Universal Constance - Sex Stories

Universal Constance

... cut short my climax. I stared at the blackboard. Mere equations stared back at me. Flawed complex calculations that led to a pointless infinity, resulted in a meaningless zero. But I had seen the answer. I had felt it. Conversed with it. Laughed with it. And I was certain that, sometime within my lifetime on this sorry spinning sphere, I would see it again. * Poor Edmund would not. A lifetime of smoking, physical indolence, and academic labouring, had left his arteries clogged and his old heart weak. It was all too much for him. I finally fucked him precisely as he had always asked me, like there's no tomorrow. The inquest was an embarrassing necessity. Though the news was full of it, and though the tabloids overflowed with every seedy detail, the scandal did my reputation more good than harm. Overnight, I became a somewhat reluctant celebrity. The media loved my voice, my face, my body, and my mind, almost as much as I had loved my wonderful Edmund. Standing on the shoulders of Professor Edmund Samuelson, much as he had stood on the shoulders of all who had gone before him, I reached ever upwards for the answer to all questions, the unification of the unimaginably small and the inconceivably large. Since that night, I have posed many times before his blackboard, my fingers clinging to the chair back, my red heels digging into his priceless rug, and a stiff cock pummelling my jumbled innards, as I seek to recreate the magic of that unforgettable seminal evening. To date, I have failed, though am certain that one day soon I shall see that kindly face again. *****