Christmas with my Professor

Notice: The following events take place in my second year of university (2022-2023); names have been changed to protect all those mentioned (with the exception of students). This is a true story based on events I have faced since 2021. Please refer to Chapter 1-8 for an enhanced understanding of the storyline. I have received great feedback on my writing and for how the events unfolded over the last 8 chapters and thank all who have been invested so far. As I mentioned in Ch.1, my writing style includes both past and present tense, this depends on where I narrate the story for better reading experience or refer back in past tense when talking to the reader. Some parts may seem exaggerated or unrealistic but as I have pointed out before, narrating real life scenarios through text does seem strange, but I love being as descriptive as possible. 

 Chapter 9 and 10 have been the most challenging chapters to write as I had to relive events that seem so fresh which have also affected me, you will see as you read on…

Chapter 9 – Back to School

It is October yet again in London, this time we are on out third Prime Minister this year, a new Prince and Princess of Wales (since Lady Diana), a new sovereign – King Charles III and brand-new students (year one’s) at university. I am in my second year at Uni and so far, I have made some poor choices that is looming over me, guilt. Let me begin by telling you what has happened so far…

Friday 30th September 2022

Classes start later next week; we have an induction session on Monday 3rd of October.

Hannah is an international student in my class from Boston, USA. Her little brother Hunter has started his first year at our university and is staying with his sister at her university flat with other students. She is throwing him a party where he is inviting some of his first-year classmates and other international students along with some British students to make them all feel welcome. She sent a mass text message out to selected people including myself on the 27th of September:

“HEY! YOU ARE INVITED TO A PARTY AT MY FLAT FOR MY BROTHER, THERE WILL BE A MIX OF 1ST & 2ND YEAR STUDENTS. PLEASE DO NOT BRING A GUEST DUE TO CAPACITY & FEEL FREE TO BRING BOOZE! FRIDAY 30TH @ 6pm.” (Address taken out for obvious reasons).

I don’t usually go to parties for two reasons – the first being that I do not drink and the second is the age gap of 7 years between me and my peers. But this year I have decided to try and be more sociable. I was already invited to a mixer for second- and third-year students on Wednesday 5th of October and I was hesitant at first to accept Hannah’s invite but decided in the end to attend as she is a good classmate of mine.

*

It is currently 7:20pm, I get off the underground and make my way to Hannah’s house in Camden. Her house is on a nice street made up of 5 bedrooms, it is a twenty-minute walk to campus from here or a fifteen-minute bus ride.

“Hey Jay, come in!!” Hannah says warmly.

I walk into the flat and can hear Charlie Puth’s’ song Attention playing loudly from the speaker in the living room, the place is decked up with neon lights and strobes and a wannabe DJ set up in the corner with his Bluetooth Boom Box and MacBook. The flat is made up of 2 floors above the main floor and a lower ground floor. I learn that it is currently occupied by Hannah, her brother and one other friend and they are still looking for occupants (which wouldn’t be hard) but I am not at all surprised as Hannah comes from a wealthy family. The main floor is filled with around 20 people and some people are around the first floor (maybe 10-15). I greet Hunter and wish him luck for the year, he seems like a nice guy. I then find two other classmates and we get talking.

One hour in and I am feeling a little out of place and bored – I definitely think if I was to drink it would be fun but I do not wish to, as I’m thinking about leaving. I decide to chill for a little bit more and see how it goes, so I grab myself a soft drink and go take a seat on the sofa in the living room catching up on social media. A young guy sits down next to me aggressively, almost squeezing up against me as there are others on the sofa.

“Sorry dude.” He says with an American accent.

“Its ok.”

“Not drinking too huh?” He asks.

“Oh yeah, nope.”

“Me neither. Ryan.” He says as he reaches out his hands for a handshake.

“Jay, nice to meet you.”

We begin exchanging small talk and then Ryan goes on his phone. I go back to what I was doing but I can’t help but give Ryan another look. He’s a twink, about 5ft 7, has straight dirty blonde hair which covers his ears and sits just above his eyes, he has a small button nose and cute lips, he’s petite at probably 120lb. I begin to feel a semi as he is squashed up by me. I take another look and this time I see him refreshing the Grindr app.

He gets up and makes his way towards the kitchen, I watch as I notice his cute round bubble butt. I could have this twink like putty in my hands I think to myself. After a short while I get up and try find Ryan. I enter the kitchen and find three girls talking, they look at me as I interrupted their ‘personal’ conversation.

“Oh erm, have any of you see Ryan?”

“Who?” one of the girls asks.”

“You Know Ryan, this tall (I point out), blonde hair near his eyes, wearing the green shirt?”

“Oh, yeah I think he went to the bathroom.”

“Oh cool.”

I exit the kitchen now and walk up the hallway and see Hunter.

“Hey bro, where is your bathroom?” I ask.

“Oh, there’s one on the lower ground floor and one on the second floor.”

I notice that the stairs leading down to the lower floor is the closest to the kitchen, so I go with my instinct and make my way down. I notice that the bathroom is occupied and there are two other doors which lead to unoccupied furnished bedrooms. Ryan comes out and turn the light off behind him, he looks up and is stumbled to see me wait there.

“Oh. Hey dude, Toilet is free.”

“Are you a bottom or are you a top?

“Err What?”

I stare at him, now flirting with my smile and eyes.

“I’m a Versatile Bottom.” He responds timidly.

I walk towards him now and stop an inch away. I look down at his cute beady eyes looking back up at me. “Are you interested?” I ask.

He smiles. Before he could answer I lean down and give him a kiss, he puts his arms around my neck and I put mine on his firm round bubble butt. I give them a squeeze; fuck they feel good!

I grab his supple hands and lead him into one of the bedrooms on this floor and close the door behind us. We begin again kissing aggressively as we start to undress our shirts, I push Ryan on the bed and lean on top of him, as we continue kissing, I grind him in-between his legs with my erect cock.

He breathes heavily as I do this. I flip Ryan over and pull down his jeans and upon seeing his perfect round fuckable ass I can’t help but lean in and start eating him out instantly. Ryan tastes amazing, his young juices are sweet and natural, he has no hair or fuzz and has a tight pink hole.

“Ohaaaw.” he groans as I lick and suck his hole

“Fuck! You have a fucking sweet ass.” I say “I want to fuck you so bad!”

“Do you have protection?”

“No, but I get tested and I’m on PrEP...”

“Ok.” He nods cutely with his big eyes and turns back around instantly. Thank fucking God, because I would have been bummed out if he said no.

I pull down Ryan’s jeans a bit more and then unbuckle my own Belt, as I do Ryan turns around and helps me. He pulls down my trousers followed by my boxers. We switch places and I now lay on the bed. Ryan takes my dick into his mouth and starts blowing me. His warm soft mouth feels good.

“Aaaaah fuck!” I say as I roll my eyes back. Ryan looks up at me and maintains eye contact, he takes my full shaft into his mouth and deepthroats me a couple of times before gagging. I use my fingers to draw back his hair hanging in front of his face. His blowjob is sloppy and wet and is fucking amazing – this clearly isn’t the first time he’s blown cock. He goes down on my balls whilst rubbing my dick. He takes each ball into his mouth and suckles on them.

“Mmmm keep doing that!” I moan, “Fuuuck!! I can’t wait…bend over.” I command

Ryan obediently gets on all fours on the bed, I come up behind him with my knees planted either side of him on the mattress. I enter him slowly, he doesn’t resist and my full cock penetrates his small accommodating hole, I instantly feel his G-Spot and jackhammer into it.

“Augghhhhhhh.” He whines

“You like that?” I say with a grin.

“Yeauhh” he answers. I Smash into him again.

“Oohhhhh”

I pause, “You want it, you hungry for it?” I tease again.

“Yeah, give it to me!!”

I begin to thrust my raging dick hard into his boy pussy, each time I pull back and smash into his cherry again, it feels amazing, he knows when to squeeze his butt muscles at the right time.

“Hrrrrrrrr” I grunt each time I smash into him, whist breathing heavily.

I grab a fist full of Ryan’s silky hair into my hand and fuck his ass at full speed, slapping my balls aggressively against him.

“UUUUUUUGHGHH.” He cries

The music upstairs is so loud that it’s drowning out these sounds, I wanted Ryan to scream out bloody murder. I slapped his soft ass cheeks sharply and he let out a howl.

“You’re a dirty little whore aren’t you...” I panted. “Scream as loud as you want fag, no one can hear you.”

I pull out and lay back on the bed. Knowing what to do he grabs my dick and guides it into his hole. He begins to bounce on my cock. I watch Ryan’s face as he rides me, his hair swaying around and his eyes orgasmic as he throws his head back and forth. I pinch his nipples and give them a little twist and he lets out a little whimper. This moment sexually enrages me as I watch him do all this, it makes me feel so horny that I want to feel my cum in him badly.

I penetrate harder into Ryan and he moans louder and louder. He stops bouncing as I take control, I grab his hips, spread my legs wide and fuck like I’ve never fucked before.

“Aaah FUCK… I’m cumming!” I Yell. “Aaauuuuuugghghhhhh!!!!”

I feel my hot boiling cum breed his little ass with several hot wads, I haven’t cum like this in ages. Ryan moans as he strokes his dick in hand and after a moment, he cums, it hits my chest, hair and mouth. I take some of his cum and taste it, its sweet just like him. I grab some more off my chest and reach out to him; he feeds on my finger. Fuck! I think to myself, He’s good.

I pull out of Ryan’s ass and slap it once more. I grab my shirt and make my way to the toilet.

After taking a long piss which felt amazing, I clean up and redress myself properly, I stand there for a moment regretting this fuck, now thinking of Tom... Upon exiting the bathroom, I see Ryan waiting for me.

“That was great, we should hook up again next time.” He says.

“Give me your number.” I say as I give him my phone and he adds himself to my contacts.

“I’ll see you around.” I wink, I remember stroking his soft left cheek with the back of my index and middle fingers whist he just stared back at me with his eyes, lips slightly parted (as I write this now I kind of feel horny and could take him again!) I went upstairs and left.

***

Monday 3rd October 2022

On Monday we had our induction, there was a mixture of year 2 and 3 students and only few had turned up from my group. The purpose of the induction was to give us an outline of what will happen this year following on from the strikes and a general Q&A. None of us were given a personal timetable which was the main problem looming over our heads. Tom was leading this session, when he walked in, he looked quite stressed, had an unshaven stubbly face and eye bags, he was addressing a room of around 70 students, at one point we made eye contact. He told us that there has been a restructure over the summer, management had overthrown them of their strikes and many admin staff got fired over the summer and new staff were hired but were part of a central hub where admin is pooled for support which has created a lot of problems with student enrolment, registry, marks and timetabling. He explained that he had to work all summer and his inbox has tripled so to bear with him. I felt bad for not just Tom but the entire department. The session finished at 2:30pm and Tom asked us to come back at 3pm for a small social organised by the department where drinks and snacks will be served and we all get a chance to speak to all tutors and other students. I went off to grab a coffee with my mates, at this point they decided to leave, I told them that I think its best I attend (as student rep) and show my face, Sameera decided to join me. When we returned, tutors were working the room and students were getting to know one another. Me and Sameera took a seat in the back corner of the room and began discussing the outlook of this year as lectures were going to be face to face again as the covid restrictions have finally been dropped. Some of our tutors from last year came and spoke to us, Tom was preoccupied by first years asking a million questions. Eventually he managed to cut through some chairs and walked towards us, casually and quietly grabbing a seat across from me and Sameera. I had the biggest smile on my face but was straight away saddened by the stressful eyes upon Tom’s face, he felt bad that he is unable to do more for us and we both reassured him that he is doing amazing and we couldn’t have asked for a better head of programme. I asked him if he got any time for himself over the summer at all to which he replied he only took 3 annual leave days to join a bike race competition from Germany to London, I was surprised and turned on at the fact he rode a motorbike, when I asked him which bike, he said a red Suzuki DR-800. At this point I wish I had been alone with Tom, I just wanted to give him a hug, a kiss maybe and just rub his back or head and reassure him all will be fine. The social went on but Sameera wanted to leave (we sometimes get the Underground part way home, before she changes her line). I couldn’t give Tom a hug goodbye of course, so we said our goodbyes and left.

***

Wednesday 5th October 2022

It is Wednesday and I am lying in bed playing with a glow in the dark ceiling ball that my nephew left at my house. My actions from last Friday have finally hit me, and I am now regretting it. I do not wish to go to today’s mixer and have decided to just stay at home until class which starts the next day. At around 4pm I get a text from Emily who asks me if I am coming tonight, I respond and tell her no, I’m not feeling well. Emily then calls me:

Me: “Hey”

Emily: “Jay, what do you mean you are not well – I don’t believe you.”

Me: “I’m genuinely not well…”

Emily: “No Jay, you have to come, you said that you will try to attend more events this year.”

Me: “uuuughhh” I sluggishly groaned, now annoyed.

Emily: “I know you went to Hannah’s party on Friday, did something happen?”

Me: “NO! I mean...that’s exactly what happened, nothing. I don’t drink, I don’t have fun so there is no point for me to go to these things.”

Emily: No Jay, this one would be different, most of us will be there and year three students, Hannah’s party was a welcome party for her brother with year ones… come on please come!!

Emily: “If you don’t come then I won’t go…” she attempted to guilt me.

Jay: “Alright fine! But promise me one thing.”

Emily: “Name it.”

Jay: “If I decide to leave you won’t stop me…”

Emily: “Alright, I won’t stop you.”

*

That evening I made my way to the Student Union Bar, it was almost 6:30pm and dark. The turn-out was huge and there were some familiar faces from class and within the year group. I was happy to see a few of my classmates once again and we caught up on our summer stories. About 20 minutes in I headed up to the bar to get myself a drink, as I waited for the bartender, I notice Hugh look my way. Ok, so before I go into this, I need to explain to you about Hugh. Hugh is about 6ft 1, he is broadly built, somewhat muscular and probably weighs 200lb. He is a third-year student. Last year when I started my first week, I remember Hugh constantly looking my way when he was talking to his friends outside. Every occasion he would see me after that, he would stare, he’s got slightly mad eyes (it feels like he doesn’t blink) but it is not creepy if that makes sense. Once when I spent an all-nighter in the library, I went out to take a call and Hugh followed me outside to have a smoke, he hung around near me for a bit. I didn’t think too much of it, I did suspect he’s interested but then I thought maybe it’s just a coincidence and he’s probably just curious about the fresh faces on campus or he’s probably wondering why I have never spoken to him – as he is quite popular and a lot of people talk to him across third and second year – the fact that I even know his name should tell you how popular he is, he probably doesn’t even know mine!

I turn away and when I look back, I notice he starts walking towards me.

“Hey.” He says as he bops his head up, “I don’t think we met, I’m Hugh” he says now reaching out for a handshake.

“I’m Jay.” I smile. I take his hand and he grips mine nice and firmly, his hands are slightly rough.

“I’ve seen you around campus, you’re a second year, aren’t you?” he asks

We begin talking about our courses and our future plans. The bartender approaches.

“Let me get you a drink, what are you having.” He asks.

“No, that’s kind of you but I’ll get my own...”

“No, seriously I want to!”

“…Alright then, I’ll have a coke.”

“You’re not drinking?” he questions

“I don’t drink.”

“That’s cool, one cola please and ill have the same but with vodka.”

“So, you have remained such a mystery last year.” He continues.

“What do you mean?” I say as I smile questionably.

“I’ve seen you around campus, I know nothing about you and you have never spoken to me.” He says.

“Am I…supposed to speak to you” I respond tacticity.

“No, no I didn’t mean in an egotistical way, it’s just… you’re… cute.” He smiles, nervously.

I now go red and blush, I look down and back into his eyes. “So why has it taken you so long to speak to me?”

“Come on!” he says quickly, “Look at you, I had to build up so much courage, I tried on so many occasions but bailed out, I’m ashamed I haven’t sooner to be honest. He said.

“I’ve noticed…”

“Noticed what?” he asked

“I’ve noticed you staring at me since day one.” I say without shame.

Hugh goes red and rubs his fingers on his forehead whilst resting his thumb on his cheek. Our drinks arrive and he gulps down half of it.

“Jeez, that’s embarrassing. But I hope you can understand why I’ve been looking right? He winks.

I now laugh, at his embarrassment, nerves and courage.

“Why are you laughing?” he asks.

“You are probably thinking this is all going wrong, right?”

“I don’t know, you tell me?” he asks smiling

“Your adorable, you notice me all year, pluck up the courage to speak to me, I embarrass you by confronting your glaring and then you take a swig out of your vodka coke!! Hahahahahahahahahah” I laugh hysterically now, he joins in.

“Jay?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to get out of here?”

There is a moment of silence whilst I think about this.

“Dude, you need to work on your game…” I say crushing him again. I smile and tilt my head “Come, let’s get out of here.”

I follow Hugh out of the bar and we go back to his dorm room on campus, the dorms are empty as all third-year students are at the bar and the night is still young. He opens his door and I walk into his room, the smell of (from what I remember) boys locker room hits me, he has clothes scattered on the floor, a hefty PC setup going on and some weights in the corner of his room. He shuts the door behind and locks it.

I turn around and look at him. “Have your way with me big boy.” I say.

Hugh immediately kisses me, we move back towards his bed and we both undress quickly as we do, he exposes his bulging biceps, triceps and thighs, I notice a massive bulge waiting for me in his boxers. He climbs on top of me on his bed and we continue to make out, I can feel him crushing me, I immediately switch positions and get on top of him, I lick him going down and as I begin licking his naval hair trail, he says – “I’ve been waiting for this a long time.” Whilst he puts his hands behind his head, I laugh. I pull down his boxers and release a mammoth 8-inch cock, I have never seen one this big in my life, its very girthy too with big balls. “What do you think?” he says proudly. I just stare at it and nod smiling, I’ve noticed that Hugh is in fact conceited but it doesn’t bother me too much.

I release some saliva all over Hugh’s dick and begin by licking around it. “aaaaaahh” he moans out.

I then begin sucking on his cock and as It enters my mouth, I can feel it taking up all the space I have, I get down to about 4 inches before I can’t go on further, the girth really puts a strain on my mouth.

“Aaah keep going.” He says.

I try again and begin to suck further and further down slowly, eventually able to take it all in my mouth, right into my throat. I gagged several times doing so and was able to go up and down on his cock at about 5-6 inches without gagging. After a few moments Hugh grabs my head with both of his hands and skull fucks me, I gagged like crazy and tears ran down my eyes and then I kind of threw up, but it was saliva. Hugh didn’t mind this and kept going. Eventually I had to use my hands on his thighs to pull away.

“I can’t Hugh, I’m sorry.” I say catching my breath, it’s just so big!” this probably added to his growing ego.

“Its ok.” He begins kissing me again.

I get up and bend myself over the edge of his bed, wanting this session to be over with already. I tell him that he needs to really lube myself and himself up and slowly open me up, he agrees and understands.

Hugh lubes up my hole and puts three of his girthy fingers into it, he slowly opens my hole up and enters, I try not to resist. After a few moments he fucks me with his fingers deep in, it feels like getting fucked by a regular dick. I moaned and panted as he does so. He pulls out leaving my ass hole empty and lubes up his cock, I tell him to put more which he follows.

Hugh holds on to my shoulders and slowly enters me.

“AAUUUGGGHHHHHHH!!! I yell as he brings in his first inch. “FUCKK!!!”

He holds his place and proceeds slowly with another. Each time he does I scream for mercy, it slightly burns as he stretches my hole out, but he does it slowly which I am grateful for. He keeps going to four, five six, seven and then eventually all eight inches enters me, I can feel his head touching my prostate. Gosh, I’m in for the ride of my life I think to myself. He has a small mirror above his bed, I cannot see my reflection but I am able to see his face from the angle I am in when I look up, I find this hot.

Hugh slowly pulls out half of his dick and enters me again, he does this several times before fully exiting and then smashing his whole shaft in one. Boom! His cock rattled my cherry. He picked up the pace and so did I.

“Aaaaaah, FUCK, UUUUGHHH” I screamed.

Hughes huge balls slapped across my ass cheeks; they sounded like thunder clapping in the night. He began fucking my hole really hard and had no mercy on me anymore as he picked up the pace.

“Urgh..Urgh..Urgh..Urgh.” he continuously grunted as he fucked me, his nostrils flaring up, mouth gawking open and his eyes rolling back from time to time.

Then after about three minutes I felt a huge warm load enter my hole.

“AAUUUUGGHH”” He roared as he came.

“Oh fuck YESS!! YES!! He cheered as he continued to thrust each time he said yes.

He removes his cock, got down and sucked out all his cum… which was hot but… interesting.

Hugh asked me for my number, I told him it was just a one-time thing and to keep it between us. He seemed upset but I told him I’m kind of seeing someone to put him at ease. The truth between you and me – I didn’t enjoy sleeping with him, I fully respect those who probably can.

*

The next day we started our new term, I ended up remaining with my group from last year and Tom is our lecturer for the new module, class now begins at 11am. Everyone is so excited to see one another again, chatter fills the room. Tom walks in and walks to the front and begins to start up the computer and projector which takes a while to warm up. He shuffles through a folder as he attempts to find his lecture notes. Everyone is now talking about the mixer.

“Jay were you at the mixer?” Annie asks.

“Yeah, I didn’t see you…” Sameera follows.

“No, I seen Jay.” Hannah confirms.

“Yeah, and guess who he left with.” Emily says. My eyes widen slightly.

“Who?” Annie asks excitingly.

“Huuuuuugh” Emily teases.

Everyone now pitches in: “What?”; “WHAT?”; “Really? Jay is this true?”

“No, I didn’t.” I say quickly with panic in my voice.

Emily: Come on Jay, you don’t need to hide it, he’s hot. I seen you walk out with him...”

Tom now glances up from his folder and I see him looking at me, he returns his eyes back to his paper.

“I DID’NT!” I bark, I feel my heart drop from my throat and feel breathless too by this point.

“So, wait.” Another person interrupts, “does that mean you are gay Jay? It’s fine if you are.”

“Wait hold on - stop. Maybe they were just chilling? We can’t assume, can we?” Kim adds, trying to be helpful.

I feel nervous as everyone stares at me; I now see Tom - still, no longer focused on his work but not looking at me, hearing out for what I would say. I shoot up out of anger, grab my jacket and bag; and storm out, the chair falls back as I grab the jacket away from it

To be continued….