13. Seth Harlan, Ph.D #2
Over the next few weeks I did research in the library several times. I did not frequent the glory hole regularly. I had two repeat performances with my friend with the delicious dick and gold signet ring, both memorable.
I worked part time as a Pharmacy Technician assisting the Pharmacist filling prescriptions and working the cash register.
Our pharmacy was always extremely busy because the city had six local hospitals and several hundred physicians.
There was no ‘down time’ in the pharmacy and always a crowd was waiting in line.
On the Sunday after Thanksgiving I was busy working as cashier, processing an endless line of customers.
A customer put a small basket of items on the counter and asked for his prescription.
“Name, please?”
“Seth Harlan.”
I felt my stomach clinch in fear and anticipation; hell, who knows why?
I had seen him numerous times in the halls of the history building but we had never spoken.
Now he was in front of me at my counter.
I turned to retrieve his prescription, Fluticasone nasal spray.
Nasal allergies. I rang up the purchases in his basket and his prescription.
“That’ll be fifty-seven dollars and ninety-two cents, sir.”
“How’s that Western Civilization course going for you, Mr. Kent?
I looked at him in surprise. Dr. Harlan laughed at me.
“Bill Patterson and I were roommates in undergraduate school. When I saw you were in his class I told him to beware of giving you a syllabus.” He laughed again.
Dr. Patterson was my Western Civilization professor, a nice guy who seemed more interested in hockey and the Detroit Red Wings than anything else. He made his course interesting and enjoyable.
“It’s okay, sir. Dr. Patterson is a funny guy.”
Harlan raised his eyebrow and gave me a mocking look.
“And I’m not, is that it? Of course, you didn’t give me a chance to show you how funny I can be, walking out on the first day.”
“If you girls are done chatting, I’m in a fucking hurry here!” A man in line was pissed.
Harlan handed me his cash. A beautiful hand with long slender fingers.
A gold signet ring with a double headed eagle.
I nearly choked. I looked Harlan in the eye as I gave him his change.
He had no idea he and I had sucked each others’ dicks.
It was all I could do to say thank you and move on to the next customer.
Over the next few days I thought about little else but that gorgeous cock belonging to Seth Harlan.
I wanted so badly to reconnect with him but on the few occasions I scoped out the glory hole, he did not return.
I masturbated more frequently now that I could place Harlan’s face with the dick of my dreams.
A few days later I was eating a BLT sandwich for lunch, sitting at a wooden table in the park outside the student center.
My next class was in two hours. I had grabbed lunch before heading back to the dorm to do math homework.
A shadow fell over the table and I saw a jean covered crotch before me with a nice pouch. Looking up, I saw Seth Harlan.
“Can I join you?” he asked.
“Sure, why not?”
He sat down with a hot dog and French fries and put his attaché case on the table next to us.
“Tell me, Tom, what is it you’re getting your degree in? I’ve been curious since the day you marched out of my class.” His eyes were filled with amusement and he laughed softly.
“Chemistry and Mathematics. I’m planning to go to the School of Pharmacy.” His humor was infectious and he seemed like a nice enough guy.
“I know how Bill Patterson teaches and I know it’s no crip course. You like European history better than American?”
“I don’t particularly like any kind of history course.”
I got this panicked look on my face as I realized I had been totally insulting to him again but Harlan chuckled.
“You missed charm school growing up, Kent.” Harlan continued to laugh, dropping some catsup in his shirt.
“Shit! Nothing like being the class slob.”
“I could loan you one of mine, sir.”
“Kent, if you call me sir one more time, I’m going to have to kick your ass. Do you understand?”
I giggled.
“Yes, sir!”
We were about the same size and he agreed to the loan of a shirt.
In my room, Harlan took off his shirt revealing hairy armpits, a light dusting of hairs over his pecs, and a thin treasure trail leading from his navel into his pants.
It was hard not to drool. He dropped his pants to his thighs to tuck in my light blue shirt and I saw he was wearing no underwear.
Also, I saw the cock I craved. He made me promise to let him treat me to dinner for the shirt loan.
He was gone for several minutes before I realized his stained shirt was on my bed.
I sprayed stain remover on his shirt. My roommate kept a couple of cans of the stuff at all times.
That night I did my laundry and washed his shirt.
It came out perfect. I hung it in my closet.
Two days later, Dr. Harlan called me. He arranged to pick me and his shirt up at my dorm at five in the afternoon.
I was to join him for supper and he would drop me off afterward.
I showered and wore dress casual — navy shirt with jeans and black loafers.
I was not sure where he was taking me for supper but I seriously doubted it was supposed to be any dressier.
He was surprised to see I had cleaned and ironed his shirt although he confessed he’d had mine laundered with his clothes.
When I teased him about using a professional laundry to do blue jeans he laughed and said it was one of the little luxuries in life.
I was surprised when we arrived at his apartment for supper instead of going to a restaurant.
He was cooking chili that had simmered all day in a crock pot and he told me all he had to do now was get out the crackers and Coca Cola.
He asked if I minded watching TV while he took a quick shower.
Of course I didn’t mind. It would give me a chance to check out his apartment to find out more about him.
While he showered I looked at the pictures and degrees in his living room.
There were several photographs showing him in various athletic uniforms, graduation photos, and with people who could have been family or friends.
His degrees were all in history and he had received a summa cum laude undergraduate degree.
There were several trophies for sports and academic excellence.
Harlan came into the living room to see me looking at a trophy he had received as MVP of his college football team. He was wearing shorts, an old football jersey, and was barefoot.
“That was a good year for me. Everything just seemed to click and I was more surprised than anyone when I received the MVP award. I had expected to go to a wide receiver on our team, the best receiver I ever played with.”
“So you were the quarterback?”
“Yeah, how’d you guess?” he laughed.
“It helps that you have a plaque here listing you as the best damn quarterback in the history of college football.”
He snorted. “That was my wife’s contribution to my award shelf. She gave it to me when I got the MVP award as a gag. The rest of the people at the dinner thought it was a riot.”
“You’re married?” I was surprised.
“Divorced. We dated when I was a senior at UCLA and got married while I was doing my Master’s there.
When I got accepted to Harvard to do my Ph.D.
she refused to leave LA and I divorced her.
Turned out she was fucking a med school student while I was getting my Master’s and working my ass off as a night manager at Kinko’s.
I don’t know why but somehow I knew within two weeks of our marriage I had made a mistake. Thank God we never had kids.”
While he talked he set the table and dished up the chili.
He insisted I call him Seth and I made it clear I preferred being called Tom instead of Kent.
We ate a delicious supper while we laughed and compared life stories.
After eating we went back into his living room and he put on the DVD of a newly released comedy hit.
We sat at opposite ends of his couch. During the movie he reclined on the couch with one foot touching my leg, the other slightly raised.
Seth had sexy hairy legs and long slender feet and toes.
While he was laughing at the movie I turned to look at him and realized I could see up the leg of his shorts.
His cock was exposed in his pubic bush and one ball hung out.
I glanced up to see Seth looking at me with a grin. Busted.
“Like what you see, Tom?”
“It’s uh…great…nice….” What the fuck was I supposed to say?
“You recognized the ring.” It was a simple statement and it knocked me off my pins completely.
“What?!” I spluttered.
I had a sudden vision of him killing me. I had come to his apartment in his car. I had told no one. He could cut me into a thousand pieces and throw them in the river.
“You recognized my ring, Tom. I saw it in your eyes at the pharmacy. You couldn’t have been more obvious about it if you had yelled — Seth Harlan, we’ve been sucking each others’ dicks in the bathroom on the fourth floor of the library.”
I was stunned. I wasn’t sure if I should cry, run, or what. I felt lightheaded. He laughed.
“Calm down, Tom. No one knows but us.”
“I didn’t know you knew. I wasn’t aware I was so obvious.”
Seth threw his head back and laughed. He pressed his bare foot into my arm.
“I’ve known from the beginning, Tom. I waited outside in the stacks after the first time. I saw you when you came out of the stall. I was surprised it was you, but still you were the guy who had just given me the best blow job I’d ever had in my life.”
I could see little black spots floating in my eyes. He had known all along.
“You knew all along it was me and you came back again? I thought you hated me.” I squeaked.