Christmas with my Professor

Notice: The events of this story are true and although I may use some language to describe the situation they are as they have happened. I have quoted both myself and the lecturer almost exactly as they were from memory. things like this don't happen often and because of this it may seem unrealistic, but I can assure you once they do it feels very surreal and like an adult rated hallmark movie. The main part of Christmas ends here in this chapter, I will continue to write about more things that have transpired which takes place later in the new year. 

I spent the night at Tom’s, we ended up sleeping on his wide sofa cosily. I woke up and found the morning winter sun peaking through the top section of his window (which were uncovered from the closed window panes at the bottom). The time was around 8:45am. As I rested on the edge of Tom’s left chest, I looked up to see him asleep, his breathing was calm and then he made me jump.

“What are you staring at??” He said slowly in a very low and groggy tone, his lips slightly parted with a slight smile. His morning breath was awful, but I didn’t care because I kind of felt at one with him. I leaned up and gave him a kiss. We cuddled for a few moments before Tom continued.

“I’m flying back to Germany tomorrow and I’m back on the 27th… and...”

“And?” I remember asking after what felt like a long pause.

“My wife is back on the 29th...”

There was a moment of silence. I sat up suddenly and buried my head into my hands. I am a person of morals and hate cheaters especially those who sleep with others knowing they have a partner, and here I am one of those people. I now realise how easy it is to end up in such situations, forgetting reality.

“Tom what am I doing, what have we done!! You are married!”

Tom remained silent, I was angry at his silence, the room was once again silent and this time I had enough. “Tom!?” I yelled.

After a while I asked, “are you gay?”

Tom put his arm across his eyes and forehead as he lay there, I now understand that he was contemplating the situation but at the time I thought he was not bothered and this angered me, I got up and started to change into my clothes which were scattered across the floor, I noticed Tom remove his arm looking at me. As I put my shirt back on and reached out to grab my jacket on the armchair Tom reached out with his arm.

“Wait, WAIT.” he said panickily “I don’t want you to go.” I remained silent as he grabbed my arm and then my hands, I did not hold onto his firmly, he pulled me slowly towards him and centred me in-between his legs.

“My wife is my wife… but…I really really like you” he said as he rested his head on my stomach.

“Tom, this is not fair on your wife.” I said.

“You are right, it is not.” He replied. “But you are still my friend, aren’t you? Please don’t go, I like your company. Besides, you did promise me...” he said as he pointed to the Christmas tree. I could not help but snigger at the situation, seeing the bare tree. I knew to myself that this would clearly be more than a friendship and I was delusional in thinking that we can go back and be friends, so what did I do? That’s right, I stayed, I said okay. Whilst Tom went up to shower, I ordered us some Starbucks from the UberEats app and put on some classic Christmas music, I found a Bluetooth speaker within his entertainment centre. When he came down, he had a t-shirt and fresh pair of boxers on. I couldn’t help but notice his bulge which again turned me on. We started to decorate the Christmas tree and enjoy our breakfast, all whist sharing some stories about family time during the holidays, he told me about his siblings and how his mother would bake treats whenever they came back to visit.

By midday we were done, I gave Tom a long and meaningful hug goodbye by the doorway and said to him “I guess I will see you next semester.”

***

January 22nd. Our university was on strike along with many Universities across the UK, a majority of these staff members were all under one union which actioned the strikes. I have submitted my essays and started working on this semesters workload and reading. It is the afternoon and as I kicked back on my sofa with a bowl of popcorn in my hands ready to watch a movie I received a WhatsApp text message; it was from Tom:

‘Hey Jay, Happy New Year! I hope you are well. I’ve noticed I didn’t see you at any of the picket lines this week. Of course, it is up to you but many students are supporting staff and I have seen many of your peers here this week. It would be nice to see you here as well, we can catch up whilst fighting for our cause. T’ :)

I Ignored the message and pressed play on Netflix. A few moments later I received another notification.

Tom: ‘I would like to gently remind you that as a student representative it is important for you to carry out your duties and set an example for your group, the student union and to fulfil your role. We will be at the picket lines from 9am on Monday. See you there!’ :)

I thought to myself – what an idiot. I am not obliged to do this and he cannot use my role against me like that, with the smiling emoji at the end I could tell he’s just taunting me knowing well that I’m ignoring his messages from the blue ticks. I was no longer able to focus on the movie and now felt bad about not supporting the department at the picket line – even though it is not required to do so. Or what if he is being serious and I if I do not go to support the cause then that will look bad on my part?

Monday

 Monday came and guess where I was headed? You know what don’t even guess...

I walked down Bloomsbury towards my departments building and I could see a crowd of students and staff with banners, signs, drums and megaphones. They were causing up quite a stir! From the distance I can see Tom talking to one of his colleagues, but I don’t recognise anyone from my class here. Perhaps they came last week and decided not to come today, I thought. I sheepishly joined the crowd from the back and centred myself where Tom was, he was about 8ft ahead of me. After about 20 minutes he turned around and noticed me.

“JAY!” he shouted. I smiled and walked up towards him. “Why did you not tell me you were here?”

“Hi Tom.” I was slightly awkward and timid, I felt out of place and wanted to go back home. Seeing Tom after our last encounter felt strange.

We spoke about how we have been since just before Christmas and then he handed me a banner and made me join him in a group chant. The scene was very wild, lively and amazing. Seeing everyone unite for the cause was absolutely brilliant and seeing Tom take charge was hot. After an hour one of my professors came up to Tom and was asking him to do something, I couldn’t make out what it was but all I remember hearing was her asking if he wanted her help, to which Tom replied – “No that’s fine, I have Jay with me today, he will lend me a hand, won’t you, Jay?”

“Huh, oh yeah sure!” I said not knowing what I agreed to.

We walked back into the dark empty building carrying a load of banners which were left on the ground, these were used earlier in the morning. Tom explained we were to get the other banners and bring them down ready for the afternoon for a separate cause in relation to the strike, but we are in no rush as that will be after lunch.

“I just need to grab something from my office first.” He said.

I followed him awkwardly to the office and when he went inside to look for something in his desk drawer, I began examining some of the books and I took a red one out and flicked through its contents.

“Pedagogy of the Oppressed by Paulo Freire.” he pointed out. “It’s a good read, you can borrow it if you like.”

“Oh, thanks. Yeah, it seems interesting from the contents section.”

Tom shut the door and moved in towards me and I just remember turning back leaning on the bookshelf which wobbled slightly. “You know Jay, I missed you a lot.” He whispered now holding my hands at waist level, I dropped the book. He came in closer and brought his body against mine. “Tom.” I said gulping whilst breathing a little heavily. He angled his face and rubbed his nose against mine, his lips against my cheeks, chin and then lips. Our lips hooked one another and pulled away; his lips were smooth as butter. I moved out of place and towards the door but before I could open it, I remember saying “Fuck it!” I turned around and grabbed him, kissed him aggressively whilst pushing his back across the room towards the window. We kissed passionately for a few moments; I felt his stubbles on my fingertips as I cupped his face.

Without a thought I got on my knees on the hard floor and started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, I could already feel his hard cock below it. I pulled down on his boxers and his dick flew out and then it hit me. His musk, the smell coming from his balls and dick really hit me. It was a mixture of his natural man scent and sweat - like a potion it gave me a raging hard on and lured me in. I sucked on his balls and enjoyed the taste it gave. Tom moaned “aaaah” softly as I did this. I began by licking some precum hanging off his head and then I took his dick into my mouth, using my tongue to swirl around and taste his shaft.

“aaaah just like that Jay” he said softly as his head fell back (I remember feeling really good when I heard that, hearing my name within his moans, he liked what I was doing to him and only I can do this to him at this moment – nobody else. This really boosted my confidence.)

He placed his hands behind my head and I remember him playing softly, stroking my hair with his fingertips. I moved my hands from his hips to his butt cheeks, they felt cold and firm. I squeezed them.

At this point I wanted to do more, I decided to deepthroat him no matter how much it hurt me. I took in his full shaft into my mouth and gagged, I kept doing this several times slowly and then picked up the pace. I could feel the head of his dick entering my throat each time.

“uuhhh don’t stop.” He said.

I had tears coming down my eyes. I then done something which was a bit random but felt right for me, I slightly dug my fingernails into his bum cheeks, pushing his hips towards my face, I held his dick really deep into my mouth, gagging.

“ah Jay…uhh… Ahhhh. AAAHH” he roared.

Tom’s hips tensed up; I felt his cock throb as he came in my mouth. I felt five silky pools of cum enter my throat, after the fifth I continued to suck him slowly cleaning his cock up. His thighs looked slightly weak as they were trembling slightly and when I looked up, wiping away saliva from my lips with the back of my hand, he still had his eyes closed, with his lips parted facing up at a 45-degree angle.

I stood up and adjusted myself. I could see Tom attempting to pull up his boxers and jeans. I came back and helped him with this, as I attempted to buckle his belt back on, he kissed me, I paused and kissed him back. At this moment I really wanted to say to him I love you but felt too awkward to say this for several reasons, with the main one being him being married and the other with it being very early to say that.

“We better get going with those signs.” I said

He nodded and with that I picked up the book and we carried on with our task. My professor did ask us what took so long, but Tom said he had to take an emergency phone call and apologised.

***

Its February the 10th. The strikes are over for now and we have been back into Uni for almost 2 weeks. Me and Tom will sometimes have lunch if we are on campus together at the same time which has been nice, although I would need to sometimes have a journal or my MacBook open up to make it look like we are discussing work to not raise any suspicions – although to be honest the university is so large this would not be the case (this was just me being extra carful for Tom’s sake).

Something else has been happening too. On my first week back this semester I woke up with a headache and was running late, when I came into my seminar I sat at the very back, my row was empty. Tom was showing us a video and as he did, he came back to turn the light off and stand at the back near me. He stoked my head, ears, back and shoulders and gave it a little pinch which made me nervous but gave me a thrill. From then on, I sat at the back and whenever he found the chance, he would touch me in some sort of way. One time after he handed out extracts for us to read and breakdown, he took a very bold risk and leaned down pretending to show me something, he then licked my neck to my cheek. (if you have ever watched Spirited Away and can remember the scene when Chihiro accept payment from the stink monster and she is surprised and all her hairs stick up – that is how I felt, although not from disgust but from surprise and worry from being seen).

To be continued…