Not Gay
Professor Hubbard was busy grading papers in his office when he heard the door close. Looking up, he was surprised to see who the visitor was.
"You're such a hottie, you know that?"
The teacher didn’t know how to respond to his student.
“I bet a lot of girls throw themselves at your feet.”
“What … are you talking about?”
“I came today to also throw myself at your feet.”
“Matthew, what can I do for you?”
“I think I could use some extra tutoring from you ….”
Matthew locked the door. He then reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing his washboard abs. His intentions were clear.
Professor Hubbard swallowed. This kind of tutoring was hard to refuse, especially how good his student’s mouth felt. However, as much as he wanted it, he also felt that it was important to address the elephant in the room. The last time they met, Matthew had seen him with someone else.
“Do you want to talk about what you saw?”
Matthew shook his head.
"I know it was awkward. I’m sorry. She was someone from my past.”
"It’s okay. You don’t owe me an explanation. As much as I want you for myself, I know we’re not exclusive."
"Matthew, I don't want you to misunderstand … I'm not gay. I plan to get married and have a family someday."
Matthew paused for a minute. He thought about what his teacher just shared and questioned whether he was gay himself. Was it just a phase he was going through? Perhaps he just wanted to have fun and experiment with the opposite sex.
As the college student struggled with his thoughts, Professor Hubbard stared at his body. The broad shoulders, the small waist, the athletic build. All his life he had only slept with women. Meeting a kid like Matthew was unexpected.
"Is this your way of saying you don’t wanna see me anymore?"
"Matthew, I’m not saying that. But I don’t want you to get hurt either."
"You don’t have to worry about that. I'm not asking for a relationship. I’m not expecting anything in return either.”
Matthew unbuttoned his jeans and proceeded to take them off, revealing a pair of boxer briefs that held tightly to his body.
“Even if you don’t wanna see me anymore, let me do this one more time ….”
That afternoon, the college student got on his knees to receive the extra tutoring that he needed from his teacher. They say that love is a verb, not a noun, something that you do for someone you like, regardless of what you may (or may not) get in return. Matthew’s love was always a one-way street. He just wasn’t willing to accept it before. Now that he did, he could no longer get hurt.
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As soon as he got home, Matthew was all over Jose, making out with him while tearing his clothes off. Jose was surprised by the sudden desire, but didn’t complain.
"I love ... being fucked ... by you," confessed Matthew, as Jose slipped his cock into the kid.
"I love ... fucking you."
"Anything else ... you love?"
"You're face … it’s beautiful," answered Jose, who was busy pounding the kid.
"Anything ... else?"
"The look in your eyes ... when I hit the right spot."
It was difficult to talk while fucking, but Jose wanted to play along to please his employer.
"Anything ... else?" persisted Matthew.
"The way you moan ... when you're about to cum," said Jose, who was close, very close.
"Anything ... else?" asked Matthew, who was also very close.
"Your lips … I love kissing them," replied Jose, who instinctively bit the kid’s lower lip to shut him up.
In the final moments before another climax, the two lovebirds made out. Like fireworks, they exploded, sending signals that only they could understand.
After catching his breath, Matthew went to the kitchen to get some cold drinks. Upon returning, the kid stared at his tall, dark, and handsome man who was lying naked in his bed, waiting for him. What caught his attention was the python that Jose was playing with, slowly moving the foreskin back and forth over the head.
"Does that thing of yours ever rest?" asked Matthew.
"Not when it’s around you."
While Jose drank his beverage, the kid slipped into bed and wrapped his lips around his cock. Life was meant to be like this, he thought. Moments later, he asked Matthew to spread his legs.
"Alex says ... he's in love with me. I'm not sure what to do," confessed Matthew, as he winced at what his Latin buddy was doing to him.
"How ... do you feel about him?" asked Jose, as he continued to pummel the kid.
"He's my ... best friend."
"Just like I'm … your friend."
"It's ... different."
"How ... so?"
"I don't ... know."
"Maybe ... with him ... it's the other way around. You wanna fuck him.”
As he rode his Latin friend, Matthew whimpered and moaned. The two continued to slap skin on skin for some time until they eventually climaxed again.
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