Christmas with my Professor

 The City That Never Sleeps - Part II

I heard the wailing of a deep siren and the sudden realisation that I was no longer at home and I was in a different country, do you ever experience that strange moment on your first night away from home or abroad? Times square is incredibly loud despite being on a high floor, I can hear the traffic from up here. As I lift my head from my pillow, I hear a groggy Tom ask “What time is it?” its 3:50am and we both are now unable to get back to sleep.

“I don’t know about you but I’m famished!” I say.

“Yeah, we didn’t eat at all since the plane. Should we order room service?” Tom asks.

“…or… we could go out and eat?” I’m now looking on my phone at places to eat, open 24hrs.

“At this time!?”

“Its New York Tom, this city never sleeps!”

“What if we get shot?” he says in a glum tone with his face buried in the pillow.

I roll my eyes, “We won’t get shot… we can get an Uber to an IHOP, its 10 minutes away on 14th.”

“Look at you Mr New York... Its 10 minutes away on 14th.” He repeats mockingly lifting his head out from the pillow.

I grab Tom and get on top of him, we begin rough housing. “Just grab a shower and get dressed” I say as I escape the bed, towards my suitcase.

*

I’m in astonishment by the big city lights and each skyscraper we pass. It feels like its 8pm in the evening, its true what they say about the Big Apple, The City That Never Sleeps. We arrive safely at IHOP (bullet free) and I feel like a child in a candy store, there are a number of popular chains I would like to try that we don’t have back at home, Tom probably thinks I’m a freak for showing too much excitement at 4:35am over breakfast. I ordered French toast, with fruit and cream (photo in comment section) and Tom ordered the New York Cheesecake Pancake, I was ecstatic by the syrup combination on the table.

“Yours looks so good!” I say with pure lust in my eyes.

Tom slices into his stack and without saying anything directs his fork towards me. He gestures with his eyes to go ahead and try it. I do so and I am touched by this small gesture, I reciprocate and he tries some French toast. We enjoy our IHOP breakfast and return to the Hotel straight after.

*

It’s now 8am and Tom is getting ready for the day, I iron his shirt as I am annoyed by some of the visible creases which he believes is ‘fine’ to wear. He tells me to go and explore the city but I tell him I want to attend and see what I can learn from this symposium, and if it’s boring then I will explore the city tomorrow.

*

Near lunchtime we stop by a Starbucks for a quick bite and I order myself a Guava Watermelon and Lemon drink, I wanted Tom to order a drink too so I can grab a picture of both cups with each of our names on it, but to my disappointment he buys sparkling water (see photo attached of my sad lonely cup beside his water)

*

We return back to the Hotel just after 6:30pm with two slices of pizza’s - rather whole pizzas as each slice was as big as our heads. (Photo attached). It was one of the best pizzas I have ever consumed.

I’m starting to feel that this Chapter is turning into a food blog now, and that my trip turned into my personal food venture (Sorry). But if you don’t come to the States and eat, have you really been to the States?

Thursday

On Thursday I decided not to join Tom for the second day event, instead I booked myself an appointment with a really popular hairstylist who I have been following on social media for a while, Christo on 5th Avenue. It dawned on me that this might be my only chance to visit so I called the salon yesterday and practically begged them to squeeze me in for an appointment, I was very lucky to be given one. I told Tom I’m going to explore the city and get lost in New York, I was embarrassed to tell him I was excited to fly across the Atlantic to only book an appointment to get a haircut.

When I got to the salon, I was overseen by the man himself. I asked for a haircut but Christo kept feeling and touching my hair, examining it as we spoke.

“How long are you in New York for?” He asked.

“Just one more day, we need to leave on Saturday.” I spoke.

“Oh Honey, Honey Honeey.” He said in his thick European accent, shaking his head, “you could do so much more with your hair, it would be a waste to let you go, have you ever thought about colour?

“Ermm, not really...” I said nervously.

“You know what you would look sexy in?” He said now sounding excited.

“What?”

“Icy Blonde!”

I think at this point he noticed mixed feelings in my face, he told me to think about it and asked me if I wanted anything to drink, as he walked away, he yelled “Monicaaa, get this stud a latte!”

Christo’s sassiness and character really relaxed me, I knew I was in good hands and trusted him, but blonde? That’s crazy I thought. I have virgin black hair; how will that look in contrast? Will Tom like it? I thought again.

“SO, have you thought about it? Usually, we have to do patch tests and all but for you I’ll put that aside!”

“Okay.” I said huskily, “Let’s do it.”

I was taken care of by both Christo and one of his stylists, the appointment lasted around 3 hours. I remember after the rinse, wash and tone at the sink I was in shock at the reflection that looked back at me. I walked out of the salon with a hefty bill that burned my wallet, but it was worth it. (Photo of hair attached in comments).

As I walked down 5th, I could see my reflection on some of the windows, I felt like a completely changed man. If I be honest, I felt this new found confidence, I strutted the street with my chest and head held high. I got some looks toward my hair and one girl said “cool hair to me” which honestly made not just my day but my entire year – who knew that having a new look could do this, it was a new high. I know this is going to sound weird and stupid but blonde hair made me feel powerful, it made me feel like the man!! I even felt like I could be a Top for a moment, I would definitely want to try and top someone in my new style. What I most enjoyed was standing out in comparison to the old me, you could tell that I am not a natural blonde especially against my skin complexion. Do you think I just became completely arrogant, big headed and vain? Me too, but I didn’t care during this moment!

*

It was approaching 4:30pm and I decided to head back to the hotel. At around 5:20pm Thomas walked in.

“Jay are you back?”

“Yes.”

“I’m so hungry, do you wa…” he paused as he came around the corner and seen me chilling on the bed.

“WOW! What do we have here?” he said coaxingly

“Do you like it?”

“Like it, I love it! It really suits you, its sexy.” He comes towards me and gives me a kiss and asks further question about my hair, which I answer.

Tom grabs my waist and pulls me close to him, he begins to feel me up, stroking my hips, back and ass, we kiss for a while and then we fall and lay on the bed. Toms begins to untie his tie and unbutton two buttons before coming back to kiss me again, he then follows this by unzipping my denim shacket slowly.

We kiss passionately again, breathing heavily and then it slips out of my mouth “I want to fuck you…”

I remember screaming to myself in my head Whyyy did you say that!? But my now growing erection said otherwise. Tom pulled back now, with his hands on my shoulders, “You want to fuck me?”

I began grinning now and kissed him again, when I pulled back, I said “Yes.”

“I’ve never been fucked before.” He said.

“Well, there is a first time for everything, you might like it...” I said cheekily

Tom looked at me like a deer in the headlights, gulping slowly. There was a moment of silence between us.

“Look, if you don’t want to then I’m not going to make you, it’s fine.” I said calmly as I rubbed his arm.

Again, silence filled the space. “Ok.” He said.

“Are you sure” I said excitingly.

“Yes.”

I grabbed Tom by his collars and pushed him down the bed kissing him passionately, I then got on top of him. We continued to passionately make out and then I began to slide down on him “Take off your shirt.” I commanded as I began to take off his trousers followed by pulling off my shacket and t-shirt. He obediently unbuttoned his shirt and sat up to remove it, I decided to go fifty shades on him and boldly got a hold of his tie and reached out for his arms.

“wh…what are you doing?” he said

“Just relax, you will see.” I winked

I placed both his arms above his head an extended them out, tying the tie around his wrist firmly. I came back down and kissed him on the lips again and I remember saying to him “I’m going to make you my bitch!”

Tom didn’t say anything, he just stared back at me, probably shocked to see me act this way and nervous about what is going to come. I remember cringing inside after saying that, but I was now thinking with my cock, so that balanced it out.

I removed Tom’s boxers and teasingly licked the tip of his semi-erect dick, slowly licking around the head. I made it grow slowly and as I did Tom was slightly squirming, I then took his entire shaft into my mouth.

“Ooohhh.” Tom brought his arms down trying to put it over my head, but I grabbed them and retracted them back to position. He did this a couple more times and then I had to hold it in place, he resorted to squirming his legs around instead, but I had no mercy on him, I kept pushing them down. “Uuuughhhh, you’re killing me here Jaayyy!” he said dramatically.

I then moved down to his balls, licking towards his perineum and paused trying to examine how I’m going to do this. I told Tom to get up and lay on all fours with his ass hanging out the edge.

“What are you going to do now?” he asked nervously.

“Have you ever been rimmed?”

“No?”

“Really Tom, even at your age??” I laughed, “You had so many years to experiment.”

“I told you I fuck; I don’t get fucked.”

“Well, that’s all about to change today baby!” I said as I spanked his right ass cheek really hard. “Uhh” he whimpered.

I knelt down and spread his cheeks apart and began by licking the entrance of his tight pink hole, it was a little hairy and he had a natural musky smell which drove me insane, I could now feel precum leaking in my boxers. I continued to lick into his hole and licked around in many different directions. This was also my first time doing this, so again I was doing what I had learned from my only source – the internet.

Tom moaned as I began French kissing his hole, sucking, licking and pinching with my lips.

“Aaauuughhhh FUCK Jay, that feels good, keep going.” He said as he pushed himself back into my face.

I continued doing this for several minutes, penetrating with my tongue, getting his entrance wet with my saliva. I then went off to find some lube, I squeezed some on my fingers and then some on his hole. I got my index and middle finger and slowly entered Toms hole.

“AH!!” he said “It hurts.”

I pulled away. “Look you have to relax, if you tense up there will be resistance...”

I came back in with my fingers; Tom took a deep breath and I tried again, I slowly shoved in an inch before stopping and let him get used to it, playing around in there whilst I stopped. I repeated this again.

“Ohhhh.” Tom said as he panted.

I kept going slowly and slowly until I had both my fingerers deep inside him, I remember stroking myself off as I did this, now horny as fuck! I began to wriggle out of my boxers and trousers one handed. I retracted my full fingers and just before I could exit, I pushed back in again.

“Ahoooaahhh.”

I repeated this again, each time getting faster and faster. “Mmmphhhmm”; “Yeeeeeah”; “Oh fucckkk.” Tom repeated each time, he was now feeling pleasure from this, I managed to found his spot and felt the hard ball at the end of my finger-tips, I caressed it slightly and tom let out a “Fuuuuuuuuck! Do that again” I repeated the action and then decided to finger fuck him and push my tip into his cherry.

“Oh fuck, aaaaaahhhh, yess Jaaay - don’t stop!!” I was surprised that Tom was taking this well, but I remember when I went through this, it hurts but you get pleasure from the pain.

I took my finger out from his hole and untied his wrists, I lubed up my cock and parted his feet with my knees, now standing behind his bare ass. I slid my cock head in-between his cheeks and felt his fine hairs stoke against my skin – “hooooaaahh” I moaned out as this made me want to cum already.

I pushed my cock head in and kept going slowly, Tom whimpered slowly as I did this. After about 4 inches in I felt resistance, I pulled out again (Fuck me pulling back felt good) and pushed again, this time with all 5 inches of my erect cock was inside of him. Tom was lucky he wasn’t getting fucked by anything bigger I thought. I stayed inside of him for a while and then I began to pull back and thrust, slowly so Tom could get used to it.

“Aaah Jay, it’s so big” he said

I picked up the pace and honestly – I don’t think this is possible – but I felt my dick rage harder, as if I grew an extra half an inch or so in him. At that moment I thrusted Tom so fucking hard I was about balls deep into his fag hole, I fucked like there was no tomorrow.

“Ah…AH…AAAHH... FUCK JAY SLOW DOWN!!

At that moment I had no remorse, I pushed Tom’s head down on the bed and thrusted him harder and harder, I slapped his ass twice leaving his skin to go pink and tender, Tom hissed with each slap.

“Who’s my Bitch HUH?? I said aggressively,

“I am” Tom said shamefully.

I pulled his hair and leaned down on his back, now thrusting at a normal pace,

“Look at me!” he turned his head around “From now on this ass is mine, no one else’s - you hear me?” I said,

Tom nodded and then I kissed him aggressively cupping his chin, whist squeezing his lips with my thumb and index finger. I made him my little bitch and at this moment it felt fucking great. I notice Tom stroking his cock but I pull his arms away.

“No, you are going to cum when I tell you to cum!”

I began thrusting harder again, my balls slapped against his cheeks, I then began to smash against his cherry.

“Aaawwhhh, yes Jay keep going – don’t stop!!”

I continue fucking harder and deeper panting and groaning as I thrust each time, I feel sweat drip down from my forehead to my nose.

“Jay, I need to cum…I think I’m going to cum.” Tom moans

I slam myself deeper and deeper as I smash into Tom’s cherry and after several more shoves, I feel my hot cum spray into his tight hole, my pelvis spasms and my eyes roll back into my brains, I push in deeper wanting to breed him good!

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!”

“Oohhhhhhhhhh!!!”

We both groan!

I am heavily panting; I can feel my legs tremble and feel weak and I lay upon Tom for support. After a moment I pull out and my cum begins to slowly ooze out of Tom’s asshole, the view of this makes me mentally horny.

“Fuuucck!” Tom says.

I now turn him around on his back and kiss him as I lean above him, feeling some of his cum touch me from his belly and chest.

“Told you, you will like it.” I winked at him.

Friday

Remember in Chapter 1 when I remembered that scene from You’ve Got Mail during my walk to my first lecture, and I quoted Tom Hank’s. Well, I remain faithful to that movie as I drag Tom (Hey ‘Tom’) to Café Lalo. I got myself a rich four-layer chocolate cake and Tom went for the fruit tart. I also got myself Green Mango Peach Tea by Tea Forte (Photo attached). I enjoyed our time there as I sat across my own Tom, the café is a nice little romantic spot and we ended up talking, holding hands and playing silly little games for a few hours there.

We continued to explore the sites and then ended our day on Top of The Rock which is the most picturesque romantic observatory I have been on, I personally preferred it over the Empire State Building. We got to an outdoor area which was the highest point I believe, there were no lights in this section and it was completely dark. The cold air hit us both and as Tom wrapped himself around me and I lay my head on his shoulder, all we can see ahead of us was a hauntingly yet regal skyline. Being up there with Tom was an experience in itself for me. In that moment nothing mattered, time stood still, all my life’s stress did not matter – only Tom did. It was just me and him up there and no one else, no one can interfere and no one knows, part of me wishes…

I’m not sure I can say it let alone type it.

***

After New York me and Tom have continued to stay in touch through text but since May we have only seen each other on a handful of occasions in London. Then I started a summer internship full time.

There was an occasion in mid-August where he called me at around 11pm, he said he was parked up on my road but my family members were on holiday so I invited him in, straight away he clung onto me with his arms wrapped around me as he backed me into my L shaped sofa, he rested his head on my chest. I was alarmed as we lay in that position in silence for half an hour as he softly cried but tried his best to hide it. When he was ready to speak, he had told me he got into a big argument with his wife, he didn’t go into too much detail but he was telling me how he hated arguing with her and recently it has been bad and caused him so much anxiety and stress. He spent the night cuddling with me and apologised the next morning for his ‘inappropriate behaviour.’ (I didn’t think it was).

 Until I am able to add an update in a future chapter, I leave you all with my story as it is now and thank you for reading about Christmas with my Professor.

RIP Queen Elizabeth II

1926 – 2022

God Bless you your Majesty. God save the King