked away.
Troy Cole took my arm and pulled me to my feet. "Come on, I'm taking you home."