Educating the Professor

by Sean Michael

  “Come on in. Door’s open.”

  Dave slipped in and closed the door behind him, locking it before coming to the bed. He pulled off his hoodie and T-shirt. “You want me to turn out the light?”

  “Yes, please. Come to bed.” He lifted the blanket, exposing his naked body.

  Dave’s smile was warm and eager. He turned the light out, then came back to bed, stopping for a moment before slipping in with him. He’d obviously stopped to take off his jeans because he was naked when he pressed against Kenn.

  “Sorry if I’m a little cold.”

  Kenn snuggled in, offering his warmth. “Hey.”

  “Mmm, hey.” Dave put an arm around him and kissed him softly. “I’m glad I texted. Would have been silly for us both to be awake and not together.”

  “I was having terrible dreams, so I got up to read.”

  “That sucks. You wanna tell me about them?” Dave pulled him in tighter, cuddling him in the dark, the covers pulled up close all around them.

  “No. No, I’m fine. It was silly. Awful, but silly. Why were you awake?”

  Dave shrugged against him. “I don’t know. All of a sudden, I was wide-awake and thinking of you. I really needed to talk to you, but I didn’t want to wake you, you know? I figured a text was a good compromise.”

  “It was perfect. Thank you for… reaching out.”

  “I’m glad you were up. This is much better than lying in bed worrying about you.” Dave laid kisses over his face.

  “Much better.” Kenn moaned, chasing those kisses with his lips.

  “Mmm, yeah.” Dave licked his lower lip, then his nose, making him giggle. While he was laughing, Dave closed their mouths together. Kenn’s entire body woke up, his cock filling in a rush.

  Dave groaned and cradled his head with one hand, the other sliding down his spine toward his ass, the move familiar, comforting, and exciting. He wrapped one leg around Dave, drawing them together. Perfect.

  Dave’s kiss was slow and easy, and so were their movements, the gentle rocking sliding their cocks together. It built a slow fire between them, and all Kenn could do was moan and rock, loving it.

  “I could do this day in and day out. I hate leaving you here all alone for even a night.”

  “Is this normal? This immediate attraction?”

  “I think it is if you find the right person. Besides, it’s been what? Two weeks?” Dave smiled against his lips. “Two weeks is a long time.” Of course the attraction had started two weeks ago.

  “Maybe two and a half.”

  “Well there you go—it’s been forever.” Dave licked his lips. “So I don’t think it’s outrageous at all.”

  “Oh good. I feel like a teenager, like I’ll want you 24/7.”

  “Me too. It’s fun, isn’t it?” Dave grabbed his ass with both hands, squeezing.

  “Yes. Yes, it… mmm….” He arched into Dave’s hands.

  Dave laughed softly, the sound happy, sexy, and they rubbed faster together. “I want to make love to you, Kenn. Not right now, but maybe Saturday night? We’ll do dinner. We’ll have candles. We’ll make a wonderful night of it.”

  Oh, how sweet. “I’d love that. I haven’t… in a long time.”

  “It’s been a while for me too. We’ll take our time.” Dave kissed him again, their bodies still moving together.

  “I’m not frightened.” He leaned up, lips near Dave’s ear. “I like it, making love, having pressure inside me.”

  Groaning, Dave rocked harder, sliding their bellies and cocks together. Ramping things up. “What else do you like, baby?”

  “Mmm… touching.”

  “Oh yeah. Touching is the best. What kind of touching do you like best?”

  It was easier to whisper to each other in the dark. “What kind? You mean, like yours?”

  “Oh, that’s a good answer.” He could feel Dave’s smile. “But beyond that, do you like barely there touches? What about deeper touches? How about stronger touches? Something more? Something else?”

  “I like deep. A lot.”

  “Yeah? Like this?” Dave squeezed his ass, fingers digging in.

  He gasped, the ache making his toes curl. “I—”

  “Shh, it’s okay. We’re good. You can have anything you want.”

  “I like it. Your deep touch.”

  “Me too. I like touching you too. Like this. Deeper. I like touching you all over. God, you’re so sexy, so necessary.”

  “Yes.” He began to scoot down, heading for Dave’s cock. He wanted to taste.

  “Oh God, baby. I love it when you do that. That is a very good touch. Very good.”

  “Love the way you taste.” Loved the heady words pouring down over him too.

  “I’m glad. Would suck otherwise. Instead, you suck.” Dave laughed, the sound dark and throaty.

  Kenn began to chuckle, tickled pink.

  “That was bad,” Dave admitted. “It wasn’t even on purpose.” He laughed again, petting the top of Kenn’s head.

  “It was. Funny, but bad.” He nudged the tip of Dave’s prick.

  Dave groaned for him and slid his hand through Kenn’s hair.

  Feeling daring, he whispered, “Please talk to me.” Then he took Dave in, all the way to the root.

  “Oh God. Fuck. Okay. Okay. Love your mouth. Love the way you take me in. You suck so fucking good. Fucking is good. I’m gonna do you so well on Saturday.” Dave moaned. “I can’t wait to feel you, tight and hot around me.”

  Kenn grunted, hands under Dave’s ass to tug him closer.

  That earned him another moan. “I can’t wait to touch you deep. For you to beg me for more. So much more.”

  God yes. Please. Kenn swallowed, head bobbing as he worked his ass off.

  Dave’s words began to hitch. “You want my hand. I’m going to give it to you. Gonna make you come so hard. Want to love on you.”

  Kenn humped the sheets, sucking furiously as Dave tempted him.

  “Don’t come,” Dave told him. “I want to make you come myself. So don’t come. Hold back. I know you can.”

  He cried out softly, but he nodded, nudging Dave’s balls gently. Dave groaned, the sound drawn out. It wasn’t going to be long before he made Dave come.

  Thank God, because he wasn’t going to hold off much longer.

  “Kenn!” Dave curled around his head and shot, filling his mouth. He held Dave in, swallowing over and over until he was dizzy.

  Dave stroked his cheek. “So good, baby. So good. Come up here now. Let me help you out.”

  He climbed back up Dave’s body, his balls aching.

  Dave pressed his thigh between Kenn’s legs, nudging up against his balls and giving him something solid to rub on.

  Kenn’s head fell back, and he rocked, his eyes crossing with the pressure.

  “God you’re sexy like that.” Dave’s hand landed on his ass, herding him harder against Dave’s body and encouraging his movements. He humped, fighting to find his pleasure.

  One of Dave’s fingers slid to his hole and tapped it a few times as Dave sucked on his tongue. He twisted and sobbed, driving himself toward his orgasm.

  “That’s it, baby. Let me see your face as you come. I want to smell you too.”

  “Dave!” His gasp was loud in the darkness.

  “Uh-huh. That’s me, baby. Come on. Shoot for me.” Dave squeezed his ass again, finger pushing against his hole.

  He came hard, his balls throbbing painfully as he shot.

  “Mmm. God, that’s hot—you’re hot.” Dave kissed his face, one sweet touch of his lips after another. Kenn melted against Dave, raw inside.

  “I’ve got you, baby.” Dave kissed him again. “I don’t want to let go either.”

  “Oh good. I was aching for you.”

  “You could have called me, you know.” Dave wrapped his arms around Kenn.

  “I didn’t want to seem needy, clingy.”

  “I don’t think you’re clingy at all. And I happen to like needy.
Hell, I feel needy myself.”

  “Really?” Oh, that was a comfort.

  Dave grabbed his hand and shook it. “Hi there. You might have met me? I’m Dave, the guy who texted you in the middle of the night.”

  “Hi, Dave. I’m the guy who’s incredibly grateful you did.”

  Dave chuckled and drew him in closer, wrapping around him. “I’m really glad you were awake too. Is it okay if I stay?”

  “Please. As long as you’d like.” Please.

  “Thank you.” Dave relaxed, stroking him idly.

  He cuddled in, curling into Dave’s arms.

  “Sleep, baby. I’ll still be here in the morning.” Dave kissed the top of his head.

  “Thank you. Good night. No dreams.”

  “No, I don’t need them. I have you in my arms.”

  Oh. Oh, sweet. Yes.

  Neither of them needed to dream.

  Chapter Eight

  DAVE SPENT the morning grading. Then he went shopping and picked up everything he needed for the evening. Food, decorations, lube, and condoms. Then he grabbed a sweet bouquet from the florist, the flowers all white and green, striking.

  He headed over to Kenn’s, carrying enough bags that when he got there, he had to knock with his foot.

  “Coming!” Kenn opened the door, eyes going wide. “Oh my goodness! Come in.”

  He leaned in and grabbed a quick kiss. “I have everything we need for a romantic meal.” He was wooing Kenn tonight.

  “You spoil me. Wow.” Kenn looked amazing—lean and relaxed in soft, loose cotton pants and an open button-down shirt.

  “It’s one of my favorite things.” Spoiling Kenn, making him feel good, those things made him super happy.

  Kenn kissed him, then took the flowers to put them in a vase.

  Dave took the food out of the bags and immediately put on the potatoes to get them parboiled. Then he set the table, refusing to let Kenn help. “It’s my gift to you.”

  “Would you like some music?”

  “That would be lovely. Something to help set the mood.” He grabbed the candles from his bag and set them on the table before finding his lighter and getting them burning.

  Kenn came toward him, drawn to him. He held out an arm, holding Kenn close when he immediately came over. He leaned and swayed with Kenn, closing his eyes for a moment. They danced, cheek to cheek. So dear.

  Dave hummed along to the music, thinking he should have danced with Kenn sooner—this was wonderful. Kenn surprised him, moving like a dream.

  “I missed you today,” Dave murmured, speaking softly to not break the atmosphere they were creating.

  “Mmm. I was anticipating you all day.”

  “Me too. I could hardly concentrate on my grading.” He kept drifting off, thinking about this evening. He had it bad for Kenn. He thought that was a good thing.

  “I should ask how your classes are going, hmm?”

  “They’re going fine. I should ask how yours are going too.”

  “I have this down. I love teaching these classes.”

  “Yeah? That is awesome.” He was glad Kenn had something he loved. Something that he enjoyed filling his days with.

  “I was born to teach.” Kenn cuddled in closer.

  “You were born for other things, too, I’m sure.” Like being with him. Like kinky stuff where he got to love on Kenn in the best and most intense ways.

  “Mmm. Like slow dancing?”

  “No. Like slow dancing with me.” He smiled against the top of Kenn’s head.

  “Yes. Like you. Full stop.”

  “Oh, I like the way you think. I like that you’re on the same page as me.” He dipped Kenn playfully, and he loved how Kenn trusted him completely.

  He stole a kiss while Kenn was draped over his arm, then brought him back up, laughing softly as he turned them in a circle.

  “Mmm…. That was lovely.” Kenn’s eyes were warm, smiling for him.

  “I should probably rescue the potatoes.” He didn’t want to let go of Kenn, though.

  “Okay. I like potatoes.” Kenn wasn’t pulling away.

  He danced them to the stove and checked the potatoes. They could use a few minutes more.

  Kenn was so oral—nuzzling his jaw, nibbling on his earlobe.

  “You hungry, baby?” he asked, grinning.

  “Um-hum. I could eat you up.”

  “Oh, it’s like that, is it? I could let you.”

  “Here?” Kenn slid down his body, nuzzling along the way. Fuck, he was a lucky man.

  “Uh. Uh-huh.” He could go for that. He so could. He watched as Kenn went to his knees, his cock going hard.

  “I love having you in my mouth, sucking you off.” Kenn opened his slacks, cheek smooth as he rubbed.

  That touch resonated all through Dave’s body, and he moaned, running his fingers through Kenn’s hair. “You shaved for me.”

  “Um-hum.” Kenn freed his cock.

  “Sweet baby.” He groaned as Kenn rubbed his cock again, hot lips teasing his cockhead. He stared down, soaking up the sight of his boy on his knees.

  “I love how you look on your knees in front of me. It makes me hard. You make me so hard.” Kenn was beautiful. He shone.

  He stroked Kenn’s forehead, then pressed his thumb between Kenn’s lips. His balls ached harder as Kenn immediately began to suck, pulling on his finger like it was his cock.

  Dave’s knees wanted to buckle. “God, I love your mouth, baby. You suck me like it’s your mission in life.”

  “Mmm….” Kenn sucked harder, fellating his finger, eyes closed in bliss.

  He watched Kenn’s face. How could anyone not know what a treasure they had in this man when he sucked like that? When he took such pleasure and comfort from it? Dave wasn’t stupid like Kenn’s ex. He was going to be incredibly grateful for this gift. Every damn day.

  Everything else faded, his focus tightening to Kenn. His balls got tighter and tighter, and finally he pulled his finger out of Kenn’s mouth. Immediately Kenn went for his cock, sucking him fiercely.

  “Fuck!” He bucked, and curled his fingers around Kenn’s head, unable to stop himself. He worked on staying still and letting Kenn set the pace.

  Kenn swallowed him down, working his balls, stroking him, petting him.

  “Baby, so damn good. Gonna make me come so fast.” Like boom, he was fighting it already, knowing it was a losing battle.

  Kenn’s hum vibrated through him like someone had hit a tuning fork.

  He nearly choked on his own tongue it was so good, and he opened his mouth, though no sound came out, as he came, spunk pouring from him, his entire body shuddering.

  Kenn groaned and drank him down, hand moving in his lap. The urge to order Kenn not to touch himself was huge, and the words were out before he could hold them back. He blamed the orgasm.

  “Stop that. I’ll make you come.”

  Kenn’s cry was sweet, raw, and needy.

  Fuck, yes. That’s what he thought. He hooked his hands beneath Kenn’s arms and tugged him upward, dragging the slender body all along his own. Kenn arched against him, hips driving against his thighs.

  “Easy. I’m in charge of this orgasm. I get to decide how quickly you get off.” He pushed his hand into Kenn’s pants, finding the hard cock damp at the tip. Kenn’s hips rolled, driving up toward his fingers.

  “So eager. Love how much sucking my cock makes you need.” It was a wonderful quality in a sexual partner, and Dave appreciated it a lot. He thought it went a long way toward proving Kenn was a natural sub.

  “You feel so good. Taste so good.”

  “So glad. It would suck otherwise. Instead of you sucking.” He groaned at himself. “God, that was bad, but you have me kind of brainless, you know?”

  “Orgasms. I get it. Totally. Me next?”

  “Working on it.” He rubbed their noses together. “Relax and let me get you there.”

  “Relax. Yes. I ache for you. I need you.”

  He chuckle
d. “I don’t expect you to actually relax. But I do want you to trust me to give you what you need.”

  “I do. I wouldn’t let you in otherwise.”

  He took Kenn’s mouth, kissing him thoroughly as he stroked the long cock. Oh, that was lovely, that heat.

  He worked the tip with his thumb, letting it push hard, hoping to make it sting and feed Kenn’s need for a little pain.

  “Gonna make me stain my pants.” What a shame.

  “They’re washable.” He stroked harder, working the tip.

  “Oh….” Kenn went up on tiptoe, driving toward him. Demanding baby.

  “So needy. I love it.” So much nicer than a lover who simply lay there. “Wait for me. Breathe.”

  “Trying….”

  “You’re doing great, baby. Love making you wait a little for it. Makes everything build.” It turned them both on, him delaying Kenn’s orgasms.

  Kenn melted against him, encouraged by the praise.

  “Soon, I promise. You’re going to shoot all over me.”

  “I believe you.”

  “Good. Good.” He kissed Kenn again, then squeezed the head of Kenn’s cock and whispered, “Come for me now.”

  Kenn gasped softly, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He pinched the tip of Kenn’s cock, and his boy cried out, coming for him like a dream. Shooting right in his pants.

  “Mmm. There we go, baby.” He kissed the side of Kenn’s eyebrow, making Kenn give him a warm, lazy smile. “Nice to have the edge off, isn’t it?” He was going to have to let Kenn change into his robe or something. That might be fun, actually, to change into robes.

  Oh. Potatoes. Save the potatoes.

  He put Kenn on the bed and went over to the stove to grab the pot and drain the water. The potatoes were overdone, but he figured putting them in the oven to roast would crisp up the outside. The steak was the star anyway, right?

  “Let me go change, and I’ll help.”

  “You should just put your robe on. Nicely easy access.”

  “That sounds naughty.” And Kenn was intrigued.

  “That’s what I thought.” He waggled his eyebrows at Kenn.

  “I’ll go change.” Kenn disappeared in his little bathroom.

  Dave smiled, transferred the potatoes to a pan, and stuck them in the oven. Then he grabbed the frying pan, put some oil in it. He didn’t turn it on yet—the meat wouldn’t take that long. He oiled and salted and peppered the steak, letting it sit there and warm to room temperature. He basically did everything he had to get ready, so he could focus on Kenn when he got out of the bathroom.