Professor Carter’s Apartment
The last day of finals had finally arrived, and the air in the classroom was thick with a mix of relief and exhaustion. Eric was packing up his bag when Professor Carter’s voice cut through the chatter. “Eric, could I have a word?”
Eric glanced up, surprised. “Sure, Professor.”
Professor Carter waited until the room had emptied, the last of the students filing out with their backpacks slung over their shoulders and the hum of post-finals chatter fading into the hallway. He leaned casually against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Eric as he packed up his things. The professor’s expression was unreadable, but there was a glint in his eyes that made Eric pause, his hands stilling on the zipper of his bag.
“Eric,” Professor Carter began, his voice smooth and measured, “could I have a word?”
Eric glanced up, his heart skipping a beat at the tone. It wasn’t the usual casual dismissal or the professional distance he’d grown accustomed to over the semester. There was something else there—something that made the air between them feel heavier, charged with an unspoken tension. “Sure, Professor,” Eric replied, his voice steady despite the sudden flutter in his chest.
Professor Carter waited until the door clicked shut behind the last student before speaking again. He straightened, his posture relaxed but deliberate, and took a step closer. “I couldn’t help but notice your… dedication to your studies this semester,” he said, the word lingering in the air like a secret shared just between them. His eyes flicked down for the briefest moment, catching on the striped cotton socks peeking out from beneath Eric’s black chinos, before meeting his gaze again. “You’ve been… remarkably focused.”
Eric swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He wasn’t sure if it was the way the professor’s voice dropped slightly on those words or the way his gaze seemed to linger just a fraction too long, but he felt exposed, as if something unspoken had been laid bare between them. “I—uh, thanks,” he managed, his fingers tightening around the strap of his bag.
Professor Carter smiled then, a slow, knowing curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Eric’s spine. “I thought perhaps we could discuss it further,” he continued, his tone casual but laced with something deeper, something that made Eric’s pulse quicken. “My apartment, later tonight? Say, around eight?”
The invitation hung in the air, heavy with implication. Eric hesitated for only a moment, his mind racing even as his body seemed to respond instinctively. He nodded, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside him. “Yeah,” he said, meeting the professor’s gaze head-on. “That works.”
Professor Carter’s smile widened, just slightly, and he gave a small nod of acknowledgment. “Good,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. “I’ll see you then.” He turned back to his desk, effectively ending the conversation, but the weight of his words lingered in the air long after Eric stepped out into the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest.
Eric hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yeah, that works.”
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At eight sharp, Eric stood outside Professor Carter’s apartment, his heart pounding. He knocked, and the door opened to reveal the professor, dressed in dark jeans and Chelsea boots, his usual commanding presence softened by a warm smile. “Come in, Eric.”
Eric stepped inside, shrugging off his coat, which Professor Carter took and hung neatly by the door. “Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“Sure,” Eric replied, his voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in his stomach.
They settled on the couch, glasses in hand. Eric’s black chinos and sneakers felt oddly conspicuous, the striped cotton crew socks peeking out just enough to draw attention. Professor Carter’s gaze lingered there for a moment before he leaned back, his own black cotton socks visible as he crossed one leg over the other.
The conversation flowed easily at first—discussions about the semester, Eric’s plans for the future—but there was an undercurrent of tension neither could ignore. The air between them felt charged, every glance and gesture laden with unspoken desire. Professor Carter’s eyes lingered on Eric’s face, his gaze dropping occasionally to the hint of striped cotton socks peeking out from beneath his black chinos. Eric shifted slightly, his sneakers brushing against the carpet, and the professor’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.
Professor Carter set his wine glass down on the coffee table with deliberate slowness, the soft clink of glass against wood breaking the silence. He turned to Eric, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. “You’ve been on my mind a lot lately, Eric,” he began, his tone casual but laced with something deeper. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.”
Eric’s heart skipped a beat, his fingers tightening around his own glass. He set it down carefully, his throat suddenly dry. “Oh?” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
The professor leaned in closer, his breath warm against Eric’s ear as he murmured, “Something I think you’ll enjoy.” His hand brushed against Eric’s knee, the touch light but electric, sending a shiver up Eric’s spine.
Eric’s breath hitched as Professor Carter’s lips grazed his jawline, the stubble of the older man’s face rough against his skin. The professor’s hand slid up to cup Eric’s cheek, turning his face gently so their eyes met. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the tension between them palpable, a silent question hanging in the air.
Then, slowly, deliberately, Professor Carter closed the distance between them. His lips pressed against Eric’s in a kiss that started soft, almost tentative, but quickly deepened. His tongue brushed against Eric’s lower lip, seeking entrance, and Eric parted his lips with a quiet gasp. The professor’s tongue slid into his mouth, exploring with a hunger that made Eric’s head spin.
The kiss was intoxicating, a mix of wine and desire that left Eric breathless. Professor Carter’s hand moved to the back of Eric’s neck, holding him firmly but gently as he kissed him with a passion that left no room for doubt. Eric’s hands found their way to the professor’s chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as he kissed him back with equal fervor.
When they finally pulled apart, both men were breathing heavily, their faces flushed. Professor Carter’s eyes were dark with desire as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you in my class.”
Eric swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “Me too,” he admitted, his voice trembling.
The professor smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent another wave of heat through Eric. “Good,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Because this is just the beginning.”
Eric’s breath hitched. “What’s that?”
Professor Carter leaned in, his lips brushing against Eric’s ear as he whispered, “Worship your feet.”
A shiver ran down Eric’s spine. He nodded, his voice barely audible. “Okay.”
Professor Carter moved with purpose, sliding off the couch to kneel on the floor in front of Eric. His hands rested on Eric’s knees for a moment, steadying himself, before he reached for the first sneaker. He untied the laces slowly, deliberately, his fingers brushing against Eric’s ankle as he pulled the shoe off. The second sneaker followed, and Eric’s socked feet were fully exposed, the striped cotton hugging his arches and toes perfectly.
Professor Carter exhaled sharply, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped Eric’s feet. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
He leaned in, pressing his nose against the fabric of Eric’s sock, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating—a mix of cotton, sweat, and something uniquely Eric. Professor Carter groaned softly, his lips brushing against the sock as he kissed the arch of Eric’s foot.
Eric’s breath came faster, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as Professor Carter continued to worship his feet. The professor’s tongue traced the outline of Eric’s toes through the fabric, his hands massaging the soles with firm, deliberate strokes. Every touch sent waves of pleasure through Eric, his body responding eagerly to the attention. He could feel the warmth of the professor’s breath through the cotton, the faint dampness of his tongue as it pressed against the arch of his foot. It was an intimate act, one that made Eric’s heart race and his skin tingle with anticipation.
Professor Carter’s hands moved with purpose, kneading the soft flesh beneath the striped socks, his fingers pressing into the sensitive spots that made Eric’s toes curl. The sensation was electric, a mix of pressure and warmth that seemed to radiate up his legs and settle low in his stomach. Eric let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the couch as he surrendered to the feeling. The professor’s lips brushed against the fabric again, this time lingering on the ball of his foot, and Eric couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped his lips.
“You like that, don’t you?” Professor Carter murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Eric’s spine. He didn’t wait for an answer, instead sliding his tongue along the length of Eric’s sole, the fabric dampening slightly under his ministrations. The scent of Eric’s feet—a mix of cotton and sweat—filled the air, intoxicating and primal. Professor Carter inhaled deeply, his nose pressing into the arch as if committing the aroma to memory. “God, you smell incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
Eric’s hands tightened on the edge of the couch, his knuckles whitening as the professor’s tongue moved to the tips of his toes, teasing each one through the fabric. The sensation was almost too much, a slow, deliberate torture that left him trembling. He could feel the heat building inside him, a coil of tension that threatened to snap with every stroke of the professor’s tongue. “Please,” Eric breathed, his voice barely audible, though he wasn’t sure what he was asking for—more, or for it to never end.
Professor Carter seemed to understand. His hands slid up to Eric’s calves, gripping them firmly as he pressed his face more insistently against Eric’s foot. His tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles, tracing patterns over the fabric that made Eric’s breath hitch. The professor’s own breathing was heavy now, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he lost himself in the act. “You’re perfect,” he murmured against Eric’s socked foot, his voice rough with need. “Every inch of you.”
Eric’s body was on fire, every nerve alight with the intensity of the moment. He could feel the wetness of the professor’s tongue through the cotton, the way it clung to his skin as it moved. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the electric connection between them. Eric’s hips shifted restlessly, his arousal undeniable as he gave himself over completely to the sensation. “Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desperation. And Professor Carter didn’t, his devotion unwavering as he continued to worship Eric’s feet with a fervor that left them both breathless.
“Your turn,” Eric said hoarsely, pulling Professor Carter up to sit beside him.
The professor didn’t need to be asked twice. He kicked off his Chelsea boots, revealing his own black cotton socks. Eric knelt on the floor now, his hands trembling as he reached for Professor Carter’s feet. He pressed his face against the fabric, breathing in the musky scent that made his head spin.
Eric’s tongue darted out, tracing the arch of Professor Carter’s foot through the soft black cotton sock. The fabric was warm against his lips, carrying the faint musk of the professor’s skin, a scent that made Eric’s head swim with desire. He pressed his face closer, inhaling deeply, the aroma filling his senses like an intoxicating perfume. His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, following the curve of the arch before sliding down to the ball of the foot, where the fabric was slightly damp from the professor’s earlier movements. Eric groaned softly, the taste and smell overwhelming him in the best way possible.
Professor Carter let out a low, guttural moan, his head falling back against the couch as he surrendered to the sensation. His fingers gripped the edge of the cushion, knuckles whitening as Eric continued his worship. “God, Eric,” he breathed, his voice rough and strained. “You have no idea how good that feels.” Eric didn’t respond with words—he couldn’t. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, his tongue now exploring the contours of the professor’s toes through the sock. He could feel the shape of each digit beneath the fabric, and he lingered there, savoring every detail.
The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, each exhale mingling with the occasional gasp or moan that escaped their lips. Eric’s hands moved to cradle Professor Carter’s foot, his thumbs pressing into the sole in slow, circular motions. The professor shuddered, his body arching slightly as the dual sensations of Eric’s tongue and hands sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. “Don’t stop,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but laced with urgency. Eric didn’t need to be told twice. He increased the pressure of his thumbs, kneading the sole with firm, deliberate strokes while his tongue continued its exploration.
As Eric worked, he couldn’t help but notice how perfect Professor Carter’s feet were—the way the socks hugged every curve, the way the fabric clung to his skin, accentuating every detail. He pulled back for a moment, just long enough to press his nose against the arch and inhale deeply again. The scent was stronger now, more concentrated, and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to Eric’s core. He let out a shaky breath before diving back in, his tongue now tracing the outline of each toe through the sock, his lips brushing against the fabric in soft, reverent kisses.
Professor Carter’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Eric’s ministrations pushed him closer to the edge. “Eric,” he gasped, his voice trembling with need. “You’re driving me crazy.” Eric glanced up briefly, meeting the professor’s darkened gaze, and felt a surge of pride at the sight of him so undone. He returned his attention to the foot in his hands, his tongue now sliding along the underside of the toes, teasing the sensitive skin there. The professor let out a strangled moan, his hips shifting restlessly against the couch as he struggled to maintain control.
The air between them was thick with tension, charged with an electric energy that neither of them could ignore. Eric’s own arousal was undeniable now, his body responding eagerly to every sound and movement from Professor Carter. But he forced himself to focus, to savor every moment of this intimate act. He pressed one last kiss to the arch of the professor’s foot before pulling back slightly, his hands still massaging the sole. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Professor Carter reached down, his fingers tangling in Eric’s hair as he pulled him up for a searing kiss, their shared passion igniting anew.
When they finally pulled apart, their faces flushed and their bodies thrumming with arousal, Professor Carter reached for Eric’s hand. “We have to do this again,” he said, his voice rough with need.
Eric nodded, his heart racing. “Definitely.”
Their lips met in a heated kiss, the taste of wine and desire mingling between them. As they deepened the kiss, their hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. The anticipation of what was to come hung heavy in the air, neither of them willing to pull away just yet.
“Stay,” Professor Carter murmured against Eric’s lips.
Eric didn’t hesitate. “I will.”
Professor Carter’s hands slid down Eric’s chest as they stumbled toward the bedroom, their breaths mingling in the dimly lit hallway. The older man’s lips grazed Eric’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “You’re exquisite,” Carter murmured, his voice low and hungry. Eric’s heart pounded as he felt the professor’s urgency, his own desire rising to match it.
They pushed through the bedroom door, and Carter wasted no time, guiding Eric to the bed with a firm yet tender grip. Eric lay back, his socked feet propped up on Carter’s broad shoulders. The professor’s eyes gleamed with arousal as he leaned down, inhaling deeply. The scent of Eric’s patterned socks filled the air, a mix of cotton and the faint musk of a long day. Carter’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Perfect,” he whispered, his voice dripping with need.
Eric’s breath hitched as Carter began to explore his feet, his tongue tracing the arch through the fabric of his socks. The sensation was electric, each lick sending jolts of pleasure through Eric’s body. He gripped the sheets tightly, his moans escaping in ragged bursts. “God, yes,” Eric murmured, his hips lifting slightly off the bed.
Carter’s hands gripped Eric’s ankles, holding him steady as he deepened his worship. He pressed his nose into the sole of Eric’s socked foot, inhaling deeply before letting his tongue glide over the damp fabric. The taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and warmth that drove Carter wild. He pulled one sock down just enough to expose the top of Eric’s foot, his lips trailing kisses along the sensitive skin before sliding the sock back into place.
“You taste incredible,” Carter growled, his voice rough with desire. He shifted his attention to Eric’s other foot, his tongue dragging along the seams of the sock, teasing every inch. Eric’s breath came in short gasps, his body trembling under the relentless attention. “Fuck, Professor,” he groaned, his hands clenching the sheets tighter.
Carter chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against Eric’s ankle. “Call me James,” he purred, his eyes locking onto Eric’s. The younger man nodded, his lips parting in a silent plea for more. Carter obliged, his tongue darting out to trace the outline of Eric’s big toe through the sock. The sensation was maddening, Eric’s hips bucking as he struggled to contain himself.
“James,” Eric whispered, his voice trembling. “I need… more.”
Carter’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he stood, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt while keeping his own socks firmly in place. Eric watched, his gaze lingering on the professor’s muscular chest and the dark trail of hair leading down to his waistband. Carter’s pants followed, pooling at his feet, but his socks remained, the fabric clinging to his strong calves.
Eric’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He quickly stripped off his shirt and jeans, leaving his patterned socks untouched. The sight of their nearly naked bodies, socks still on, was almost too much to bear. Carter climbed onto the bed, straddling Eric’s hips as he leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
Their tongues tangled, the taste of wine and desire fueling their passion. Carter’s hands roamed over Eric’s chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his abs before dipping lower. Eric gasped as Carter’s fingers brushed against his aching erection, the fabric of his socks rubbing against the professor’s thighs.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Carter growled, his lips trailing down Eric’s neck. His hands slid down to grip Eric’s socked feet once more, lifting them to rest on his shoulders. “I want to feel every inch of you,” he murmured, his voice husky with need.
Eric moaned as Carter’s lips found his feet again, his tongue lapping at the fabric with a fervor that left Eric dizzy. The professor’s hands gripped his ankles, holding him steady as he worshipped every inch of Eric’s socked feet. The sensation was overwhelming, Eric’s body writhing under the relentless attention.
“James,” Eric gasped, his voice breaking. “Please… I need you.”
Carter’s eyes darkened with desire as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Eric’s ear. “Tell me what you want,” he purred, his breath hot against Eric’s skin.
“Fuck me,” Eric whispered, his voice trembling with need. “I want you inside me.”
Carter’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it between them before teasing Eric’s entrance. Eric’s breath hitched, his hips lifting as Carter’s fingers pressed inside, stretching him carefully.
“You’re so tight,” Carter murmured, his voice thick with desire. He added another finger, scissoring them gently as he kissed Eric’s socked feet. The sensation was almost too much, Eric’s moans filling the room as he clenched around Carter’s fingers.
“I’m ready,” Eric gasped, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. “Please, James… I need you.”
Carter’s eyes locked onto Eric’s as he slicked himself with lube, his cock throbbing with need. He positioned himself at Eric’s entrance, his socked feet brushing against Eric’s thighs as he pushed inside slowly. Eric’s breath caught in his throat, his body welcoming Carter as he sank deeper.
“Fuck,” Carter groaned, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. “You feel incredible.”
Eric’s moans mingled with Carter’s as they moved together, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of desire. Carter’s hands gripped Eric’s socked feet, holding them steady as he picked up the pace. The friction of their socks rubbing against each other added another layer of sensation, driving them both closer to the edge.
“James,” Eric gasped, his nails digging into the sheets. “Don’t stop.”
Carter’s thrusts became harder, faster, his hips slamming into Eric’s with a force that left them both breathless. Eric’s cock twitched between them, pre-cum pooling on his stomach as he teetered on the brink of orgasm. Carter’s lips found his socked feet once more, his tongue lapping at the fabric as he drove into Eric with unrelenting force.
“Come for me,” Carter growled, his voice rough with need.
Eric’s body trembled as he obeyed, his release crashing over him in waves. Carter’s own orgasm followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside Eric. They clung to each other, their breaths mingling as they rode out the aftershocks of their passion.
For a long moment, they lay tangled together, their socks still clinging to their feet. Carter’s lips brushed against Eric’s ear, his voice soft yet filled with promise. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured.
Eric’s heart raced as he nodded, his body still humming with pleasure. “Me neither,” he whispered, his lips curling into a smile. He felt Carter’s weight shift slightly, the warmth of their bodies pressed together in the aftermath of their passion. Eric’s socked feet, now damp with sweat and saliva, still rested on Carter’s shoulders, the professor’s hands lazily tracing the arches through the fabric. The sensation was soothing yet tantalizing, a reminder of the intensity they’d just shared.
Carter’s lips brushed against Eric’s neck, his breath hot and teasing. “You’re insatiable,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. His fingers continued to explore Eric’s socked feet, sliding along the seams and pressing into the soles with a gentleness that sent shivers through Eric’s body. “I can’t get enough of these,” Carter admitted, his tongue darting out to taste the damp fabric once more. Eric moaned softly, his hips twitching as the sensation reignited his arousal.
The professor chuckled darkly, his hands sliding up Eric’s legs to grip his thighs. “You’re trembling,” he observed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “I thought I wore you out.” Eric shook his head, his eyes locking onto Carter’s with a mixture of exhaustion and undeniable hunger. “Not even close,” he breathed, his hands reaching out to pull Carter closer. Their chests pressed together, skin slick with sweat, as Carter leaned down to capture Eric’s lips in a searing kiss.
Their tongues tangled, the taste of desire and need fueling their connection. Carter’s hands roamed over Eric’s body, tracing every curve and dip with a possessiveness that left Eric gasping. “You’re mine,” Carter growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. Eric nodded eagerly, his hips lifting slightly off the bed in silent plea for more. “Yours,” he whispered, his voice trembling with need.
Carter’s lips trailed down Eric’s chest, his teeth grazing over sensitive skin before settling on his socked feet once more. The professor’s tongue dragged over the fabric, his hands gripping Eric’s ankles tightly. “I’m going to make you forget everything but me,” Carter promised, his voice rough with desire. Eric’s breath hitched, his body arching as Carter’s lips found the damp sole of his foot, his tongue tracing every inch with a fervor that left Eric dizzy.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, Carter worshipping Eric’s feet with a devotion that bordered on obsession. Eric’s moans filled the room, his body trembling under the relentless attention. “James,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “I’m so close…” Carter’s eyes darkened with desire as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Eric’s ear. “Then come for me,” he purred, his voice rough with need. Eric’s body shuddered as he obeyed, his release crashing over him in waves.
Professor Carter’s own climax followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside Eric. They clung to each other, their breaths mingling as they rode out the aftershocks of their passion. For a long moment, they lay tangled together, their socks still clinging to their feet. Carter’s lips brushed against Eric’s ear, his voice soft yet filled with promise. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured. Eric’s heart raced as he nodded, his body still humming with pleasure. “Me neither,” he whispered, his lips curling into a smile.
