Another Hole

With my degree in hand, I walked back to the office I shared with two other grad students. My black robes swished as I made my way down the sidewalk. I’d been fortunate. My thesis was accepted after my first defense, and I had a job lined up for the fall. I had one class to teach during the first summer session, and I was done. I wanted to grab a book from my desk, and then I planned to head back to my room for some relaxation.

Most of the rest of the guys in the dorm were cramming for finals, so I figured at least one of them would be stress enough to be an easy target for a quick fuck before I read myself to sleep. I ran a picture list of faces through my mind of whom I should target first. I’d narrowed the field down when I found myself in front of my office door. I was always amazed at how I could walk from one place to another on campus without paying any attention to where I was going. I remembered an early psych class that called it automaticity. It fascinated me then, but I realized all of the research was anecdotal.

Anyway, I unlocked the door and entered the dimly lit room. My desk was near the shaded window, and there was enough light peeking through to see the book I wanted. I grabbed it and was a few steps from my desk when the door opened, and Alec Carter stepped into the room.

“Congratulations, Jacob. We’re official colleagues, now.”

“Thanks.” Several thoughts ran through my mind. He seemed to know I was here, and even in the dark, I could tell how hot he was. I hated sitting for his lecture. He was as boring as shit, but he was attractive and had a great body. He was off-limits. Students and teachers should never mix. But we were both teachers now.

I stood without moving.

“You’re not my student anymore,” he whispered.

I felt my heart thump louder, and my dick started to swell. “But you’re just as hot as always.”

He took a step closer. “I’ve always thought the same about you.”

“And I’ve wanted to fuck your cute ass since the first time you turned around to write on the board.” The image formed in my mind. “Every time you wrote on the board, my dick would get hard.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He stepped forward and kissed me hard and reached down. He moved the robe out of the way and found my semi-hard cock. “I want you to fuck me with this.”

“Not here.”

“I want it now,” he told me.

“My room’s not far, and it’s private.”

He pulled at my dick.

“We can have a quick fuck, and if you want, you can stay awhile, and we can have another slow fuck.” I don’t know why I said that. I wanted a quick one, and then I wanted him to leave, but I did want to fuck him--the man who had been off-limits for the past four years. So I said what I needed to say to get him onto my bed.

I put my lips next to his ear. I licked it and whispered, “I want you so bad.”

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.” He kissed me again. “Shit, I wanted this for so long.”

I led him out the door and locked it. We power walked across campus. Our robes flowing behind us. The distance to my room seemed to double relative to my increased desire to poke that cute ass.

I had no sooner closed the door to my room than he attacked my lips again. He had a really strong tongue. I wasn’t usually into the kissing part, but he was good at it. He was one horny fucker. I couldn’t believe how quickly he was down to his underwear.

He was also one hot dude. Just the right amount of hair. He could have been a model. His dick was pushing out in his underwear. It seemed to be a nice size, not that it mattered. I wasn’t about to suck it, and he wasn’t going to fuck me with it. I started to consider how I might fuck him without taking them off. I could try to rip a hole in them and fuck him through it. But if he leaked lube on his way home, his pants could be ruined. I considered pushing them to his knees and then holding his knees against his chest and controlling them with the underwear. I’d never tried that; it might be fun; we’ll see.

“Get your fucking clothes off so I can see that body of yours,” he demanded.

“Watch your fucking language around me. You don’t want to offend me,” I said as I slipped out of the robe and removed my shirt.

“Beautiful.” He started to suck on my nipples. I wasn’t into that. All I could think about was slamming his hole. I pushed him back until his calves were against the edge of the bed.  

I kicked off my shoes and pulled my pants and underwear down in one motion. My dick popped out straight and hard. I grabbed my lube and a rubber. I put the condom on, and I began to lubricate it.

“Don’t you want me to suck you first?”

I pushed him back. He toppled onto the bed. I pulled his underwear to his knees and twisted them. Once his knees were together, I pushed them toward his chest. “Hold your hands around your legs.” His hole looked like a little slit between two plump ass cheeks. I felt my dick harden even more. I wasn’t sure how that was possible. My desire to fuck him increased a notch. I got on my knees close to his ass, and I pushed my cock into him.

“Oh! Fuck!” he gasped. “Shit, that hurts.”

I gave him my standard response. “You wanted me to fuck you; it starts with my dick going in your ass. You want me to quit? You want to go home?”

“No. No. Just let me catch my breath.”

“I can take it out.”

“No. I just need a minute.”

“I’m taking it out.” I pulled my dick out.

“Oh, shit. No, put it back. I want it.”

“Make up your mind.” I was secretly grinning. I shoved my cock back in.

He gasped. “It’s so big.”

“No,” I told him. “It’s not. It’s just that you’re such a tight ass.”

“Ha. Ha. You’re so funny. Just fuck me, asshole.”

“I am fucking your asshole.” I began to fuck him. Slowly at first. I didn’t want him to cry, but I soon picked up speed. He was tight. It felt really good. He began to get into the rhythm of it. I changed my angle, and he began to moan.

“Oh, hell yeah. That’s good. Oh, fuck, I’m coming. Oh.” He clamped his ass tight and shot his load onto the back of his calves. Watching that happen triggered me to come. I rammed in hard and deep and came.

I pulled out. He rolled onto his side as he straightened his legs. He collected his come with his hand and sucked it into his mouth. “I love the taste of my come.”

“I tried it once,” I said. “Didn’t like it.”

“What about when you suck dick? You don’t like the taste? Do you just swallow it as it comes?”

“I don’t suck dick. I don’t take dick up the ass either. I’m strictly a top.”

“And you’re pretty good at it. Once you started, you hit the spot.”

“I’m going to rinse off. Are you going to be up for a second round?”

He reached around and touched his swollen pucker. “I don’t think so. I want to, but I’m going to be sore tomorrow. Maybe we can do it next week.”

“Maybe,” I said. But I didn’t mean it. If I wanted him on another day, I’d just replay this time in my head. “Do you want to shower before you go?”

“No, I’ll just soak in a tub when I get back to my place.” He dressed and walked toward me.

I put my hand out to shake his. “I’m glad we did this. Thanks.” We shook hands. I think Alec wanted a kiss. I held the door open for him and he left. I never talked to him again.