Booty Call
At the peak of harvest season, which was the busiest period on the farm, Matthew received an unexpected text from his teacher.
“What are you doing?”
“Not much. What’s up?”
“I’m horny.”
“Should I come over?”
“Yes.”
Without any reservations, Matthew agreed to come over. It wasn’t much of a choice really, as the kid couldn't exactly say no to his crush. So when Professor Hubbard opened the door to let him in, there was no need for small talk. This was mutually understood to be a booty call.
The last time they met, Professor Hubbard had made it clear to his student that he wasn’t gay, that he wanted to have a family someday, and that this was just interim fun. Yet the kid still got on his knees to polish his knob. Since Matthew was willing, Professor Hubbard decided to make full use of this privilege.
Not wasting much time on formalities, Professor Hubbard made it clear what he wanted in four words.
“Take off your clothes.”
Matthew reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and took them off too. The kid folded his clothes and placed them neatly on the coffee table.
Professor Hubbard took a moment to appreciate the half-naked teenager standing in front of him. He liked what he saw. The older man felt the kid’s body, the broad shoulders that tapered down to a small waist, the taut chest, the washboard abs.
“Have you been working out at the gym?” asked Professor Hubbard.
Matthew nodded.
“I have something else for you to work on today,” said Professor Hubbard, as he grabbed himself.
Matthew: “...”
“And after you work on this … I’m going to work on you from behind.”
Twenty minutes later, Professor Hubbard was sitting on the sofa with his legs apart. The kid was on his knees, bobbing his head up and down like he was born to do this.
“Fuck, Matthew. You’re really good at this.”
After all the practice that Matthew had with Jose, it was now second nature to him.
“Damn, I can feel the back of your throat.”
When the kid’s lips reached his pubes, Professor Hubbard held him there and thrusted.
“After today, I think you’re going to have to come over more often ….”
As his mouth was preoccupied, Matthew couldn’t respond. Instead, he sped up what he was doing.
After gagging on his teacher’s pole for some time, Matthew caught his breadth and looked up.
“Do you wanna fuck me?”
“Let’s do it in my room.”
* * * * *
An hour later, the loud slapping of skin on skin finally ceased. Matthew had delivered all that was asked of him, including wrapping his lips around his teacher’s pole, wrapping his legs around the older man’s waist while he was hammered senseless. When they were done, the man was euphoric while the kid was relieved.
“Matthew, you did well today.”
“You wanna do it again?”
“As in on a regular basis?”
“I meant now, silly. But do you want it on a regular basis as well?”
For a moment, Professor Hubbard was lost in thought with a satisfied look on his face. Sex with the kid was really good.
“What’s on your mind?” asked Matthew.
"I was thinking … I like hanging out with you and I want to see you more often.”
“Does this mean I’ll have to put out more often?”
Matthew was obviously teasing his teacher, but he was also serious.
“What do you think?”
Professor Hubbard thought that his student was quite adept at talking dirty, which he found amusing and a turn on at the same time.
“Will I get an ‘A’ for this?”
Professor Hubbard laughed. The kid definitely deserved an ‘A+’ for his skills.
“Matthew ….”
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay with the fact that I’m not looking for a relationship?”
It wasn’t that his teacher wasn’t looking for a relationship, it was that Matthew was the wrong gender. This was already made clear to him the last time they met.
Matthew nodded his head.
The college student enjoyed spending time with his crush and didn’t mind letting his teacher use his body. Even if Professor Hubbard wasn’t romantically interested in him, Matthew didn't mind. Even if it was one-sided, he didn’t mind.
“Do you wanna go for round two?”
Without the expectation of a relationship, Professor Hubbard felt less pressure and could enjoy the sex more.
“Let me suck you again,” volunteered the kid.
* * * * *
The voice on the other end of the phone was both deep and seductive. Gordon’s reaction was the same every time the kid called. He got hard.
“Are you … naked?”
“Yes, butt naked.”
Matthew laughed hysterically.
“Gordon, did you ever have a friend with benefits?”
“I once had an American tenant who I got lucky with multiple times. Does that count?”
Matthew rolled his eyes and didn’t bother responding.
“What do you want to know?” asked Gordon.
“Do you think a fuck buddy can develop into a relationship?”
“I think it’s possible, but I haven’t had much luck in that department. My last fuck buddy made it clear to me that it was just business and nothing more. Then he moved back to the States after only six months.”
“I hate you ….”
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