The Professor
My life was going pretty well, I have to say. I was recognized for my academic insight in the area of physics, and at 42, I was already a tenored professor at Nebraska. My wife and I met while I was in grad school, and we’ve been married for 15 years. She is also a professor here, and we have two children. Our son is 10, and our daughter is 7. We are both satisfied in our careers, love each other and our children very much, and have pretty much the perfect life.
The only wrinkle in our perfect life is my hidden secret: I’m attracted to guys. Well, that’s not 100% true. I’m attracted to big, muscular guys. My freshman year in college, my roommate was a big defensive back for our football team, and he seduced me and fucked me regularly. I don’t really care about smaller guys, but big, masculine, built guys make me weak. After college, I decided I didn’t want to live that life, and so I met and married my wife, and we built our family.
My primary role at the University is to oversee and mentor grad students as they are working on thesis projects. I also teach two classes of upper level physics that is a required course for some of the science and engineering degrees. Most of the students in those classes are smart, studious, and nerdy. I’ve had a few of the girls in those classes try to flirt with me to get better grades, but all in all, not a lot of temptation there. Unfortunately, I also am contracted to teach one intro physics class that is a core science requirement for most students. The only benefit that I get to that class is that I often get to teach football players and other studs on campus, so there is plenty of eye candy that come through my classroom doors.
Each semester of my intro class, I find myself picking out the hottest guy in the class, and finding out who he is. His image is often the fodder for getting aroused when my wife and I have sex. This semester, I have a stud in my class named Justin. I noticed him the first day. I couldn’t help but notice him. He was on the football team, and walked with a confident swagger that just made him look even sexier. He reminded me very much of my roommate in college, and I could feel myself yearning to get fucked again the way he used to fuck me. God forbid he ever flirts with me to get a better grade. I don’t think I could say no!
As the semester wore on, I kept an eye on Justin, both in class and in the gradebook. He wasn’t stupid, but I could tell that he wasn’t getting some of the concepts. Most of the football players that take my class just coast through, happy to pass with a D, and I expected the same of Justin. So I was surprised when he showed up one Thursday during my posted office hours, asking me to help him better understand thermodynamics! He stepped in the door of my office, and I couldn’t help but stare for a second, my eyes taking in his muscled form. He was wearing a tank top and some gym shorts. His massive arms were bare, revealing the strength in his biceps, and his massive pecs pushed the shirt out. He was a perfect picture of masculine musculature in the prime of his life, and I stared!
After a couple of awkward seconds of me just admiring his young manly body, I realized I was staring and silent. I collected myself, and welcomed him in, still surprised that he would come by my office at all! “What can I do for you, Justin?” I asked, regaining my composure.
Justin smirked quickly, cocking his head to the side, before he answered my question. I realized that I had just admitted that I already knew his name, although that wasn’t that unusual. Professors often try to know their students by name, and Justin was well known around campus because of his place on the football team. I decided then, though, that I needed to be more guarded with him. I could get fired messing around with a student, and I didn’t want that or to make him feel uncomfortable in my office.
“I’m struggling with thermodynamics,” he finally said, stepping into the office and sitting down in one of the two chairs across from my desk.
“Well, let’s see what we can do about that,” I answered him, standing and walking around the desk to sit in the other chair next to him. I grabbed my iPad and pulled up the class notes where we had covered the concepts of thermodynamics. I was surprised that he was actually paying attention as I tutored him. I would stop to ask questions to see if he was understanding, and he was able to answer them intelligently. Maybe he wasn’t just a dumb jock after all. Maybe he did care about his grades and doing well in my class. The further we went, the more I liked Justin. Finishing up our journey through the concepts, he told me that this helped and he felt he could finish the homework problems I had assigned.
I smiled, glad to feel like I had helped a student, and without thinking I reached over and patted his shoulder to congratulate him as I said, “Thanks for coming by for help, Justin! I appreciate students who take their work seriously.” But even as I was saying it, my hand that touched his shoulder felt the solid muscle underneath it, and before I could stop myself, I gripped it and massaged it, entranced with his body. It was as if I couldn’t will my hand to stop touching him, to move away. My eyes couldn’t stop wandering all over his body. I could smell his masculine scent, a mix of cologne and pheromones that was already causing my own cock to stir. We sat there, the only movement my hand on his shoulder, for what felt like an eternity, the silence deafening as he watched me take in his body. Justin was the first to speak.
“Thanks for your time, professor,” he said, breaking the silence. “But you know, on thinking about it, there may be one more thing you can help me with.” Saying that he stood up and reached behind me to shut my office door. I was alone, with this stud, in a closed office. I looked up at his face, searching for his intentions, but my eyes were drawn back down as he stood, seeing the growing tent of his cock under his gym shorts. After he shut the door, Justin just stood there, letting me look for a moment. I couldn’t take my eyes off that meat that was growing before my eyes, the cloth of his shorts the only thing between us.
Finally, Justin took my chin in his hand, and broke the silence saying, “You know, professor, my eyes are up here.”
Oh my God, what am I doing? I quickly sought the best way to diffuse the situation. “Justin, I don’t know what you think is going on…” I began, but already he was moving, grabbing my hand and placing it on his bulge. I trailed off as my hand came in contact with the warm and hardening mound in his shorts. I couldn’t stop myself from kneading his cock, moving my hand down its length as it stretched down his leg.
“What’s going on, professor,” Justin said, his deep voice sounding soft and sultry, “is that deep down you think I’m hot. You like my muscles, you like my alpha personality, you even like that I’m taking control of this situation. You may be a married dad out there, but in here you want me. So I’m giving you what you secretly want.” He was saying the things I couldn’t admit out loud. He was taking control, just like my old roommate had done, and I wanted nothing more than to give in. Justin paused, watching my face take in his words, before he continued, “And what you want is to be my bitch.”
“Justin, I don’t think we should…” I tried again. I wanted to resist, to be faithful to my wife, to not jeopardize my job. I couldn’t be seduced by a student. I couldn’t give in to the urges I felt when around these alpha studs. I want to do the right thing. But even as the war of right and wrong is waging in my mind, Justin pulled the waistband of his shorts down, hooking it under his balls. Suddenly, I was faced with his impressive 8 inch cock, inches from my mouth. My words failed me, my mind couldn’t remember why I shouldn’t do this as he grabbed my head with his hands and guided my mouth onto his cock. I opened my mouth automatically, taking him into me and began sucking the cock of one of the sexiest students to ever enter my classroom.
“You don’t think we should what, professor?” Justin asked as his cock moved further in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, watching him smirk as the reality of what I was doing came crashing down on me. I tried to pull back, to make this stop, but he held me firm on his cock. I couldn’t get away. I probably didn’t really try that hard, to be honest.“I’m just kidding, professor,” he said more softly, then continued: “We both want this, so let’s just enjoy our time, shall we? I’m a man with needs, and you’re the bitch who can take care of my needs.”
My eyes dropped back down, taking in his impressive chest as I once again began sucking on his impressive cock. He may only be a sophomore, but his body and dick were all man. I began bobbing back and forth, taking more and more in, loving the taste and the firmness of his cock in my mouth. I missed this intimacy with an alpha man, this knowing my place as his personal cocksucker. Remembering all the times that I had sucked on my roommate’s cock, I oddly wondered where he was now, and If I should try to find him and rekindle what we had in college? My mind quickly returned to the matter at hand as I sucked him in, taking him into my throat. My roommate taught me how to control my gag reflex, and it came back as easy as riding a bike. I was good at throating cock, and Justin quickly realized he was with an expert.
I felt his hands on the sides of my head as he began to face fuck me, thrusting his cock all the way in and down into my throat, the pulling out only to return balls deeps, over and over again. I timed my breathing with his fuck rhythm. The only sound in the office was the slurp of his cock moving in and out of my mouth and throat. I was so into the moment that I temporarily forgot where we were!
A knock on my office door brought me back to reality, and I panicked! “Professor?” a female voice asked through the closed door. Justin held me on his cock, not allowing me to pull back. My head was impaled and I couldn’t answer her if I wanted to.
Justin answered for me: “Office hours are over today. Come back tomorrow.” I heard her footsteps walking away, while I remained still, on my knees, the cock of this stud buried in my throat.
“That was close!” Justin said, smirking as I looked up in his eyes. “Maybe I should lock the door too!” he said, reaching over and turning the lock, promising more privacy for the remainder of our session. He proceeded then to return to fucking my face, the sounds of my submission to him echoing through the room. He began to speed up, until finally he held himself still all the way in and I felt his cock spasming on my tongue as he blasted a couple of shots of cum straight down my throat. After the first three shots, he pulled up, and I got to taste the remainder of his load as he deposited it on my tongue. It was delicious! I don’t know what this stud eats, but his cum was sweet and salty at the same time. I remember thinking I wish I could make a dipping sauce that tasted like his cum! I was so proud that I was able to get him off, and grateful to be able to suck the cock of an alpha football stud once again.
Once he finished shooting his load, Justin pulled me up by grabbing under my arms and lifting me as if I weighed nothing. I stood there, looking at him, my own cock hard as a rock under my khaki pants. I didn’t know what he wanted next, but it was clear he was in charge. He looked me over, running his hands over my clothed body, taking me in. After looking me over, Justin stepped forward and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. Then, in the sexiest moment of my life up to that point, he took me in a passionate kiss. I had no choice but to go with him, to kiss him back. He was a great kisser! My knees went weak and my arms grabbed onto his body, my own body submitting and melting into him. I wanted to become one with this stud. I wanted to touch and be touched by as much of him as possible. I couldn’t get enough of his incredible body! I don’t know how long we made out, but I could have stayed there forever. Finally, though, he stepped back and let me go.
“We are definitely going to have to do that again,” Justin said, smiling at me. He then grabbed me and turned me around, bending me over my own desk as he added, “In fact, next time we’re going to have to see what this ass can do!” I groaned as I felt him smack my ass. I was carried away by the memory of my roommate treating me the same way. I couldn’t wait to feel Justin take my ass! I was panting as I lay bent over the desk, waiting on Justin to let me up.
“What do you have planned tonight?” he asked as he pressed his crotch against my upturned ass.
“I usually go for a run around the campus at about 8, so probably that…” I trailed off as I looked back in lust at the stud that was holding me down.
“Why don’t you run by my place, then,” he asked, “so we can pick up where we left off.”
Justin gave me his dorm and room number, then grabbed my phone and unlocked it by holding it in front of my face for the face ID. He added himself as a contact in my phone, then sent himself a text from my phone so had my number. I couldn’t believe his boldness, his confidence. I just lay prone there on my desk as he began to take over my life.
“Text me when you’re on your way,” he said when finished as he ground against my ass.”That way I can get my roommate out of the apartment before you come over.” I could only nod my agreement. Finally, he let me stand up, then he grabbed me and turned me around, pulling me once more into a passionate kiss. Letting me go, he stepped to the door, unlocked it and opened it to step out in the hall.
“Thank you,” I said, blushing as he stepped out. Justin smiled as he walked out of the door.
Would I follow through? I had an out. I could say that my family needed me. I could say that I wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t run tonight. I could think of a million ways to get out of my run and subsequent fuck at Justin. But deep down, the pull of taking his cock was too great. We ate dinner as a family, let my food settle and helped the kids with homework, and then changed into my running clothes at about 10 minutes to 8. Kissing my wife goodbye, I stepped out of the door and into the evening air. I grabbed my phone and shot Justin a text: “Leaving home now. be there in 10.”
Exactly 10 minutes later, I was standing in the hall of his dorm, just outside his door. Knocking on it meant that I would get fucked. Before I could wimp out, before my brain could tell me the thousand reasons why a professor should not be visiting a student to get fucked, I reached my hand up and knocked. Justin opened it, and I knew I made the right decision! He was standing in just his gym shorts, no shirt to cover his incredible chest. He didn’t look like he was wearing any underwear either, as his cock was bulging out of the front of his cotton shorts obscenely. He was hot, and he knew it. He smirked at me as he stood back, welcoming me into his room. As I walked in, he grabbed my arm, shutting the door and pushing me back against it, covering me with his massive body as he dominated me in another of his passionate kisses. I relaxed into his embrace as his hands were all over me, ultimately grabbing my ass and kneading the globes as he covered my mouth with his own. For my part, I was running my hands all over his muscles, feeling his strength, his power, knowing I wanted him to control my body and give me the pleasure I’ve been missing for so long!
Finally, pulling back, he asked, “When does the wife expect you back?”
“I’m usually gone for about an hour, so we’ve got about 40 minutes before I need to start heading back,” I answered breathlessly.
He grabbed my hand then, leading me into his bedroom, smiling at me as he said, “Well, then let’s get you fucked.”
Once we were in Justin’s room, he didn’t waste any time. He moved me in front of him, my back against his chest, then pressed me down onto his bed, my ass presented to him as he knelt behind me. I felt him grab my shorts and pull them down, revealing my jockstrap covered ass. I smiled as I imagined his reaction to my round ass, framed by the straps, the ultimate admission that I wanted to be fucked by this stud! I heard him growl as he dove his face between my cheeks, rimming my hole with his powerful tongue. I could feel my ass getting wet from his spit as he shoved more and more of it up my hole. Just like everything else sexual, he was a master at rimming. I could have stayed right there all night, letting him eat me out! He was much better than my roommate had ever been! I couldn’t stop moaning and cursing, verbally letting him know how good he was making me feel!
Sooner than I would have liked, I felt him pull back and stand. I heard the top of the lube bottle pop open and felt the cool sensation as he dribbled some on my ass. Looking back over my shoulder, I watched him slick up his 8 in cock and then press it against my asshole. Pushing out and back, suddenly half his cock slid into my hole! I gasped, tensing up. I knew it would hurt because it had been awhile, but I could also already begin to feel the pleasure building. I relaxed my ass as he held still. Feeling me relax, he pressed forward, uttering calming statements like, “Relax, professor. Let me in. Just breathe and relax.” With one final thrust, he pressed all the way in, impaling my ass fully on his incredible cock. I gasped again as my hole clamped down on his cock, surrendered to the alpha stud that was taking me.
Soon, Justin began a gentle thrusting that very quickly accelerated to full in and out pounding of my married ass. I could not stop moaning, and groaning, becoming more and more verbal the more he pounded me. “Yes!” I hissed. “More, more, harder, yes!” I was already growing to love the cock that had invaded my ass. Then, Justin did something that made this entire experience the most erotic and incredible sex of my life. In my mind, there was always the knowledge that he was my student. That was taboo enough, I thought. But Justin took that to the next level when he suddenly asked, “So professor, what grade would you give my understanding of the thermodynamics of your ass?” He punctuated each syllable of “thermodynamics” with a jab of his cock in my hole, my prostate buzzing with over stimulation.
“Fuck…” I yelled out. “A+, buddy!” I loved the tying of our sex with the dynamic of student teacher, and the introduction of grade talk just made it hotter. The sex was heightened for both of us by the fact that he was the student, fucking the teacher without remorse. The combination of his masterful pounding of my hole and his fuck talk sent me over the edge, and I came all over his sheets as he relentlessly pounded my ass.
He rode my ass hard for another five minutes or so, until I felt him speed up and then thrust hard up into me. I could feel his cock spasm in my ass, and a wet warmth filled me as he bred my ass with his load. “Yeah, bitch! Take my load!” he growled out he came up my ass. I just groaned as he bred me. After holding still for a moment, Justin then pulled back and out and stood up.
I moved to gingerly stand as well. As I did, I felt Justin step up behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest and pulling me back against his bigger chest. I turned my head to look back at him, and he met me in a sloppy kiss.
After he broke the kiss, Justin must have seen the puddle of my cum on his bed. He turned his head to say in my ear, “Looks like the professor had a good time getting taken by the football player!” I trembled as his deep voice reverberated next to my ear, his breath on my neck. I was putty in this boy’s arms.
I left his dorm a truly satisfied bottom bitch, my ass full of a fresh load of cum from an alpha football stud. Moreover, this stud was a student in my class! I thanked him for the fuck, and then proceeded to run back home. I arrived home sweaty, but not from my normal run! I headed straight for the shower when I got home, washing the smell of sex, and the smell of Justin, off of my body. My wife was none the wiser. We tucked our kids in, watched some TV, and I slept soundly that night, the way a man can sleep only after he’s been truly and royally fucked.
After that semester, Justin and I continued to hook up. He fucked me all over that campus, most times in my office. My favorite position was on my back, watching his incredible body work as he thrust into me, watching his face as I submitted to his need.
Once, when my wife and kids were visiting her parents, we spent the weekend together, him fucking me in the bed where we had made our children! If I could get pregnant, I’d be carrying Justin’s babies. I was his bitch while he was a student, and he’s even come back and fucked me while visiting as an alumni at games, too!
Better yet, his reawakening of my desire to submit to a masculine man inspired me to reach out and reconnect with my college roommate. He’s visiting town tonight, staying in a hotel. We agreed to meet for dinner, and I told my wife not to wait up because we have some catching up to do!
This story is the bottom's version of On the Prowl (2).
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