Teaching Him

by Dillon Hunter

  There’s no real way to answer that without admitting that I’m doing something, so I just nod and sit down on my bed without making eye contact again.

  At least I can’t accidentally start pacing again as long as I’m sitting here. But I am still facing the clock, no matter how guilty it makes me look.

  For a moment, I toy with the idea of confessing. Brian wouldn’t judge me. I mean… I was pretty sure he wouldn’t.

  But it had been pretty tense when he and I had run into Professor Bradshaw last night, and I really didn’t want to risk a repeat performance if Brian decided to walk down to the parking lot with me and confront him again.

  Yeah, no.

  That could never happen.

  And while I wasn’t worried about my roommate judging me, I also didn’t really feel like getting a lecture from him.

  He wouldn’t understand how much I want this, anyway. How much I need this hook-up to happen.

  Ten more minutes before I can slip out of the room and make my way to the parking lot. These are going to be ten of the longest minutes of my life.

  “You’re seriously not going to tell me what’s going on?” he asks, the irritation in his voice coming across crystal clear. “You have to admit I’m a good wingman. I even backed off last night when you wanted to go home with that guy. Your professor.”

  “I didn’t go home with him,” I say, still not taking my eyes off the clock. “We just… talked.”

  And kissed.

  And then today happened.

  “He was sure acting like he wanted to do more than just talk,” Brian says. “He looked like he wanted to fu—”

  “Okay,” I say, interrupting him before he can finish. I can only hope that’s what Professor Bradshaw wanted. And even though today seemed to confirm all of Brian’s suspicions, I can’t let him know just how right he is. “That wasn’t what he wanted,” I lie. “We just talked for a few minutes and then I came back up here. He wouldn’t have even given me a ride at all if you hadn’t gotten me drunk before we even made it to the bar.”

  That part was true, at least. Though I really should be thanking Brian for bugging me to take those shots before we went out.

  Without him, last night probably never would have happened. And then today wouldn’t have happened.

  And then… tonight.

  “I’ve gotta go,” I say, standing up from the bed so abruptly that I know for sure I’ve just made myself look even more suspicious. But whatever. I’ll deal with Brian later. “I don’t know what time I’ll be back, but… it might be late. Or tomorrow.”

  Brian looks at me like I’m crazy. A crazy liar. But at least he doesn’t give me any crap about what I’ve just said.

  And maybe I am a crazy liar, but my heart is beating so fast and I’m already so hard just thinking about Professor Bradshaw that I really can’t be bothered to care about anything else.

  Is that bad?

  Yeah, probably.

  Is it still the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me in my life?

  Absolutely.

  Will Professor Bradshaw keep me out all night doing more amazing, crazy, dirty things that I can’t tell anyone about?

  God, I hope so.

  Chapter Nine

  Nick

  Kissing Colton in my car the first time had almost given me a heart attack.

  Blowing him in my classroom had probably taken ten years off my life.

  So by those standards, letting him inside my house is pretty tame. It would almost be boring, except it’s Colton, and just being near him is exciting enough for me.

  But even though I’m not worried about anyone seeing us here—making it by far the safest encounter we’ve had in the past couple of days—it feels dangerous in a completely different way.

  This is my house. My personal space.

  It’s intimate.

  Seeing him here, in my living room, surrounded by all of my things makes this feel like something a lot more serious than just a random hook-up.

  And it sort of is more serious, even though we definitely haven’t discussed it. We haven’t even really discussed the hook-up part if I’m being honest.

  “Have a seat,” I say, nodding toward the couch and hoping I sound a lot less nervous than I actually feel right now. “Are you hungry? Have you eaten?”

  He shakes his head, easing himself down onto the edge of my sofa cushion without breaking eye contact. His big, green eyes are so wide and innocent that I’m immediately hard just looking at him—even though I know for a fact that he’s not quite that innocent anymore.

  “I didn’t want to risk being late, so I just…” His voice trails off as he shrugs. “I’m not that hungry, though, so it’s okay.”

  His stomach growls and his face instantly flushes, giving away his little lie.

  I grin. “Oh, yeah? Well, I’d make you something but I have to confess I’m not much of a cook unless you like mac and cheese. But how about if I order us a pizza and then we can just chill for a bit?”

  “Okay,” he nods. “That sounds good. Really good, actually.”

  I catch his eyes as they quickly move down my body before finding my gaze again. I wonder if he’s as eager for tonight as I am. I wonder if he’s been thinking about what we did earlier today ever since he walked out of my classroom.

  I’ve already jerked off twice more at work just from remembering the way he looked at me, the way he tasted, the way he gave himself over to me so willingly and completely.

  And now he’s looking at me like that again. A clean slate, wide-eyed and ready for me to use.

  Jesus Christ, this guy is going to be the death of me.

  But fuck, it’ll be worth it.

  The pizza is half-gone.

  The initial awkwardness of having Colton here in my house?

  Mostly gone.

  He seems to be less nervous, at least. Whether that’s due to the pizza or the fact that I’ve somehow been able to keep myself from jumping on top of him and ripping off his clothes, I’m not sure.

  He’s definitely not making it easy for me, though.

  I honestly don’t think he realizes just how sexy he is. I know for sure he isn’t trying to be. There isn’t anything fake about him.

  And even though I wouldn’t say he’s been flirty, I’m certain I’ve caught him staring at my crotch more than once.

  Close enough to flirting in my book.

  We’ve stopped eating and I’ve moved our plates to the coffee table—hey, I’m not fancy—and I know I need to make a move right now before the silence that’s stretching out between us turns awkward again.

  I move closer to him on the couch and put my arm around his shoulders. He looks up at me with a hint of a smile on his lips as he nestles against my side.

  Thank God.

  He’s okay with this. He wants it.

  And if there was any doubt, I can see the outline of his erection already straining against his jeans.

  I want to touch it. I want to see it, to taste it again.

  Fuck.

  He’s still looking up at me, though, and right now what I want to do more than anything is to kiss that sweet mouth.

  He tilts his head back just a bit, as if he’s reading my mind. I can’t pass up an invitation like this.

  Our lips meet and fuck, it’s so good. Just as good, just as hot as the first time.

  I’m old enough that kissing really shouldn’t turn me on like this anymore, but there’s something about Colton that defies everything I thought I knew about myself.

  He shifts his weight and whimpers. I swallow the tiny noise hungrily, kissing him harder, deeper as I finally let my hands roam down that tight little body.

  Colton turns himself toward me and I pull him onto my lap, finally breaking our kiss as he straddles me. I take the opportunity to lift his shirt, helping him shrug out of it before tossing it aside.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, leaning in to tease one of those dime-sized, d
usky pink nipples with my tongue. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  “More,” he gasps, reaching up to grab my head and pull it closer to him. “Need you… please…”

  My cock throbs as he begs for more, and I already feel like I could come at any moment. But there’s no way I’m going to let that happen yet.

  We’re just getting started.

  “I want you naked,” I say, leaning back so I can run my hands down his chest. Both his nipples are hard and so fucking tempting, one of them already a shade darker from my teasing. “Right now. On my bed.”

  He looks slightly dazed as I help him to his feet and then lead him back down the hallway toward my bedroom. It would kill me to stop now, but I have to make sure he’s still eager to give himself to me.

  “Is this what you want?” I ask, unbuttoning his jeans as I kiss him roughly, then shoving them down around his thighs with one quick, smooth motion.

  His rock-hard cock would normally be all the answer I need, but I want him to say the words.

  I want him to beg.

  “Please, sir,” he gasps, grinding his pretty little cock against my leg as I reach around and grab his ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them with both hands. “This is… yes… please.”

  Fuck.

  Yes.

  “Get on the bed,” I demand, watching with satisfaction as he scrambles to obey the order. “Get on your back and pull your legs up tight. Let me see that pretty little hole.”

  He doesn’t even hesitate. And Jesus fuck, it’s such a beautiful sight that I can’t even move for a moment as I take it all in.

  That little pink pucker is going to feel so good. Tight and hot and all mine, all night.

  “Don’t fucking move,” I say, quickly stripping out of my clothes. “Stay right there, just like that.”

  The only part of him that moves are his eyes as he watches me walk around the side of the bed and take a condom and lube from the drawer of my nightstand.

  Yeah, we’re going to need a lot of lube tonight.

  I suit up and coat the rubber, then spread more onto my fingers for good measure before walking back to the end of the bed where he’s waiting.

  Such a good, obedient boy. Still lying there with his legs pulled up tight to his chest, showing off his most private spot.

  “You’re doing great,” I say, reaching down and running my slick fingers over the top of his waiting hole. His eyes go wide and he sucks in a sharp breath, and I swear to God he pulls his legs even tighter, forcing his hole to open for me.

  It’s such a hot sight, and I could seriously get off right now just seeing how eager he is.

  “Tell me you want it,” I say, just because I can. Just to hear him beg some more. “Do you want me inside this pretty hole?’

  “Yes, please,” he nods quickly. “I’ve been… been thinking about it all day. I want it so bad, sir. I’ll be good, I promise.”

  Oh, fuck.

  He really is trying to kill me right now.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I say, finally sliding a single finger inside his hot hole. Fuck, it’s tight. It’s gripping me, pulling me in—even his fucking hole is begging for more. “Going to stretch you and use you and own this fucking hole tonight. Is that what you want?”

  His cock twitches as I slip another finger in, slowly twisting and turning them, sliding in and out and preparing him for my cock.

  There’s already a pool of pre-cum smeared across his stomach from the way his cock is pulsing and jerking. I reach down with my free hand, running a finger through the sticky, clear fluid and then bringing it to his lips.

  He opens his mouth and sucks my fingers hungrily.

  “Such a good boy,” I say. “Such a dirty, sexy, obedient boy. We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

  I let him suck on my fingers for a few more moments while I continue to finger fuck him with my other hand. My own cock is so hard that it’s aching, my balls tight and churning in anticipation of the release that’s coming.

  I slowly, almost reluctantly withdraw my fingers from his mouth and his ass, leaving him wide-eyed and whimpering as he waits for my cock.

  I can’t resist teasing him with it first, though.

  Reaching down between his legs again, I give his hole a little slap, loving the way he moans like a fucking porn star as that tight little hole winks, ready for more.

  Ready to please me.

  “Going to fuck you now,” I say, pressing the head of my cock against his opening and groaning with satisfaction as it slowly disappears past that tight ring of muscle.

  He’s so fucking tight it takes my breath away as I bury more of my cock in his ass. I don’t stop my slow, steady thrust until I’m balls deep, his tight heat gripping every inch of my shaft.

  Colton is moaning loudly, incoherent words spilling from his mouth as I start to pull back out and then push all the way back in.

  I can tell the moment I brush up against his most sensitive spot because his mouth opens and his eyes roll back in his head. He stays just like that for three full thrusts as I stretch him, fill him, nailing his prostate over and over again.

  And then he comes alive as he comes undone. His back arches and I swear to God his ass gets even tighter as every muscle in his body flexes.

  “Oh, fuck, Colton,” I groan. “You’re so fucking tight. Gonna make me come, baby.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, body rocking with each word as I thrust faster, harder, deeper. “Need it now. Need you now. Please, please…”

  I reach down and wrap my hand around his hard cock, stroking it in time with each thrust as my orgasm starts to rush through me.

  “So hot,” I pant. “So fucking sexy. I’m gonna fill you up, gonna make you beg for it.”

  “Please, sir,” he whimpers, obedient as always. “Harder, please. Almost… there…”

  I slam into him, both of us crying out in unison as I give him what he needs. “Fuck, oh fuck,” I growl, stroking him faster as my balls tighten. Time to see just how obedient he could be. “Come for me, Colton. Now, baby.”

  One more low moan escaped his pretty lips as those first hot jets spilled over my fist and onto his tight abs. It was enough to push me over the edge. I thrust hard, burying myself deep inside him as my own orgasm overwhelmed me.

  His tight ass milked my cock as I leaned in, kissing him deeply.

  “Jesus, baby,” I whispered, keeping my hard cock deep in his ass as I lowered myself onto the bed next to him. “You’re so fucking perfect. Such a good boy.”

  He smiled as his eyelids drifted shut. As much as I loved looking into those sexy green eyes, I didn’t make him open them again for me this time. He had already done enough. He’d earned his rest.

  And besides, we still had all night.

  Chapter Ten

  Colton

  I think I’m dreaming.

  I must be dreaming.

  My eyes are still shut tightly, but I can feel the morning sunlight on my face. I’m on a bed—definitely not mine—that feels like heaven. Like soft, fluffy, body-hugging heaven.

  And I’m cuddled up against a warm, hard body that can only belong to one person.

  My professor.

  It can’t be real, though. This can’t actually be my real life now. The stolen kisses. The fast, frantic, hot-as-hell blowjob. The marathon of sex that left both of us a sweaty, sticky, happy mess.

  If my body—and my ass, oh my God—wasn’t so sore, I’d swear that none of this could be real.

  Finally cracking open my eyes, I can’t help but smile. I’m facing him and his arms are wrapped around me, holding me right here where I want to be—so close that our bodies are pressed against each other.

  As if he can read my mind, his arms flex and tighten around me.

  “Good morning,” he murmurs, planting a kiss on my forehead as his dark brown eyes meet my gaze. “How did you sleep?”

  I turn my head to the side, stifling a yawn. “Feels like we just fel
l asleep a few minutes ago.”

  “Pretty sure that’s actually what happened,” he laughs, the deep vibrations moving directly from his chest to mine. “I have a feeling I’d never get any sleep with you here to tempt me.”

  I smile up at him, wondering if that means he wants to see more of me. I could definitely get used to sleeping here instead of on my too-thin, lumpy dorm mattress. I mean, sharing a room with Brian was fun most of the time, but come on.

  No comparison to sharing a bed with Professor Bradshaw.

  Yeah, no contest at all.

  “What do you have planned for today?” he asks, breaking the silence that had started to stretch out between us.

  Oh, God.

  How should I answer? Is that a hint? Does he want me to leave? Is he just making conversation? What do people even do on a Saturday?

  “I, um,” I begin, completely drawing a blank as my brain shuts down. “I don’t think I have any plans. Maybe, um… homework later?”

  He laughs. “Are you just saying that for my benefit? You know I won’t punish you for not studying today… unless that’s what you want…”

  Even though I’m pretty sure my cock is chafed from all the action it’s seen in the past twenty-four hours, it still twitches at his words.

  I don’t even know for sure what that kind of punishment would be, but I’m totally on board. As long as it includes his hands and my body?

  Yes, please.

  He grins, reaching between us to lightly stroke my growing erection. “You like that idea, hm?”

  I suck in a sharp breath but moan at the same time because as tender as my dick is, it still feels so good. And I will absolutely fight through the chafing if it means spending a little more time naked with him.

  “Yes, sir,” I say, already feeling a little breathless. “I probably need to be, um, punished.”

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans, moving his hands around to cup my ass as he grinds his already-hard cock against mine. “How is it that you can be so sweet and so, so bad at the same time? You’re killing me, baby.”