My First Year in University

Teach Me

I slowly woke up to the sounds of kissing and the bed shifting. Grunts and groans were beside me and I felt my body rising as weight seemed to shift to the other side. I opened my eyes to see naked limbs moving, and the feeling of a big solid leg beside me. 

I could see Stefan’s masculine looking backside, see the hair on his chest as he moved over top of the model looking quarterback, naked on his back, making out with Stefan fiercely. Stefan was already lifting Brett’s leg and was looking like he was getting ready to slide in when I rolled over. 

Both their heads turned and they smiled, but didn’t stop. 

“Mornin’.” Stefan’s groggy voice rumbled before he went back on Brett.  

And then Brett moaned and his hands gripped Stefan’s meaty ass. “Oh my god!” he hissed, raising his chin to the ceiling as Stefan moved into his neck to kiss it. I saw Stefan’s big hand on the underside of Brett’s knee, pushing him backwards as he shoved himself deep inside his QB’s ass deep. The way Brett’s fingers dug into his ass, I knew exactly what he was feeling. 

My cock went hard instantly and I couldn’t help but slowly stroke it as I watched the scene, two big hot muscled guys going at it directly beside me on the bed. My very own porn video, live, in action. But neither one of them were asking me to join in. 

I watched Brett’s face, studying it, wondering if I looked like he did with Stefan’s big cock inside me. He was a mixture of pain, short grimaces followed by immediate looks of shock and pleasure. And when they kissed, it was hot. Totally passionate, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. 

Stefan was pumping like mad, holding Brett’s hands down in a strong clasp, both their fingers holding onto each other tightly. There was no talking, just intense looks to one another as they fucked. Brett’s legs widened, Stefan’s ass clenched, and they ignored me completely. I couldn’t help but jerk faster as their fucking grew faster and faster. 

So when Stefan announced he was going to cum in Brett, I felt my own cum rising and I kneeled over Stefan’s big back as it arched. As Stefan grunted out his load into his QB’s ass, I launched my own cum onto his broad back and watched it find every crevice on him as he continued to fuck his buddy. 

Stefan went up on his knees and grabbed Brett’s pulsing cock and jerked it off for him, much to the look of surprise on Brett’s hot face. He watched the big bearded lineman work his dick fast until Brett’s hands were on Stefan’s pecs and his face tightened.  

“Holy fuck!” Brett yelled and squeezed Stefan’s pecs. I watched Brett’s body contract, watched his pecs harden, watched his toes curl, watched his hands grip the sheets as his face locked onto Stefan’s. He exploded in a body shaking convulsion, and thick copious amounts of cum flew out of his cock and all over that beautiful smooth chest of his. He shook as he panted, both buddies staring at each other as I watched my cum drip casually down Stefan’s back and over his big ass.  

And when Stefan pulled out gingerly from his buddy’s ass, he lay beside him, as I moved to his other side. Stefan’s hand did move onto me, caressing my naked leg as it rested beside his big body. But his eyes were on Brett’s. And Brett’s were on Stefan. 

I don’t really remember how I got myself out of there without much embarrassment, realizing that this was a connection that was years in the making apparently. I know we all laid there for a while, the three of us, naked. Me seemingly out of place beside these two giant muscled jocks. But it was pretty obvious how much they were into each other. And how long they’ve been waiting for something to happen between them. 

It was very early that Sunday as I walked back to campus, feeling like I had lost the hottest fuck buddy I had to a guy that was way hotter than I was. I felt sad, but at the same time not too surprised. I’d probably push Stefan aside to have some fun with Brett myself if I was really honest. But the way those two looked at each other… 

As I walked back to my room, I knew I wanted that. I had looked that way to many guys already, and had THOUGHT that they looked back at me just the same. But this was different. They were looking at each other with more than just lust, or sex. There was something deeper. I could tell. 

And I wanted that. 

When I got to the residence and was heading to my room, I walked past Sean’s closed door and knew he would never look at me the way Stefan looked at Brett with Kelly in the picture. I stopped at my room and hesitated, realizing that it was way too early to be storming into my room. I’d wake up Adam, or worse, find him with Greg. Or Aaron at this rate. So I turned around and headed back out, deciding to go and grab breakfast or something. 

I was in a funk at this moment, and found myself back at the coffee spot I had been a few days earlier with Professor Tom. I was staring off into space, absent mindedly picking apart a cheese bagel as my coffee steamed over my face as I thought about the last 24 hours. Lusting over Stefan like mad all night long. Sucking off Mac outside. Staring at Brett, urging him to join me. Stefan catching us.  

I stared at the coffee cup in front of me, realizing that I was insatiable. It wasn’t enough I had Stefan. I wanted more, and found it with Mac’s cock. Then Brett’s. So I couldn’t be that upset Stefan was now getting it elsewhere too. It was like I couldn’t be satisfied. I started to wonder if I ever would be. 

I heard a deep voice calling my name behind me, snapping me out of my trance. I looked up to the hulking figure behind me, moving sideways with a handsome grin. It was Professor Tom, dressed super casually in his gray track pants and running shoes. He had a to-go cup of coffee in his large hand, the other big paw in his winter sport coat. He had a tuque on, making him look like he stepped off a dock. My dick went instantly hard just looking at him. 

“I thought that was you.” He grinned at me. “What are you doing out here so early on a Sunday?” 

I looked around, noticing that I was one of two people sitting in the UC. It was early. And deserted. 

“Oh I was up early. Didn’t want to wake the roommate.” I sat up straighter, feeling quite small as he loomed over me. I could actually see his biceps through his sweatshirt and winter coat they were so big. And my eyes quickly darted to the package between his legs, noticeable in his gray track pants. 

He pointed to the empty chair across from me. “You want some company?” 

I shifted uneasily and looked around, worried that someone would see us together, which was a rather stupid thought. Then I wondered if I looked like I had just been fucked, having just slept beside two giant football players, and taken a few loads of cum from three guys. I nodded enthusiastically and sat up even taller. “Sure!” I folded the bagel into the wrapper and tucked it away as he removed his jacket. His sweatshirt was a black university one, and it hung from his pecs perfectly. I could see his nipples underneath, and I noticed I was licking my lips. 

Tom took the lid off his coffee cup and took a sip as he eyed me, leaving his hat on his head, looking sexier than ever. “You okay? You look a little forlorn.” 

I snorted at his choice of words, perfectly describing my emotion. “Yeah I guess you could say that.” 

Tom leaned forward, putting both hands around the steaming cup of coffee in front of him. “You’re not lost in thought about being my TA are you?” 

“Uh…” I looked up to see his eyes staring straight at me. They were almost golden this morning as the rising sun seemed to gleam off the brownness in them. I hesitated for a moment, getting more lost just looking into them. “No! Not at all.” 

Tom leaned back, one hand still holding his cup. I studied his fingers, the shape of his short nails, the thickness of his fingers, the lines in his knuckles, the smoothness of his hand. “Good. I think you’d be perfect.” His smile was infectious, and I found myself smiling with him, my cheeks getting hot again as his eyes remained on mine. 

I shrugged my shoulders in mock defense and took a sip from my own cup, thinking how perfect HE was. 

“How’s the final paper coming?” 

I glanced down, sitting back a bit, feeling like I’d been caught lying before I even spoke. When I looked back up at his face still staring at me with that paternal look, I came clean. “I haven’t actually started it yet.” I saw his eyes widen in a devilish grin. “I know what I’m writing – just haven’t had a chance to sit and get it all on paper yet.” 

Tom scrunched his face up. “You have lots of time. And hey,” he dug into his pockets and found a receipt and a pen in his jacket. He flattened it out and started to write on it. “Here’s my number Mr. Future TA. If you need any support, or an extension, just call me and I’d be glad to help.” 

He slid the paper to me and I stared down at the masculine looking scrawl on it. He had written “TOM” in all caps with the number below it.  

“You can call me anytime.” He said, pushing it forward with his thick finger. 

I slowly took it. “What will your wife think if I call you anytime?” I said half giggling as I took it. 

“Oh I’m not married Brian.” He said firmly, his eyes glued to me as I caught his gaze.  

He had a serious look on his face, with a hint of something in his eyes – almost like he was teasing me, taunting me to ask more. The use of my name made my heart skip a beat. 

“Just me and my dog Mikey. He doesn’t usually care if the phone rings.” Tom’s smile widened, and he glanced down at his coffee as he fingered the rim. I found my eyes looking to where his were looking, watching his fingers move slowly around the cup. I found my breath catching as I started to imagine what that cup felt like with his manly fingers on it… 

I didn’t say anything for a while, my mind racing at this colossal hunk of a man sitting across from me so close. This felt like flirting, felt like an open invitation once again but he was my professor. My PROFESSOR for crying out loud. I was a short 19 year old, looking up at this MAN in front of me. I wasn’t used to this dance. Men his age were a lot more direct. More insistent on what they wanted. They came right out and said what they wanted. This was different. And it felt good. 

When his eyes looked up at me my heart fluttered again. He had that look - the one that looks at you seriously. Like you’re trying to tell someone something without saying anything. Like you want them to guess something. Like you should know what they’re thinking. 

I found myself frozen, staring back, trying to read his thoughts. But then he squinted at me, and I heard him inhale.  

“You sure you’re okay?” 

I let out a breath of air in a small laugh. “Uh, yeah. Fine.” 

He looked at me sideways. “If you need an extension, it’s no problem. You’re a good student. I’ll give it to you.” 

The words were not lost on me, and I felt my skin burning as I imagined Professor Tom ‘giving it to me’ all right. “I think I’m good. For now.”  

Tom leaned over the table and propped his elbows on it, folding his hands and resting his chin on them. “Okay. But you’ve got my number if you need a few more days.” He picked up his cup and took a mouthful of coffee. I watched his large Adam’s Apple bob as he drank, reassuming the same position with his chin on his hands when he was finished. “We only have one more class together.” 

It was a statement, and it took me by surprise. I found myself sitting back a bit digesting what he said. It was true: this was the last class with him. If I didn’t take him up on his offer of being a TA I might not have another chance to see him. To stare at him. To picture him naked. 

I nodded. “Yeah, I guess it is.” 

“Unless you become my TA.” He said with an evil grin, raising one eyebrow at me. I found my eyes drifting up to his rounded skull, the light grey hat looking so damn hot on him. 

“Or I use this to bug you?” I said patting my pocket where his number was stashed.  

Tom laughed, taking another drink, his eyes not leaving mine. I saw his tongue come out a bit as he licked his lips, practically in slow motion. “Bug me anytime.” 

I felt the sexual tension suddenly as I matched his stare. “Careful. I just might.” 

Tom puffed out some air and sat up straighter in his chair, inhaling deeply, showing off his chest as his lungs filled. “Good. Then I’ll wait for your call.”  

He slapped his big hand on the table lightly and stood up, flipping his coat around his body. I caught a glimpse of his bare skin as his sweater lifted upwards as he put his coat on, a smooth display of a hard waist. I could see the lines dipping down under his track pants and I felt my cock stir again. I adjusted myself, noting that I had been hard the entire time. And by the looks of Tom’s package, he had some serious blood flow happening himself. 

“I have to hit the gym.” He put the lid back on his cup and then pointed at me with that huge hand of his. “You make sure you take care of yourself. I’ll see you in class.” He held up a palm to wave goodbye and I pictured my own hand in it. It looked so large, yet so soft. I felt his eyes linger a bit longer as he turned to go, and as soon as he turned his head away, my eyes went to his perfect ass in those track pants. Thankfully his winter coat sat at his waist, putting those two round globes of perfection on display for anyone to look at it.  

I stared at it until he was almost out of sight. And then he turned at the last minute and caught me looking at him.  

I fantasized about big Professor Tom all week. 

I forgot all about Stefan. And Sean. And Adam. And Aaron and Greg and Brad and Mac and Brett. All these guys were gone from my mind as I sat in my last lecture with Professor Tom Davies. I forgot all about them as I felt him looking at me. This big older man. I imagined myself with Tom, pictured my hands on him, pictured those lips kissing me. I wanted him. There was no more questioning it. I was drawn to older men. 

After class, he didn’t come my way. There were too many students needing his attention at the front. I actually saw him look up at me and I was sure he gave me a look of defeat, as if he was saying “sorry” for not being able to walk past me and continue our little flirtations. I guess it seemed that now it was over, students wanted his attention. They were probably asking about the final paper, or begging for an extension. 

When Adam went out that night and I found myself alone in my dorm room, I picked up the phone and dialed the number Tom had scrawled down on a small receipt. I heard his deep voice answer with a strong “Hello?” as I noted it was 8:45pm. 

“Professor Tom?” I said, squishing my face as I realized I said ‘professor’ again. 

“Yes….?” He said slowly, as if he was trying to place the voice and was succeeding. 

“Sorry. Tom. It’s Brian.”  

I heard his puff of air immediately. “Ah. You called to bug me after all.” His voice was a little lighter, and there seemed to be an air of glee to it now. It was as if I could hear him smiling. 

“Yes I did. You were being bugged enough today after class.” 

He laughed, and I could hear him moving around. “Last minute efforts for some. What is it I can do for you Brian?” 

Just hearing him say my name made me shiver. Like he was standing right beside me, whispering it in my ear. “Well to be honest, I could use a few extra days.” 

“Done.” He said firmly. “As long as it will be worth my while to read, and you include some of those in-depth thoughts this time around.” 

I felt a sigh of relief, knowing I had more time to focus on this paper. For some strange reason I wanted it to be better than perfect. For him. 

“How many extra days do you need?” His deep voice sounded soothing, and totally supportive.  

“Just a couple really, if that’s okay? I could have it to you on the following Monday?” That gave me a week and a half to complete, and only three extra days to hand in. 

I heard him breathe in deeply and he made a sound, almost like an “Ahhh” which was so uncharacteristic of his intellect. “Well, I can’t read them all at once anyway. But I won’t be on campus anymore after Friday. Would you be able to drop off it off at my place? I’m not too far. Just down the hill, about 15 minutes away.” 

I stopped breathing for a moment, contemplating this offer. “Sure.” I said without thinking. 

He rhymed off his address which I hurriedly scribbled down. He said something about calling him first to make sure I was finished and could make it down. And then he ended with, “I look forward to reading it. And we can discuss further your TA position perhaps?” 

I felt myself laughing, gripping the phone tightly in my hand, pressing my ear to the receiver. “Perhaps.” I said grinning.  

“Sounds good Brian. I’ll see you on Monday then.” 

I hung up like a giddy girl, falling backwards on my bed, letting little squeals out at the thought of dropping by his house. Now all I had to do was study for a couple of exams and write the best essay of my life. I didn’t want to disappoint him. 

With sex out of the picture, I was able to focus completely on my upcoming exams and this paper I had to write to hand deliver to the hottest professor that ever lived. I ignored Sean’s lingering looks, forgot about Stefan and Brett, and ignored Adam and his suggestions about group sex again. I was determined to finish this year strong. And possibly in the arms of the strongest man on campus. 

As I read over my paper on Monday morning one last time, I suddenly wondered when Professor Tom Davies would stop being my professor technically? Was it the last class we had? Would it be when I officially handed in my paper? Or was it when it was marked, and I received my final grade? 

I scrubbed my now lean, defined muscled body furiously in the shower. I was smooth, clean, and ready for whatever waited for me at the professor’s house. I had thought of nothing else for the last week and a half, going completely hands off for the last five days. I hadn’t spilled a drop of cum. And I was so horned up, I was practically humping the bus pole as I made my way to his address. 

I had to walk about five minutes from the bus stop to his house, a neat little newer townhouse in an older area. I felt my heart racing as I strolled up to the front door. I had my backpack slung over my shoulder, just wearing a light spring coat in the warming April weather. I shoved a hand in my jeans as the other one rang the doorbell and I waited. 

As I heard the sounds of barking, nails from a dog running along the floor and the sounds of footsteps approaching, I felt my crotch pulse. And when he opened the door, it throbbed at what I saw. 

Tom was wearing a tank top and a pair of loose fitting cotton pants. No socks – just a pair of perfect looking big bare feet. The tank top was stretched over his massive upper body. There were muscles on muscles, thin veins outlining his sculpted physique. He looked like one of the Greek gods from his lectures, completely smooth and shiny, very powerful and thick, muscled from head to glorious looking toe. My eyes did a quick scan up and down, until my eyes went back up to his. He was staring at me with a smile.  

He knew I was coming. I had phoned. And this is what he chose to wear to greet me? Holy fuck, I thought to myself as I stood there. 

“Come on in.” He said with a hint of seduction. 

I didn’t say a word, just followed those big bare feet inside and was greeted by the excited chocolate lab panting at my knees.  

“That’s Mikey.” He said, grabbing his collar and holding him back for me. I watched Tom’s humungous biceps flex as he held the big dog, Tom’s feet planted for me to stare at. I held out a hand and let Mikey sniff me before his wagging tail took over. “Looks like he likes you.” Tom grinned at me. He was sort of hunched over and I could see the crevice between his giant pecs inviting me to stare down his shirt.  

I let Mikey poke around me, happily drooling around until Tom pulled him back again. 

“I’ll put him out so he won’t bother you.” He said as he half dragged him towards the back of the place. His ass was on fine display as he bent over to walk Mikey out to the backyard through the glass door off the dining room. It was all open concept: the front hall leading into the kitchen to the left and the dining room beside a large living area directly across. I could see stairs leading up to the second level, and stairs that led down just below those ones.  

Tom came back in with a wide grin and closed the door behind him, Mikey peering through the pane of glass now chained outside. “Okay let me have it.” He said holding out a hand. 

I almost panicked and grabbed his hand, until I realized that he was after my paper. Not me. At least, not just yet. 

I pulled my bag off my shoulder and reached in to pull out the flattened and protected final essay for him. He took it from me and leaned over the counter to grab his glasses and slid them up over his perfectly straight strong Roman type nose. I took a deep breath in as I looked at him, with those thin wired glasses on, reading the title of my paper. Then he looked at me with a grin and I felt my knees shake. 

Tom held up the paper and raised an eyebrow at me. “You really listened to me didn’t you?” 

I let my mouth gape open. “Uh, of course I did.” 

“Just from the title…you really explored the aspects of male relationships and compared them to today’s standards?” 

I nodded. “You pushed for it, so I went there. I hope it’s what you were after?” I shoved my hands in my pockets as I stood there, Tom looking down on me with a big smile on his face. “I’ve learned a lot from you this year.” 

Tom put my paper down on the counter between his kitchen and dining area and crossed one foot over the other. He folded his arms across his mountainous pecs, his delts rounding, his biceps flexing larger, and his smile widening. He sort of leaned against the counter and I did everything in my power not to let my eyes wander over his body and picture him naked.  

Our eyes were locked and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He was still smiling, but his eyes were more serious, like he was contemplating something. I felt like I could hear my own heart beating in my ears as I stood in front of him, feeling like the submissive boy facing his dominant teacher as I suggested in my paper. By the looks of us, we fit the part. 

“I could teach you a lot more Brian.” He finally said, rather quietly.  

My heart flipped, and I could feel my cock stirring, like it was trying to wake me up and say “GO FOR IT.” But my head was saying “HE’S YOUR PROFESSOR.” 

I kept my eyes trained on his, waiting for the first signal. I chewed on my bottom lip as I stood there, wishing he would make the first move to prove that what I was thinking was accurate. I was fearful to do anything. Afraid that I was totally misreading this connection. Scared what he might to do me if I made a pass at him and I was way off base. But something about the way he was staring at me, the way he was dressed today, and the questions he was asking about my papers…. 

“So which angle did you explore in your paper?” His deep voice was quiet as he glanced towards it. 

I knew what he was referring to. I kept my hands in my pockets as I tried to calm my nerves. I could feel my body wanting to shake. “Both sir.” I breathed in deeply. “Although I did explore the sexual relationship more than the dominant figure resisting. I found the sexual relationship to be more interesting.” 

He took the hint. “How so?” His stance didn’t change, but I kept my gaze on that handsome face of his, staring into those golden brown eyes. 

“Well, as you will read in my paper, the relationship between the teacher and the student was supposed to be a normal part of life, even with sexual activity. But the Greeks viewed sex as an activity one does by oneself, meaning a sexual relationship should never have been mutually satisfying to both partners. The mentor then, would be the more dominant active partner and the student the submissive – or the one that the act was being done to in a non-satisfying way.” 

Tom shifted slightly, uncrossing that big foot and putting his hands behind him on the counter to lean back on as I continued. 

“There should be no mutual love then in this type of relationship. But as someone who, personally, has experienced this type of relationship…” I saw a twinge of an eyebrow and a slight grin on his face as I kept going. “…I found it difficult to believe that a mentor-student relationship that included physical sexual activity would not lead to a mutually satisfying connection, or quite possibly, love.” 

Tom didn’t move, just seemed to be staring at me with a new found appreciation. At least, so I thought. 

“I concluded that these young boys then had to cease their romantic relationships with their older mentor and marry women, thus ending their bond with their teachers. Almost like they needed to do this to alleviate any further complications with love, as these types of relationships were not looked on favorably.” 

Tom smiled. “Is there more?” 

“You’ll have to read it to find out.” 

Tom inhaled and refolded those giant arms across his chest again, giving me a look of approval. I saw his lips getting moistened by his tongue and his smile grew on his face.  

I stood my ground, letting my eyes fall slightly to his thick neck, watching the veins in it shift, following the river like line over his rounded shoulders. Those massive, hard, sculpted shoulders…. 

“And if you had a mentor like that, what kind of relationship do you think you would find yourself in?” His grin was spreading, and he said it so calmly I almost shivered in excitement at the thought.

He was definitely teasing now. 

I found myself smiling, and my eyes fell to the hardwood floor and looked at his giant feet. His feet were long, nice arch, smooth, just wide enough to look thick like the rest of him, but thin enough to showcase the curve of the arch. “If I had a mentor that was bigger than me, stronger than me…then I know I would definitely find myself in the more submissive role. But to be honest, I would welcome a complete sexual relationship. But it would need to be mutually satisfying.” I looked up at his eyes, that were now half squinting as I spoke.  

Tom unfolded his arms again and stood up straight, his big hands hanging by his sides. He took a step towards me slowly, squaring off in front of me. He was about a foot away from me, so close I could smell him. “I guess I’ll ask again then.” There was a slight pause, my heart pounding as I looked up into his face as he stood so close to me. “Do you want me to teach you Brian?” His deep voice was almost a whisper as he shuffled slightly forward some more. 

My eyes were almost level with his pecs. I could see the points of his nipples sticking out under his tank top. If I opened my mouth, my tongue could probably reach them he was so close. I could hear him breathing, could hear his heart beating in his chest. Or was that mine? 

I lifted my chin up a bit more to look up at him. He still had his glasses on, giving him that older, scholarly look. Except his muscles were bulging as he stood before me in cotton pants and a tank. I swallowed hard, licking my own lips nervously and looked directly into his light brown eyes. 

“Yes.” I said, barely audible. 

Tom moved a couple inches closer. I inhaled more, smelling that musky vanilla scent. My nose was almost touching his bulging pecs when I felt his two hands touch my forearms so lightly I had to turn to make sure. I saw his thumbs gliding up my arms, past my elbows and over my triceps as I listened to his breathing increase. 

When his hands moved to my broad shoulders, I felt my body being pulled into him ever so slightly. My face went into the crevice between his mighty pecs and I felt his bare flesh touch my cheek as he wrapped those massive arms around me into a tight hug.  

“I’ll teach you anything you want.” He whispered, resting his chin on the top of my head.  

I pulled my hands out of my pockets and tentatively moved my arms around his hard body. My hands connected around his back, feeling like I was hugging a piece of granite. As soon as my arms were around him, his hands moved me gently back a bit, off his might chest. One finger and thumb took me by the chin and lifted my face upwards. I watched him bend at the neck, his face coming closer to mine. His eyes open and zeroing in on me. I licked my lips and parted them slightly as I watched his do the same. 

At first our mouths simply connected, Tom pushing his lips into mine till the sound of suction came out as they parted. They did the same a second time, as if he was testing me. The third came with the feeling of his tongue sliding into me and I responded with mine. I felt my eyes closing, my body coming to life. I saw stars as happiness seemed to flow through me. It was like being kissed by someone who already KNEW me, who could set me on fire with just one lip smacking connection. I felt his body pressing into mine as our mouths opened wider and we let the kiss take over. 

He felt more solid than Frank. He kissed more passionately than my baseball coach Steve. There was a feeling of tenderness unlike with Aaron. There was already a hunger rivaled Stefan. The only difference was the smoothness of his face and the massiveness of his body. 

And from the feeling against my leg of something very large, Tom was proving to be an impressive specimen all round. 

His lips separated from mine and he lifted his head, those eyes more golden than ever underneath his thin glasses. He stared at me for a moment, with a look of disbelief perhaps, and removed his glasses to set them on the counter beside us. 

“Is this okay?” He asked me quietly, those giant hands sliding up and down my arms so softly I was getting goosebumps. I took a deep breath to try to stop myself from shivering, catching a glimpse of the protruding bulge to the side of his crotch.  

I nodded. “Should we be doing this?” I asked even quieter. “You are my professor after all.” 

His hands squeezed my arms and shoulders and a half grin appeared on his face. “Well you did just hand in your paper, so technically….” 

I let out a bit of air, realizing he was right. “But you haven’t marked it yet.” 

He looked briefly sideways at the paper on the counter and then back at me and came at my face suddenly, kissing me hard, pulling my head into his. He took my breath away, literally, as his hands moved around me and grabbed my butt hard. I pressed into him, feeling him against me. I inhaled through my nose as our mouths worked together. I was on my tiptoes as the warmth of his embrace filled me inside and out. 

When we parted again, both of us were panting. He held me against his body and I felt his erection hard against me. It felt thick, and huge. 

“If I tell you now you got an A, then what happens next won’t matter, right?” His voice was gravelly now, almost animalistic. There was a look of hunger in his eyes, as I’m sure there was in mine. 

“Right.” I said and then kissed him back. I felt my feet leaving the ground as he stood up with me attached to him. I was moving, not sure of where I was going but I didn’t care. I was in the arms of another big strong man. A man who was older. Mature. Built. And single. 

I opened my eyes halfway up the stairs, Tom’s lips still on mine, kissing me the entire way. My hands were on his bare skin, feeling his shoulders, those steel deltoids, then his biceps and triceps, flexing in my hands as he carried me around corners as if I weighed nothing. I pulled at his tank top, dying to touch the rest of him. He pulled away from my mouth as if he knew what I wanted, and he let me lift the shirt over his head. 

“Holy shit.” I muttered as I saw the bulging pecs between us. My hands went right to them, feeling the smoothness of them, grasping the perfect sized nipples that were hard as I grinded my waist against him. I heard him grunt, almost making a low growl as I clutched his chest, the feeling of moving backwards slowly making me even dizzier in his arms. There was a smile on his face as he watched me, those eyes glaring at me as we entered his bedroom. 

He placed me on the bed on my back and stayed connected with me, covering me with his enormous figure. My legs instinctively went open as he moved in between me, the feeling of his thick rod rubbing against me as he pushed my arms up and slid his hands underneath my shirt. 

“Oh my God you feel so good already.” He breathed onto my neck as his face moved down my body. His knees were now pressing under me as he leaned over me, tasting my skin as he moved down, sliding my shirt up and letting his hands move over my lean torso. His mouth met his thumbs as they lifted my shirt and I felt his tongue lick my abs downward in soft kisses. I laid back, seeing the top of his blonde head moving slowly down as he worshipped my abs. His hands looked huge as he moved them sideways, holding my sides as his face moved around my lower midsection. 

I felt his mouth move over my bulge, his hot breath seeping through my pants as I closed my eyes, staring up at his white ceiling. I was lying on the king sized bed of my history professor. And he was breathing over my covered crotch. He looked up at me, his hands beside my hips, his neck thick, his rounded shoulders looking like two granite boulders. I saw his hands moving to the button of my pants as his eyes remained fixed on me. I was panting in anticipation as his large fingers worked in slow motion to undo my jeans. My mouth was hanging open and I could see my own abs contracting as I felt shivers as his fingers found my bare flesh. 

I lifted my ass a bit as he hooked his fingers into my waistband and he pulled my pants down, underwear and all. I heard him breath in as his eyes fell down to my erect cock as it rested against my hip. 

“Oh Brian….” He moaned as he looked down at it. Gingerly, his warm hand wrapped around my 8 thick inches and he stood it up. He slithered down a bit, spreading his big body between my legs on the bed below me as his face lowered to the head of my cock. He rubbed his thumb up the side of my shaft and then rubbed the tip before gently laying a soft kiss against the side. It brought a gasp to my lips, and I heard a little groan escape my mouth as he did it again. 

His golden brown eyes looked up at me as he kissed lower down, sliding his tongue out to lick my smooth balls before he licked up the side. His eyes were still on me, locked on mine as I watched this handsome older intellectual man begin to enjoy my dick. 

“What a beautiful cock you have….” He moaned before taking it in his mouth. I felt a warmness wash over me and I had to sit up a bit as the sensation hit me. I felt my hands gripping the duvet, curling up into a crunch as he swallowed my entire shaft, burying his nose into my abs. With a precision and skill like a professional cock sucker, he began an unhurried enjoyment of my member. 

I begged him to stop at one point, feeling the rushing emotions of an orgasm coming my way. He let go of the base of my dick, coming off it with his mouth in a lip smacking sound as his eyes peered up at me. I watched his body moving, crawling over me, his bare upper body rippling with muscles, and the noticeable erection in his cotton pants a tantalizing sight.  

One knee came over me, followed by a massive arm. I felt my heart beating wildly as my hands lifted to touch him, grabbing his elbows and moving up the v-shaped triceps. I caught my breath at the feel of the back of his arms, and found my eyes following my hands over the mountain shaped traps that led to his thick neck. I felt my leg move upwards as his knee moved under me. My mouth gaped open again as I saw his square jaw coming at me, his own mouth hanging open in anticipation of kissing me again. 

And when our lips met again I felt his body pressing down on me, against me, slightly crushing me into the bed in a solid embrace. He was the biggest, heaviest man I have ever had by this point, and the feeling of him was electrifying to me. I wanted to crawl up inside him he felt so good. The sounds he made as we kissed turned me on, letting me know how much he was enjoying it just as much as I was. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the mounds of muscles as they found the waistband of his soft pants. My hands went straight under them, moving over his smooth hard ass as I leaned up to reach as much of him as I could. He groaned more as my hands grabbed his glutes, making him move upwards, grinding his hard cock up my abs. It felt huge. And I needed to see it. Taste it. Worship it. 

Tom moved further upward, his legs on either side of me pinning me more to the bed as his pants hung a bit lower on his hips, showing off that definition of his abs and the lines moving south to his crotch. My hands moved back up his rippling body as he brought his bulge closer to my face as he squatted his hard ass over me. I put both hands on the covered package, feeling the thickness of it, the hardness of it, and the size of it. 

“Fuck.” I moaned as he stopped, his waist inches from my head. I crunched up and pulled the material down over his dick, and watched it flop out, bare. It was so big it hit my chest with a thud, and I smiled. “Fuck!” I said again and grabbed it, barely getting my hand around it. It was bigger than any other I had ever touched. The head was long, shaped nicely with the rest of the thick pole, making it look like a giant torpedo. It was bigger than Steve’s. Bigger than Frank’s. Bigger than Kirk’s.  

“How big is this thing?” I breathed out, stroking it slowly in front of me, watching the skin moving. It was uncut, the skin now stretched back, exposing this perfect looking tip. I could smell him, that scent again. Musky, but sweet. I needed to taste him. 

And as I brought his cock to my lips and opened up, swallowing down about half of it, he tasted just as good as he smelled. 

I felt his hand on my head, holding me lightly. There was no force, no pushing, just support as I tried to take as much of him as I could. From this position, still mostly on my back with him kneeling over me, it wasn’t easy. I needed him on his back. And I wanted his pants off. 

I pushed him back a bit and he lifted a knee as I slid out from under him. He had a momentary look of shock as if he had scared me and I was trying to get away. With his pants pushed down exposing half of his bodybuilder ass, his big dick hanging out in front of him, and his muscular upper body twisting around to watch me, he looked like a man caught in a half naked pose. 

I moved behind him and simply said, “Lay down.” He smiled, keeping his eyes on me as he slowly, purposefully, shifted his body around and pushed his pants lower as I now watched him. I moved in between his legs as he pulled his pants off, revealing the sexiest, meatiest legs I’ve ever seen on a guy. And I’ve seen a lot of sexy legs already.  

My hands looked at the bottoms of his feet as he pulled them up to free them from his cotton legs. They looked soft, smooth like the rest of him. As he straightened out his legs, now completely naked on his bed, my eyes drifted back up to his face, where his eyes were still staring at me. My hands went to his ankles as I shifted closer to him, feeling how hard he felt as I saw the monster cock pointing straight up his abs. The tip of his cock was resting beside his flat belly button, flaunting the lines of his abdominal muscles. I couldn’t believe that this was the body of my history professor. Forget Indiana Jones. Professor Tom was the bodybuilding version of him.  

My hand looked so tiny as I felt his round nuts, making his cock twitch as I touched him again. I went onto all fours and moved my face to the bottom of his rod and kissed it lightly, seeing it flinch again before I repeated many of his motions, licking my way up to the tip. He inhaled as I held it up, marveling again at the heaviness of his cock. It had to be ten inches, and about 6 or so around. I opened wide and started to enjoy the amount of dick I was now servicing as he moaned. 

His hands weren’t behind his head, or feeling his own body selfishly as I sucked on his dick. They were feeling mine still, caressing my hair as I sucked his dick, or feeling my own hands with his as I stroked or cupped his balls. He was more about feeling me as I tried, unsuccessfully, to take his entire dick down my throat. 

He pulled me off his dick to bring my face to his, kissing me so tenderly it felt surreal. I kept drifting away, closing my eyes at the feeling, forgetting he was almost 20 years older than me, and my professor. He was kissing me like he had found his other half. 

“I want to be inside you.” He whispered, holding my chin in his hand, his nose nuzzled against mine as he looked directly into my eyes. His lips stretched forward again, making sounds as he kissed me repeatedly until I nodded. 

“Yes. I want you inside me.” I barely said as I moved my tinier body over him, one leg spreading over his trim waist as his hands moved around to cup my ass. His hands were so big they covered my entire backside and then some. His fingers drifted into the crack, poking at my hole as I squatted over him, finding his mouth again to kiss him.  

“I knew you were a bottom.” He said into my ear as he moved his cock behind me, making my ass slide up and down it as he licked my ear. “From the first day I saw you, I wanted you.” His voice was making me moan. His cock rubbing against my ass was driving me wild. 

He stretched a giant arm sideways and opened the side table, fishing out a bottle of lube. He continued to kiss me as he expertly opened the lid and squirted a small dab on his fingers before he reached around to apply it to my hole. I moaned as he sat up, lifting my ass higher so that he could reach around me to rub it over his cock. I pressed my own cock in between his pecs, squishing those slabs of muscle towards my dick like two breasts. He moved a slick hand on my waist and lowered me slightly until I could feel an equally slick rod poking behind me. 

I grabbed the sides of his face and looked at him, Tom’s face tilted up to mine as I lowered myself. He was holding his cock in his free hand, helping to find my hole as we stared at each other.  

“Is this okay? No condom?” He grinned at me. 

His head felt so good in my hands, the feeling of his thin blonde hair so soft on the sides of his head, his neck muscles flexing as I adjusted over him. 

“I want to feel you.” He whispered, kissing the side of my cheek, not taking his eyes off me. 

I nodded, breathing in as I felt the first bit of pressure as that rocket shaped steel pole begged to enter me. “I want to feel you too.” My hands moved to his cheeks, feeling the first hints of scruffiness on his entire body as the day of this man emerged on his face. 

His hands spread my ass and moved me slightly, guiding me over him as the tip proceeded inside. I took a moment and breathed, pushing out a bit to let the head of his dick slip inside me. I saw the blinding light as the width of just his head punched through me. I hissed in some air, and pressed my forehead against his.  

“Easy.” I begged, feeling him stop slightly. His mouth was hanging open and he was trying to control his breathing, those light brown eyes still locked on mine.  

“Oh we are going to go slow Brian.” He said, that sexy grin spreading across his face, making me giggle a little and more of his cock slid upwards into me. I gasped again, his hands still holding my ass apart. But he waited, watching me, feeling my ass clenching around him. “Oh my God you are so tight….” 

I could feel my heart racing, sweat forming on my brow. I wanted him to slam it in me, to just make me take it all. But at the same time I knew it would hurt too much. I squeezed his head harder, feeling his ears under my fingers as I kissed his nose, then his cheek, then his lips as I tried to take more of him. 

He grunted in my mouth as I took more, a deliberate slow pulsing moment of him sliding in further, making me moan out “oh my God” as he did. 

“Just breath.” He said into my mouth, not letting me come up for air, nor stop me. 

I let out a loud sigh and let my head fall back as he sat up a bit in the bed and I felt the rest of his monster cock slide all the way in and I could feel his hard quads under my ass. 

“There you go.” He said, rocking forward and wrapping his massive arms around me. I felt like a child in his lap, rocking slightly with a thick steel rod shoved up inside me. But it was throbbing, beating with his heart. We kissed until I relaxed more, and his face pulled slightly away and he smiled. “Fuck.” He breathed out. “Look at you.” His hand patted my face, moving my hair around, letting a finger slide down the side of my cheek before he lightly kissed me again. “So fucking beautiful.” 

I couldn’t help but grin, feeling the enormous thickness of his meat in my ass. I shifted slightly and both of us inhaled deeply, feeling the effects of movement. I just looked at him and nodded.  

“I’m inside you now.” He whispered, putting his hands on my ass again and squeezing my butt around his cock, making me breathe in deeply again. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” 

“So do you.” I moaned as I tried to believe it, the sheer size of his cock still stretching me to my limit. I unlocked my legs around him and planted my feet on the bed and leaned back to ride him. 

Tom growled as he watched my body move into position and slid his hands around to my waist as I started to lift myself up and then lower myself down. Repeatedly. Increasing the pace. Our eyes still staring. Still glued to one another.  

I rode him, taking him like a champ. As if he belonged inside me. As if my ass was the one that was ready to take him. He seemed to watch me in awe, amazed at how I could take it. It was like he was proud. It was like he wanted me to adjust first, before he took over. 

He got that look in his eyes as I bounced on his dick. That look of sheer lust, as if he was going to lose control. So I wasn’t too surprised when he leaned forward and practically stood up on the bed with me impaled still on his cock and flipped me around. I was on my back in a flash, his hulking figure over me, my legs spread wide as he plunged deeper into me. I yelled out in ecstasy as he shifted deeper in me, both of us seeing the flow of pre-cum oozing from my dick as he hit new spots in me. 

“You like that?” He grinned over me, pushing my legs back. I squealed as it felt like he stabbed my insides until we got into a comfortable position. His body covered mine, his lips found mine again, and he slowly rocked into me, fucking me with passion, slowly, sensually, deliberately. His rhythm was steady, and he felt like he was plowing me with a giant pole. I loved the feel of him, his rock hard body, so big, so pumped, so shiny with sweat that he looked amazing. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I couldn’t believe he was inside me raw. I couldn’t believe I was having sex with my history professor. 

“I’m gonna cum!” I suddenly said, gripping his biceps. My mind was racing at how hot he was, and how in the moment I was that it came over me so suddenly, the feeling of his thick cock pumping me bringing me to the edge. 

“I’m going to fuck it out of you Brian.” He panted, his eyes fixated on mine again. “Don’t blink.”  

I held on to his biceps, both hands trying to hold on to as much of his guns as I could as he fucked the cum right out of me alright. I convulsed under him, but he didn’t stop, just kept the same steady pace as my cum started to shoot from me. It went sideways at first, shooting to my left straight up my chest as I grunted through it, keeping my eyes wide open and locked on those two golden pupils staring over me. Tom didn’t look at my cum. He didn’t look down at all. Just kept his arms at the side of my head and humped into me as spurt after spurt erupted from me. 

“You ready for mine?” He grunted. “You want my load Brian?” He said a little louder. 

I nodded, trying to not shake any more as the last drops dribbled out of me as he relentlessly pounded into me. “Do it! I want it in me!” I moaned, squeezing his biceps and feeling them flex and tighten under my fingers. 

I watched his brow furrow. I saw his eyes squint. Saw his jaw tighten. Heard the low growl grow louder until the veins in his neck popped out and his mouth opened, letting the sounds escape as he tried to keep his eyes open. I reached up and held his face in my hands.  

“Cum in me Tom.” I grunted at him and that did it. He started with an “oh yeah” and then lost his voice, gritting his teeth and pumping into me harder, keeping up the same steady rhythm as he unloaded in me with each thrust. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open as he fucked his seed deep in me with that giant cock of his as his manly grunts filled the bedroom. I took every slam, felt every muscle on him tighten, and watched his face work through the entire orgasm. 

He let out a deep exhale and then sat a bit upwards, grabbing my cock in his fist and squeezing out any last drops as he kept his cock in me. I let my hands slide down his face, over his protruding pecs and down his washboard stomach to feel the base of his cock and my ass still attached to it. 

“Holy shit.” He moaned, wiping his forehead with a hand before he smiled down at me. His hands then went to my body, covering most of it with the sheer size of him. He rubbed the wetness from my cum into my skin, making sure he rubbed it in, before he leaned over me to lick some spots, and then greet me with a kiss. “I just might have to give you an A plus now.”  

I chuckled with him, as he kissed my neck and started to withdraw his cock. He still felt fully erect, and as he started to pull out, it felt like there was an endless pole slowly leaving my ass. I held on to his waist as he slid backwards, until he popped out and I let out a big sigh. I kept my legs open, hanging in the air as if my ass was still gaping wide. It probably was, but Tom just moved to the side and nestled his body next to mine, pulling me towards him, both of us wet with sweat and cum. 

“Please tell me you can stay for a while.” He whispered into my ear as he nibbled at it, his humungous arms now clutching me tight. I felt like I was being swallowed up in him, his one leg draping over me and holding me into his body.  

He felt right. Safe. And had no one to worry about catching us. Or coming home. 

“I can stay.” I said, listening to his heart beating fast behind me. I felt his body relax, as if he was smiling. And I wondered if this was the start of something different. “I think you have more to teach me?” 

He gave a little grrr and sort of humped his hip into me as he held me tight. “So much for me resisting.” 

I gripped his forearm around me and wiggled more into him, finding the right folds for my smaller frame to fit into his. Even though he was my professor, I was feeling that this teacher-student relationship was going to be beneficial.