“I wish I had chosen English as my major,” he looked at me and smiled a smile of regret.
I drew on my cigarette and my heart raced. This was the first time he talked to me directly since I first spotted him some two weeks ago in the smoking area near my office.
“What is you major?” I quickly found my voice and asked.
“Marketing,” he said, looking down at the floor as he fished for his packet of cigarettes.
I followed his look lingering on the pronounced bulge inside his low-hanging jeans. My heart flipped.
But how could I be turned on by a kid? I am a college professor and could very well be his professor if he had majored in English.
I stubbed out my cigarette and quickly decided to leave before instinct grabbed me and I lost control and grabbed him! Right in his oh-so-sexy crotch!
“You can always change majors,” I said as I turned to walk back to my office.
There were many extremely attractive male students on campus. Up till the beginning of this semester, after so many years of college teaching, I had never hungered after any one of them, not really, not hunger. Desire? Yes, often. But not like this.
Until the beginning of this semester, that is. Until I saw this boy. I didn’t know his name yet, but I felt that if I had been his age I would have tried the impossible to get into his pants, gay or not.
Eventually, my “smoke breaks” became more frequent. I needed to see the kid, to know more about him. In fact, just seeing him was an elixir.
“Sir?” the kid came over to where I was standing, about two weeks after I had decided not to go after my lust and to leave the kid alone.
“Oh, hi,” I feigned disinterest, just like any other prof would do.
“How credible are online surveys?”
“Ah…,” I wasn’t expecting this. “Well, it really depends,” I used the typical prof cliché.
“You see, sir,” he continued. “I took this test online.”
“Yes?” I looked at his wide-set green eyes and my heart skipped a beat.
“It came out that I can get boys,” he said enigmatically in a much lower voice.
I looked around me to check if anyone was near enough to hear this.
“Get boys?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Yea,” he smiled. “The test said that I have ‘boy-sperm’.”
I laughed. I knew I shouldn’t have done so as soon as I saw the crestfallen look on the kid’s cute face. He had started a beard but what came out was cute fuzz.
“Listen, my boy,” I said condescendingly. “By the way, what’s your name?”
“Donald. Don. Ah… Donnie.”
“Listen, DonaldDonDonnie. Don’t believe everything on the net. A lot of it is junk. I don’t see how an online test could tell about your sperm.”
At that, I thought it wise to let things go since I started feeling stirrings in my balls. I reminded myself as to how not to get involved with a young student no matter what a god-stud he was. I said bye, turned and left, the image of his crotch filling my mind’s eye, the idea of his “boy-semen” reeling my imagination. I could almost taste it on my tongue as it would erupt from his “boy-dick”!
Back in the office, I already had developed an erection. I locked the door and masturbated. My load was the biggest I had ever had, some six or seven long squirts and countless short ones and drippings. I was totally exhausted. I wondered how many, if any, of my faculty colleagues masturbated in their offices after talking to a hot student.
A week later, I saw Don again, but this time he was with a girl. They were chatting and laughing and their body language told me that they were sweet on each other. As I sipped my coffee and puffed on my cigarette, I watched, filled with jealousy. It should be me there chatting with him. What right had she to butt in? It was ridiculous! I, the venerated college professor, jealous of a girl just out of her teens over a boy, himself just out of his teens, regardless of how cute.
Donnie must be straight, I told myself as I walked back to my office, feeling dejected and miserable. And angry… at myself, at the beautiful boy, at the world.
For three days in a row, there was no Don. It was to my surprise when on the fourth day I saw him saunter towards me in his lanky, sexy walk, his crotch deliciously outlining a bulge. I was wearing my sunglasses and I watched him drawing near as if in slow motion. His tight, low-hanging jeans outlining his dick as he took each step made my heart beat faster and my balls tingle.
“Hello, sir,” he greeted me with his killer smile.
I had been determined to be harsh with him, to send him off, but when I saw his smile I melted.
“Hello, ahhh… Don, right?” I made as if I barely remembered his name.
He nodded, his smile widening.
“So, Don, how goes your boy-sperm theory? Any chance of you testing this theory of yours? It would be interesting to know how!” I asked flippantly in spite of the serious tingling in my balls.
“You are making fun of me, sir,” he pouted.
Oh, how I yearned to suck on those pouting lips.
“Not at all,” I smiled. “I just am curious about that test.”
“But sir,” he said, “they ask about the kind of diet you eat and the physical exercises you do and …,” he hesitated, his eyes dropping down to the ground.
“And…?”
“Well, sir, they ask about how often you do it.”
“Do it?” I made it a point to be obtuse, already reeling from my imagination of what he was thinking about.
Don stepped closer, our bodies almost touching, and whispered, “How often I nut.”
“Oh, you mean how often you ejaculate,” I corrected, being the total nerd prof, but boiling inside.
He nodded, and I detected a blush under the fuzz.
“Well?” I prodded, feeling the heat emanating from the proximity of his young body.
“Pretty often, sir,” he mumbled, still looking down, still blushing.
I pictured him fisting his young cock and squirting strings of thick, creamy jizz onto the floor or the toilet or whatever, when in all rights it should be my open, hungry mouth as a recipient of his nectar.
“You must be quite popular with the girls on campus, then,” I said, stepping back from him because I was feeling the beginning of a decided erection inside my own pants.
His blush got deeper, from pink to red. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“No, sir. Never done it with a girl,” he said in a trembling whisper.
That came as a total surprise to me. A young, hot man, almost twenty years old—I had checked the registrar’s roster—and had never been laid?
My silence must have been telling for he raised his head, his eyes just beginning to tear, and mumbled, “I gotta go, sir. Have a class.”
Before he could move away, I held his arm lightly and said, “This is not the place to talk about such personal matters, Don. If you feel you want to talk, come to my office after 4 o’clock. I will have done with my classes and there won’t be any fear of interruption or any need to whisper.”
As soon as I let go of his arm, he slipped away, shoulders humped. My heart ached; my balls tingled.
As I left the smoking area, I was almost sure that that was the last time I would hear of Don. What a shame, I thought. I was really taken by the boy but I might have scared him off by telling him to come to the office. What a dunce! But I wondered about the boy’s celibacy. There must be a reason for this twenty-year-old kid never to have had sex. When I was his age, I had already been with a few girls and a couple of guys, and those had been different times, when the opportunity if getting laid had not been as easy as nowadays.
I had a strong hunch that Don would not appear at the door of my office at 4:00 on the following day. But I nevertheless waited anxiously. And… Don did not appear. Not that day, not for some few days after. I quit going to the smoking area and chose to smoke my cigarette outside the cafeteria where students usually crowded and mulled around. I would drink my coffee and smoke my cigarette and feast on all the eye candy around me, trying to get rid of Don’s hot presence from my head. Not once did I see Don. He had disappeared!
It must have been a week later. I was in the office, grading papers. There was a knock on the door. I looked up. Don!
“Excuse me, sir,” he sounded apologetic. “I meant to drop by earlier but I got a bit busy with exams and all.”
“Come in, Don.” I fought to control my voice.
He sat on the edge of the chair in front of my desk.
“I need to thank you, sir, for listening to me,” he mumbled, looking down.
“No problem, Don. That’s what I’m here for. What’s on your mind?”
“Our conversation out in the smoking area?” he continued, hesitating.
“Yes? What about it?”
“Well, sir, I told you that I had never done it? Not with a girl, not with anyone.”
“Still a virgin, huh? Keeping it for the right one?”
He looked up at me, staring at me with his intense eyes. “Sir, you are doing it again, making fun of me.”
“Oh, not at all, Don.”
I rose from behind my desk and went to the door, closed it, stepped back, and put my hand on his shoulder. I could feel his body shaking. He turned his head and looked at me.
“Sir, can I be candid?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice, and he continued: “I do it myself. Every day. Sometimes more than once. I wake up in the morning and I’m rock hard. I can’t help myself. I keep worrying about losing so much of my sperm that I wouldn’t have much left.”
My God, the innocence of the boy! How could I be contemplating turning him gay? Reluctantly, I went back to my chair behind the desk.
“You know, Don, your body builds up a full load of sperm within 24 hours of ejaculation. You can ejaculate two, three, four times, as many times as you can keep it up and hard, and 24 hours later, your balls are full and ready to go.”
His eyes were wide open as he listened to me. I felt like such a heel that I would use my age, status and experience to try to lure the boy.
“I’m hard now, sir,” he mumbled.
“Well, Don,” I shivered all over at the thought of his young erection, a couple of meters away, but I managed to keep my control. I thought I should jump and gulp down his hardness at one go. But I just held back, not out of lack of lust for him, but out of my concern about the effects of traumatizing him. I cleared my throat and willed my heart to slow down. “Why don’t you run over to the bathroom and release it, relieve yourself?” I told him, discerning a slight shiver in my voice.
“You talk about this as if it is all normal and natural. I bet you don’t do it.”
I smiled. “It is normal and natural… and I do.”
Don stared at me for a moment, his beautiful eyes wide.
“I have to go,” he said hastily and stood up, his erection very visible inside his jeans, a long, thick rod of young man meat. He grabbed his crotch and I almost fainted. But he turned and hurried out of the office, covering his front with his satchel.
I sat at my desk, mesmerized, my own erection hurting me. I didn’t know what to do, was totally at a loss of how to handle the kid without hurting him, without exposing myself to the whole college. He’d been sitting there, a few minutes ago, less than two meters away, with an erection! I locked the door and jerked off, shooting another volcano load.
The next day, Don appeared at my door.
“I’m sorry, sir, about the way I left yesterday,” he said, his eyes cast down.
“That’s ok, Don. I understand. Come in.”
He looked delicious and I was starting to feel delirious.
I had contemplated about this situation right after Don left my office so abruptly yesterday, his erection bulging. I had bet that he headed straight to the bathroom and jerked off. I wished I’d been there with him, stroking him, feeling the throbbing of his young manhood in the palm of my hand, listening to his throaty moans as he got closer to the edge.
But there was nothing really wrong with my lusting after the kid, I had considered. After all, there was Donald Trump, his wife beside him, at least thirty years younger, and everyone accepted that. So what if Don and I had thirty years or so between us? Why was it permitted for men like Trump to waltz around with a younger woman? I wasn’t molesting a child or anything like that. Don was an adult.
I knew that I was just justifying my desires for the boy. But, then again, I wasn’t doing anything criminal if we had some fun, was I?
Don came in and sat on the edge of the chair, bouncing his knee up and down nervously.
“Relax, Don,” I smiled. “There is no need for you to be nervous. It’s perfectly natural for a young man like you, hot blooded and all, to experience erections as often as you do.”
“You noticed,” he mumbled, not a question, but a statement of fact.
“It was very difficult not to notice, Don,” I retorted with the hint of a smirk on my face.
“But sir,” he looked up at me, “it was rude of me and I couldn’t help it.”
“Not rude,” I corrected. “Actually, it was cute.”
“Cute? My… ah… my… you know,” he looked down at his crotch and then back at me, “my manhood looked cute to you, sir?”
I kept the smile and adjusted the way I am sitting since I started to develop an erection of my own.
“I thought you looked cute, embarrassed about it in front of me. But your manhood, as you call your dick, would look quite different if it weren’t hidden inside your jeans.”
There was silence. I had used the word “dick”. I had intimated that I might be interested in seeing his hard cock in the flesh. I was in a place beyond turning back.
“Close the door, Don, please,” I said, my voice starting to turn husky.
Don did, turning the lock. Instead of returning to his chair, he walked toward me, behind the desk. With shaking hands, he undid his jeans buttons and pulled them down. I inhaled. Don’s manhood was definitely manly pressed sideways almost to his hip inside his tight boxer briefs. Slowly, he pulled the briefs down to drop around his ankles on top of the jeans.
Gazing at the erected cock, I estimated at least seven inches of beautiful cut man-meat, encircled by a curly and thick crown of hair. The cock erected up at an angle with fuzzy balls hanging deliciously under it.
Don stood right in front of me, his erection staring at my face.
“Now cute?” he said. I detected a smile on the boy’s face in spite of his shaking hands.
I reached for his cock and fisted it, looking up at his eyes.
Don’s eyes were closed, however, his head raised up, his lightly bearded chin and neck exposed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I spit some into the palm of my hand and stroked him gently and he started to emit moans. Four or five strokes later, he jizzed into my hand, spurting an explosion of young “boy-sperm.” I reached for some tissues and wiped off the cum. Slowly, he pulled up his briefs, tucked in his beautiful young cock and balls, then his jeans, and returned to his seat.
“Thank you, sir,” he said.
“You’re welcome, Don. Was this better than what you did yesterday in the bathroom after you left my office?”
He looked straight into my eyes and nodded. I could detect a slight shiver of his lower lip.
“Can I come again tomorrow?” he finally asked.
“Don, you can come here anytime you like,” I said with a smile, licking my lower lip.
If my hand brought him to orgasm after five strokes, I wondered how fast he would shoot a load when my lips pressed around his dick.
And again he came, right on the dot, at 4 o’clock the next day, a look of anticipation all over his cute face, wearing a pair of loose shorts instead of the low-hanging jeans. He locked the door and walked straight towards me, pulling down his shorts, already erect.
Tentatively, I held his cock in the palm of my hand, feeling it throbbing. Tentatively, I leaned over and placed my lips on its head, looking up at his face. Don automatically arched his back and lifted his neck upwards and backwards. I could see his Adam’s apple bobbing again as my lips pressed around the knobby head and my tongue started licking around it.
I knew that there was no way I could swallow his entire young rod. I went halfway down the shaft, wrapping my hand around the lower half as a stopper, since Don began thrusting. Realizing that this must be his first blowjob, I wanted to make it an unforgettable experience. I wanted him to keep coming back for more… and more.
As I sucked the beautiful boy “manhood”, I felt Don’s hand reaching down to my chest. He rubbed gently on my shirt, feeling for the nipples. I used my free hand to unbutton my shirt. Immediately, he slid his hand onto my bare hairy chest, sending shivers throughout my body. I desperately wanted to fish out my aching erection and stroke it, but I was afraid that I might gross him out. My sucking tempo was slow. I didn’t want him to cum fast like he had done the day before.
Don found one of my nipples. He moaned. Suddenly, he squeezed the nipple hard between his two fingers. I automatically bit lightly on his cock shaft. He immediately responded by letting go of my nipple. Both of us came to the unspoken understanding that pain was not part of the equation. He hurt me, I could hurt him. I continued sucking, increasing my tempo, trying to swallow more of his shaft as he fondled one nipple then the other then playing with my chest hair patch, making sure that he didn’t pinch a nipple or pull on the hairs. I heard him murmur.
“Oh, God, sir, yes, please suck me. Deeper, sir. More. Sir, I love your chest hair. Sir, oh yes, please. Oh, fucking amazing, oh fuck SIR!”
And he shot his load into my mouth. No warning. Just a low and deep grunt, a swelling of the steel rod, and his young seed burst into my mouth.
Not wanting him to feel too bad about filling my mouth without warning me first, I pulled away, receiving the rest of his squirts on my face and hand. He stood there, all muscles taut, his hand still in my chest hair, squirting cum, a full, thick, creamy load.
Finally he wound down to a trickle. I licked the last drop that I squeezed out of the slit of his cock, which was still hard. Then, I moved away, and pulling out tissues, I cleaned him and my face. As much as I desired swallowing his young sperm and keeping on sucking on his still-erect cock, I refrained. This was a first time for him. I wanted to initiate him slowly, step by step. There was enough time for deepening his experiences.
“Sorry, sir, for not warning you. I just couldn’t hold back,” Don said apologetically, still out of breath as he settled himself in the chair in front of my desk without pulling up his shorts. “It was amazing, sir,” he panted, sweat droplets on his forehead.
His cock still angled upward. I had to force myself from jumping up, pulling down my pants and riding this beautiful manhood, burying him inside my body. I licked my lips, tasting the remains of his cum, salty.
“I enjoyed it, Don,” I said.
“How does it taste, sir?” he asked, a smile on his face, now turning to naughty, as he watched me licking the remnant of his young cum.
“As if you haven’t tasted it before,” I teased.
He laughed. “You are right. I have. And you are always right, sir. Thank you.”
“No need for thanks, my boy. We both had a good time.”
“But, sir, you didn’t get off. That’s not fair.”
“Never mind about that, Don. There will come a time when I will get off, preferably with you around.”
“Can I come tomorrow?”
“I told you before. The door is open for you anytime, if you promise to lock once you enter.”
He laughed. “You’re so funny, sir. I never imagined… never thought…”
“That I would suck your cock?” I asked bluntly, still tasting his juice on my tongue.
He nodded. Blushed!
“I loved the way you sucked my cock,” he was now encouraged enough to actually say the word “cock.” “I love your chest hair. Sir, I would love to see you naked.”
“You will, my boy,” I took a deep breath.
Before Don left, I pulled him in to me.
“Have a taste of your cum,” I said as I brought my lips to his and inserted my tongue inside his mouth. He sucked and moaned. He glued himself onto me and his throbbing cock pressed on my thigh as he sucked on my probing tongue. I was on a high.
Will 4 o’clock the following day come soon enough? I was fairly certain by then that Don would be back. What he desired more than receiving a blowjob, I had no idea. But I was pretty sure about what I desired.
My office felt very empty after Don had left. There was emptiness inside me also. It couldn’t be the case that a quick blowjob would have this effect on me. It was true that I had invested quite a long time in reeling Don in. I had many reservations and hesitations. But it was worth it, of course. The salty taste on my tongue emphasized this. My lips were still tingling from the kiss. But I needed more. Could Don fill this emptiness in me? A young kid like that?
Sure enough, though, Don was at my office door the next day promptly at 4 o’clock. I noticed a change in him, in his smile, in his comportment, in his general attitude. His timidity had turned to cockiness! The kid was back for sex! The kid was horny and wanted his cock sucked.
“So, sir,” he greeted me as he walked in and locked the door behind him. “Am I going to see you naked?”
Oh, God! He wanted to see me naked. But I played coy.
“I’d rather you got naked for me, Don.”
“But you’ve already seen my dick,” he said, and quickly added with a smirk, “and sucked it, too.”
“Come here,” I ordered, unbuttoning my pants.
I wasn’t hard yet. But my balls were tingling. By the time he reached me, I had already fished out my semi-hard dick for him. He gazed down at my crotch, and I strangely felt embarrassed. So, ok, I wasn’t hung like him. My dick is barely over 5.5 inches. But it had served me quite well and I had never had any reason to complain.
“It’s small,” Don whispered.
That didn’t help matters at all. My dick sort of shrunk back to its flaccid state. I stuffed it back inside my pants.
Don didn’t waste time. He had his dick out, hard and throbbing and almost prodding my face.
“Suck my hard cock,” he said, looking down at me, and then he quickly added, “sir,” blushing sweetly. He hadn’t yet mastered being totally cocky with me.
I sucked his cock. He filled my mouth. I swallowed his sperm. He pulled up his shorts and sucked the remains of his cum off my tongue. And then he left.
What? Was I becoming Don’s cum dump? Was he going to give me my daily 4 o’clock feeding? I felt so used, exhilarated, but used. I was determined to break the routine if Don decided to pay me another visit after we came back from the weekend on Monday.
Throughout the weekend, I contemplated my status with Don. His visits to my office were turning into a ritual of release for him, but a cause of consternation for me. I still could not figure out if the kid liked me sexually or if he just wanted my mouth to dump his nuts.
Was the kid gay? Or at least bisexual? I just couldn’t tell. There were many straight men who didn’t think of a blowjob by another man as gay. Was Don like that? Perhaps the kid only needed a mouth to dump his seed into. I couldn’t fathom the fact that a handsome young stud like Don would want to have a real sexual relationship with faded old me. Or would he? He asked to see me naked. Surely if he’d been straight and just looking for a blowjob, he wouldn’t have asked. Pehaps, curious? A strong possibility. He was fascinated by my chest hair and my nipples. I could work with that. I could turn his curiosity into something more.
But what was quite disturbing for me was the other possibility: that I might be leading an innocent, straight, but horny boy down a path that was against his nature. I researched the topic of turning straight men into homosexuals. The literature wasn’t very conclusive.
I had a dilemma to deal with come Monday. I decided to try another track with Don. I had to find out if he had any feelings for me or if he was just driven by the lust of youth, regardless of who the recipient was.
Similar to what had become a routine at 4 o’clock on a week day, Don appeared in my office on Monday, ready. Instead of waiting for him to come over, pull down his shorts and offer me his cock to suck, I stood up and met him halfway. Reaching him, I pulled him to me and planted a kiss on his lips.
“Whoa, sir,” he exclaimed pulling back.
“Upset?” I said in a hoarse voice, shaken by the feel of his lips on mine, the taste of his young mouth.
Don turned away and sat on the chair facing my desk. I could see that he kept his erection. Had I crossed the line? Had my kiss turned him off? Well, not by the bulge stretching his shorts, it hadn’t.
I approached him, with some trepidation. Don looked up to meet my eyes, then down at my crotch, which also bulged. He reached over with his hand and touched the bulge inside my pants. Slowly, I moved back.
“Do you really want to do this?” I asked, my body shivering.
“Touch your cock, sir?” he asked back, a smile beginning to form across his pretty face.
“Yes.”
“Well,” he said. I detected some hesitation in his voice. He continued: “Your body turns me on, sir. I mean I like girls. I like to touch them, their lips, their tits… but I like to touch you too, sir.”
“But, Don, girls don’t have dicks,” I said, stating the obvious but needing to make sure.
He laughed. “I know that, sir. Maybe I am still not experienced like you, but I realize that girls don’t have dicks.”
“So?” I prodded.
He responded by standing up, taking one step to reach me, pressing his body against mine, and leaning in for a kiss. Not the sucking-the-tongue-to-taste-his-cum kiss, but an emotional kiss.
“Does this answer your question, sir?” he whispered in my ear.
I wrapped my arms around his young, slim waist and kissed him back, my tongue probing inside his mouth. He sucked on my lower lip as he grinded his body on me. Our erections pressed against each other, and I felt that he did have a strong desire for me, not just my mouth wrapped around his cock, but my body against his.
I slipped one hand under his shorts waist band, cupping his butt. It was firm and muscled and bubbled, just as I had fantasized it to be so many times before. He moaned into my mouth and pressed harder on me, his hands on the back of my neck. I could feel his lean body tremble against mine.
I didn’t dare reach for his crack, not yet. I definitely didn’t want to scare him off. Instead, keeping my grip on his butt cheek, I slipped my other hand under his front, between our bodies and fisted his throbbing cock.
Our kiss, my hands full with his butt and erection, his hands pressing on the back of my head, seemed to last forever. I never wanted it to end. I pushed him against the desk and pulled down his shorts, and in one gulp took him into my mouth, squatting between his muscled legs. He bucked, moaned, inhaled. I sucked hungrily, my hands massaging his smooth chiseled chest down to his hairy thighs.
I let go of his pulsating cock and licked up his chest as he pulled off his sweatshirt. Then I unbuckled my pants and slid them down along with my undershorts. Sliding up his body, I found his mouth and my hardness pressed on his. We kissed. Ever so slowly I turned around.
“Oh, my God,” Don hissed. “God, Jesus… oh my God, sir. Oh, Jesus,” he kept repeating as I felt him pressing his wet cock against my butt.
I grinded on him. It took only a couple of minutes for me to feel hot wetness on my lower back. He had cummed. Shit! The kid cummed just by rubbing on my ass.
Don held me by the waist and kept on sliding his cock up and down my upper crack and lower back as more semen squirted from him and onto me. I stroked my aching cock and soon ejaculated in front of me onto the floor of my office.
With a groan, I turned around to face him. Our two cocks glued to each other with man semen as we kissed.
Exhausted, we slumped down on chairs, stupid smiles on our faces.
“You turned around for me, sir,” he said.
“Yes, I did, Don,” I smiled at him.
“I wanted…” he stammered, “to… I wanted, sir… to… to… oh God to fuck you.”
My heart thundered. My ass muscle twitched and squeezed. My mouth went dry. I couldn’t find anything to say to that. What would you say when a young hunk of a boy said he wanted to fuck your old ass? I was flabbergasted. Don was still hard. He was stroking his amazing dick, now slimy with our loads.
Without hesitation, I stood up, tried to take the few steps between us with my pants and shorts around my ankles, and strode his crotch, facing him. His cockhead buried inside my crack. I reached under my balls and guided him to my hole. The cum made it not so difficult for him to penetrate. I bit on my lower lip to stifle the groan of being stretched. Placing both hands on his hairy thighs, I pressed down until he was totally inside me. And I rode him. Hard. My cock bobbed up and down, my balls slammed on his pubes, my hands squeezed his thighs. He held me by my waist, licking my chest, moaning, shaking and quivering, his eyes squeezed shut, until with a shudder he exploded inside me.
“Oh God! God! Cumming! I’m oh God fucking cumming, sir, oh yea, fuck, sir, shitshit, more, squeeze on my cock, sir,” he kept repeating as his boy jizz filled me.
I held his head with my two hands and kissed him deep as his boy cock flexed inside me. He was barely able to breathe but he sucked on my face hungrily.
Finally, I slid off his amazing cock, my ass on fire, starting to ooze “boy-sperm.” I reached for the tissues and tried my best to clean myself. I looked at Don. He was still lying on the chair, beautifully naked, his smooth chest shiny with sweat and heaving with quick breaths. His cock plastered on his belly, covered with cum. There was still a drop of cum right at his cock slit. His eyes were closed tight. I leaned over and licked the last drop off his cock and then kissed his sweet lips, my hand fisting his still-throbbing cock, feeling the vigor of his youth. Delicious!
There. I had done it. I had gotten Don, barely twenty years old, a student, to fuck me in my office. My next thought was alarming: Now what?
I pulled up my under shorts and pants and slumped down in my chair. I was still breathing hard trying to control my heart beats. My sore rim muscle squeezed with hunger for this boy. I ached for him to be my lover, my real lover, not just a fuck in the office. Would that happen? I doubted it. He had a life, a full life ahead of him, full with girls and pussy. What was I? An old fuck? Yes, that was what I felt like. I wanted to cry, no, to scream at the injustice of it. All the while, Don leaned back in the chair in front of me, so naked, so beautiful, so young.
“Thank you, sir,” Don suddenly said, straightening, bringing me back from my reveries. “Thank you for giving me my first lustful kiss, my first blowjob, and… my very first fuck.”
“I could say thank you for letting me suck your cock, Don, and for fucking me, but I won’t,” I answered. “Because I want to do it again and again and again and again.”
I sounded desperate, but I couldn’t care less.
He smiled. “You know, sir? I will fuck you again and again and again. You can count on it.”
“Now that you have done it, do you really want to repeat it?”
“Oh, yes, sir. Next time I will ride you. I want to drive inside you. You controlled the first fucking. It felt as if you were fucking me. I, sir, will control the second…” he smiled, “…and the third… and…”
I wished he would stop calling me “sir,” but I sort of liked it in some weird way. It kept us where we should be: professor and student. I didn’t want that to change. We couldn’t be lovers, not really, and that suited me fine. As long as he was there, naked, available, I was satisfied.
“Tomorrow at 4?” I smiled.
“Should I get some condoms?” he asked.
“I guess it’s too late for that, Don,” I said, still feeling his sliminess inside my crack. “Your boy-sperm is already inside me.”
Laughing, he said, “Even after I fuck you, you can still make fun of me. I like that, sir.”
With that, he dressed and headed for the door, unlocking it. Before opening the door, he looked at me and whispered: “Sir, I love you, sir.” And he left.
Damn! He had to say the “l-word”! I was numb. Love? No fucking way.
But I did love him, I realized with a start. I had been attracted to him for so long. I had fantasized about seeing him naked, about grabbing his boy cock and stroking it, about kneeling in front of him and sucking his boy juice, about getting on all fours and submitting to his riding my ass.
But I missed him from one 4 o’clock to the next. My heart beat crazily every time I laid my eyes on him. I would want him 24 hours over 7. I desired for him to be beside me, on top of me, under me, inside me. Why was I thinking of this as wrong? Why was I fighting it? Why didn’t I just let it be, just enjoyed it while it lasted.
I had no idea how my relationship with Don would evolve. I was too deep in it already. The boy had fucked me, for Christ’s sake! I had fantasized and fantasized, and now that it had become real, why was I so hesitant, so unsure? Our ages? Our status? Who gave a fuck about all of that? He had said he loved me. I knew that I loved him also. So? What would my colleagues say? What, for heaven’s sake, would his parents and his friends say?
During the weekend, I rented a studio apartment at some distance from campus. I wanted Don in the comfort of total privacy instead of in my office, where I kept trying to stifle my moans and groans. It was about time we elevated fucking to making love. I so looked forward to it.
“Nice,” Don said as I drove him to our new love nest and we entered the studio.
“Just nice?” I asked, holding him around the waist, my crotch pressed against his bubble butt.
“Well, yes, sir,” he said jokingly. “It would be nicer if we take our clothes off,” he pressed back onto me. I shuddered and licked the back of his neck. The boy was definitely getting cockier, more sure of himself and his sexuality, more geared up.
But before we could go any further, I thought that now was the time to define what our relationship was going to be like.
“Don, let’s sit and talk,” I said as I guided him to the couch.
“What is it, sir? Change of mind?” Don asked, grabbing his crotch, a leery smile on his cute face.
“Just that we need to talk for a while,” I explained.
“But sir, you haven’t rented this studio just for us to talk. I think that you rented this studio so that we can fuck!”
I saw on Don’s face this deliciously innocent and inquisitive look, turning lustful.
“I know that the age difference is not an issue with you, Don,” I started, sitting next to him, placing my hand on his thigh.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and leaned to lick the side of my neck. My whole body shivered, but I persisted.
“But I think that it is important that we both agree to what we are for each other,” I continued.
“You are not going to start lecturing me now, sir, are you?” he said teasingly as he nibbled on my ear, setting me on fire. “But if lecturing makes you excited, then go ahead while I prepare to fuck you.”
“Come on, stop this, Don, please. Just for a minute, ok?” My voice was beginning to get husky under the kid’s ministrations.
“Ok. Ok,” he said as he moved away, which I so regretted. “What is it?”
I hesitated. “Up till now, Don,” I said, staring into his beautiful eyes, trying to maintain my concentration, “I have been servicing your dick.”
“But sir, I would love to serve your dick, too,” he interrupted, placing his hand on my crotch and kneading.
“It’s not that,” I said, moving my own hand over towards his crotch, so inviting. “I have loved doing what we have been doing.”
“Like sucking my cock and having me fuck you?” he teased, again, squeezing my dick.
“So I’ve sucked your cock and so I have taken your cock up my ass. Are you fucking happy? Now listen!” I admonished.
He stared at me, still smiling, and he reached down and took my snaking hand and started rubbing his crotch with it. His cock throbbed insistently under my palm.
“You told me the last time that you loved me,” I continued, my nerves tingling.
“I do,” he said, pressing his hand onto mine.
“Well, Don, you also told me some time ago that you have never done it with anyone else. So how can you say whether you love me or not? How can you tell?”
“I can tell, sir,” he said, trying to be convincing. “I may not be experienced, but what you have given me is the fullest satisfaction and admiration that I have ever received from anyone.”
“But what about girls?” I insisted.
He laughed: “Girls? They are bitches. You know, sir? Every time I got close to a girl, even without having any sex, she would start to become demanding and clutching. I always felt hard to breathe. With you, I am relaxed. You don’t demand anything from me. You have given me everything without making me feel anxious or uneasy. You, sir, are my dream come true. I think of you all the time. I get hard whenever I close my eyes and picture you sucking on my cock. I almost shoot a load when I recall the sensations I got when I entered you. You, sir, are the best.”
Don took in a deep breath. That was the longest speech he had made up till now, surprising me by its seriousness and maturity, as well as by its apparent lust for me.
“Talk about lectures.” It was my turn to tease as my hand massaged his beautiful erection.
“I haven’t finished,” Don continued, with a decided tremor in his voice. “I must confess to you, sir, that the first time you sucked my cock and I jizzed in your mouth? I felt so guilty then. I mean, sir, what was I thinking? Giving myself to you like that? I went home and I cried.”
I bent forward and kissed him, unable to say anything, a huge lump in my throat.
“I cried, sir,” Don went on, a tear gleaming in the corner of his left eye. “I cried but I also developed a boner. I stroked and cummed with your image sucking my cock so vivid and so exciting in my mind. My friends keep talking about faggots and cocksuckers and they sound so disgusted, but even through my guilt, I felt exhilarated. Can it all be wrong with a fantastic person as you wanting to suck my cock?”
“Don, my boy,” I managed to say. “I can’t admit that what we did is the normal thing approved by all. But I can assure you that the feelings we have are never wrong. You lust for me as I lust for you. If anyone is to feel any guilt, it should be me.”
“I don’t feel any guilt now, sir. I feel that I need to be with you and you only. I need for us to stay together, for me to fuck you forever.”
“Oh, Don, how I wish that were true,” I sighed.
“Now can I fuck you?” he joked, humping my hand. “You loved it, didn’t you, sir? You loved me inside you. You loved my cock buried deep in your body and my dumping my nuts into you.”
“Shut up. Don’t be so crude.” I slapped him lightly, playfully.
We hastily undressed. It was the first time we see each other totally naked. What I saw was a god. I wouldn’t even attempt at describing Don’s nakedness. All I could say was that what I saw was glorious. The boy stood slim and beautiful in front of me. His smooth chest with the light patch in the middle was silky and gleaming with the health of youth. His cock majestically pointed upwards, his fuzzy balls hanging low. His muscled thighs supported his incredible physique with masculine potency.
Don studied my naked body, too, and I was apprehensive. There was no comparison at all between our two bodies. But he reached out and ran his hand all over my hairy chest. He loved to do that since he didn’t have much chest hair himself.
“You’re so manly, sir,” he said, licking his lip.
We kissed. Don was full of lust, of youth, of vitality. I could barely keep up with him. When I took him into my mouth, he thrust and bucked and moaned, his cock invading my throat. He held onto my thinning hair and fucked my face as I knelt in front of him, unashamedly nursing on his manhood.
When I turned around for him, he entered me without hesitation. Although as yet inexperienced, and although, generally speaking, penetrating ass was pretty hard to do, and although Don’s tool was no joke, the kid penetrated me with a natural gift, as if he had been fucking ass for years. His cock and my fuck tunnel were the perfect fit.
Don slid deep into me, clutching my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, his lips on my neck, nibbling and biting, his hot breaths burning my skin. I felt his cock prodding my insides, pushing deeper and deeper. The way he filled me was nowhere near any fucking session that I had had before. I could feel his taut muscles as he drove into me, his young energy all over me. I marveled at the strength of his thrusts and I wondered whether fucking had been that powerful when I was younger. His youth was forcing itself into my older body, invigorating me.
When Don spilled his sperm inside me, I felt ten years younger. This fountain of youth emptied his nuts into my body. Shuddering, I exploded without even touching myself. I squirted all over myself and the couch under me as his cock pulsated inside me. I burned. I was on fire.
And so it was with Don and me. Every day at 4 o’clock, there would be a blowjob session in my office, and in the evening, a hard fucking session in the studio apartment. Strangely enough, Don took the top role, which was fine by me. He would sometimes stroke me to ejaculation as he fucked me. Most of the time, I serviced myself.
The rest of the semester was full of sex for me and for Don. I told him that he could go on and date girls, experience straight sex. I had thought that it was a good idea for me to clear my conscience and make sure that my Don had options.
“I met this girl, sir,” Don confessed to me one day after we fucked and lay next to each other on our backs, spent and sweaty.
My heart raced and ached. But why should I complain? It was I who kept telling him to try something different.
“It was at Fred’s birthday party. You know Fred, sir. He’s in your English class.”
“Yes, Don, I know Fred,” I said, impatient to hear more.
“Well, sir, this girl, Stephanie, she came on to me pretty hard. I had had a couple of drinks and was feeling horny. To tell you the truth, sir, I was thinking about you and how fantastic it would have been if you’d been there at the party with me wrapping my arm around your waist.”
“Really?” I said to keep the conversation going.
“Oh yea, and it gave me a boner. Anyways, one thing led to another and we ended up in Fred’s bedroom, Stephanie and me.”
That was it for me. I just couldn’t bear to hear anymore. “Ok. Ok, Don. That’s enough of your sexual conquests.” I detected some jealousy in my tone and Don must have felt it too, for he laughed and kissed me on the lips.
“Oh, sir, you are my man. You are the best. No other man or girl will ever take your place in my heart… or under my cock,” he added mischievously.
I couldn’t help but laugh at that vulgarity. But as much as I dreaded what he was going to tell me, I needed to hear the rest, a kind of self-flagellation, so to speak.
“We kissed and I undressed her, sir. Stephanie was all ready to go all the way and I’d heard that she was no virgin. Her tits were huge, like melons.” Don snickered. “She tried to suck my dick, sir. But she did it only to please me. It didn’t feel as good as when you do it, sir. Really. You suck because you love it, and that makes it so much more intense.”
“I do love it, Don. I love to suck your cock for you,” I assured him.
“I know, sir. Look I’m already hard.” He fisted his young rod.
“Because of remembering Stephanie’s boobs?” I asked, being masochistic.
“No, no, no, because my cock wants your mouth… and your ass,” he snickered more.
“And so?” I spurred him on.
“And I couldn’t get it up, sir.”
“What?” I asked incredulously. “Don, your dick erects even if a mouse darts by!”
He snickered but continued: “She sucked and sucked but my cock wouldn’t respond. After a few minutes we gave up. I felt bad. Very bad. Maybe it was the alcohol. At least that’s what Stephanie said. But I knew better. It was you, sir. I wanted you. I was lying naked with a beautiful girl who was ready to fuck, but all I thought about was you, was your hot body, was your tight ass, was your amazing love.”
Don kept repeating that he loved me, and that no girl or any other man would give him the satisfaction he got from me, whether physical or emotional. He turned me around on my side and spooned me. I felt like jelly in his arms. I could feel his hardness sliding inside my crack. His youth scorched my back and I gave myself to him, body and soul. It didn’t take him too long to enter me, and we fucked with an unusual intensity that made me almost lose consciousness. It was not just the youthful thrusting of Don’s hard cock; it was the paramount ecstasy of our lovemaking.
My days are spent in anticipation of my Don. I have fantasized for a very long time. I have lusted after all those young studs on campus. My fantasies have taken me into amazing worlds, but they have remained in the realms of unreality. Until Don.
I have put on the line my status, my job, my reputation.
But, who am I to complain? My fantasies have finally come true.
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