On the Prowl: Married Virgin

I first discovered my appreciation for older, married bottoms in college. During my freshman year, I had begun topping other dudes my age. Jocks, twinks, hunks, nerds; it didn’t matter. They all admired my body, and I had no trouble bending them over and pounding their holes. Even the “straight” ones would come back begging for my cock again and again. I was a bit of a man whore, on top of the world, fucking my way through the male student population!

My sophomore year, the roommate I got assigned had a perfect bubble ass. The day he moved in, he was wearing sweat shorts that molded well to his rounded butt, and I couldn’t wait to get in it. After moving his stuff in, we got to know each other a little. He told me all about his girlfriend, and how much he loved fucking her, and how horny he was going to be this semester since she was back at home and he was here. By day two, he was face down, ass up in my bed, moaning as I pounded my cock in his formerly virgin hole. He put up a little resistance at first, but he became a great piece of regular ass. The best thing about having him as a roommate is that if I struck out with other guys, I knew I had a willing hole waiting for my cock when I got home.

It was a physics class, however, that introduced me to the benefits of the older, and often married bottom, many of whom were deep in the closet. Even though sex was top of my mind, I still wanted to do well in my classes. I was struggling to understand some of the concepts in the physics class, so I decided to visit the professor during his posted office hours to see if he could help me understand better. When I walked in the door, however, I saw the look on his face that so many guys give me before I take them to bed. It only flashed across his face for a moment, but the look was unmistakable: lust. Professor Dalton was admiring my body, and if given the opportunity, he would want to feel it up close.

Up until that moment, I had never considered sex with older guys. I wasn’t turned off by older men, I had just never thought about sex with them. I couldn’t decide what to do with the knowledge that the professor found me attractive. I could see the picture of him with his smiling wife and two young children on the credenza behind his desk. And a student and teacher getting together, while taboo and hot, could also get both of us in a lot of trouble with the school. I decided against taking him, not wanting to hurt my own academic career. Fate, as it turns out, had other plans.

“What can I do for you, Justin?” Professor Dalton asked, regaining his own composure, hoping that I had not noticed his desire for my muscular football player build. I realized then that he already knew my name. Professor Dalton had taken the extra-curricular time to find out the name of the football player in his physics class. Interesting.

“I’m struggling with thermodynamics.” I replied, stepping into the office and sitting down in one of the two chairs across from his desk.

“Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” Professor Dalton stood up and came around the desk, sitting in the other chair next to me. Pulling his iPad off his desk, he proceeded to walk through the content we had covered in class thus far, stopping to ask me questions to test my understanding at each step along the. I was picking up the theories more easily, and being able to ask questions along the way, I felt I could finish the homework problems he had assigned.

Seeing that I understood, he smiled, reached over to pat my shoulder in a congratulatory way, and said, “Thanks for coming by for help, Justin! I appreciate students who take their work seriously.” As he said that, though, his hand that was on my shoulder began gripping it and massaging it, and his voice began to trail off as he got distracted by touching my masculine body. I decided to see how far this would go, turning my head to look into his eyes, holding his gaze to see what he would do. He was paralyzed with lust, staring at me while keeping his hand on my shoulder.

“Thanks for your time, professor,” I said, breaking the silence. “But you know, on thinking about it, there may be one more thing you can help me with.”

He looked at me questioningly as I stood up, reaching behind me in the small office to shut the door. We were alone together in his office, me standing in front of him while he remained seated. My nylon shorts were beginning to tent out from my hardening cock. I stood in front of his face, looking down at him as he stared at my cock, not moving. Taking his chin in my hand, I turned his face up toward mine as I said, “You know, professor, my eyes are up here.”

He stuttered, “Justin, I don’t know what you think is going on…” He trailed off as I reached down and took his hand and placed it on my growing bulge. He immediately began kneading my cock, stroking down it’s length and feeling it’s girth. He was saying one things with his words, but his actions told a different story.

“What’s going on, professor,” I began, “is that deep down you think I’m hot. You like my muscles, you like my alpha personality, you even like that I’m taking control of this situation. You may be a married dad out there, but in here you want me. So I’m giving you what you secretly want.” I paused to watch him continue to play with my cock, almost as if he was in a trance. “And what you want,” I continued quietly, “is to be my bitch.”

“Justin, I don’t think we should…” He tried to do the right thing, but even as he was saying the words, I pulled the waistband of my shorts down, hooking it under my balls, presenting my thick 8-inch cock directly in front of his face. His words trailed off as I placed my hand behind his head, pulling his face toward my cock. He didn’t resist. In fact, he opened his mouth as my cock made contact with his lips, taking me into his mouth, beginning to suckle on my meat.

“You don’t think we should what, professor?” I smirked as I watched his eyes look up at me, fear flashing through them as he realized he was sucking a student in his office. He tried to pull back then, but I held him on.

“I’m just kidding, professor,” I said soothingly. “We both want this, so let’s just enjoy our time, shall we? I’m a man with needs, and you’re the bitch who can take care of my needs.”

He looked back down as he began to bob up and down on my prick. His warm mouth felt amazing. He may be married, but this was not the first cock that had passed his lips. He knew what he was doing. My suspicion was confirmed when he finally swallowed my cock to the root without a gag reflex. Seeing what he could take, I began face fucking him, both hands on the sides of his head as I thrust in and out of his throat. The slurping sounds he was making as he serviced me were music to my ears.

A knock on his office door interrupted our tryst. “Professor?” a female voice asked through the closed door. I laughed to myself, imagining a young co-ed with the idea that she could seduce our professor. If only she could see him now!

Not letting him off my cock, I answered for him: “Office hours are over today. Come back tomorrow.” I heard her footsteps walking away.

“That was close!” I said, smirking as I looked down at him. “Maybe I should lock the door too!” I reached over and turned the lock, promising more privacy for the remainder of our tutoring session. Finally sensing my orgasm building, I sped up my fucking of his throat, holding myself all the way in as I shot, the first three streams going straight down his throat. I pulled back as the shots slowed down, blowing the rest of my load on his tongue, giving him a tasted of the superior male seed that was now swimming in his stomach. The look of gratitude and lust on his face at being able to taste and swallow my cum cemented in my mind the benefit of older bottoms. This would not be the last married man I seduced!

After I finished shooting my load, I pulled Professor Dalton up by grabbing him under his arms and lifting him from his knees. He stood in front of me, his own cock tenting the front of his khaki pants, awaiting my next instruction. His body was in good shape. He was probably a runner, because his muscles were more lean than pronounced.  I decided to see how far I could press the prof. Stepping forward, I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him into my body, covering his mouth in a passionate kiss. He reciprocated immediately. As soon as he got over the initial shock of sucking my cock, the professor was all in. His arms went around me and he was grabbing my muscles and moaning in the kiss. He was definitely into man sex.

Finally letting him go from the kiss, I stepped back and said, “We are definitely going to have to do that again.”

“In fact,” I continued, grabbing him and turning him to face his desk, then pressing his back to bend him over, “next time we’re going to have to see what this ass can do!” He actually groaned as I swatted his ass. Yep, this suburban husband and father wanted to be used by a real man.

“What do you have planned tonight?” I asked him, pressing myself against him, keeping him bent over the desk.

“I usually go for a run around the campus at about 8, so probably that…” he trailed off, looking back at me.

“Why don’t you run by my place, then,” I said, “so we can pick up where we left off.” I told him my dorm and room number. I reached over him to pick up his iPhone from his desk, held it in front of his face to unlock it, then input my number in his contacts, sending myself a text from his phone to get his number. “Text me when you’re on your way,” I said, grinding my soft cock against his clothed ass. ”That way I can get my roommate out of the apartment before you come over.” He nodded.

I let him stand back up, turned him back around and kissed him once more before leaving.

“Thank you,” he said shyly, blushing.

I smiled at his gratitude as I walked out of the door, wondering if he would show up tonight.

At 7:55, my phone vibrated, indicating a text message. “Leaving home now. be there in 10.” Professor Dalton wanted to get fucked! I told my roommate to give me the apartment for an hour. He got a little whiny, guessing I had a fuck buddy coming over, wishing I was going to fuck him instead. Tempting as his ass was, I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to fuck a professor.

Exactly 10 minutes later, Prof. Dalton knocked on my door. I opened it and took in the sight of the lean man, wearing running shorts and a white wife beater, standing there waiting on me to invite him in. I stood back to let him in, grabbing him with one arm while I shut the door. I pressed him back against the door, covering his body with my own, kissing him, groping him, and asserting my dominance over him. He submitted right away.

Finally, I pulled back and said, “When does the wife expect you back?”

“I’m usually gone for about an hour, so we’ve got about 40 minutes before I need to start heading back.”

I grabbed his hand, leading him back to my bedroom, as I said, “Well, then let’s get you fucked.”

In my room, I maneuvered him in front of me, pressing him face down, bent over the side of my bed. I grabbed his shorts, pulling them off to find a perfectly round ass uncovered, framed by the straps of his jock. The little married slut came dressed to get fucked! I growled as I dropped to my knees behind him, burying my face in his ass, getting him sloppy wet with my spit for my cock. His moaning and cursing let me know he loved what I was doing.

Knowing our time together was short, I stood, grabbed the lube that was on the desk beside the bed, dribbled some on his hole and slathered my cock with it, then pressed against his ass. He pushed back and suddenly about 4 inches of my cock slid into him before he tensed up. I held still, letting him get used to me, before pressing forward. “Relax, professor,” I said gently. “Let me in. Just breathe and relax.” His hole began to relax and I took advantage by pressing forward with force, pushing the full length of my cock into his hole. He gasped again and his hole clamped down on my cock. What a glorious feeling!

Giving him a second to adjust to the fullness of my cock, I began a gentle thrusting that very quickly accelerated to full in and out pounding of his round little middle aged ass. The groans and moans from him were clear signs he wanted more. “Yes!” he hissed. “More, more, harder, yes!” Professor Dalton loved getting fucked by my meaty cock.

I decided to up the ante. Pressing all the way into his hole, I leaned over his back, my mouth at his ear, as I said, “So professor, what grade would you give my understanding of the thermodynamics of your ass?” I punctuated each syllable of “thermodynamics” with a jab of my cock in his hole, hitting his prostate.

“Fuck…” he said. “A+, buddy!” He apparently loved the taboo nature of our coupling as much as the fuck. The sex was heightened for both of us by the fact that I was the student, fucking the teacher without remorse.

I railed hard into his ass for another five minutes until my orgasm washed over me. I could have made it last longer, but I knew he needed to get back. I held all the way in him as I planted my seed far up in his hole. “Yeah, bitch! Take my load!” I growled out as I shot my load in him. He groaned as he felt my cock throbbing, knowing I was breeding him. After holding still in him for a moment, I pulled back and out and stood up. He gingerly stood up then as well. I stepped up to his back, wrapping my arms around his torso and pulling him back against me. His face turned and met mine in a kiss. Breaking the kiss, I saw that at some point in the fuck, he had cum on my bed, shooting his load without touching himself. I smiled as I said, “Looks like the professor had a good time getting taken by the football player!” Later he admitted it was when I asked him about my grade.

I sent him home with my load up his ass. He thanked me for fucking him before he left. He was sweaty, but not from running! And boy did he come back for more! I fucked Professor Dalton in my room, in his office, even in his own bed when his wife was out of town. We hooked up for the remainder of the time I was in college, and once when I went back for a football game as an alumni.

The professor was my first experience with fucking older married bottoms, and I’ve been on the prowl for married ass ever since!

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