My First Year in University

Once again, I found myself daydreaming in my history class with Professor Tom Davies. The more I saw him, the more I fantasized about him. I was getting nailed about once a week now by my bearded football stud Stefan, but the professor exuded sex each time I saw him. From the way he confidently lectured, to the way he moved, to his powerful looking body, to the flirting we were now doing every time he walked by me, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.  

I was fiddling with my pen, letting it tap against my lips as I stared at him when his eyes looked directly up at me. He was wrapping up class and announcing the final paper information and giving some suggestions about topics when I heard him say something about homosexuality. I suddenly sat up straighter, and let the pen hang from my mouth as I opened up my notebook to begin writing down an idea. I realized I only had four more classes with him before exams started as I heard him wrap things up, the students rising quickly to exit while I gathered my things around. I was in a state of panic, thinking I had missed something as I grabbed my coat and turned to stand up when I heard the professor’s deep voice calling my name. 

I turned around in mid-stride putting my coat on to see his bulky mass taking the stairs two at a time. A couple of the students nearby turned to look at me when they heard him call my name out, but slowly dispersed around us as the professor came to a halt at the end of my row. Right away I noted how good he smelled as he straightened up. He looked smokin’ hot up close, in his blazer and jeans, his light blue shirt opened a bit at the neck to show off a smooth set of rounded pecs underneath. My eyes looked there first, before I raised them to look into his light brown eyes. 

“Wondered if you had a minute?” The professor’s deep voice always got to me, as if he was injecting me with a super liquid that went straight into my bloodstream and stirred my loins. 

“Uh, sure.” I stammered, sliding my coat on. 

He shoved his hand in his pocket as his other one held onto his leather bag. “Actually…” He looked around the emptying lecture hall. “…I have a proposition for you. Can we talk over a quick coffee?”  

I felt my insides flip at the word proposition, and my mind went wild. Just like he suggested a few weeks ago, how he liked to drive people wild. He was already doing it. 

“Sure!” I said a little too enthusiastically. 

“You don’t have a class now or anything, do you?” His features softened, that handsome blonde face of his looking extremely hot this close. I let my eyes roam down his straight nose, to those nice lips and his clean shaven strong jaw. I felt like I was looking at a Roman God. Or rather, an ancient Greek one. 

“Uh, nope.” I said, sounding so unscholarly. “Sir.” I added. 

The professor scrunched his face. “Tom. Please, call me Tom.” And then his hand came out of his pocket and went on my shoulder in a fatherly way and guided me out of the row of seats, steering me up the stairs beside him. His hand felt heavy and warm, and just how I imagined. I think my cheeks went red as I slunk lower, feeling dwarfed by his size, and dizzy with pleasure as I breathed him in. 

He was asking me about my other courses, and whether I had many exams, how I liked living in residence, where I was from, and how it felt to be away from home as we walked to the university centre. He asked if my parents missed me and when I said it was just my mom and her latest, there was a moment of understanding on his face as he gave me a sympathetic smile. It was crowded in the UC, and “Tom” moved effortlessly through everyone, parting them like Moses at the Red Sea. His bodybuilder sized physique seemed to help. 

I followed him swiftly as he headed to the side to the coffee shop, turning to me raising a finger. “Coffee?” I nodded like a puppy, staring up at him, feeling even shorter standing next to him. My eyes darted around, curious to see who was watching this first year student tagging along with the hottest professor on campus and wondering what they were thinking. But no one was paying any attention to me. 

He handed me my cup and we found a table off by the window. We sat at the same time and our knees collided under the table.  

“Sorry!” he grinned at me, spreading his legs wider. “Long legs.” He said with a shrug. 

I wanted to tell him I didn’t mind, that I actually enjoyed the feeling, but I just pulled the lid off my cup and let the steam escape as I stared at his big hands folded across the table in front of me. 

“Thanks for taking the time. I won’t keep you.” He started to say, and my eyes met his. I felt like everything stopped for a moment, and there was just him looking at me. He smiled wide and continued talking, snapping me out of that momentary fog. “I loved your last paper by the way, in case you couldn’t tell by the grade.” He raised an eyebrow with a grin, and I recalled getting a 90% on it. 

“Thank you.” I said nervously, wondering where this was going, knowing the topics I alluded to in it. 

“Interesting connection you made about the men-youth relationships as a normal part of life, and how essential it was to the education of young boys.” He paused, squinting his eyes at me, seemingly testing me. “I would have loved to hear more on that topic. You could have expanded a bit more to get really into the insinuations you were making.” 

“About how sexual activity between them existed, and created today’s stereotype of the dominant, older figure partner versus the younger submissive one?” I said it with such confidence I almost didn’t recognize my own voice.  

Tom’s smile widened and he leaned back in his chair, putting one large hand around his coffee cup. “See. Impressive. That would have earned you another 5% with just that statement alone. Nice deduction.”  

I felt my cheeks blushing and my eyes dropped. 

“Now now. Don’t go all submissive on me.” He chuckled, making me blush even more. But I did my best to look back up to his gorgeous eyes and smiled back at him.  

“Is that what you wanted to discuss professor…” I saw his mouth drop open so I quickly corrected myself, “…I mean Tom.” 

He studied me for a moment, took a sip of coffee and then smacked his lips and leaned over the table closer to me. I breathed in that scent, a mixture of musk and light spice, like vanilla. I wanted to lick his thick neck right there to taste him.  

“I will be teaching additional courses next year as my contract expands, and I’m allowed to hire a TA. This is usually a 2nd or 3rd year student, and given your consistency in your essays, I was wondering if you’d be interested? It’s a paid position, so it could give you some extra cash to help out.” He lifted his cup and continued to stare at me as he took a drink, my eyes dropping slightly to watch his lips puff out to sip the hot liquid. My heart was racing sitting this close to him, and the thought of working with him, for him, near him was mind blowing. 

“Uh…” I sat frozen, feeling the closeness of our bodies, seeing him gazing at me in contemplation. My mind went back to that last essay, and my suggestion that there were also many men-youth relationships in Ancient Greece that did not include sexual activity, as it was deemed more of a display of self-control for the older man to resist the urge. I wondered which way this relationship was going to go if I said yes to being his TA. “Sure?” 

Tom laughed, that hearty sincere manly laugh that he showcased often during lectures when he got going. He looked even hotter when he smiled wide. “Is that a question?” 

I let out a puff of air and laughed nervously. “I think that’s a great opportunity. Could use the money for sure, and I think it would be great to work with you.” I stopped suddenly, and swallowed hard. “I’d love to learn from you.”  

Tom’s smile softened a bit and he continued to study me with those squinting eyes. “Does that mean we’d be entering into one of those pederastic relationships like in Sparta?” 

I knew what he meant, referring to my essay on the men-youth mentoring. “I guess we’ll see which way it goes.” I said convincingly. 

He tilted his head and lifted his coffee cup. “Then to your training.”  

I giggled and touched his cup with mine, careful not to spill. He finished up the discussion by advising me on how to apply through the university, and what to put down, and that he would connect with me after the course was completed with more information about next year. It became all very business like and I started to wonder if I was misreading him. Until we got up to leave. 

“And by the way, I agree with your paper. About the older man being the dominant, active partner.” He put his hand in his pocket, taking up his normal stance, puffing out his chest a bit under his blazer as he eyed me carefully. He took another step towards me and leaned down a bit to make sure I heard. “I think your next paper should explore that topic even further, about the relationships between men and the boys they trained. Fascinating stuff hidden in that. And who knows,” he grinned at me and stood up straight again, “if you become my TA, maybe you’ll get a little more hands-on training to solidify your thesis.” 

He winked at me and turned to leave, giving me a view of one side of his perfect ass as his hand remained in his pocket. I could feel my heart pounding, my cock stirring at this suggestion. This was not flirting; this was an open invitation. One I was seriously considering. 

I stayed at the UC and studied a bit before my night class, and thought about Professor Tom all afternoon and during the next lecture. I started to fantasize about what it would be like to work with him, or for him, or whatever. Being that close to him, remembering the feeling of his hand on my shoulder, the way he smelled, the way he talked so easily with me, and the way I relaxed around him. His flirting was luring me in, and the offer of being his TA was tempting. But then I wondered if it would cross a line, and it could ruin my chances if he was after something. Maybe he would be the mentor that would pride himself on resisting the urge, consider me a great triumph by not having sex with me. There was that side of the argument that I considered in m previous paper. 

I was lost in thought, still thinking about how big Professor Tom was standing next to me, and picturing what he looked like naked that I was in a total lustful fog as I came down the hallway in my residence towards my own room. Until I noticed Sean’s door open and slowed down on purpose to see my floormate lying on his bed in just a pair of shorts, his chest bare, his thick legs stretched out, bare feet linked at the ankles and showcased so nicely for me nearer the door. His upper body looked fantastic, muscles on display, his pecs looking just perfect with the thin hairs all flat against him, and those nipples staring at me as I stopped in the doorway. For a guy a couple years older than me, and about five inches taller than me, Sean was every bit the manly hunk that I kept lusting after. 

Sean’s eyes flicked up to me and then he smiled, sitting up a bit, showing off his arms as he flexed his triceps to hoist his upper body up to a seated position on his bed, crossing his legs and giving me a view of the darkness inside his shorts. I knew what was under there.  

“Hey bro….” He said with a half grin. He went to say something else but I cut him off 

“You just hanging around in your shorts, hoping I’d stop by?” I said quietly with an air of teasing as I leaned against the doorframe of his room, holding onto the strap of my backpack. My eyes roamed over Sean’s muscular half naked body with pure lust in my eyes. I put a hand to my crotch and adjusted my growing cock. 

Sean’s eyes widened. “Someone’s frisky.” He grinned, but when I stepped inside and closed the door he jumped off the bed. “Kelly’s here.” He said, putting a hand to my chest and standing right in front of me. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin as I was face to face with his chin and neck.  

“Oh?” I said, looking up to his eyes. I grabbed his neck and pulled him into me into a kiss. He leaned down and kissed me quickly, a fast deep, soul sucking inhalation of a kiss, his thick tongue pushing into my mouth with a force that could only be described as hunger before he stopped, and stepped back to the door to open it again. His eyes flicked to my crotch and he grinned even more as I pulled my winter coat lower to cover the thickness in between my legs. 

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” I went to go but he put a hand on me again and nodded to the bed. 

“Don’t go. Kelly’s feeling quite frisky herself. She’s in the bathroom so stay for a bit. Sit.” He gave me that grin again, so I slumped down on his desk chair and watched his hot body move back to the bed. “We were already going at it.” He winked and adjusted his crotch and resumed his position on the bed. 

“Then I’m not interrupting….” I started to say and went to stand up but he cut me off. 

“Stay.” He held my arm. “I’ve got an idea.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “She may be into something with you.” 

I gawked at him, and went to say something back when Kelly came into the room, bouncing around the corner and then giving a shriek when she saw me. 

“HEY!” She giggled. “Nice tan!” She gave me a little squeeze on my shoulder as she walked by me. She had on a tank top and a pair of shorts and flip flops, her breasts heaving by me as she walked by. They were a nice size, and they were perky. “You done classes for the day or heading out?” She asked as she hopped on the bed by Sean’s head, letting her feet dangle off the bed. She flipped her blonde hair behind her with a toss and leaned forward to look at me, those breasts squeezing together. I couldn’t help but look at them. 

“Just coming back, was seeing what Sean was up to as I haven’t seen him yet.” I saw her look at him quickly and then turn back to me with a smile. “But from the looks of Sean, I can see you guys are busy…” I went up to go, but it was Kelly this time that jumped up to stop me. 

“That’s okay stay a while!” She bounced past me and shut the door, pushing me back down on the chair and going back to her spot on Sean’s single bed. She seemed to be leaning more over, showing off those perfect breasts of hers.  

I leaned back in the chair, letting my backpack fall to the ground and pulled off my coat, suddenly feeling warm as I tried desperately not to look at Kelly’s boobs. It had been a long time since I found myself staring at the female breasts.  

“Sean’s been talking a lot about you actually. Says you’re a lot of fun to hang out with.” Kelly’s smiled disarmed a bit, and I found myself staring at her face, seeing the downward look, her feet swinging sideways as she gripped the edge of the bed.  

I frowned a bit, and looked at Sean who was smiling at me. He sat up a bit and moved to sit more beside Kelly, letting his big legs hang over the bed too, except his perfect looking feet touched the floor. Kelly put a small hand on his left thigh beside her, and I watched her hand slowly move over the inside of his leg, a spot I had touched not too long before I left for Daytona Beach. 

“Actually, Sean and I have been talking a lot about you, together. Wondering if you’d be interested in a little fun…” She gave me a smile, and then let her mouth hang open, as if she didn’t need to finish her thought. 

Sean moved his head behind Kelly’s neck and started to kiss her neck as Kelly’s hand slid upwards on his leg. “Kelly’s always wanted to do it with two guys….” Sean mumbled as he nibbled at her neck. I could see Kelly’s eyes closing halfway as she tried to hold my gaze. “So I suggested you as someone I trust.” 

Kelly giggled, and turned to look at Sean quickly. “I think we shocked him.” She whispered. Sean just smiled and kissed her, bringing his big hand to her face, holding her head as she closed her eyes and let him. But he turned her head away from me, so he could open his eyes and look at me as he kissed her deep.  

He pulled away and grinned at me. “You don’t have to touch me.” He suddenly said and they both giggled. “This is all for Kelly. She’s dying to try it. And I told her I’ve seen you in the shower.” He winked at me, and Kelly turned to me and squished her tits together in her arms. 

“Don’t be shy!” She hopped up off the bed and moved slowly to me, like a stripper heading for a mark. “I love a guy with a nice big cock…”  

It shocked me to hear her say it. I’ve heard guys talk nasty to me, but to hear this bubbly blonde girl suddenly say she loves a guy with a big cock made me hard, and I sat mesmerized as she put her hands on my legs and slid herself down between them. 

“Wanna show me what you got? Sean’s just going to watch…he actually said he’d love to watch me get with you.” Her fingers went to my crotch and she started to undo my pants. I was still in shock that I didn’t move, but just looked up at Sean who was now leaning back on one hand, while his other was rubbing his cock through his shorts, smiling at me and nodding, encouraging me to let her. 

“Yeah take it out. See if it’s as big as mine is.” He said quietly to her. I looked up at him again, knowing that mine WAS bigger by just a bit as he pulled his shorts back to show me his. He let his tongue hang out in a crude way as he pulled his erect dick out, moving the shorts to uncover his balls at the same time as Kelly undid my pants. 

I started to shake a bit, from nerves, or sexual tension, or the feeling of Kelly’s delicate fingers fishing out my hard cock. “Relax B.” She said as she pulled it out. “Oh my, Sean was right. It IS a big one.” And her tongue came out and licked my shaft. 

I gripped the arms of the desk chair as I watched her blonde hair cover my waist and I felt her warm mouth come down over me. “Oh my God.” I moaned, letting my head fall back. This was not what I had on my mind as I walked into Sean’s room. But as I let my head come back up, my eyes opened to see Sean now standing beside Kelly’s head, with his almost as big cut cock inches from her hair. 

I felt Kelly come off mine and turn, swallowing Sean’s deep. Sean looked over at me as he held Kelly’s head gently, slowly pumping his hips into her. Kelly’s hand stayed on my dick, slowly stroking it. It wasn’t like having Sean’s hand, or mouth on it for that matter. It felt…different. But Sean was enjoying this moment. 

Kelly switched sucking between us, me pinned to the chair, Sean constantly watching me. Until she stood up and moved to the bed, crawling on it with her ass in the air. She peeled her shorts off as Sean moved around to the end of the bed, and Kelly turned to crawl towards his protruding cock to suck it once more. She seemed insatiable for dick.  

“Someone needs to fuck me.” She moaned as she stripped. I watched her flawless skin come into my view, so pale and soft compared to Sean’s manly physique in front of me. Sean grabbed her tank top and held it up.  

“See if you can figure out who it is.” He grinned and moved around her to tie it over her eyes. She moaned loudly and held her ass up, a finger now between her legs as she started to massage her own pussy. I was still half stunned as I took off my clothes, stepping out of everything as Sean slid his pants down and handed me a condom and pointed at her wiggling ass.  

Without really thinking, I sheathed my tool and stepped up behind her. Holding my cock to just below her ass, where I could see her tight pussy waiting for me. I felt Sean’s manly hands on my waist, guiding me towards her. I suddenly felt like all the guys that stepped up behind me, aiming their cocks to a waiting hole, wondering if they felt like this too, the anticipation of a warm tight feeling. 

Kelly moaned as I hit the lips of her entrance, and she tried to reach further back to grab, but Sean’s voice stopped her. “No cheating.” He said rather firmly, standing behind me, pushing his cock between my cheeks and rubbing it along, pressing me forward into Kelly’s supple ass. “And no looking back.” Sean’s voice was at my ear, and he silently kissed me, his tongue poking in and making me moan as I felt Kelly open up for me. 

And just as I was sliding into his girlfriend's tight cunt with my condom covered cock, Sean was sliding into me. Raw. 

I gasped, hanging on to Kelly’s slim waist as Sean’s hands gripped my shoulders and Kelly moaned. This was certainly a different sensation, being inside a wet pussy as I felt my own tunnel being stretched once again. I tried not to make a sound, but we both groaned.

“Fuck yeah!” I heard Sean’s voice raise as he started to fuck me, forcing me to fuck his girl. Kelly gripped the sheets and moaned like a hooker, shouting out yes as her blindfold stayed in place. Sean was out to fuck me fast, not wanting his girlfriend to see what he was doing behind her back. This just turned me on even more as I wrenched my neck around to try to kiss him. He grabbed my chin and held me still, plowing into me with such force I was knocking my cock deep into Kelly. Our tongues met, and we kissed as quietly as possible.  

“Fuck!” He groaned. “Feel good baby.” He said to me, but Kelly answered.  

“YES!” She groaned. “I don’t care who it is it feels so good!” 

I wasn’t going to last. Sean’s cock was hitting me in all the right spots and the warmth and softness of Kelly was driving me wild. I started to fuck hard, moving my own ass back and forth along Sean’s big dick as I fucked his girlfriend. Kelly was rubbing her own clit and moaning like mad as she started to convulse and shake out an orgasm. Either it was from my cock, or her own hand but it worked. Sean clamped down on my shoulder and grunted, and I knew he was spilling his load inside of me, rather than his girlfriend with a hard quick thrust, making me shove my own cock into Kelly deeper. I gripped her waist, and leaned over her as Sean pulled out and let my own orgasm take hold as I unloaded into the condom.  

Sean grabbed his shirt and wiped his dick off and moved to the chair I was sitting on and continued to stroke his cock as I dismounted Kelly.  

“Take off the blindfold.” He ordered, but Kelly was already doing it, turning to see me behind her still, with a rubber full of my load, and Sean sitting in the chair, pretending to wipe his load off his chest. “That was so hot watching you get fucked baby.” 

She moved over to him and jumped on his lap and kissed him as I carefully pulled the condom off and grabbed a tissue.  

“That was WILD!” She purred, rubbing herself over Sean. I watched with a twinge of jealousy, wishing I could feel Sean’s body against mine. She turned to me with a grin. “And you! What a cock you have!” She jumped up and surprised me by kissing me. It felt weird, strangely soft compared to the feeling of a man, but it was nice. Then she moved over to Sean, jumping on his lap and kissing him. Sean cracked an eye open and looked at me, then winked as he held up an “ok” sign with his hand.  

I started to get dressed as Kelly giggled in Sean’s naked lap. “I want you next.” She purred in his ear, grinning back at me quickly watching me put my clothes on. I quietly pulled my pants up, grabbed my shirt, my coat and my bag and staggered to the door as Sean waved goodbye behind Kelly’s back.  

Well, that was certainly different, I thought to myself as I walked the few paces to my own dorm room.