The Professional Professor

I slowly walked up and down the aisles, proctoring the final exam, watching my 52 students taking one of my courses in a teacher training program. I stared at the concentrated faces, showing the eyes only, as every one was wearing masks. The sessions during the whole semester were held online and I never had the chance of actually seeing them in person until today.

What was special this semester was that I had four males in the class. Normally, students following this program were females, and I always bewailed my fortune that I taught a major that attracted females. This semester, however, the four boys made up for all of that, especially two of them whose profile pictures attracted me.

Professionally, I am against affairs between professors and students. But it hurts no one to have some eyes candy to feast on.

I spotted the two cute boys as soon as they walked into the hall and took seats next to each other. They seemed like buddies, whispering and laughing and what not. One of them, Ranjeet, was of Indian (not red but Asian Indian), dark-skinned, lanky, tall, with curly hair and dark eyes that sparkled. His friend, Mario, had lighter skin, but was also tall and lanky. I guessed Mario came from Italian stock. The name and skin color were giveaways.

As I strolled, my eyes glancing towards the two boys every now and then, I took in their appearance and manners. I liked what I saw a lot, especially with Mario’s sweatpants. I could detect a bulge stretching the material and I envisaged him naked, with a thick dark bush, his dick covering his balls, as he sat and worked on his test. It took me by surprise when around 30 minutes into the test, and as I came near to where the boys were sitting, that Mario moved to spread his thighs wide, adjusting his crotch and what appeared to be a semi erection outlined sideways inside the sweats.

I took in a quick breath and immediately averted my eyes, pretending not to have noticed. When I looked back at Mario’s face, I detected a glint in his eyes and I thought there would be a smirk hidden by the mask because it was evident that he moved his dick the way he did on purpose. For me? No way. Why would he? I’m not outwardly gay or feminine. Why would Mario invitingly show me his bulging crotch. No, it couldn’t be. It must be my imagination, my lust.

As the time crept past, I amused myself by using my peripheral vision to look at both boys, as well as Mario’s crotch with its outlined dick, without obviously staring, as much as I wanted to. I made it a point to stand at an angle where I could glance at the crotch every now and then, letting my fantasies run rampant, with me kneeling between those spread thighs and whiffing the crotch and rubbing the jewels inside.

All this made me horny as hell. I had to force myself from touching my own dick, which elongated into semi-hard, luckily hidden inside my baggy pants.

The two hours were over. Most of the students had finished and left except for a couple of girls and the two boys, who for the past 20 or so minutes just sat there, not writing anything. I caught them looking at me and I figured that they were waiting for an opportunity to cheat from each other. I would let them copy the whole internet if I were to suckle on their young cocks. But alas! This was not meant to be, it seemed.

The two girls finished and left. Ranjeet and Mario sauntered over and handed in their papers, their eyes revealing smiles, hidden by their masks.

I sighed, shoved the papers inside my laptop case and left the exam hall. I needed to pee so I headed for the men’s room at the end of the corridor.  It was thankfully empty so I decided to use one of the urinals. I unzipped, took out my penis and waited for the flow. It usually took me a little while to start peeing. The image of Mario’s outlined cock was imprinted in my mind as my own dick dribbled. I started when I heard the door creak. Glancing sideways, I saw Ranjeet walk in and step up to the urinal next to mine.

“Hey, prof,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans. “That was a long test you gave us.”

I mumbled “uhuh” my peripheral vision watching as he opened his jeans and took out his dick. He wasn’t wearing any undies and what he held in his hand was impressive. I inwardly sighed as my prostate reacted by pressing on my bladder and stopping the flow of urine and as Ranjeet splashed loudly and hard into the bowl. I had to wait for mine to resume. I saw Ranjeet shake his dick, but he didn’t put it back into his jeans. Instead, he turned sideways towards me, his mask pulled down under his chin, with a smirk on his face.

“So Prof, you always like it long?” he said.

I turned to look at his face. God, he looked so cute. “Huh?” I said in false pretense, aching to drop onto my knees right there and then.

“You gave us a long test. This is also long, Prof,” he added, shaking his dick at me.

I couldn’t believe my ears. What was the boy saying? He was showing his dick, and it was long as I glanced down, this time directly, and stared. Against all my professional upbringing, I reached out and held the boy’s dick in my hand, in slow motion. I just couldn’t resist the urge no matter the consequences. I felt the warmth, the thickening, as Ranjeet erected in the palm of my hand. I stroked the hardening shaft, not realizing I was emitting low moans. Ranjeet thrust out his hips, dribbling some spit from his mouth onto his cock shaft.

“Oh, yes,” it was his turn to moan as I stroked the wet cock, now rock hard and throbbing. “Feels good, Prof. Yeah, work this meat. You wanted to do it all the time you were looking at me. Fuck, feels good. Go faster.”

I was dying to drop down on my knees and take him into my throat. His cock was impressive, cut and mushroomed, at least 7 inches, thick in the middle of the shaft, black and curly pubes around the base.

The bathroom door creaked.

I quickly pulled away and turned toward the urinal, feeling my face turn beet red. Fuck, I was caught masturbating a student in the university toilets.

Ranjeet laughed. “It’s ok, Prof. It’s only Mario.”

Shit, I thought. Now I was in deep trouble. But Ranjeet reached out to pull back my hand and place it on his hard and throbbing dick.

“Hey, Prof,” I heard Mario step up behind me. “Ranji’s got a good one, eh?”

As soon as my hand touched Ranjeet’s hard cock, I forwent all caution and stroked not caring even if I were performing to an audience of professors.

And then, it was Mario hugging me from behind and looking over my shoulder to watch me stroke Ranjeet’s cock. He pressed his crotch against my butt and started to grind. I felt his erection poking my butt cheeks and I moaned. A young cock in the palm of my hand and another young cock pressing on my ass.

“Fuck, Ranji,” Mario said. “Prof is good at this, eh?”

The two boys laughed and Mario kept his grinding on my butt, one hand grabbing my hip and the other around my chest, pulling me tighter onto him. I felt his breath on my neck and I almost melted.

Ranjeet moved, without my letting go of his cock, to the sink next to the urinals and pushed himself up onto it, spreading his thighs. Mario’s hug pushed me between Ranjeet’s spread thighs and I found myself leaning over and licking on the slimed cock, taking in the taste of spit and precum and feeling the throbbing head between my lips. Mario kept his grinding, humping my butt as I took Ranjeet into my throat.

As if in a dream, I felt my pants become undone and drop onto the floor around my ankles. I felt a hand slip under my jockeys and caress my butt. I felt another hand grabbing my hair and pushing my face down deeper into Ranjeet’s crotch. I felt my jockeys pulled down and the heat of a hard rod press onto my naked butt. I couldn’t tell whose moans were filling the men’s room, but there were a lot of moans. I pressed my thighs together around the hard rod that was thrust into my crack. It was slippery and I figured that Mario had covered it with spit or that he had precummed, or both.

Mario fucked my thighs and crack with sloppy and swishy sounds as I swallowed and gobbled on Ranjeet’s cock. After a few minutes of this, I felt Ranjeet freeze, his cock pulsate inside my stretched mouth, and my throat starting to fill with cum. Ranjeet grunted as he squirted down my bobbing gullet.

“I’m fuckin cummin!” he moaned, pressing my head down harder, choking me, with cum starting to seep through my nose and dribble out of my lips onto my chin and chest. Mario was tweaking my nipples and thrusting faster into my thighs. As I swallowed, I heard Mario grunt out. Warm jizz hit my crack and trickled down my thighs, slithering further down to my legs.

Panting, I got off Ranjeet’s slimed cock as he released the pressure on my head. I was covered with boy cum. Mario and Ranjeet high-fived, pulled up their pants, and left after slapping my exposed butt. I stood there, in the middle of the college toilets, pants and undies around my ankles, cock rock hard, mouth and chin and chest and butt and crack and thighs and legs slimed with thick and sticky boy juice.

I rushed home, full of guilt, full of gratification, semen all over my body. I scrubbed under the hot shower. Cum had dried in my body hair, especially between my thighs and inside my crack. I hadn’t ejaculated, but it felt as if I had emptied load after load after load.

I made coffee, got my cigarettes, sipped the hot brew, inhaled the smoke, and meditated. What had just happened was unreal. Surreal. I touched my lips. Yes, they were wrapped around the most beautiful dark cock ever. I reached between my thighs, and yes, they were pressing on am amazingly thrusting fat cock. I felt sick. The implications of what had happened started to hit me hard. The boys would talk, surely. It would go around that I sucked cock. Administration would hear about it. I would be fired, even arrested.

But the boys weren’t really boys. They were men. Over 18. At least 22 or 23 years old. And I hadn’t forced myself onto them. They had forced themselves onto me. But that was not what the boys’ parents would claim. Was I a crib snatcher? Would I be ostracized? Would I have to give up my life for those few fleeting minutes of pleasure? Life was so unfair.  

Still, how had they known that I was susceptible? I could have had them fail the course or even get them suspended. Was it written on my forehead: I suck boy cock? Well, I had sucked boy cock. And I loved every second of it.

I was startled out of my meditations by my phone buzzing. Unknown number on WhatsApp.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Prof,” came the now-familiar greeting.

Oh fuck me! Now came the blackmailing.

“Ranjeet?” I forced myself not to let my voice shake.

“Oh, Prof, you recognized my voice. Although I didn’t speak much when you were giving me the awesome head.”

“Stop it, Ranjeet,” I was turning angry in spite of the tingling in my balls, and the taste of cock lingering on my tongue. “What do you want?”

“Well , Prof. It’s like this. Mario and me? We were thinking if you’re not too busy, like with exam papers and all, that we could come over and keep you company.”

The cheek of the boys. Who did they think I was? The campus slut? For them to thrust their boy dicks into my mouth and between my thighs?

Without even thinking: “Come over.”

What had I done? What the fuck had I done? Was I crazy? Actually, yes, I was. For these boys’ cocks. More than crazy. I was delirious, my whole body shaking, my balls pulsating, my hole twitching. I was aching for every inch of their young toned bodies.

“Hey, Prof, it’s us.”

With quivering hands I opened the door to greet those two hot studs and let them into the apartment. They didn’t waste any time. They grabbed me, standing up, Ranjeet from the front, Mario from the back, in a tight hug. Ranjeet leaned and started sucking on my open mouth as Mario started his grinding on my butt. I was sandwiched between these two hunks, barely able to breathe, with Ranjeet’s tongue raping my throat and Mario’s steel rod pressing on my aching butt.

We shed off our clothes and the making out continued on my couch, naked, filled with man lust. The two boys were rock hard as they rubbed their beautiful naked bodies on me. I was on fire. Ranjeet’s cock massaged my own dick, semi-hard in spite of my excitement. Mario’s fat cock was inside my crack, every now and then prodding my hole with its knob. I reached for the lube. I needed to be fucked. Mario didn’t hesitate. He greased his cock and pushed into me as Ranjeet pulled up and perched on the couch’s arm to feed me his hard dick. I swallowed, my scream of being penetrated muffled by Ranjeet’s boy dick in my throat.

The subsequent ejaculations, down my throat and into my bowels, were explosions, as only young hot boys could achieve. I felt the pulsating cocks squirt into me, feeding me, sperming me, filling me with hot creamy cum.

Sweating and panting, the three of us, with me in the middle, lay naked on the couch.

“Awesome,” Mario said as he licked the side of my neck, his hand massaging my slimed crack.

“Fucking-A,” Ranjeet agreed, rubbing his cock on my hip.

“Boys?” I managed to wheeze out, “what made you come on to me like this?”

I needed to know. Was I advertising my interest in men so obviously?

“You loved the way I showed you my dick inside my sweats,” Mario explained, a smile on his cute face. “I could see how this turned you on.”

Ranjeet laughed. “You were trying to look innocent, Prof, but it was so apparent that Mario and me decided to act upon it. And when you walked into the men’s room, we saw our chance. I bet you enjoyed it, Prof.”

I nodded.

“Did you?” Mario insisted, cupping my balls and squeezing. I squirmed, but loved it.

“Yes, you fucks, I did.”

We laughed and I received a lip-suck from Ranjeet and a butt-slap from Mario.

“How would you rate it then?” Ranjeet nibbled on my ear. “Would it be an A? B? C?”

Ah, I thought, here comes the blackmail.

“I bet it was an A,” Mario said, kneading my balls and scrotum making me squirm more and open my legs to give him better access although my hole was sore as hell.

“Maybe Prof needs some more proof to be able to decide,” Ranjeet turned me on my side and spooned me, his dick in my crack. I felt him erect. I moaned.

“Fuck, Ranji,” Mario snickered. “You want a piece of this Prof ass, eh? Does Prof suck good also? Like A-suck?”

In no time, I had my mouth and ass filled with the two hard young throbbing cocks, and I took every fucking inch of them, squeezing out squirt after squirt of ball juice.

“An A it is,” I panted after they pulled out their dripping cocks from my body.

“Maybe we should go for an A+, then,” Mario chuckled cheekily.

“Boys,” I finally was able to smile. “You did good. Don’t worry about grades and make sure you drop by soon.”

The three of us laughed, and I couldn’t believe that I had landed right there in between their naked bodies. “By the way,” I added, glancing from Mario to Ranjeet, “you boys ever… ? I mean, together? You know.”

Both smirked and nodded. Sweet Jesus, these boys were fuck machines, it seemed. “And… who, you know… who would top?” I needed to find out, getting excited by the image of those hunks fucking.

“We take turns, Prof,” Ranjeet said rubbing my inner thigh with his long fingers, making me shiver.

Mario ran his fingers along my lips and then traced them down my chin to my chest, reaching for the nipples and tweaking them. “What else do you wanna know, Prof?”

“You have girlfriends? Or you’re … you know… gay?” I writhed as the two boys worked on my body.

“Mario does,” Ranjeet explained. “But I go for man ass mainly.” His hand had already reached under my balls and was massaging my scrotum.

“Any other faculty, then?” I added, seeing how they were both fine with my probing questions.

Again, the smirks. Damn, I thought. “Who?”

“Folton,” Mario said and they both snickered.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Dr. Folton taught philosophy. She was Irish. And she was huge. Like breasts that could feed a tribe and thighs that would make a wrestler envious.

“You must be crazy,” I said. “Dr. Folton would never go for boys like you. You couldn’t handle her.”

“Oh, yeah?” Ranjeet responded, fingering my sore hole. “She took me up her ass, too, as Mario fucked her pussy.”

“And I was suckling on her tits all the while,” Mario admitted, tweaking my own tits harder.

I noticed that Ranjeet’s dick was already hard pressing on my thigh and Marion was getting hard as well as he caressed my lips and my nipples. In no time, they were on me. Mario slipped on top of me pulling my legs wide as Ranjeet straddled my head pushing his cock down into my mouth. Mario fucked hard and fast, and Ranjeet’s trying to get his long cock down my throat was insistent since I gagged and choked on the length of his shaft. And I was the recipient of another two boy loads.

It was already past midnight when Mario yawned and stretched. “Could we stay over, Prof?”

That took me by surprise. I thought that they had had more than enough fucking for one night. I wouldn’t mind having them 24/7 actually. “Wouldn’t your folks miss you?”

Apparently, the two had spent many nights out. I nodded and glowed between them. Ranjeet placed his leg over my thigh as he turned sideways, his face on my shoulder. Mario placed his arm under my head as I nestled into his armpit. Their breathing started to get slower and I could tell that they were dropping off. I contemplated getting up and taking a shower, but I hated the idea of leaving my place between those two delicious boys.

I lay back, feeling Ranjeet’s breath on my neck, and I compared.

Ranjeet’s cock was longer, Mario’s was thicker. Ranjeet was cut with a bulbous knob and a straight rod down to the base with a thick curly bush. Mario’s cock was uncut, the foreskin covering the head which was not as thick as the shaft. His dick got thicker all the way down to the base. His pubes were trimmed, unlike Ranjeet’s.

The way the two boys fucked was also different. I closed my eyes and tried to re-live the fucking that I had received from both of them. Mario was the first to go into me. It was painful and it got even more so as he shoved the thick shaft stretching my as muscles to an incredible degree. He also fucked hard and fast. His thrusts were more like pounding. He grunted and sweated. When he ejaculated, his cock got impossibly thicker.

Ranjeet, however, was more of a slow fucker. Once his thick knob popped inside, the pain receded and I could feel the hard rod slide in smoothly. I had already been stretched by Mario. And Mario’s cum was a good lubricant. Ranjeet would drive all the way in, slow and steady, and then he would hold and grind. His long cock reached spots that Mario didn’t get to. As he grinded on me, he’d run his hands and his mouth all over my face and nipples. He would kiss and bite and squeeze, his cock buried to the hilt. He would then slowly pull out to just the knob inside the ring, and then push back in, maddeningly slow, long, deep. The grinding. The pulling out. The pushing in. All the while, my body would be covered by his hands and lips. When he was getting close, he just went a little bit faster as if massaging his rod inside my muscles.

If I were to choose, I would take Ranjeet up the ass and Mario down the throat. I could deep throat Mario, but Ranjeet was too long for me to swallow down to the base.

As I contemplated in the quiet of the night, hearing the steady breathing of the two naked hunks pressing against me, I felt like a king. It wasn’t the fucking, really, but more the feeling of being wanted, of being lusted after, of being made love to by two incredibly attractive and young men. I thought of the boys as men, real men.

With a heave, I finally rose and showered. The amount of cum that sprayed out of my own cock as I masturbated under the hot water was amazingly copious like at no other time in my life. I realized that although I had been fucked and cock-nursed several times in one night, I hadn’t cummed once. I did dribble some precum, especially when Ranjeet was slowly and deliberately massaging my spots with his long cock, but I hadn’t emptied my nuts until I was alone, servicing myself in the shower.

That had been the first night with Ranjeet and Mario, and it was followed by other nights, when the making out and the sweating and panting, and the fucking and sucking, and all that filled my apartment. The intoxicating aroma of man semen would remain for days.

So I was a professional professor who had never even contemplated sex with my students. So what? Fuck professionalism. Give me the Marios and the Ranjeets of campus any day.