The Professor

by Alice Harper

  “Damn, boy,” Shane shouted as he got into his car. “You look like you're ready to get railed by some college hunks.”

  “Shane, for God's sake,” he said, as Shane started the car. “Keep your voice down. My parents are gonna hear you. You know how you told me to get myself ready for college men with whatever I could find?”

  Shane nodded, his face changing from a smile to a stern look. His ears turned red and he took a deep breath as if he was turned on.

  “My parents caught me shoving vegetables inside me like a damn turkey,” he said. “It was so embarrassing. I was forced to pray for an hour for my sins. I wish I could live an openly gay life.”

  “You haven't had sex with humans and you've already moved onto the plant kingdom,” Shane said with a laugh. “You need to move out of your parent's home. You'll never be able to live a gay life like this.”

  “I can't abandon them, Shane,” he said. “I'm their only way out of poverty.”

  When they reached college, he got down from the car and stared at the campus. It had a huge cafeteria at the entrance and their first lecture was at a hall at the other end of the campus. They both walked in silence, staring at the buildings and people walking in all directions.

  “Damn, college boys are so cute,” Shane said.

  “I agree,” he said, pointing at a man in tight shorts. “Look at that one in red.”

  “You have such bad taste in men,” Shane said. “Twinks make bad power tops. Look at the hunk he's talking to. Now that's a power top. You'll learn soon with some experience.”

  The lecture had already started and they were late. They took the seats at the back of the hall. 'Dr. Martin Roth’ was written on the board. The professor looked like he was in his early thirties. He had short dark hair and stubble. He was well above six feet tall and he had the body of a fitness model.

  “Damn, he's fine,” Shane said. “I'd never miss a class if all professors looked like that.”

  When the professor turned around to write something, they both instantly stared at his ass, which looked ready to burst out of his tight jeans any minute.

  “Imagine grabbing onto that ass while he fucks the daylight out of you,” Shane said. “I'll need a bunch of tissues for this class.”

  “How many of you think it's encoded in your genes to be left wing or right wing?” Martin asked and a few students raised their hands. “Okay, how many of you think being gay is genetic?”

  They both raised their hands and so did most of the class. Martin asked a few more questions about being religious and atheist.

  “Is it just me, or is he staring at me?” he asked Shane.

  “No way,” Shane said. “He's staring at me. I'm having a hard time stopping my eyes from winking at him. It doesn't matter who he's staring at. It only matters if he's gay, and if he is, my ass is all his to pound.”

  “I'm pretty sure he's looking at me,” he whispered. “He smiled back when I gave him a smile.”

  “But you haven't even lost your virginity,” Shane said. “It's too risky sleeping with the professor. You're too goody-two-shoes to take such a risk. It's best you leave the hoeing around to me.”

  “He'd be perfect to lose my virginity to,” he said. “I call dibs on this one. If he's gay, he's mine.”

  “Look at us queens,” Shane said. “It's the first day of college and we're already fighting over cock. We can't let a man come between our friendship.”

  “Or maybe he's staring at the both of us, for whispering too much in class,” he said. “Let's keep quiet now.”

  “I need a teacher assistant for this class,” Professor Martin said at the end of the lecture. “It doesn't pay much and I know it sounds boring. Raise your hands if you're interested.”

  They both raised their hands instantly and professor Martin smiled, showing his white teeth as if he was expecting it.

  “I'll need to interview the both of you,” Professor Martin said. “Send me an email and I'll give you an appointment in my office next week. Class dismissed.”

  “Do you think he's gay?” he asked. “We have a good enough radar, don't we?”

  “I don't know,” Shane said. “But I have ways to find out. Straight guys don't dress that good, though.”

  Chapter 5: Martin

  Martin crossed the street from the college and he was already home. He didn't even have to bring his car. It was one of the benefits of living just outside the college. He quickly replied to the emails Jimmy and Shane had sent him. Then he looked at the divorce papers lying before him on the table for the tenth time. He still found it hard to believe that his wife of ten years, Alice, had left him for a richer man.

  He had known something was going on with Alice for a few months now, but she wouldn't tell him. He'd noticed she wasn't happy around him anymore. One day when he came home from work, she had packed everything and left with their 18-year-old son, Nate. He had met Alice in high school and they'd fallen in love, or so he'd thought. She'd later reveal that she was just trying to annoy her parents. Alice became pregnant and blamed him for ruining her life. They continued dating on and off until they finally decided to get married fifteen years ago.

  She had called him and told him how she'd been cheating on him with her boss for the past few months. He thought she was such a bitch for ending their marriage over phone. When he came to know that the guy she'd cheated with was filthy rich, he wondered if the money they had wasn't enough. He never felt he was depriving her of pleasures in life. Then he’d wondered if it was the looks, but the man wasn't even good-looking. The guy was ten years older than him, but he knew she secretly preferred older men. She'd once said that men age like wine. Or maybe it was both his money and age that made her cheat. Martin was just 35 and everyone was surprised when they found out he had an eighteen-year-old son.

  It had just been two months since she'd left him. He hadn't tried to meet anyone new. He feared he would end up alone. He’d been out of the dating game for a long time. He hadn't even had sex with anyone other than Alice. As he lay onto his bed to have a quick nap, he lined two pillows beside him and lay his arms and legs around them.

  He still wasn't used to sleeping alone. He wished he'd have someone to cuddle at night. Then as he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, he thought of the two twinks from class, Shane and Jimmy. They were smiling at him the whole time. How he'd love to just spank them over his legs for whispering all throughout his lecture.

  He never really got a chance to explore his sexuality, but he hadn't even considered he might be bisexual. He knew he thought twinks were cute, but he wasn't sure if it was sexual. But after seeing Shane and Jimmy, he knew it was sexual. His cock twitched all throughout the lecture and he had to think of other things to stop himself from popping a boner. The boys were clearly interested in him, as was evident from Jimmy's smile and Shane's partial wink.

  He couldn’t think of his students that way if he wanted to keep his job. He'd get fired if someone found out. Besides, dating 18-year-old boys wasn't an option. They were almost half his age and he had a son as old as them. In an imaginary world where he could date one of them, who would it be? Maybe he'd be able to answer the hypothetical question once he'd interview them soon.

  Just as he was comparing their age with his own age, he remembered that it was his birthday today. He had forgotten his own birthday. His drowsiness vanished and he opened his eyes. He sat on the bed and held his face in his hands.

  “Happy 36th birthday to me,” he whispered to his dark empty room. Exactly one year ago, Alice had planned a surprise party for his birthday. He had everything he'd wanted, his wife and his son. His desires weren't materialistic, they were to be with people he could give love to and receive love from.

  He decided he would celebrate it even if it meant doing it alone. Just as he was getting dressed, his phone rang. His face lit up, seeing that it was his son, Nate. He wished he was closer to him as he grew up, but only upon losing him did he realize that personal li
fe was more important than the professional one. He was too busy to spend time with his son, and that's the only thing he'd change about the past. Now that Nate lived with his mother, he feared he'd never truly know his son.

  “Hi, Nate,” he said. “How are you?”

  “I'm fine,” Nate said. “Happy birthday, dad. I'm sorry for being late. I woke up late for school and I just got back home.”

  “It's okay,” he said. “I just remembered it a few minutes ago myself. How is your mom? Is she taking good care of you?”

  “Yeah, she is,” Nate said. “So how are you celebrating your birthday?”

  “Just going out with a few mates,” he lied. “But I think we should do what we do each year. Let's have dinner together as a family. Just you and me this time, though. When are you free?”

  “I’m free next week,” Nate said. “But you can’t cook, dad. Remember last time you burnt the steak? I could come early and we could cook together.”

  “No,” Martin said. “Parents are supposed to cook for their children, not the other way around. Living alone has taught me a few survival skills. I’ll see you next Sunday then.”

  Chapter 6: Jimmy

  Jimmy knocked on the door. There was no response from the other side, so he knocked again. After the fourth knock, he turned to leave.

  “Come in,” he heard from the other side.

  He opened the door and walked in. He could smell professor Martin’s sweet manly musk from across the room.

  Martin was adjusting his hair as he gave him a nervous smile. How sweet of him to adjust his hair just for him. The top button on his tight shirt was unbuttoned. Was professor Martin trying to look sexy? Just for him? Could this attraction be mutual? He was being silly. Professor Martin was a godly hunk, while he was a tiny twink. Martin could probably bed any man or woman he wanted. Why would he want him?

  “Oh, hello Shane,” Martin said. “Was the meeting today? I'm sorry. I must've forgotten.”

  There went his hopes and dreams of losing his virginity to Martin. He neither knew his name nor did he remember their appointment. How ridiculous of him to think professor Martin would try to look good just for him.

  “No, Dr. Martin,” he said. “Shane is my friend. He has an appointment later today. I'm Jimmy. I have an appointment now.”

  “Okay,” Martin said. “Have a seat, Jimmy. Call me Martin. Let's begin the interview.“

  He sat on the chair and joined his hands together on the table, accidentally knocking over the paperweight. Just as he bent over to pick the pen up, he saw Martin’s eyes widen in horror and his jaw drop. He knelt down under the desk to find the pen and the manly musk smell intensified. When he looked up at Martin’s crotch, he saw that he was naked from the waist down and his giant cock was staring at him in the face. He was shocked by the size of his erect member and he knocked his head hard on the table above him.

  “Are you okay down there?” Martin asked, and little Martin under the table jerked up and down as if looking at him through the slit of his cock. He was inches away from his dripping cock. It was leaking precum onto the floor. Now it all made sense to him, that Martin had forgotten about their appointment. He was masturbating before he came in, which is why he didn’t answer the door, and he probably didn’t have enough time to put his pants on.

  “Yes, I’m more than okay,” he said, his instinct telling him to lick the precum off and then suck on it. He instead grabbed the paperweight and slowly got up from under the table, blood rushing to his face and crotch from excitement.

  “You might want to put that thing away, professor,” he said with a smile, giving Martin the paperweight. “Someone might trip over something that big.”

  “What?” Martin asked, looking at the paperweight with his face flushing red. “Oh, you mean the paperweight. Sure.”

  Martin began asking him questions, but his thoughts frequently drifted to the professor's hung member. He licked his lips every time the professor opened his mouth to speak. He wondered how it would feel to kiss him, and if it would feel any different from kissing Shane. His stubble would make a big difference for starters, and he'd probably have more kissing experience than Shane.

  When the interview ended, they both just looked at each other speechless with smiles on there faces. He wished the time would stop so he could stare at him for eternity. He was thinking about the elephant in the room, or more precisely, under the desk, and Martin probably was thinking about the same thing.

  “Do you have any questions for me?” Martin asked finally, breaking the silence. “Now would be the right time.”

  He couldn't bear the thought of saying goodbye to him, not yet. What better opportunity would he have to seduce professor Martin? Martin being naked from the waist down was universe's way of telling him to lose his virginity already.

  “Yes,” he said, “I do have a question. When you polled in class whether homosexuality was genetic, what did you mean by it? Do you think it's genetic?”

  “It doesn't matter what one thinks,” Martin said. “It only matters what science has proven. Homosexuality is proven to be in the genes. Why do you ask? Do you know anyone who's gay?”

  Martin smiled, and it was obvious to Jimmy that he knew Jimmy was gay. This was just his way of making him say it.

  “Yes,” he said. “My father has told me all my life how unnatural it is to be gay. Ever since he's found out I'm gay, he keeps reminding me of its unnaturalness and how it's against God. If it's genetic then it must be natural.“

  “Yes, it is very natural,” Martin said. “Homosexuality is even found in animals. I'm sorry to hear about your domestic situation. If you feel like talking about it, here's my card. I work as a psychologist in the evenings. I charge a lot, but since you're my student I can see you for free.”

  “Thanks a lot,” he said. “I'll think about it. Now, are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?”

  “No,” Martin said with a nervous smile. “Let's not.”

  “Okay,” he said. “I just want to stress one last time how important it is for me to get this position. I could really use the money. I know what you've been doing before I came in. I've seen the third leg under the table. If pleasing it ensures that I get the position, I'm happy to do it.”

  “You don't have to do anything you don't want to,” Martin said. “In life, never do anything you don't want to.”

  “What if I want to?” he asked shyly. “What if I've been waiting to lose my virginity and you're the right person to lose it to?”

  “I've never been with a man before either,” Martin said as he stood up, exposing his cock and balls. “If that's what you want, then come have it.”

  He couldn't get his sight off Martin's crotch. He'd never been with someone before, but he knew the cock before him was of extraordinary size. He walked towards his professor and stood at his cock's length. He pushed Martin's cock to one side with his hand and hugged him tightly. He felt tiny in comparison to the professor's giant muscular frame. Martin wrapped his arms around him and he felt his warmth all over his body. He rested his head on Martin's chest and found his heartbeat relaxing to listen to. Then he felt Martin's cock struggling against his crotch, possibly from arousal. It was as if a short creature was trying to push him away.

  “I'm sorry my cock is misbehaving,” Martin said moving away, his face turning red with embarrassment. “I haven't been this close to anyone in months.”

  “It's okay,” he said, moving his face closer to Martin's. “I don't mind. It's sweet that you find me attractive. I find you attractive too.”

  He closed his eyes and placed his lips on Martin's. Martin grabbed his face and kissed him softly. They slid their tongues into each other's mouths. Martin's stubble rubbing against his chin and sucking on his tongue made him hard. As he'd expected, Martin's kiss was much different from Shane's.

  Martin pushed him against the wall and grabbed his ass while kissing him. He gently massaged his ass as his kiss grew deeper and
louder. When Martin broke the kiss, he knelt down before Martin and stared at his dick.

  “Damn,” he said as he licked the head. “Bet this big guy here makes the ladies scream.”

  He put the head in his mouth and sucked on it. Martin grabbed his head and guided him.

  “Not exactly,” Martin said after a moan. “I've only ever been with my ex-wife I was married to for fifteen years. We were high school sweethearts. Oh yes, lick that spot right there.”

  He flicked his tongue over his frenulum again to make him moan. Martin began moving his crotch wildly at his face, moaning as he did.

  “Fifteen years is a long time,” he said. “It must've been hard saying no to dozens of college girls who throw themselves at you.”

  “I do get hit on a lot,” Martin said. “My number is on the college website and girls send me their pics to try and flirt with me. I'd never cheat on my wife, but she was the one who cheated on me.”

  His jaw was aching from taking his cock. It was practically impossible to take all of it into his mouth. He pulled Martin's cock out of his mouth and began jerking him off while his jaw rested. He had to use both his hands to cover the length of his cock.

  “Who would be stupid enough to cheat on you?” he said, feeling bad for him. He jerked him harder to make him feel better. Martin gently pulled on his hair and pushed his head back, breathing heavily. “I bet she traded down. You're the hottest man I've ever seen.”

  “Thanks,” Martin managed to say after a moan, his glistening pecs moving at the rhythm of his breaths. He moved his hands from his cock to his pecs and rubbed them before taking his nipples in each hand. “Please, don't leave my cock now.”

  “I would never,” he said and pushed his mouth onto his jerking cock. He tried to push it as deep into his mouth as he could before pulling it out. He could feel the warmth of its head at the back of his throat.

  “Oh God,” Martin said, grabbing onto his red hair and jabbing at his mouth. “I'm gonna come.”