Mr Tippet's young lover

I was in my first year of German Studies at university and the Modern Literature class was small: about 10 of us, and I was the only male. A few of us had German backgrounds, including me, and our lecturer Mr. Tippet seemed to give us more attention and show more interest in us.

Mr. Tippet was about 40, normal build, with darkish skin, black hair and what seemed to be a fair amount of body hair. He was also gay. He wore tight shirts and trousers, and the girls thought it was funny. I thought it was hot, but I didn’t tell them. I also had the best German language skills and the group, and he would often turn to me when no-one else knew the answer to what he was asking, “Now ladies, how did I know that Richard would know?”, and pat me on the shoulder. I found out that the girls were saying he was hot for his 18-year-old boy student. They didn’t say anything to me, but I hoped it was true.

Near the end of the semester two of us were late submitting reports, and unusually I was one of them. The other was Lisa, and we went up to his office together to explain ourselves. We knocked on the door, he opened it to see who it was, and said “Come in first Lisa, and you wait here Richard.” Lisa went in, and was back out I two minutes with her report submitted. We chatted outside the door for a minute or two until a voice said “Richard, you may come in now.” Lisa smiled and walked off.

I opened the door and went in, report in hand.

“Lock the door and sit down, Richard. I want to talk to you about another matter first, the translation you did last week. Did you put much effort into it?” I locked the door and sat down.

I had thought it was pretty good, so I said yes.

“Hmm, come around here and I’ll explain.”

I walked around the desk, stood next to him, and looked at a mass of red corrections.

“I really expect much better of you Richard. Here, come in closer and look at this.”

I came in closer and bent over to look at what I had done wrong, and as I was trying to decipher it I felt a hand gently caressing my left buttock.

“Hmm, maybe…”

He moved his chair back. “Take a closer look.”

I moved into space that had opened up, bent over the desk, heard him stand up and felt his other hand on my right buttock.

“Is that better?”

“Yes, I think so”, and I stayed motionless while he cupped my arse in his hands.

“Oh Richard, Richard, you’re such a lovely young thing, and I do love young things.”

He moved tight up against me and I could feel his erection rubbing on my backside as his hands reached for my groin.

“Oh Richard, you’re nice and hard for me too. I think you like this, don’t you?”

“Yes Mr. Tippet.”

 “I think we can be good friends, don’t you?”

I moaned as he squeezed my cock. “Yes, I do.”

“Now, be a sweetie and take your clothes off for me. I want to see what I’m getting!”, and he licked his lips suggestively.

I walked around to the front of the desk and took my T-shirt off.

“Lovely, lovely.”

Then my jeans, and I was standing in my blue jock strap, which was having trouble keeping my hard-on under control.

He took in a sharp breath.

“Oh, your skin is so white. Oh my, oh my. Now the jock strap please.”

I obliged, and was standing naked in front of him.

“Turn around.”

I did.

“Oh, I’ve imagined those buttocks all semester. Come here so I can touch you.”

I walked back behind the desk and he started with my lips, forcing in a finger for me to suck, and then my nipples. He was gentle at first but then he tweaked them hard and I started.

“You’ll learn to like that me dear, don’t worry.” And he kissed each nipple lightly.

His hands moved on to my belly and hips and around to my buttocks, and then came back for my cock. I was wet by now, and he took some of the pre-cum on his finger and put it in his mouth.

“Hmm, you taste wonderful Richard, and you look wonderful too. I like it when my young men are shaven. You know, I’ve always been in favour of the Greek idea of an older man taking a youth as a lover. Will you be my young lover Richard?” and he cupped my balls in his hand and squeezed them. I was almost too horny to answer, so he squeezed more tightly and I flinched.

“You will have to learn to answer more quickly than that Richard”, he said sharply. “Now, will you be by young lover?”

“Yes.”

“I thought so, I thought so.”

He moved back to the chair, unfastened his trousers and lowered them to reveal a black leather bikini brief with a moist cock peeking out the top.

“Do you like leather Richard?”

“Um…”

“Don’t worry, you will. Now, I think we can start with you fellating me.”

He dropped the bikini and sat in his chair. Hair everywhere: hairy thighs, hairy legs, hairy cock, hairy balls. He cock was fairly thick and sausage-like, but before I could think any more I was on my knees and gently licking the tip.

“Good boy, keep going.”

I took the helmet in my mouth and lolled my tongue on it, then released it, held his cock up and licked my way to the base and back again before moving on to his balls. I cupped them both in one hand and sucked on them until he stopped me.

“Hmm, so nice Richard, so nice, but there will be lots of time for all that later. I need you to make me come now.”

I move back to his cock and gradually take as much as I can in my mouth before closing my lips on it and pulling backward. I do this a few times and can feel him reacting, so I pick up the pace. He takes me by the hair and starts face-fucking me, and I feel his jizz shoot round my mouth.

“Swallow please Richard.”

I do.

“Oh, we are going to have fun together, young man, I just know it! Now, you better get dressed and be on your way as I have another class soon, there’s a good boy. I can see you’re going to develop into an exciting young thing. I’ll slip you my address and phone number after our next class.”

He spanks my butt as I stand up and go to pull on my clothes gather my things, and leave.

“Oh, by the way darling, the translation was perfect.”