Chapter 1: Introduction
The group of giggling girls slammed into me as they squeezed past, making me spill some of my coffee on my shirt. I shot irritated glances at them and rolled my eyes. "Excuse you," I called out as I tried to dab the stain away with napkins. This was why I hated mornings.
I shuffled into the lecture hall and squeezed myself into a row in the far back. I loved these classes - you could get away with just about anything and still pass with flying colors.
The lazy atmosphere was infectious, and I found myself slouching deeper into my seat as I took in the sight of Professor Thompson's tight ass as he wrote on the whiteboard.
"Focus, Brad," I muttered to myself. I shoved my hands into my pockets and watched as Thompson turned to face the class, revealing a prominent bulge in his trousers. I felt my cock start to stir as he continued his lecture, and it wasn't long before I was shifting uncomfortably in my seat, trying to adjust myself discreetly.
I couldn't help but let my mind wander, imagining Thompson's skilled hands running over my body, teasing my sensitive spots as he pushed me to the brink of pleasure.
As class ended, I waited until the mad rush of students had died down before I made my move. I approached Thompson's podium, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to come up with the right words. "Professor Thompson, can I have a word with you?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Thompson looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Of course, Mr. Johnson. What can I do for you?"
I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "I just wanted to tell you how fascinating I find your lectures, and how much I've learned from them." I stumbled over the words, my nerves getting the better of me.
Thompson smiled at me, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm glad to hear that, Bradley. Thank you for your kind words.
Is there anything specific you would like to discuss further?" Thompson asked, leaning against the podium.
I looked around the room, making sure no one was lurking around. I stepped closer to Thompson, my eyes locked onto his, and said in a low voice, "Actually, yes. I'm curious if you've ever been with a student before."
Thompson's eyes widened, but he didn't move away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "That's a dangerous question, Bradley," he whispered.
I could feel his hot breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "One that could get us both in a lot of trouble."
But even as he said it, I could see the desire flashing in his eyes. And that was all the encouragement I needed.
I reached out and placed a hand on Professor Thompson's slim chest, feeling his heart quicken at my touch. "I don't care," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I want you, Professor Thompson. I've wanted you since the first day of class."
Thompson's eyes darkened with lust. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Bradley," he said, his voice low and rough.
But I wasn't afraid. I was excited. I wanted to feel his body on top of mine, to taste his lips, to explore every inch of him.
Without another word, Thompson pulled me into a secluded corner of the lecture hall. He pressed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my body.
I could feel his arousal growing as he ground his hips against mine, our cocks straining against our pants.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me, Bradley," Thompson growled, his lips finding my neck. The feeling of his teeth sinking into my skin sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I moaned, my hands reaching down to cup his ass and pull him closer.
His hips bucked, his hard length pressing against mine, and I could feel the heat of him through our clothes.
I reached down, my fingers fumbling with the button on his trousers. I managed to yank it open, and a moment later his trousers were down around his ankles.
His cock sprang free, long and thick and already dripping with pre-come. I couldn't help myself - I wrapped my hand around his length and began to stroke him, my grip firm and confident.
Thompson groaned, his head falling back as he let me pleasure him.
I took full advantage, running my hand over his length and exploring every inch of him.
"grab my ass sir, use this jock pussy" I commanded him in a whisper, my breath hot and heavy against his ear.
Thompson didn't hesitate. He buried his hands in my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them as he drove his cock deeper into my grip.
I could feel the urgency building, the pressure in my balls growing stronger with every stroke.
"fuck me with that thick cock" I pleaded with him, my voice barely above a whisper.
Thompson didn't need any more encouragement. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist, his cock still slick with pre-come.
He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked onto mine. "Are you sure you want this, Bradley?" he asked.
I nodded, my heart racing in my chest. "Yes, I want this. I want you."
Thompson didn't waste any more time. He pushed forward, his thick cock breaching my tight entrance. I gasped as he filled me up, my body stretching to accommodate him.
He paused, giving me a moment to adjust. I could see the concern in his eyes, but I didn't want him to stop.
I urged him on, my hips bucking as I begged for more.
Thompson took the hint and started to move, his hips thrusting in slow and measured strokes.
I could feel every inch of him as he drove himself deeper and deeper into me.
"Yes, Professor! Fuck me harder!" I cried out, my voice echoing through the empty lecture hall.
Thompson complied, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent as he stretched me open.
I could feel the tension building within me, my muscles tightening as he drove deeper and deeper.
"God, Professor, you feel so good!" I cried out, my hips bucking as I met every stroke.
Thompson didn't waste any time responding. "You're so fucking tight, Bradley. You're made for this." He groaned, his fingers digging into my thighs as he held me in place.
The feeling of him taking me like this, in a place where I should have been learning about history, was overwhelming.
I had never felt so alive, so desired. My hips moved in time with Thompson's, our bodies meeting in a primal dance. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, every nerve in my body tingling with pleasure.
"God, Professor, I'm close. I'm so close," I gasped, my hips bucking wildly.
Thompson's response was to grip my hips even tighter and plow into me with even more force. Our skin slapped together, the sound echoing through the empty lecture hall.
I could feel every inch of him, his thick cock filling me up and taking me to new heights of pleasure. We moved together, our bodies working in perfect harmony.
"Fuck, Bradley," Thompson growled, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he throttled into me. "You feel so fucking good."
"I'm close, Professor," I gasped, my hips bucking as I chased after my release.
Thompson's grip on my hips tightened, and he began to fuck me with long, deep strokes.
I could feel my orgasm building inside of me, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure.
"Yes, Professor, just like that. Oh God, I'm gonna come," I cried out, my voice muffled by Thompson's shirt.
Thompson didn't slow down. He continued to thrust into me, his movements becoming more urgent as I reached the edge.
"Come for me, Bradley. I want to feel you cum all over yourself," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
That was all it took.
My orgasm barreled through me like a freight train, my hips bucking and my back arching as I came all over myself. My cock pulsed and spurted, shooting ropes of hot, sticky cum all over my chest and stomach.
Thompson didn't stop moving. He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, his hips pistoning as he chased his own release. I could feel every inch of him as he filled me up, my body trembling and spent.
But Thompson wasn't done yet.
As my body pulsed and trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, he started to fuck me harder and faster. My body was still sensitive from my release, and every thrust sent new waves of pleasure coursing through me.
"God, yeah. You like that, don't you? You like it when I fuck you hard and deep," Thompson growled, his hips slamming into me with bruising force.
I could only moan in response, my voice hoarse from my earlier cries.
My skin was still slick with sweat and cum, but Thompson didn't seem to mind.
He pulled out of me with a wet slap, and I couldn't help but miss the feeling of fullness. But he quickly remedied that, wrapping his hand around both of our cocks and stroking them together in a swift, steady rhythm.
I groaned at the sensation, my hips bucking upward as I tried to get more friction. "Fuck, Professor," I gasped.
"Harder."
Thompson didn't need any further encouragement. He grabbed my ankles and hoisted my legs up onto his shoulders, plunging deeper into me. With each thrust, the lecture desk beneath me screeched against the floor, as if protesting the obscene act taking place on top of it.
Despite the size difference between us, I took him easily, grateful for years of playing sports. I could feel every vein and ridge on his cock as it filled me up, and I writhed beneath him, desperate for more.
He slammed into me harder, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust.
"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He started to thrust faster and harder, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm. I could feel another orgasm building within me, my muscles clenching and unclenching around his cock.
"God, yes, just like that. Don't stop," I begged, my hands gripping the edges of the table.
Thompson groaned in response, his thrusts becoming erratic and wild. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, and I knew he was close.
"Breed me Sir, fill my dumb stupid jock pussy up with that hot daddy load" I pleaded, my voice hoarse with lust. He slammed into me one last time, his cock twitching and pulsing as he filled me up with hot, sticky cum. I could feel every spurt of him inside me, the sensation of being filled up like that pushing me over the edge again.
I cried out, my back arching as I came again, my hips bucking as I milked every last drop from his cock.
Thompson groaned, his body shuddering with the intensity of his own orgasm. "Fuck, Bradley," he breathed, his forehead pressed against mine.
We stayed like that for a moment, our chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. Thompson slowly pulled out of me, and I winced as my abused hole stretched to accommodate him. He reached down and gently stroked my cock, which was still semi-hard despite the two intense orgasms I had just experienced.
"You're incredible, Bradley," he said, his voice low and husky. "I can't believe we just did that here, in the lecture hall."
I grinned, feeling proud and satisfied. "It was worth the risk," I said. "I've never felt anything like that before."
Thompson leaned down and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth in a slow, languid dance. "Neither have I," he said when we finally broke apart.
I smiled, feeling a connection to him that went beyond just physical attraction.
I could feel myself falling for him, and I couldn't wait to explore this new side of myself with him.
Thompson pulled back and looked at me, his eyes full of desire. "I want to taste you," he growled, his voice low and husky.
Before I could respond, he was on his knees in front of me, his hands pulling down my track pants and boxers in one swift motion. My cock sprang free, already hard and aching for release.
Thompson didn't waste any time.