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Hey Prof
By Simon Peter
He teaches us a course in economics and he is hot. In his early thirties, Dr. Roberts is tall, around 190 centimeters, slim with a flat stomach, has a nice curly, black shock of hair and a trimmed light beard. He dresses informally, most of the time, in blue jeans and polo shirts.
Dr. Roberts is not only physically very appealing. He has this sexual aura floating around him as he moves about in the classroom. We are only 12 students in this MBA course, 5 of whom are females.
Needless to say, they are all over him with smiles and come-ons. He seems impervious to all these advances and treats us all with professional cordiality. He knows he is the professor and we are merely little minds under his control. He doesn't lecture much but makes us work out various situations and problems.
A couple of weeks into the semester, I notice that Dr. Roberts is inclined to give more attention to the male students, myself included, than to the our female classmates. He invariably calls on the males to report on group work. He often stands to the side of the room and stares at whichever guy is reporting on the work done. Three of the males, me included, get more attention than the others. I realize that the three of us are the more good-looking of the other four. When Steve, one of the good-looking three, is presenting, Dr. Roberts's gaze occasionally focuses on his body. I assume that our professor is evaluating our body language, but I later realize that he is more interested in body moves and shapes.
Is this my over-sexed imagination? I have a very strong imagination, and my libido is quite active.
Hmmm.
One time, at the end of our class session, I approach Dr. Roberts and ask him a question about the assignment he has just given us. He ponders, looks me up and down, and says, very professionally, "Why don't you come see me in my office, Eddie. I will be able to concentrate more on your inquiry."
A few minutes later, I knock at his office door, open it, and walk in. He is sitting at his PC, working on some document. He regards me with a faint smile as I stand in front of his desk. I am not usually intimated by professors, but with Dr. Roberts it's a different story. I melt under his gaze and the adrenaline in my blood increases, causing me to be more flustered than the usual calm self that I carry.
"Oh, yes, hi, Eddie," he says, almost nonchalantly. "What is it that confuses you about the assignment?"
He moves his eyes from my face down to my crotch as I stand in front of his desk. He doesn't ask me to sit down, but keeps me standing. I fidget a bit. "Ummm, Sir," I mumble. "It's just that I can't figure out the problem behind the situation you gave us. Are we supposed to research the company in the case study to know more about its financial status, or do we need to look at other variables, such as the political situation or the manufacturing techniques the company has adopted for the past 25 years? And what about the new legislations regarding this issue?"
Dr. Roberts doesn't answer immediately. Instead he walks around his desk and closes the door to his office. Then he leans at the desk with his hands resting on the top behind him, his body lank and sexy and his crotch pushed forward by his position. Shit! How am I to think clearly and sound intellectual with this hunk of a man leaning like this in front of me?
"Well, Eddie," Roberts finally says. "You are one of the best students in my class. I cannot understand your confusion. Do you want to show me your notes from our last session when we discussed similar situations?"
I open my notebook with a somewhat shaking hand and turn it to him to see. He stands back up from his leaning position, moves closer to me, and looks at the notes. I can feel his breath at my neck, and my body shivers with desire. My mind is nowhere near the assignment. I am thinking how I wished I were a female so I could try coming on to him.
As he goes over my notes, he extends one hand and points to a part on the notebook page. "You have already noted down the answer to your questions, Eddie." He places his hand on my arm and gives me a little squeeze. "I'm surprised that someone sharp like you hasn't noticed this!"
I shiver at his touch. I also blush. Fuck! What is this? I am behaving like a star-struck teenager! But I cannot control the reactions of my body any more than I can control the quivering dick inside my jeans.
When I answer with a low grunt, Roberts moves his arm and places it around my shoulder. He moves closer and his crotch presses lightly on my hip. Oh, my God! This man is coming on to me instead of the other way around.
Without a word, I turn around to face him, and he runs his hand over my face cheek and rests it on the side of my neck. I must have looked beet-red in the face. He slowly bends and tentatively touches the corner of my mouth with his lips.
"Bbbbut, Sssir..." I stammer confusedly.
"Shhh..." He whispers. "You think I haven't noticed the way you study me in class, not really what I say but me, my body? I can tell the difference between the look of wanting to gain knowledge and the look of lust. And, Eddie," he continues with a smile, "yours have been looks of lust!"
He presses harder on me as he declares this revelation. I have not realized that my looks reflect my thoughts so visibly. He presses his lips at my neck as he grinds onto my hip. I can feel his erection. Fuck me! I am melting inside, and Junior rages in my jeans. He moves one of his hands and rubs my crotch. I am trembling with desire, but I am also taken totally by surprise. Although I have fantasized about having sex with this hot professor, I have never in my wildest fantasies considered that anything will come out of it. He is not only a fucking professor, he also looks so straight and unattainable.
The only response I am able to make is moaning deep down my throat. His lips rub on my neck and I can feel the grazing of his beard on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His stroking of my cock shaft through the jeans fabric makes my knees go weak. I can barely stand up straight; I can barely breathe. His erection is prodding my hip as he grinds.
What am I to do? My mind is in a whirl. On the one hand, there is me that is claiming the wrongness of the situation. I can't have sex with a professor, can I? But, on the other hand, there is the other me: the over-sexed young man who cannot resist any opportunity of an encounter with a female or a male, which will eventually end up in bed.
The second me finally wins over. As I regain my composure, I move away to the door, lock it, and approach Roberts who is still standing by the desk, his breathing deep and fast. I kneel in front of him and unbuckle his belt, keeping my eyes gazing at his. Slowly, I unzip his jeans and pull them down to his ankles. I run my hand over his bulge inside his tight boxers. He is showing an impressive tool. I press my lips up and down through the cotton fabric. His cock head is already leaking and there is a spot of wetness right under the waist band of his boxers.
Pulling his underwear down, I lose no time in engulfing his mushroomed cock head between my lips.
Roberts arches his back and moans. His cock is cut and erects at perhaps 17 to 18 centimeters. I press my lips and lick around the head, tasting the pre-cum oozing out of his cock slit. When I start sliding down over the thick shaft, he moans louder. Halfway down, I start fighting back the gagging reflex and breathing through my nose. My hand is gripping the base of his cock and his balls. I swallow a couple more centimeters of this man-cock and my gagging recedes. My tongue is still flicking round his cock head as I drive down to the base. I smell his man scent exuding heat and sexual lust through his thick, black pubic hair. I inhale and press my lips more tightly around the base. His cock is throbbing inside my throat. He grinds, and moans as he places his hands on my ears. Then he starts fucking my face.
His thrusts are slow and long. He pulls out all the way till just the head is at my lips, then, slowly, holding my ears with both hands, he pushes inside my mouth and down my throat until he feels my breathing in his pubes and my lips around the base. When again I start to gag with this pressure at my throat, I relax my lips and help the breathing through my nose, partially blocked by his pubic hair, with more air through my mouth. I know how pleasing the sensation is when cool air massages his wet cock as I inhale.
He pumps. Hard! Deep! I struggle to pull off this punishment, but his hands on my head and my lust to please him stop me. I let him use-abuse? missuse?-my face. His thrusting becomes faster, his breathing deeper, and his moaning louder. I fondle his balls and rub at their base backwards into his crack pressing at the sensitive spot there. He freezes deep inside my throat, his hand forcefully keeping my face buried into his crotch, and he explodes. I try to swallow the warm cum as it squirts down into my stomach. Some of it starts to seep through my lips and I feel it trickle down onto my chin. After the initial explosion, he releases his hold on my head and moves in and out of my mouth as more squirts shoot from his throbbing cock.
Finally, he pulls out. I look up at his face, and he gives me this satisfied oh-thank-you-for-sucking-my- dick smile. As I stand up, my erected cock hurts with the pressure against my jeans. He grabs it, leans over and says, "Eddie, I am expecting you at my place this evening, around 7 o'clock. I think you need more explanation about the variables-his hand moves up and down my erection-of economic situations and how-licking my neck-we can solve them."
With a final press on my cock, he moves around his desk, raising his jeans and tucking his limp, wet, and sticky man cock inside. He looks up at me, standing where I have been all the time, frozen in my place, not knowing what to do next, and he says in his usual professor-tone, "See you at 7, Eddie." I am dismissed! Nodding my head, unable to say anything that will undoubtedly just come out as a squeak, I turn around and walk out of his office, making sure I wipe the semen off my chin with the back of my hand.
I want to taste him throughout the day, anticipating the evening.
When I get to my place, I head for the shower. Junior is still erect. I contemplate my position. Very precarious! I know that this is a very dangerous liaison I am getting into, more for Dr. Roberts than for me, actually. He can lose his job and get kicked out of the university. For me? I have no idea if they would consider an MBA candidate as an innocent victim. This has to be a very secretive relationship.
Obviously, Roberts is looking towards a more involved relationship than a few-minute-blow session.
And, of course, I am more than willing.
I don't masturbate. I want to keep it all for my hot professor. I spend the afternoon at the swimming pool in the Student Union building and try to take my mind off Roberts (I need to find out what his first fucking name is!) and concentrate on my assignment. I succeed, to a certain degree, in pushing Roberts to the back of my mind.
Back from the swimming pool, I shower again, shave, and put on the special cologne my girlfriend got me for Christmas, Armani Code. Hmmm... I like this cologne because of its very masculine scent. I also spray some of it on my chest hair patch and my pubic hair. I want to be extremely attractive for my professor. I inspect my body in the mirror: not bad. At 24, I am slim, stand 180 centimeters tall, have a nice patch of hair in the middle of my chest. My cock is limp and hangs over my balls, but when erect, he rises to a full 20 centimeters, the head almost reaching my navel. I have thick pubes and a nice firm butt. Not bad, at all.
What will I wear? I decide on sweatpants (no underwear) and a t-shirt. I don't want to look all dandied up like a teenage girl on her first date. I am just a regular campus guy, out for a good time.
Dr. Roberts buzzes me in at 7 o'clock. I note the name on the buzzer: Frank Roberts. Hmmm... will I call him Dr. Frank? Or just Frank? Or even Frankie? Maybe I should start with Dr. Roberts, but this sounds sort of out of place after I have sucked his cock, doesn't it? Shit! This is weird! Coming out of the elevator on the third floor, I find Dr. Roberts standing in the doorway to his apartment, a few meters down the corridor. He is still wearing jeans and polo, but I immediately notice his bare feet. Fuck! He's hot! He is leaning against the door frame, with a smile-a smirk?-on his face, so seductively. The bare feet send shivers down my spine.
We shake hands at the door and he motions me in with his hand. "I'm glad you have made it, Eddie."
"Thank you, Sir, ummm... Dr. Roberts," I mumble as I step into the apartment.
The place is very pleasant, very academic, very intellectual. Wow! There is a couch and a large-screen flat TV, a center table with some flowers in the middle. There is also a wooden bookcase full of books, ceiling high. I notice ashtrays. Hmmm... Roberts hasn't struck me as a smoking man, but there is what looks like a box of cigars on one of the end tables. Fuck! Cigars! Now that is a real turn on.
"Oh, come off it, Eddie," I hear his voice behind me as I walk towards the couch. "Just Frank. I'm sure you can be comfortable with my first name, especially after our meeting in the office?"
"Ummm... yes... Sir, I mean, Frank, Sir," and we both laugh at my embarrassed muttering and stuttering.
I sit on the couch. I am very nervous, but at the same time horny. He is standing just inside the door looking so sexy. My heart jumps when he pulls off his polo shirt. He approaches me slowly, allowing me to study his chest. Yes, very flat. He must work out because the six-pack abs are nicely pronounced. Like me, he has a black thatch of hair in the middle of his chest, and a trail down to...
What! The top button of his jeans is undone, revealing the thickening trail, inviting, sexy! This man is a dream, I think, and at least for this evening, he is mine. Or am I his? Who gives a damn? I know that I am about to have an unforgettable experience.
"Would you like to drink something, Eddie? Soft or hard?" he asks me as he stands in the middle of the room, so sexy, I can hardly think straight.
"Oh, well," I clear my throat so as not to squeak-I want him hard! " Hard is good," I squeak! "Scotch fine?" he asks, smiling.
"Yes, please," I squeak some more and hate myself.
He goes to the kitchenette, pours two scotch drinks over ice, and walks back, barefoot-Fuck. He's hot! He hands me the glass of scotch and sits on the edge of the couch. Placing his drink on the coaster on the end table, he picks the cigar box, opens it and offers me one, "Smoke, Eddie?"
I fish out my packet of Winstons out of my baggy sweatpants pocket, "I prefer these, Sir, I mean... I mean Fffrank." I am still so flustered with this unusual, to say the least, encounter.
We light up, inhale, and blow the mixture of cigar and cigarette smoke into the air. I start to relax. He is still sitting on the couch arm. "So, Eddie," he says, "you surprise me."
"Oh?" I say questioningly. "How so, Frank?"
"Well," he smiles. "I never thought you to be gay. You look so masculine."
"I am not gay, as such," I quickly explain. He raises an eyebrow and glances down at his crotch with a very clear indication of my earlier cock sucking bout in his office. I continue, "I go both ways. You might say that I'm bisexual."
"Oh," he says, maintaining his smile-smirk, again? "So do you have a girlfriend, a boyfriend, or both?"
"A girlfriend, yes," I admit.
"No boyfriends? A hunk like you?"
I laugh embarrassingly. "I don't think I qualify for hunk, Frank," I confess.
"From what I can see, with you fully dressed, I can tell you must be a hunk. Do you want to strip so that we make sure?" He sounds just like a fucking professor, and he makes me feel inferior as a student.
Fuck it! I'm going to show him my hunkish cock and he is going to slobber on Junior like a mad dog, the condescending bitch! I take a swallow of scotch and place my glass on the center table. I stand up and coquettishly pull off my t-shirt. He inhales. Gazing at my chest, the patch of hair, the flat stomach, he breathes hard and says, "Well, well, that's a good start, Eddie. You are a fucking hunk, so far."
I start at his use of language. But I realize that our prof-student relationship has somewhat changed after I have sucked his dick. Of course! I rub my bulge, my look inviting. He just sits there and watches, but he does have a hungry look on his face. As I slip down my sweats, my cock bounces back onto my belly, vertical, hard and throbbing. His eyes widen with surprise. You haven't imagined seeing Junior, have you, I secretly think. Junior is a full 20-centimeter rod, with a mushroom cut head and a thick, veined shaft. I stand still, looking at him as he gazes up and down my body. Slowly, he gets off the couch arm and approaches me. He runs one hand over my chest, tickling the hairs, then around my nipples, which harden at his touch. He is still wearing his jeans with the open top button. His bare feet look so sexy. He runs his hand down to my belly following the trail of hair. Junior reaches almost to my navel, and he touches the head. It quivers in anticipation. He wraps his palm around the shaft, still saying nothing, but breathing deep, and pries it down, strokes it a couple of times, then moves to my balls, cupping them and fondling them.
I'm breathing hard too. I inhale audibly as he leans and kisses me full on the lips. As soon as I open my lips against his, his tongue probes inside my mouth and flicks around my tongue. I move closer so that now my cock presses on his jeans. I try to fumble for his jeans buttons, but he pulls my hand away and keeps kissing me, grinding on my hardness.
We move to the couch. I lie on my back and he climbs on top of me. We resume the kissing and grinding. His mouth tastes a mixture of sour scotch and cigar smoke. It is so manly. He plays with my hair and I run my hands up and down his back, sliding under his jeans onto his butt. My erection is getting somewhat uncomfortable as it presses and rubs against the front of his jeans buttons. I roll over so that I am on top of his and straddle his thighs. I start undoing the buttons. He lets me. As I pull down the jeans and the tight boxers, his hardness jumps at me, being freed and so ready for action.
I pull off his jeans and underwear and we are both totally naked. Holding his uncut cock and stroking it slowly, pulling back on the skin, I bend over and lick and kiss the underside of his neck down to the patch of hair on his chest. He smells fantastic. "What type of cologne do you wear," I mumble between my licking and kissing. He is still playing with my hair.
"It's French cologne called Thé Vert." I have no idea what the fuck that is, but it smells so heavenly, and now the scent is mixed with that of the few drops of sweat appearing inside his chest hair. I inhale deeply taking his scent through my nose. Licking down his stomach, I reach his hard cock and place it in my mouth. He moans and thrusts up.
"Oh, fuck, Eddie," he groans and pushes his dick further between my lips. He tastes so delicious, with pre-cum already seeping out of his cock slit. I start sucking him in earnest, down to the base, back up to the head, all the while pulling on his cock skin with my hand, sucking and masturbating him at the same time.
He grunts but after a short while pulls me off of him. I have this look of hurt on my face. I think, he doesn't enjoy my cock sucking! "You are a fantastic cock sucker," he comments as he raises me and rolls me over on my back, as if reading my mind and answering my doubts. "But don't you think that it is only fair that I return the favor of your sucking earlier in my office?"
Oh, yes. I nod my head and he takes me in his mouth. My God, the feeling is enormous. My cock fills his mouth and he goes down on my shaft all the way to the base without gagging. I'm surprised that he is able to swallow Junior like this. But he is hungry and he blows me hard and deep. Simultaneously, he rubs my crack with his finger. Some spit trickles down to my balls and he uses it to lube my ass. His finger, now wet with spit, probes my hole. When he inserts it, I thrust deeper into his throat and moan loudly, then I press back on his finger, which slides all the way inside my hole.
I am about to shoot my load, and I tell him so, thrusting faster into his mouth. He immediately pulls away.
"Oh, no, not yet baby," he says, spit covering his mouth. We sit back, both breathing fast. I reach for my cigarettes trying to fight back my cum. I light up and inhale. He places his hand on my thigh and sighs.
"I still can't believe you're here, kid, naked, erected, right next to me," he says.
"Can't believe it either," I agree. 'But it is nice."
"Nice?" he laughs. "Just nice?"
"I mean hot nice and sexy nice and exciting nice and..."
"Ok, ok, I get it," he laughs slapping the inside of my thigh playfully.
I snub out my cigarette and kiss him. He moans deep in his throat. He smells so good, of his cologne and clean, man sweat. He tastes of my sex and his sweet saliva.
I make him role over on his stomach and I climb on top of him. I lie on him with my weight pressing on his body. He feels so hot under me. He grinds his butt against my erection. I push down on my hardness and slide it inside his crack, between his fuzzy butt cheeks. I rub up and down his crack as I lick his back. I so want to enter him. My cock head feels his hole. I push a little. He is shut tight. I push harder, wanting-no, needing-to penetrate him. He is moaning, still taking my weight on top of him.
His hole twitches under the pressure of my cock. I thrust and feel the penetration. He grunts and squeezes his hole tight around my cock head. I still, but I keep licking on his neck and biting his ear lobe.
He groans with pain. My cockhead is inside him and he is trying to contain the pain.
"Hurts?" I whisper in his ear.
"Ya think?" he moans into the pillow. "Take it easy, buddy," he pleads.
I wait some more, but get impatient with just the mushroom part of my cock inside his warm hole, squeezed by his hole muscle. He is still squeezing and breathing hard into the couch cushion. I thrust and push more cock inside his ass.
"FUCK, Eddie," he grunts. "Take it easy, man. You are tearing my hole apart."
"So fucking relax," I order, my voice full of lust. I thrust some more and he complains some more into the cushion. I feel that although he wants to be fucked, he can't bear the pain. Slowly, very regretfully, I pull out of him. He sighs and immediately rolls over on his back. He has lost his erection and he can barely breathe.
"Ok, prof," I sneer at him. "Let's try another way."
A look of apprehension immediately appears on his face. "Can't we just suck each other? Do you have to fuck?" he sounds as if he is the younger one being forced into the situation.
"Trust me, Frank," I respond. "Do you have any kind of lubricant?"
"No," he says. "I wasn't expecting all this. I am not prepared. I don't even have any condoms and I wish if we are going to try again, we should not be carried away."
"Don't worry about the condoms. I have some. But I need to lube your ass."
I walk over into the bathroom and find a bottle of liquid soap. This will have to do.
Spreading his legs as he lies on his back, I apply a little liquid soap around and into his hole. Then I put some on my cock after I role on a condom. I raise his back and place one of the cushions under his butt. I bend on top of him and kiss his mouth, at the same time rubbing the liquid soap on my cock. It's slick enough and will make it easier for me to enter him. With my mouth fully covering his, I rub my cock at his hole. I feel it twitch, but is now lubed with the liquid soap. I push and enter. He screams into my mouth. It is a muffled scream, but it is definitely that of pain. I still.
I resume my kissing, not moving any further into him. Finally, I feel his hole relax a little bit. Very gently, I slide inside him. The moans he is making are not those of pain any more. Never leaving his mouth and lips, I maintain the gentle pressure, and my cock slides further through his fuck tunnel. I am halfway inside him.
I break away from his mouth. "Better?" I ask. He shuts his eyes and nods. His hands are on my thighs and he is not pushing me away. I make him wrap his legs around my waist. Kneeling inside his thighs, pushing them further apart with my knees, I thrust slowly until I feel my balls pressed on his ass, my cock head pushing back on his insides. He groans but stops the complaining. When he opens his eyes, I can tell from his look that he now is ready. I pull a few centimeters out and gently thrust back into him.
He writhes under my thrusting. A few centimeters out, then full length back in. His hole twitches around the base of my cock. Little by little, I increase the tempo, pulling out all the way to the head then back in to the balls. My hands reach for his nipples, which I fondle and squeeze as I fuck him. In response, he tightens his leg grip around my waist and slaps me on the butt with each thrust. Fuck! I'm being spanked by my professor as I pound into his ass! So fucking unreal! I feel his hole stretch, more accommodating to my cock inside him. His cock is starting to twitch and stiffen. I drive all the way in, and still. Nibbling on his nipples, I reach between our bodies and stroke his stiffening cock. He moans and groans and erects in my palm, now that the pain has receded. He grinds his butt against my crotch. Maintaining my licking and nibbling on his chest, his neck, his lips, I stroke him faster, using the skin of his cock to move up and down the shaft. My cock is deep inside his body, throbbing and needing to fuck. But I continue with this until he begins to beg to be fucked. I straighten, kneeling between his thighs, and resume my gentle fucking, pulling slowly all the way out then all the way in, still stroking his dick. I start to go faster as soon as I feel his cock stiffen harder in my hand. Pounding him now, my balls slapping at his butt with every hard thrust of my hips, burying my cock into his hot body, I notice his eyes glaze and he is quivering and shaking under me. Suddenly, he shivers and shoots his load, squirting on his hairy chest through my hand and fingers. I press my grip on his cock shaft and still my fucking. His fuck hole muscles squeeze on my cock base with every squirt. His breathing is quick and his chest heaves up and down as he bucks with exertion. The squeezing of his love tunnel on me drives me over the edge and I cum. He feels the thickening and throbbing of my cock inside him although my juices are caught inside the condom. I secretly wish I was fucking him bareback so he could feel the warmth of my sperm.
I drop on top of him, mixing our body sweat with his ejaculation. My cock flexes inside his ass as we kiss. Slowly, he squeezes me out of him. I roll over on my side, squeezing my body next to him on the couch. I look at his face: he has this just-fucked look, so cute, so unlike a man of his age and his position.
I reflect on this scene as my eyes rove over his sexy body. He runs his fingers through my chest hair then down through my pubes. We sit up and reach for our smokes. He picks up his half-smoked cigar, I draw out a Winston from my cigarette pack, and we light up. We take in the first inhalation of after- sex, deep, with satisfaction.
Still smoking my cigarette, I lay my head in his lap. His cock, limp and sticky, presses on my face cheek.
He fondles my chest and nipples, down to my navel following the trail. Unlike his dick, Junior is still semi-erect and quivering. I kiss his limp cock. It tastes salty. He starts to stroke me. Shit! I have just shot a heavy load and I am still feeling so much cum in my balls. As I grow hard in his hand, he exclaims, "Fuck, Eddie. You are such a hot, insatiable fuck machine."
I laugh, kiss his dick, and look up at his face. "And you fucking love it."
With a smile full of lust, he bends sideways and takes my cock in his mouth. It doesn't take me long to shoot into his throat as I make love to his limp cock and hairy balls with my lips and tongue.
We are both exhausted. I naturally want more with my hot professor, but I can tell that it wouldn't do to over-extend my stay. There should be some more things to do with him later on future occasions.
I dress, still sweaty and sticky and smelling of sex, gulp down the rest of the drink, which has warmed up by now, pick up my Winstons, and kiss him goodnight.
Walking back to my place, around 20 minutes away, I wonder: What has just happened this evening?
Have I really, actually fucked my professor? Junior is hard inside my sweatpants. Yes. He has done a good job and I have succeeded in leaving my professor satiated, fucked, and spent. I also wonder: How will class be tomorrow? How will our reactions to each other change? Will anyone notice?
Hmmm... I will just have to wait and see, won't I?