My First Year in University

I woke up to a sound in the distance. Far away. Tapping on the floor. Like a dog running along hardwood floors.

I was in a King sized bed, big white duvet over me. I was naked, and my ass was tender. I rolled over, spreading my body wide, feeling the coolness of the sheets around me as I drifted more awake. As I turned over onto my stomach and raised my butt a bit, I buried my face into the pillow beside me. It smelled of him, Tom. My professor.

I heard rummaging downstairs and the sound of his chocolate lab trotting along. Tom was already up and had obviously returned from his walk with Mikey. I could hear water running, and the sound of food being poured into a bowl. When Tom’s deep voice said “Good boy” something in me stirred, and my cock started to swell. I started to picture him downstairs, wondering what he was wearing, and how long they had been gone. I opened a sleepy eye to find Tom’s clock and noticed it was only 7:30am. And then I heard the sound of Tom’s bare feet on the hardwood floors come closer to the stairs.

I pulled the duvet up over my shoulder and wiggled in the bed to face the doorway, waiting to see his hulking figure appear. And when it did, my dick grew even harder.

Even though it was the end of April, Tom had on a pair of grey cotton shorts, bare feet, and a hooded white sweatshirt. He had a baseball hat on, his glasses, and a big smile as he stepped into the bedroom.

“Mmmmm.” He grinned at me, pausing to lean in the doorframe and cross a foot at the ankles. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and looked at me under the covers. “Morning.”

I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on an elbow to grin back at him. “Well hey there big guy. Did you have a nice walk?”

Tom smiled, letting his mouth open a bit as he breathed in. “Would have been nicer with you holding my hand.”

I felt a little flicker of something inside me, as the thought of walking beside him filled my brain. “Well you should have woken me up and I would’ve gone with you guys.”

Tom closed his mouth and pushed his sweater lower, as if he was hiding his bulge. “You looked too good sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you.”

I let my own hand under the covers to grab my hard member as I watched Tom covertly doing the same, adjusting his growing tent in his shorts. “I’m awake now.”

Without a word, Tom slowly pushed himself off the doorframe and walked towards me, peeling his sweatshirt off to reveal a tight tee underneath. The big tent in his shorts made me inhale deeply as he moved closer. Still not speaking, he simply stepped up to my side of the bed and pulled his shorts out and over his erection and presented it to me. All ten inches of his uncut cock was standing at full attention. He smelled like sex, mixed with his scent, and I leaned forward even before his hand was on my head to feed me.

He stepped right up to the edge of the bed as I gripped his bull balls and opened my mouth to take him in. My tongue underneath that thick shaft made it glide down my throat as I breathed him in. I took it deep, gagging on him as my nose hit his abs and I pulled back, letting it back out covered in my own saliva. He held my head and let me suck on him, looking down at me as I did. I could see his big feet, smooth and perfectly formed. I stared at his defined legs, those muscled calves creating massive curves up to his thick quads that I now had a hand on. I let my hand move around to caress his hard round ass, as I managed to take more of his cock in my mouth, sucking it like the pro I had become. When my other hand started to stroke my own cock under the sheets, Tom finally spoke.

“Does sucking my dick get you going?” He whispered, letting his hand slide around my head, feeling my hair. With a mouthful of his meat, I mumbled yes. “Let me see.” He leaned over and flipped the covers back, seeing me lying sideways jerking my tool as I sucked on his. I felt his other hand on my leg as he pulled me sideways, to a sitting position off the side of the bed, still attached to his dick.

I leaned forward, momentarily letting go to grab his ass with both hands and let him face fuck me for a bit, before he stepped back and pulled me off the bed completely.

“On your knees and jerk your dick.” He said rather firmly. I obliged willingly, and resumed my cock sucking as I sat at his feet. My leg rested on one foot as my hand found the other. I loved the feel of his foot, and my hand was holding it as my mouth bobbed back and forth on his cock as my other hand fisted my own meat. The feeling of his big hand on the back of my head, and the sounds he was now making was turning me on. Big time.

When I stopped jerking, he forced his cock down my throat more and told me to keep going. “Don’t stop. I wanna see you jerk.”

I grabbed my dick again and continued to pound it as I sucked on his. By the sound of us, it was going to be a race to see who shot first.

“Cum for me baby.” He purred over me and I groaned into his dick. I wanted to please him.

I let out a loud moan and breathed hard on his cock, letting it slip from my lips. He knew what was happening, and he held my head in place.

“That’s it boy. Cum on me.” He urged me, grabbing his own cock and jerking it at my face as I felt my orgasm rising.

I looked down at his big feet under my dick and grabbed the back of his knee. “Fuck!” I moaned. “I’m cumming!” I felt his cock hit my face as he jerked, looking down at me as I reflexively thrusted my waist towards his legs, spilling my morning load over his shin and onto his left foot. I felt the third spurt of cum erupt from me as his fingers dug into my skull and he started to shoot his load into my open mouth and onto my cheek, grunting as he did. He let out a few more squirts as did I, until I felt his fingers relax on me, and he wiped the side of my face with his own cock before shoving it back into my hungry little mouth.

He let me suck it clean and then backed up and looked down. “Clean it off me.” He said with a grin. There was something about the way he said it, and the way it looked running down his ankle and the top of his foot that made me immediately lean down and begin to lick my own cum off him. I felt like a dog, my tongue tasting the top of his foot, my own cum, and my new man. I was enamored at the process, taking my time, looking up at his giant muscular figure over me as he watched me, not moving, allowing me to lick each spot on his foot and leg clean. When I sat back on my heels, he leaned down and picked me up easily under the arms, completely off the floor and into his body. My naked body attached to him, feeling his t-shirt between us as he smiled at me face to face.

“Lick my feet anytime you want boy. You do that, and you can stay as long as you want.”

I put my arms around his neck and nuzzled into his nose. “I’ll do anything for you, sir.” I giggled a little as he growled at me, teasing me with his lips until I went in for a proper kiss.

And just as his hands moved around my ass, and his fingers teasingly brushed by hole, he pried me off him and tossed me like a rag doll onto the bed and turned to leave. “C’mon mister. I need to feed you properly now.”

I watched him hike up his shorts over that beautiful smooth ass of his as he went to the stairs. I heard Mikey come to life downstairs as he heard his “daddy” coming. I stretched out on the bed, looking around at the bedroom for a moment, picturing what it would be like to wake up with Professor Tom every day. I caught myself smiling, but at the same time, I had a little frown on my face. What was I doing here? I thought to myself.

I cleaned up, brushed my teeth and put on a pair of shorts myself and a sweater and went downstairs to find Tom in the kitchen preparing for breakfast. Mikey came to me tail wagging, wanting some attention. He was a good dog, never barking much, and seemed to take to me, even bringing me his favourite little stuffed toy to show me this morning.

Tom peered over his big shoulder and winked. “He must know how much I like you. He doesn’t show that to just anyone you know.”

I settled into the chair at the other side of the island from Tom, remembering the pounding he gave me on it just last night. As Tom slid a plate of eggs and bacon towards me, I noticed that they were shaped like a cock. I couldn’t help but laugh as Tom gave me the eye.

“Nothing like having dick for breakfast.” He snickered at me.

We ate casually, and actually had a relaxing morning together, drinking an entire pot of coffee as we lounged. I felt relaxed, and safe, studying different aspects of Tom. Like the way his shoulders appeared to be round at the top, as broad as they were, with those triangular traps from the back of his neck going down. And how big and round his biceps were, especially when his arm was resting on the side of the couch. I could see the thick vein in his leg as we sat close, running down the inside of his thigh and down his calf. Pronounced again along the top of his bare foot as it rested on the coffee table. I used to fantasize about him in class dressed up. Now he was sitting here practically half dressed and it intrigued me more.

He suggested running a few errands, and we went out together in his car, first to the grocery store to stock up on food since I’d be staying a bit longer, and then to Home Depot to grab a few things he said he needed. I noticed people staring at him as we went by, lots checking out his ass which was on display in his jeans at this point. Tom seemed ignorant to the looks, obviously used it to when he competed. I guessed that since he was used to being on display in a skimpy pair of briefs, walking around fully clothed was nothing.

At one point in the grocery store, he hovered over a package of chicken and suddenly put his big hand across the back of my neck and leaned into me. “Just how long do you want to stay?”

I felt my heart stop and I froze, feeling his hot breath on me. I felt like everyone was staring at this large older man holding me. “How long do you want me to stay?”

I heard him breath in, and he released me and then leaned over to grab two packages, not answering me. But his smile said a lot. So did his hand as it went slowly down my back and grabbed at my ass quickly. When he winked at me silently, I blushed and followed his big body along the aisles, walking as close to him as I could.

But when one woman walked by us with a frown, I suddenly felt like I was doing something wrong. Tom didn’t notice, but I did. And I got very quiet. And uncomfortable.

Tom’s smile kept me calm as we checked out. He seemed to be looking at me more, only me, and no one else. Happiness exuded from him. His smile was wide and he couldn’t help but walk super close to me. As we walked out of the store, he draped an arm around me like we were buddies. But this close connection made me hard, and nervous at the same time.

As we got back in the car his big hand landed on my thigh and he turned to me, his left wrist hanging off the steering wheel.

“You okay?”

I nodded, silently, and felt his hand squeeze my leg.

“To answer your question, I want you to stay as long as you want. As long as you can.”

There was that smile again, and I couldn’t help but stare at him. His handsome face. His solid features. Those eyes. Without a word, he leaned over to me and gently kissed me, letting his lips open up and taking mine in his mouth. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and I closed my eyes in the feeling. He felt so good kissing me, like it was the most natural thing in the world. This giant man, kissing me. So when I suddenly backed off, Tom frowned at me.

“You’re not okay.” He lowered his chin but held his position.

I shook my head and quickly looked around the parking lot, figuring people were staring at us. Tom’s eyes looked around slightly and then he let out a puff of air. “Ah. Got it.” He smiled. “You’re not comfortable being this…out?”

I shrank back in the seat and looked up at those blue eyes of his peering at me. He gave me a very fatherly look and then squeezed my leg.

“You’re safe with me Brian.” He said, his deep voice penetrating my ears. But the message didn’t seem to get to my brain.

I put my hand over his, and looked down at the difference. He turned it over, palm up and let me slide my fingers into his big hand. It felt warm, smooth, soft, and very large, almost swallowing my own hand. But he squeezed tight, squishing my hand in his grip.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that just yet. Plus….” I hesitated as I saw his frown deepen. “…I’m worried someone from school will see us together….”

He gave a little snort and relaxed his grip. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

I froze at this, not expecting that reaction.

He lowered his face more, meeting my level and forced me into the sea of blue once again. “I’ll behave in public with you. I promise.” He moved closer to me, so that our noses were practically touching. “But I can’t promise I won’t behave when we’re at home.” He grinned wide, pretending to move in for a kiss but instead, just licked his lips and breathed in. “So let’s go home.”

My heart was pumping loudly in my chest sitting this close to him. I was locked in his gaze, and watched as he moved slowly away, letting go of my hand to start the car. I watched his hand move onto the gear shift, and saw the veins popping out on his hand as he moved the car into reverse. I continued to stare at him as he backed out of the spot, watching the lines on his neck, the contour of his cheek, the way his eyes darted around, until he started moving forward and his eyes moved back to me.

This time when he asked me if I was okay, I said yes.

I remember carrying in a bag of groceries behind him. I remember patting Mikey. And I remember being lifted up off the ground and having Tom kissing me. Passionately. I pulled Tom’s shirt off as he pulled off mine, and our chests smashed together as he walked me in his arms out of the kitchen and into the living room. There was a frenzied sense to us both, grabbing at clothes, unbuckling pants, and non stop kissing. We weren’t speaking, just peeling off clothes and feeling our flesh. We both suddenly wanted each other. The groceries would wait. And it seemed the living room was his next room to check off his list.

“When I want you, I’m going to have you.” He moaned at me, letting me slide down his big body so he could shove his pants to the floor. I quickly stripped off mine as he shoved both hands into the sides of his underwear and shucked those off as well, letting that big monster 10 inches of his flick upwards and smack his abs. I threw my pants to the side and then just looked at him, standing so close to me, naked. He was a vision nude, thickly muscled, rippling veins, with a sculpted physique. He should be on the cover of a magazine, or posing on stage he was that beautiful. Without thinking, I just stepped up to him and moved my hands to his chest, feeling the solidness of his pecs and started to glide my fingers over his body.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” I whispered as I stepped closer. I felt his big hands grab my waist as he looked down at me, tracing the line between his pecs straight down to his six pack abs. His hands cupped my ass, and both his index fingers dug into me, teasing my hole.

“You’re the beautiful one.” He moaned, leaning into my neck and sucking at my ear. I shivered, letting my hands continue south until they grasped the blood filled member between his massive thighs. I felt his breath come out as he groaned at my touch before his mouth clamped down on my neck.

I sank to my knees, ignoring his hands on me. I let my own hands move down his muscled quads as I came face to face once again with his cock. I kissed it tenderly, admiring the shape and the slight curve upward it had as my hands found their way to the top of his feet. His dick was at a 90 degree angle, pointing at me from his legs, begging to be sucked. I opened my mouth and felt Tom’s hand on my head, clutching a fistful of hair as he moved me towards his waiting tool.

“Fuck baby. Such a good boy.” That deep voice boomed as I took as much of it as I could. He just stood there, feet apart, and let me gag on his dick for a bit, before he pulled me upwards by the hair. His other hand came under my chin, and he brought my face to meet his in a sloppy kiss. He pushed me back down onto my hands and knees and bent over me, smacking my ass firmly with one hand as his other held onto my neck.

He smacked me again, and moved behind me. I turned to see him holding his cock in his hand, and then watched him kneel behind me. He tapped my back with his meat. It felt heavy, solid, And I suddenly wondered if I was ready to take that big piece of him once again. On instinct, I moved my knees slightly, pushed my hands down firmly and arched my back. Just like he taught me.

“I need to fuck you now.” His voice rippled through me, causing me to shiver again. He leaned back and spit into my ass, and then slapped his dick at my hole repeatedly. I wanted him. Just as badly.

“Fuck me.” I said simply, causing his eyes to raise and look up at me. He grinned – that same grin he gave the class when someone answered a question exactly the way he wanted. He bent a leg, and moved it beside me as his left hand grabbed my left shoulder. With his right hand guiding his cock into my ass, I braced myself for the insertion.

I felt the tip find my entrance easily, and there was a moment’s pause as the feeling of pressure hit me. And then all at one he sunk in, spreading me open wide and slamming all the way into me. I groaned the entire time, feeling my ass giving way, stars filling my head as I closed my eyes and took it. But I realized it was ME moving backwards. ME moving towards him. ME wanting to take it all at once, causing Tom to growl in that manly voice.

“Yeah take it all boy!” He yelled. “Got this little boy pussy trained already.” I felt his hand rubbing my ass, giving it a little playful slap as he throbbed inside me. He was all the way in. I felt his body against my backside, his left hand squeezing my shoulder.

I turned around to look at him, seeing the admiration on his face made me smile back.

“Look at you.” He smiled wider. “My little champ.” He curled his lip up and slid his right hand up to my shoulder and then started to fuck me.

I grunted with each forceful thrust, but I didn’t take my eyes off him. Just smiled right back at him as he started to pound my hole. I wanted it. I was ready for it. I was his.

“You like that big dick in you boy?” He snarled at me, one hand lifting off my shoulder to playfully slap my cheek a few times before he clamped back down on my shoulder.

“Fuck yeah!” I grinned back. I watched his body moving, and then his face relax a bit as he kept up the drilling. Then he gave me one hard shove and held himself still for a second, before he adjusted his position, moving his hands off me. He moved over me, covering my body with his larger one, his knees on either side of me, and his hands moving beside mine, covering them, holding them down. And very slowly, he started to hump me this way.

I was completely encircled by his body. I could feel his skin covering mine, as if he was a blanket around me. There wasn’t a part of me not touching him. I groaned suddenly, in a low sort of animalistic growl, as he started to slowly move his cock in and out of me, deeper and deeper it seemed.

I turned my hands so I could clasp our fingers together, and lowered my upper body down, feeling the weight of him bringing me towards the floor, with my ass still sticking up in the air. Tom’s mouth was at my ear, so I turned to him to try to kiss him. Our lips connected, and when our tongues found each other, my entire body collapsed under him, Tom’s full weight now on me, fucking me into the floor. I was losing my breath, lost in the sensation of reaching back to kiss him as he pounded my hole faster and deeper than before.

His groans grew, and I knew what was coming. I was pinned under him, feeling helpless, unable to touch my own aching cock pressed into the floor awkwardly beneath me. But as Tom’s deep guttural sounds grew, and knowing he was about to breed my ass once again, I felt my own cum being fucked out of me.

When I started to shake, Tom’s voice started to boom.

“Take it boy!”

“I’m going to fuck you into the floor!”

“You like my big cock?”

“Gonna breed this little hole!”

With every phrase I felt my cum rising, until his last loud sentence erupted from him.

“I own this fuckin’ ass!”

I groaned with him and felt my cock erupt under me as he slammed into me hard, deep, making me grunt in pleasure. He repeated the same action, digging his cock into me deep with a hard thrust, causing more cum to spill from me, causing me to groan and grunt loudly.

My body responded in shudders as he pumped again and again into me, until his body slithered over mine, and I felt all 250 plus pounds of him covering me. His mouth kissed at my neck, his hands moving over my head as I panted under him.

“Let me know if I’m too heavy.” He murmured above me as he left his cock to deflate inside me and his body remained on top of me.

But I didn’t want him to move. I liked the feeling of him crushing me. I liked the way he was kissing my neck and running his hand over my hair. I liked the way his cock felt inside me, his legs around me. I liked every feeling of being owned by him.

I not only liked it, I loved it.