My First Year in University

I stretched out, half asleep still, the morning light just barely cracking through. The sheets beside me were cool, empty. My leg moved sideways and I felt a lump at the end, and the sound of Mikey’s collar as he stirred. I cracked an eye and looked down, seeing the dog at the bottom of the bed, curled up in the empty spot. I turned sideways, seeing the light poking through the blinds, and a note on Tom’s empty pillow.

I could see his masculine capital letters, my name on the folded paper. I stretched again, clenching my ass, feeling last night’s load still inside me and rolled sideways, Tom’s lingering scent still on his pillow and side of the bed.

“MORNING BABY. GONE TO THE GYM, THEN TO CAMPUS TO FINISH MARKING AND SUBMIT GRADES. BE BACK AFTER LUNCH. BE READY FOR ME.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at the last sentence. It had been almost a week and I was still at Tom’s. I knew I had to get back home. Back to my mother’s house. Back to the job waiting for me. Back to Frank. But Tom wasn’t rushing me. And the more I stayed, the more I wanted to stay.

I knew Frank was waiting for me. That big Italian hunk. My boss from last summer. Who was getting married this summer. I looked at Tom’s pen scratches, and smiled. Here was a man, who was not ashamed of who he was. Who was living his life the way he wanted. And he wanted me.

I rolled on my back and thought of Aaron, the 3rd year jock that I had thought about starting a relationship with. But he wasn’t the committing type, screwing around behind my back. And then in front of it in Daytona with others. The guys I had met with over this past year were closer to my age. I thought I had found a boyfriend in Stefan, the older looking football stud that ditched me for his quarterback. I was hurt, but pretended not to be. Instead, I turned my attention to the flirtatious professor of mine. But I couldn’t get my baseball coach, my construction daddy Rick, the lawyer Jay, and all the other older men I had explored with before I came to school out of my head. I thought I was done with daddy types. But the younger guys were just as frustrating. But with Tom….

My professor. I never expected this, finding someone that looked like him, that was into me even more than I was into him. At first he was just a hot looking teacher. But as I recognized the flirting, I suddenly saw the stupidity of the younger guys who were more interested in fucking everyone. Tom was teaching me a lot, including how okay it was to be with someone. Just one. And explore each other completely.

But he was 38. I was turning 20. I was a kid practically. Inexperienced. In school. He was a man. With a previous serious relationship. A career. And a body that was perfect. Smart. Handsome. Sexy. And not attached to anyone.

I wandered around his townhouse all morning, anticipating the lunch hour like never before. My body seemed to be alive after this week, my emotions bubbling, my mind craving this man. Tom was someone I fantasized about, lusted after, dreamed about. I had been seductively teased by others like him, but no one yet had been single and available. Willing to be “mine” and only mine. I would simply think of him and my insides flipped. I passed by things of his in his home and my cock reflexively thickened. I would get whiffs of him around the place and my ass would twitch. My desire for him was growing. But I still couldn’t get past the fact that he was my professor.

Around 1pm I heard the garage door and I felt this wave of adrenaline wash over me. Tom was home, Mikey ran to the door, and I positioned myself on the couch in the great room beside the kitchen/dining room. I had a pair of loose grey track pants on and a white tank top which showed off my shoulders and arms. I had worked out hard this year, and it was showing. Tom was always commenting on how broad my shoulders were, and how ripped I could be with his help. He was helping me in so many ways.

The door between the house and the garage opened and my man stepped inside. Just the sight of him took my breath away now. He was carrying a few grocery bags, wearing a pair of track pants (black) with running shoes and a grey hooded sweatshirt. He had his glasses on again, making him look like a scholarly athletic coach or something. I heard him greet Mikey who was wagging wildly at the door in silence as his daddy stepped inside. And my daddy too I thought, as I thought about wagging my own ass at him.

He stepped in more and the door closed behind him and he spotted me. It was as if his eyes had been longing for that moment too, as a big grin spread across his face as we looked at each other.

“Well hello there baby boy.” He said seductively. I heard the term of endearment and grinned wider, feeling my pulse rate increase. I loved it when he called me “boy” and “baby.” But the two together seemed to ignite something inside me, and turn me on even more.

“Well hello there Daddy.” I said without thinking in response. Tom sort of stopped and cocked his head sideways, as if taking in the term. I worried that I had crossed a line, and wondered if this was the type of relationship he was after all along. Or if it was just me.

He stepped inside and set the grocery bags on the counter, not taking his eyes off me. He paused at the kitchen, and smiled wider. “Daddy?” he let out a low “mmmm” and slowly moved to me. “I like the sound of that.” He stepped in front of me sitting on the couch and leaned down to me. “Give your daddy a kiss then little boy.” He stopped inches from me and parted his lips slightly.

I swear my heart was thumping loud enough for him to hear. “Yes Sir.” I breathed out and moved closer.

“Mmmmm” He said even louder as I went in, feeling those big lips covering mine and his tongue finding its way into me. I inhaled as we kissed, realizing how much I missed him. His hand went to my head as the other slid around my back and he pulled me up off the couch in that kiss. Up off the floor actually as his hands raised me upward, our lips never leaving each other. My legs wrapped around his waist and his arms circled around me. Then he stopped and pulled his head back, holding me in his arms, Mikey sitting beside his sneakered feet.

I breathed him in, smelling the outdoors on him, Spring smells mixed with his own scent that I had come to crave. I leaned into his thick neck as I heard him moaning.

“I think I like Sir even better.” His one hand moved up my back and I felt my body pressing against him, as if I needed to be even closer to him. He turned my head again to his and he kissed me again, slowly, deliberately. “I thought about you all morning.” He whispered. “What are you doing to me?”

I heard his words, and thought the same. I had been wondering that very thing all morning. Was this wrong?

His hand went down my back and straight in between my pants and my skin, his large fingers sliding down my trench. His middle finger moved directly between my glutes and poked at my well used ass this week. He tapped it as we kissed, making me grind even more against his body.

“You ready for me?” He whispered into my mouth practically. His voice was so deep it sounded like an animal growling, yearning, hungry for me. Tom had fucked me every day, multiple times at that. I never knew I could take so much dick so many times. And he had one of those hard-to-take dicks. And yet, as he rubbed that finger in my pants around my ass lips, my cock was already growing, and my hole was hungry again for him.

“Maybe you should see for yourself. Sir.” I said with a grin, pushing myself backwards from his chest, feeling the massive pecs beneath my fingers. Tom chuckled and let me slide down his body and watched me turn around and kneel on the couch.

Like a whore, I arched my back and slowly slid my pants over my bubbled jock ass. I turned back to look at him, resting my head against the back of the couch and then used my hands to spread my cheeks open. Tom’s eyes went to that area and his lip curled up in a half grin. Lust washed over his face and he moved towards me slowly, bending down on one knee behind me and placing his big hands over mine on my ass.

“Show me that boy pussy.” He mumbled, squeezing my ass with my hands underneath his own big ones.

I felt his breath on me first, his hands moving around my ass, gently caressing and teasing, until his index finger on both hands moved to the centre of me. I pushed out, and felt my lips pulse out as his wet fingers ran over it.

“Oh yes boy. Your lips look hungry.” His face moved forward into me, his nose starting at the bottom and then sliding upwards. He didn’t shave this morning, his scratchy face tickling me, making me feel him, sending me into shockwaves of pleasure. And then his mouth kissed the sides of me, his tongue emerged to lick my hole, forcing me to contract inwards in response. But he didn’t stop. He was ready to enjoy.

His tongue circled me, poking into me as his fingers encouraged me to flex again. He spit into me, a sudden cooler sensation before his hot breath licked it in further. His jaw was working overtime, slurping and sucking at me. The feeling was incredible, the sensations amazing. I had never had anyone before pay this much attention to this area. My man was enjoying this a lot. I felt proud to be his.

“I thought about this hole all morning.” Tom said between licks, his big hands squeezing my jock ass hard, squishing it together between his face. “I need to be inside you again already.” He moaned, giving me one long lick upwards.

I moaned and pushed my ass back towards his face and felt him do it again. I looked behind me to see him stand up and pull his black track pants under his enormous cock. His balls looked full, his cock was sticking straight out towards me. He wasn’t going to wait. Neither was I. I needed him back inside me as much as he needed to feel me surrounding him.

I spread my knees wider on the couch and felt his dick on my backside, slapping me. I heard him spit directly at my ass and felt the warmer liquid running between my cheeks before his big finger rubbed it in. With one hand on my lower back, he grabbed his own ten inches and guided it to my puckered entrance.

“This hole is mine.” He grunted as he started to push his large helmet into my much smaller opening.

“Yes Sir.” I moaned, reaching behind to stretch my cheeks wider for him to allow him in.

He pulled back and I felt his mouth at my lips, licking them hard and spitting more at my hole. “Show me that boy pussy.” He growled, rubbing his fingers along my trench. I pushed back and felt his mouth again at me, tonguing inside me. I groaned and pulled my ass wider.

He replaced his mouth with that big headed dick again and slid his entire helmet in me before he held himself still and grabbed my shoulders with both hands. My face was pressed sideways still on the back of his couch and I braced myself for the impaling.

“Sir wants inside.” He mumbled behind me. And I felt my own ass swallow him into me. His fingers squeezed at my neck, his body resisting the urge to plunge into me. Instead, he groaned as he felt my tunnel draw in that thick ten inches of uncut meat inside me once again.

I let out a low grunt as I felt the invasion, but it didn’t hurt. I welcomed it like a well-used whore. I gripped my own ass tighter as I felt more and more of him burying deeper. Until I could feel his hips pressing into my hands, and I knew he was all the way in.

I let out a loud groan as I felt his body connect with mine, pushing me more into the couch when resistance hit. He bent over me, bringing his hot breath to my neck and kissed me gingerly on the cheek. “Feel that big dick? I’m back home now.” His voice was deep, soothing to me as I gritted my teeth, feeling my tunnel walls expanding for him slowly. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me backwards with him, making his cock hit deeper into me and I gasped loudly.

“Oh fuck Sir!” I heard myself say in surprise. My eyes were wide open, both at the feeling of his cock from this angle as he held me upwards on my knees behind me, and at the usage of the term Sir. It evoked a long grunt from him, his mouth at my ear once again.

“Sir it is then boy.” His tongue licked the bottom of my earlobe and he breathed out slowly. “Now I’m going to fuck you like my own toy.” One hand came around my throat as his other hand circled my body. Right there on his couch, still completely dressed except for our pants lowered, Tom fucked me hard. I was a doll in his arms, this little plaything for him at this point. It was a repetitive pounding, his hand tightening around my throat at times that I clawed at it, feeling the size of his wrist and the power in his body, knowing there was no way I could win the battle. My body shook as he drilled me, my ass taking every thick inch easily. It didn’t hurt, just spurned us both on more.

I leaned back into him, trying to kiss him, feeling his stubbled cheek on mine, occasionally finding his lips connecting with mine. He was like a jackhammer, furiously pumping into me, with just the sounds of our panting filling the air. I didn’t even know where Mikey had gone, but figured even he was surprised at how his master was performing.

And then Tom let go of my throat, pulled out of my ass and left me practically collapsing on the couch in shock. I panted and turned around to see him just standing back, a wicked grin on his face, his cock at full mast and practically throbbing before my eyes. He winked at me and peeled off his sweater, letting all his muscles come out, revealing that awesome upper body that just made me drool. Without giving it a second thought, I was off the couch and down on my knees in front of him, grabbing his dick and taking it into my mouth.

Tom grabbed my hair and held back on face fucking me, seeing that I was doing quite the job on my own. “Yeah boy. Clean my cock before I put it back inside you.” I looked up, my blue-green eyes staring up as his big hand held my head and he slowly pumped that big dick down my throat. I was gagging, choking, slurping on it, making all sorts of noises that neither one of us seemed to care. I had never been this hungry before.

Tom stepped back again and left me on all fours, gasping for air, trying to swallow the saliva I had worked up, and pushed his pants down. In a couple seconds flat, my man was naked, before me. I think I growled and crawled forward, towards those big legs and wide feet. Again, like a hungry animal, I lowered myself on my hands and knees and started to lick the top of his right foot. I looked up to see Tom’s hands on his hips, watching me, grinning ear to ear as I tasted both feet, before my tongue started to lick its way up his gigantic legs. Tom had definition in every part of his body, and my tongue found those crevices, those curves, those veins all over his legs, until my mouth was at his midsection again, licking his hanging balls, feeling the heaviness of his tool against my face. When I started noisily slurping on it again he grabbed my hair with his fist and started to shove it in deeper. I gagged more, but took it, that big cock hitting the back of my throat easily due to its size.

“Take your clothes off boy.” He ordered, pushing me off his cock. I immediately obeyed, tearing off my shirt and pushing my pants and underwear off in one fell swoop. Tom had stepped around me and was now sitting on the couch, watching me, stroking his own big dick. I practically crawled back to him like a slut, wanting to feed again on that cock he had in his hands.

He spread his big legs and let me lick his member for a while, before he stood up, holding his cock in his hand. “On your back boy.” He ordered again. I scooted over on the floor, flopping over on my back below him as he bent down and grabbed me, pulling me towards the couch, lifting my ass upwards. When he squatted lower, pointing his cock down at me in his hand, holding me up by one leg, I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked like this.

He aimed that thick head into my gaping ass and then grabbed my other ankle and held my legs open as he spread his feet wider, and sunk into me, pile driving me. I was practically bent in half, and I grabbed his calves as he drove his cock into me deeper.

“Oh FUCK!” I moaned holding onto those thick legs as he stood over me fucking me hard again. Our eyes met and we both smiled at each other. Seeing his humungous body over me made me feel so tiny, half of me off the ground as he pumped into me. I could see his quads flexed, the triangular shape of the muscles at the end of his knee making me groan in delight. What a fucking powerhouse he is, I thought to myself as my hands moved upwards.

“Wrap your feet around me.” He ordered and let go of my legs, reaching down to take my hands in his. As I did, hooking my feet around his hard ass, he pulled me up off the floor in his hands, and I felt his cock reach deeper as he effortlessly drilled me a few times in midair, holding me perpendicular from his massive physique.

I could only grunt, feeling like he was punching my insides with his cock. I felt the urge to piss as he poked at my prostrate, and I almost felt like blacking out with the power he was exuding. I tried to control my bouncing head, and curled up a bit to look at the devilish grin on his face. No matter how hard he was fucking me, or what position, Tom’s eyes were locked on mine.

He let go of one hand and slid it around my back, followed by the other, lifting me up into his body. His hands slid to my ass, opening me up as he now bounced me on his cock, standing in front of the couch. It was like I weighed nothing to him, turning me around, walking with me gyrating against him, moving up and down his cock like a hungry little boy. His mouth covered mine, kissing me deep as he walked around the room, until I felt the wall behind me and I opened my eyes and let out another loud gasp.

Against the wall in the hallway, beside the garage door that Tom just walked through, he held me, pinned, one hand splayed out beside me as the other held the middle of my ass, his big cock still slowly moving in and out. Against the wall I could arch again, push back into him, hold onto his thick neck and stare back into his eyes.

“Fuck me Sir.” I moaned and his grin widened again before he devoured my lips and snaked his tongue inside my mouth. We breathed into each other as he fucked me against the wall. I held myself steady, feeling the powerhouse of a man he is. How he can hold me up in one hand and ram that big dick into me steadily. I grabbed my cock, our foreheads joined, our eyes still staring as his breathing increased.

“Sir’s going to paint your inner walls.” He grunts out and I jerk harder.

“Do it Sir. I want your cum.” I moaned back.

His brow furrows, his grunts grow louder, his face contorts slightly and his chest heaves more. And then there is one hard jab into me and Tom’s chin lifts upwards. I see his neck thicken and I push myself harder against him, taking him deeper, making sure the ropes of sperm are buried deep in me. He thrusts again, slamming his hand against the wall in unison with another hard quick ram into my body. With that, I exploded, all over Tom’s chest. The second shot erupted with a loud grunt in time with Tom’s convulsing body and another jab deep into me. Tom lowered his chin, seeing the dripping stream of my juice running between his tits. He watched me shoot another round, followed by a third and fourth, and then a small fifth shot as he jerked into me once again. I watched my cum pooling near my ass, down his washboard heaving abs. Tom leaned into me, and my mouth went to his nipple, licking my own fluid from it, sucking it back, and making him moan again as I felt his cock twitch inside me.

He held me there, nursing his pec as his cock still pulsed in me. My back was off the wall, and completely in his arms as he stood catching his breath. I felt a swaying motion, realizing that he was now rocking me gently, kissing the top of my head as those big arms cradled me.

“Such a sweet boy.” He whispered above me.

I moved my face between the cavern of his chest and listened to his heart beating steadily with mine. I felt completely at ease in the arms of my history professor. Now he was more. He was my man. I was his boy. I didn’t want this feeling to end.