Graduate School Professor

When I was in my early 20’s, I was working full-time and going to graduate school part-time. One of my classes was on a weekday evening in the city. The professor of this class was a man in his mid-30’s, of Italian descent, over 6’ tall, dark brown wavy hair, goatee, beautiful brown eyes, and striking hood looks. He wore a gold wedding ring. He’d also wear a button-down shirt without an undershirt, top 2 buttons undone exposing a gold chain and thick dark curly chest hair. I was smitten with him, and hung on every word uttered out of his sexy mouth.

A few weeks after the semester began, this professor began to engage in small talk with me before class and during our break. I was by far the youngest student in the class, and he took a liking to me. I was elated. As we talked, he learned that I drove into the city for class each week and he lived in a town on my way home. I offered him a ride, as he usually took the train and then a taxi from the train to his home.

So, on the second week, as we drove out of the tunnel, and towards the suburbs, he placed his hand on my thigh and began rubbing it, while continuing our casual conversation. I was very surprised, but I didn’t stop him. We continued driving, and he continued rubbing my thigh, and then I dropped him home. 

On the 3rd week, as soon as we were both in the car, and sitting down, he leaned over and surprised me with a kiss, tongue and all. He was very passionate and said he’d wanted to do that since the first day of class. At that point in my life I hadn’t had much experience kissing men, and I liked it. I liked feeling his scruffy goatee on my smooth face. After we broke our embrace, I started the car, and began driving home. The entire time he was rubbing my thigh, and when I took my right hand off the wheel, he grabbed if, and held my hand. Later on towards the suburbs, he moved my hand and placed it right on his crotch. Through his pants, I could feel a very hard erection, and I gently squeezed and rubbed his pants. He closed his eyes and moaned.

We were just 10 minutes from his home when he pulled down his zipper and I felt my way through the fly of his pants and boxers and my hand wrapped around his cock. It was very warm to the touch, and I could barely wrap my entire fist and it. It must have easily been 8”, and I still remember rubbing my finger onto the slit and rubbing all of that leaking precum. His mushroom head was bulbous and intimidating. It was very difficult to keep my eyes on the road and my left hand on the steering wheel. When I exited the parkway, my professor asked if I’d ever sucked a dick before. I said yes a couple of times. Then he said, I’d love to feel your pink lips around my cock. And then he instructed me to pull into an empty parking lot. He pulled his pants down from his waist and pushed my head down. I opened wide and he pushed me down harder until my nose was buried in his thick wiry pubes. It was a sea of hair. It may have been the shortest blow job in history because in less than a minute, I felt his cock twitching in my throat, and jets of hot cum were shooting into my mouth. When we finished, I picked my head to, he said “thanks”, left the car, and I was left asking myself what the fuck had just happened?

I did go right home afterwards and with the taste of his cum in my mouth, I shot a massive load all over my chest and stomach. I ate my load and fell asleep.

The next week came and when I arrived to class a little early, he was there with other students, and it felt like he was ignoring me. I know I was turning red, maybe from anger or embarrassment. The class began and even when I’d raise my hand to answer a question, I was ignored. Or when I tried to engage in the class discussion, he’d shut me down. I’m sure the class wondered what was going on between us, as was I!  When I offered him a ride home, he refused. I drove him bitter and angry.

The next week I showed up for class a little late. I was thinking of hot going at all. I snuck in and took a seat towards the back, once again silenced. At our 10 minute break, I headed to the restroom to take a leak, and the professor pulls up next to me at the urinal. We are alone and as he’s pissing he says, “you’re driving me home tonight, faggot. My wife’s out of town. Hope you like to get fucked”. He flushed and walks away.

I started shaking, this felt wrong, but my dick was so hard, all 7”. I couldn’t get my erection to go down during the rest of class. I was imagining seeing this man without a shirt, and it made me leak. Class finally finished. We collected our things and walked in silence to my car. We got inside and he said, “listen faggot, don’t get any ideas. I like to fuck around with boys when I can. I pegged you for a faggot when you couldn’t take your eyes off me that first day of class. I knew I’d get your mouth and ass. Tonight I’m getting both. Drive. Quickly”

He was stern and I drove faster than usual. He placed my hand on his dick to keep me motivated. I parked in his driveway. He opened the door and walked upstairs. “Let’s go” he said. I followed him into his bedroom. I noticed a bottle of astroglide on one of the nightstands. He threw a towel onto the bed, then he began to strip, and I think I orgasned in my underwear seeing his ripped shoulders and arms, and those pecs full of manly chest hair, and it trailed down to his abs where it fanned out, and that thick bush. Standing straight up was that mighty 8” cock in all its glory. I couldn’t move, I was in awe.

He barked at me, “get naked, boy, and get over here”. I did. Then he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it between his hairy pecs and he rubbed my face in it. He said, “that’s what you wanted, right boy. You like the feel of a real man”. Then I was set free and went to work on his nipples with my tongue, biting in them with my teeth. He then lifted his arm and pushed my face into each pit letting me lap up the savory musk and I inhaled deeply.

“Time to work that throat faggot. On your knees”. He pushed me down and I grabbed onto each hairy tree trunk- thick thigh and opened my mouth. He began to slow fuck my mouth, inching deeper into my throat, eventually penetrating through. I began gagging, and there was lots of heavy drool. This went on for a good amount of time before he pulled out. My jaw ached, my throat was sore, he used me orally, and challenged my limits.

He patted his hand on the mattress and said, “get up here, boy”. As I hopped onto the mattress he asked,”you take dick in your ass before”? I told him “once”, not wanting to tell him it had been a few more times than that. He replied, “well, not quite a virgin hole, but close enough”. He reached into the drawer to pull out a Magnum, tore it open, and rolled it down his shaft.

He hopped onto the mattress with me and opened the Astroglide. While on my back, he wet his fingers and my tight hole and began to rub one than two fingers inside. I was moaning, his fingers felt good and I reached up to feel his chest hair in my fingers. He moved into position and placed my feet on his pecs, leaned down, which opened my ass, and pushed inside. I let out a cry and covered my mouth with his hand and said “shhhh read boy”. After a minute, the pain subsided, and he speared my ass open, thrusting harder and deeper. He said, “this pussy is tighter than my wife’s”, then he leaned in to kiss me. I was in heaven, I grabbed onto his hairy muscles ass to feel him flex and drive his manhood inside me.

I could feel him getting ready to burst, his muscles were tensing and he was breathing heavier and moaning loudly. I was too. He pulled out, ripped off the condom, climbed up to my face and said, “open your mouth”. He proceeded to give me my very first facial. Cum did land inside my mouth, but I also took some in my hair, my cheeks, in my eye, on my chin. I wanted to wear him all night!

After he came, he said,”time to go boy. I’m sure your parents must be wondering where you are”. He pulled his boxers on and I began to put my pants back on. When I reached for the towel to wipe off my face he grabbed it from me and said, “no boy. Something did you to remember me by” then chuckled as he watched me finish dressing. I let myself out.

I lived only 10 min from the professor and hoped nobody was still awake. I didn’t want to clean my face. I wanted to use what was left of the wet cum on my face as lube to jack off with and I wanted more of it to it. I slowly walked inside and nobody was awake. I ran up to my bedroom and locked the door. Once naked, I began to finger my gaping hole and used that cum all up as planned. Another wild orgasm, as the first blast landed behind me and onto my headboard! It was a strong and wild one, and it left me exhausted, so I went to sleep.

In the morning after I showered, shaved, and dressed, my parents asked where o had been last night. I told them the professor had invited me for a coffee and I didn’t want to be rude so I stayed awhile.

After that fuck, there were a couple more times that I sucked him off in the parking lot before driving him home. On the last week of class, his wife was away, and I was fucked a second time. He still didn’t treat me very well during class, but I did get an A+. I realize now, years later, that faggots are not equal to men, so it all makes prefect sense. My professor saw in me what I did not at the time, that my purpose is to serve men.