Office Hours
Now that he knew what Alex had gone through while he was away, Matthew regretted his decision to study abroad. He decided that, from now on, he would prioritize his best friend over everything. In the meantime, there was someone else he had to take care of ….
Matthew showed up at his teacher’s office unannounced. After he got back from their trip to the beach, the kid felt that something was missing, so he came to find out what it was.
Professor Hubbard was busy at his desk and didn’t look up until he heard the door lock. Though he was pleased to see who it was, he had a lot of papers to grade.
"Matthew, what are you doing here?"
As he approached his teacher, Matthew felt that words weren't necessary. On his own free will, the college student reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing his washboard abs.
Although the kid’s sudden behavior surprised him, Professor Hubbard didn’t mind the view.
“The last time we hung out, didn’t you say you wanted another blow job?”
"Matthew, you don't have to do this …."
But it was too late. Matthew had already gotten down on his knees. He was here for one reason and one reason only, to please his crush in the worst way.
After releasing the monster inside of the old man’s pants, Matthew stared at the menacing head in front of him.
As his tongue slid against the full length, Matthew felt how hard and throbbing it had become. There was even a unique, intoxicating taste to it. With his tongue, the kid traced the surface of it from the base to the tip.
Slow and steady, Matthew took his time. With the tip of his tongue, he expertly teased the triangular region below the slit. Then his lips surrounded the head and traveled down the sides, causing his math teacher to squirm in his seat.
"Fuck, Matthew. This feels good.”
Professor Hubbard urged his student to continue. This was payback for the self-control that he had exhibited during their trip to the beach, particularly when they slept on the same bed and didn’t have sex that night.
Matthew started bobbing his head up and down in his teacher’s lap, each time going about two-thirds of the way down the pole.
“Damn! You’re good at this.”
Eventually, the kid felt a hand on the back of his head, guiding him to go deeper and to stay longer once his lips reached the pubes. This caused Matthew to gag, which was exactly what his teacher wanted.
“Fuck … don’t stop.”
The danger and thrill of doing it in his office excited Professor Hubbard. Matthew was his student. The kid hung out with the jocks and was popular with the girls. And here was the same confident youth on his knees, giving him incredible head during office hours.
The intense pleasure went on like it would never end. However, as much as he wanted to maintain it, Professor Hubbard could not. Twenty minutes got him over the edge, and the climax was by far the best part.
“Fuck … I’m close!”
When he crossed the point of no return, Professor Hubbard erupted with an intensity that he himself did not expect. He pulled out and shot multiple times, coating Matthew’s chest and neck with his load. After catching his breath, he looked down to see the kid looking back up at him.
"You don't think this makes me gay, do you?”
Professor Hubbard: “...”
Matthew wiped himself clean and left. No longer certain of what he was looking for, the kid left more empty than when he arrived.
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The first time Matthew gave himself to his professor was out of repayment for tutoring him, but the second time was much more complex. What bothered him wasn't so much that he willingly sucked off another guy. It was precisely the idea that he might have feelings for his teacher that frightened him. For the first time in his life, he was in love and he didn't know what to do.
What is love and why is it so hard to love someone when it appears to be one-sided? Matthew grappled with these questions, as he wandered in the rain. He didn't care where he was going. By the time he showed up outside of Jose's room, he was drenched.
"Matt, are you okay?"
"Do you wanna go for a drink?"
"Let’s get you some dry clothes first."
"I don't need to change."
"You do."
"Can we please go for a drink?"
Matthew couldn't think. All he wanted was to get wasted. As he was underaged, he needed Jose’s help to buy the alcohol.
Jose thought carefully before he replied.
"Matt, do you respect me?"
The kid nodded.
"Then we will go somewhere to drink. But first, we will drop by your room to get some dry clothes."
Matthew gave in to Jose's request.
Four hours later, after much drinking (on the part of Matthew) and listening (on the part of Jose), Jose brought the kid back to his room. He helped his friend undress for bed, then left for his own room.
That night, the kid had told him everything and Jose was furious inside. He had refrained from pursuing Matthew only because the kid had assured him that he wasn't interested in guys. Yet Matthew had sucked off his professor not once but twice! How unfair was that? Why couldn’t he have some of that as well?
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