Aug 9, 2015
Son of Mr. Blowfish: Hooking Up in the Professor's Office and Everywhere Else
Well, Sam was extremely hot: shorter than me, dark skin, red hair, and a tight, lean physique.
Besides, I was suffering from Florida's dearth of Asian men, and Sam was Asian (actually half Vietnamese, half Swedish)..
Besides, he had just taken a tenure track job at a small college in the heart of the Straight World. I sensed that this might be my future, and I wanted to see what it was like.
He had literally just moved in to his apartment in someone's house a few blocks from the campus. We had to walk through a clutter of boxes to get to the bedroom, where the bed was unmade and the lamps were sitting on the floor.
"Sorry about the mess," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "When you drive down to spend the day with your Dad and brothers, you don't really expect to bring someone home."
Sam was very energetic and very passionate -- maybe too passionate. We didn't get much sleep that night -- every time I dozed off, he would initiate another session. Of course, he was 26 years old, but still, it seemed odd.
Then we toured downtown -- 3 blocks of depressing brown brick buildings, mostly bars and small, deserted boutiques -- and the campus -- more of the same.
"Why Cornell College?" I asked.
"Well, I wanted a liberal arts college where I could really get to know the students. And I'm basically going to be the entire art history program. This year I'm teaching Italian Renaissance, Asian, and Precolumbian. Try doing that at Stanford."
"Did you get an offer from Stanford?"
"Actually, my only other offer was in Utah. Mormon country, full of rattlesnakes and homophobes! Cornell is much more gay-friendly."
"But does it have a gay presence?"
"Um...I don't think so. There's a gay bar in Cedar Rapids, about 20 miles away."
"20 miles isn't bad." I didn't have the heart to tell him that I lived a 3-block walk from a dozen gay bars, restaurants, beaches, and boutiques.
"Besides, Des Moines is only 2 hours away, and Chicago is 4 hours. I'll be driving to one or the other every weekend."
We both knew that he wouldn't -- once the semester began, he'd be too busy, or the weather would be too bad. On most weekends, he'd be stuck in Mount Vernon.
He shut the door, drew me close, and started kissing me.
"Hey, wait -- this is your office!" I exclaimed, shocked. "Anybody could walk in at any moment." Besides, I was sweaty from walking around the campus on the second-hottest day of the year.
"Come on, it's Sunday -- there's nobody around," he murmured, nuzzling my neck.
I've spent my whole life on college campuses, as student and professor. But that was the first time I actually had an erotic encounter in a professor's office.
Sam drove us into Cedar Rapids that afternoon. It was more of a city: there was a nice Vietnamese Restaurant, a nice park with jogging trails -- he tried to kiss me on the jogging trail, but I refused -- and an art museum that specialized in the work of Grant Wood.
Followed by another night of outrageously energetic bedroom calisthenics and another gut-buster breakfast.
"How long are you going to be in the area?" Sam asked.
"My flight to Fort Lauderdale is on Wednesday."
"Great, that gives us three more days...."
He wanted me to spend the rest of my visit with him? But -- I came back to the Midwest to visit my family and friends! "Well, I have to get my sister-in-law's car back."
"No problem. I'll follow you to Rock Island, you can drop off the car, and then we'll drive back."
"Um...it's about 70 miles."
"I don't mind...in the country, you have to drive a lot."
"Besides, I need to get to the gym," I continued.
"You can use the campus gym as my guest."
Suddenly I realized what was happening: Sam had latched onto me as an escape from Straight World isolation and tedium. If I didn't act fast, I would become "the boyfriend." He might even ask me to stay in Mount Vernon. "I have a better idea. Let's spend the day in Rock Island -- I want to introduce you to some friends of mine. I just have to make a couple of phone calls first."
A night of energetic sharing followed.
Dick is bigger than me, both in height and in beneath-the-belt gifts -- #7 on my Sausage List, a Kielbasa+. Sam was suitably impressed.
The next day he drove back to Mount Vernon with their phone number in his pocket and an invitation to visit anytime.
And I got to visit my family and friends.
See also: My Night with the Son of Mr. Blowfish. and Hooking Up with the Pizza Boy