The professor learns a lesson

At 66, Desmond Harris is still teaching at Cornell University in New York. Professor at the Psychology Department, he has been giving the same Sexual Behavior course over the least twenty years, not changing one iota in the curriculum. Author of many articles in the American Journal of Psychology, Desmond is known to be conservative, and some of his socio-psychological definitions tend to raise eyebrows, namely when he explains the meaning of losing one’s virginity.

- One is deflowered when there is vaginal or anal intercourse, active or passive, states the elder professor.

- The anal reference is absurd for the queer community, objects a student known to be a LGBT leader on the campus. That would mean that some sweet young innocent thing could give hand-jobs to ten guys, and blow twenty men, but as long as he hasn’t done anal intercourse, he can still call himself a “virgin”. This is obviously ridiculous.

- One of my colleagues believes that any form of sexual intimacy results in a loss of virginity, but I do not share his opinion.

- He’s perfectly right… even though I may have fucked him!

- We can agree to disagree, but please refrain from any personal comments, young man.

When it comes to talking about anal penetration, Desmond Harris doesn’t have much credibility. In the closet all is life, he goes to a discreet bath house when he’s horny, and indulges in nothing more than mutual masturbation and/or 69. This Fall, Desmond was assigned a research assistant, a rather good-looking graduate student from Michigan State University. Brent is 29, delicate build, soft-spoken, half-American, half-Indian, café au lait skin. Desmond welcomes him with a sturdy handshake and an underlying smile. He loves dark meat.

Brent shares Desmond’s office once a week to correct papers, and to discuss a new research assignment on LGBT sexual preferences. One Monday evening, after the course, Desmond invites Brent to his place. “We’ll be more comfortable; we can also share a glass of Chardonnay…” It doesn’t take time to share more than a sip of wine. When Desmond brushes his hand on Brent’s thigh, it triggers a cordial hug, followed by a sweet kiss. They are one step to jumping in bed.

The first encounter runs according to Desmond’s usual plan. He invites Brent to wear a red jockstrap, caresses the tight balls nicely wrapped in the jock fabric, bites the hardening rod before it peaks out of the elastic, kisses the hairy café au lait butt nicely framed. They engage in 69 and Desmond eagerly sucks the dark Colt pistol, licking avidly the violet pointed mushroom. Brent moans with pleasure and let’s Desmond try something he has not yet experienced: ass eating.

The professor first savors the spicy scent of the golden little bubble butt offered on a silver plate. He slaps the buns, bites them, licks the tight slit, slides his tongue to reach a hairless black rose bud. It is with frenzy that he tongue-twists his way into the gorgeous satanic haven. By now, Brent’s cock his hard as a steel blade. It’s his turn to try something Desmond has not yet experienced: anal fucking. The old professor is not relaxed enough to let Brent shove in more than half is weapon. “Sorry, it hurts too much, I’m a virgin, maybe next time…”

In the days that follow, Desmond thinks only of ass fucking when he takes a shower. He inserts his index finger to massage the anus and enjoys it. “Why am I so tense when Brent’s cute appendix approaches me? He’s the ideal candidate for my deflowering. His dick is pointed like the little Swiss knife he carries. I have to relax and let him work his way inside my back door.” By the end of the week, he sends an email to his assistant:

- Are we on next Monday for man-to-man pleasure?
- Of course, but will you let me fuck your White booty?
- I’m ready, come and get me, you sweet little ass teaser!  
- Do you have any special instruction?
- Yes, don’t shower for at least 24 hours.
- Why?
- You’ll find out in due time…

On Monday, October 29, 2018, Desmond welcomes his assistant with a quick kiss, a pat on the butt, and they head for the bedroom arena. As soon as Brent is naked, Desmond throws him on the mattress, and buries his face in the sweaty crotch. Smell is a sense often forgotten in male sexual acts, even though it can boost pleasure, certainly reduce tension in the case of professor Harris. Once inebriated by the virile scent, far better than Poppers, Desmond asks Brent to massage his inexperienced male pussy with a generous dose of lubrification.

The “Swiss knife” glides in so easily, and with no pain at all, that Desmond wonders if it is only half-way in. “No, man, my cock is all yours!” He encourages his fuck buddy to pound him rough and tough. The fuck is bareback, but for health concern, the explosion creams the plump cheeks. On October 29th, professor Desmond Harris has officially lost his virginity, according to his own definition of deflowering. He proudly notes it in his calendar book.

Once the research assignment is over, Brent agrees to fuck his director on the 29th day of each month to mark this special occasion for someone over 65. The arrangement unfortunately means that Desmond will not be often smashed in February, lol.