Josh knocked and waited for the quiet “Come in.” He took a deep breath and entered the office, closing the door behind him.
Professor Knox stood by the window, gazing at the street below. Not that Josh minded this particular view—it gave him the perfect opportunity to ogle the man’s arse, his trousers stretched tight over those firm-looking cheeks. The smattering of grey in the professor’s hair was a turn-on too, as were the broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Sex on a fucking stick.
Josh cleared his throat. “Professor Knox?”
The professor turned to face him. “I believe you know my office hours, Josh. Ten till four.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Isn’t it a little late for a tutorial? After all, you were here last night too. I thought we covered everything then.”
Josh was momentarily lost for words at the sight of the bulge in Professor Knox’s trousers. Good God, he wasn’t even hard, but no one could have missed the thick cock pressing against the dark blue fabric.
Now was not the time to start drooling.
“I know, but I’ve got a problem, and I really need to talk to you about it. Could you please make an exception, just this once?” He wasn’t averse to a little begging, not if it got him what he wanted—needed.
Professor Knox pursed his lips. “I was about to leave. As I said, it’s late.”
“I promise, I won’t take up too much of your time. Please.” Josh thought batting his lashes might be a step too far, so he stuck with an imploring glance.
The professor sighed. “Okay. What’s this problem that’s so urgent?”
Josh moved closer, until he was standing at the desk. He squared his shoulders. “You’ve been wonderful, spending so much time with me lately. It’s tough being a mature student when everyone else in the class is still in their teens. But you made me feel welcome.”
“I hope I make all my students feel that way.” Professor Knox frowned. “Is that the issue? Have some of your fellow students made you feel uncomfortable? Because if that’s the case, I need to know. You have as much right to an education as they do.” There was steel in his voice.
Josh smiled. “No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just…” He paused. “If I ask you something, will you promise not to get angry?”
The professor blinked. “Is that a likely scenario?”
“Maybe?”
“Then you’d better ask, before I die of curiosity.”
Josh breathed deeply once more. “It’s about last night’s tutorial. Do… do you think there’s something going on between us?”
Another blink. “Apart from in-depth discussions about Shakespeare?”
“Anything else?”
Professor Knox stilled. “Such as?”
Josh swallowed. “Do you like me?”
He smiled. “You’re one of my best students.”
“But that’s the only way you see me—as a student?”
“How else should I see you?”
“I sort of got the impression you might be interested in more than a professor-student relationship.”
Professor’s Knox’s breathing quickened. “And what would make you think that?”
“The way I catch you looking at me sometimes—usually when you think I’m not looking.” Josh smiled. “The way you glance at my crotch. Hard to miss those looks, prof. And last night… well, I had the feeling you wanted to… kiss me.”
This time the professor swallowed. “I hate to disappoint you, Josh, but I’m straight.”
Josh moved a little closer. “I know. I even know you were married once.” He grabbed Professor Knox’s left hand and peered at his finger. “You can still see where the ring was.”
The professor snatched his hand back. “Josh… you said it yourself. I’m your professor.”
Josh took another step, until he was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from the professor’s body. “Who’s to know, prof? We’re the only ones left in the building. And I’m not going to tell a soul.” Professor Knox’s chest heaved. “How long were you married?”
“F-fifteen years.” Christ, his pupils had gotten huge.
“Uh-uh. And how long have you been divorced?”
“Two years.”
“Been seeing anyone since then? Not that you have to tell me.”
The professor shook his head.
Josh shifted closer, until their breath mingled. “So when was the last time you slid into a tight hole?” He took the professor’s hands and brought them to his jeans-covered arse. “Because I think I can promise you, she wasn’t nearly as tight as me.”
Professor Knox’s Adam’s apple bobbed sharply, but this time he didn’t pull away. “It’s… it’s not that I don’t want you…”
Josh grinned. “Good to know. So why didn’t you make a move last night when we were alone?”
“Too big a risk.”
“Then what’s changed?”
His dark eyes locked onto Josh’s. “I can’t resist you any longer. Not when I’ve… wanted you since the day you walked into my lecture theatre.” He cupped Josh’s cheeks and gave them a soft squeeze.
“Then don’t resist,” Josh whispered. “Give in to your desires—and kiss me. Because you know you want to.”
What sounded almost like a sob escaped Professor Knox. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, his hand on Josh’s neck, and then he pulled back, eyes wide, his gaze locked on Josh’s face.
“I want you too. So fucking much,” Josh murmured.
The professor had both hands on Josh’s neck as he retook his mouth in a searing kiss, and Josh couldn’t hold onto the tiny whimper that fell from his lips. He shuddered when the professor took hold of Josh’s hand and guided it to his erection.
“Oh my God. That thing feels enormous.”
Professor Knox blinked. “Too big?”
“Hell no. Just right. Pretty sure I can take it.” Josh grinned. “Well, we’ll soon see, right?” The professor’s breathing hitched, and Josh homed in on his lips while he got busy unbuttoning Professor Knox’s shirt. Warm hands slid under Josh’s tee, stroking his back. Josh broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “Take it off.” Seconds later, his tee lay on the floor, soon joined by the professor’s shirt, and nimble fingers unfastened Josh’s jeans, pushing them down over his arse.
“Hey, not fair.” Josh undid the button on the professor’s trousers, lowered the zipper, reached into his briefs, and fished out his hard cock. Professor Knox groaned as Josh worked his shaft. He leaned against the table, his dick curving up, thick and pink, and Josh dropped to his knees. He pulled Professor Knox’s trousers and briefs down, then licked up his cock.
Professor Knox cupped Josh’s head, his hips pumping as he thrust into Josh’s mouth. “Never… dreamed it could feel… this good.” He sped up, and Josh moaned around the hard length. His own dick was like a rock, already leaking pre-cum.
Josh pulled free of the professor’s cock, and got to his feet. He pushed the papers aside that covered the top of the desk, climbed onto it, and got on all fours, his knees tucked under him, arse tilted in invitation.
“What… what do you want me to do?”
Josh twisted to stare at him. “I want your tongue in my hole. Ever done that?”
“No.” Professor Knox shivered. “But I want to.” And before Josh could offer him some words of encouragement, he leaned in and licked over Josh’s pucker.
“Oh God. You’re a fast learner.” Josh rested his head on his arms and moaned as the professor licked and kissed. He groaned when Professor Knox wrapped a firm hand around Josh’s cock, and traced a line with his tongue, from the head, over his balls, his taint, and finally reached his hole where he applied a little pressure. “Oh yeah.” He writhed as the professor slid a finger inside him, wincing a little when he went deep.
“Wait! In the front pocket of my jeans!”
Professor Knox broke away from his sensual onslaught, and reached down for Josh’s jeans. He laughed. “Wow. You came prepared.” There followed the tear of the lube packet, and coolness trickled over his hole. This time, Josh pushed back on the finger that penetrated him, making sure to tell the professor how fucking amazing his fingers felt in Josh’s arse.
Then Professor Knox pressed his warm chest to Josh’s back. “Do you want me inside you?”
Josh turned his head, and their mouths met in a heated kiss. “Fuck me,” he begged.
Warm, hard flesh pressed against his pucker, and he eased back onto it, slowly, so slowly, until wiry pubes grazed his arse cheeks, and he knew the professor’s cock was buried to the hilt. Professor Knox dug his fingers into Josh’s hips as he slid in and out of his body, alternating between leisurely strokes and deep thrusts that robbed Josh of breath.
“Want to ride you.”
The professor was out of him in a heartbeat. He scrambled onto the desk, on his back, and Josh climbed up, straddling his waist, his feet on the smooth varnished surface as he lowered himself down, impaling himself on the slick shaft. He began to move, slowly at first, until finally he was bouncing with abandon, fucking himself on that heavy dick. Then the professor took over, holding onto Josh’s waist as he thrust into him, pistoning in and out of Josh’s loosened hole while he tugged on Josh’s hard shaft, pushing him toward his orgasm.
“Gonna come,” Josh moaned, and seconds later, his load creamed the professor’s fingers.
“Fuck, me too.” Professor Knox thrust up, his legs trembling as his cock throbbed inside Josh’s body. Shudders rippled through him, until at last he lay still. Josh bent over to kiss him, their arms around each other.
Darren cupped his cheek. “That was… incredible.”
JJ couldn’t agree more. “Considering how little detail I gave you, that was amazing.” He’d written down the barest scenario: Their names, Darren was an English professor, JJ was a mature student, and they’d recently had a late-night—innocent—tutorial. Oh, and Darren was straight.
What had made this role play session different? Usually it was Darren who set the parameters, but JJ had asked for this as a birthday present, and Darren had simply said, “You tell me where to be, and I’m there.”
Darren sat up, JJ’s legs wrapping around him, his arms locked around Darren’s neck. Darren wiped the sweat from his brow, then scooped JJ’s cum onto his fingers and licked them clean. “Fuck, if that’s what you come up with, I think you’ll be planning more such surprises in the future.” He kissed JJ. “Now show me.”
JJ knew what that meant.
He got off the desk and bent over the chair, revealing his well-used hole, pushing out Darren’s cum. Then he gasped as Darren buried his face in JJ’s crack and lapped it up.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot.” Darren’s hand landed on his arse cheek with a smack. “What was that for?” He straightened.
Darren grinned. “Making us late.”
“For what?”
“Your birthday party.”
JJ blinked. “What birthday party?”
“The one I organized at Collars & Cuffs.”
“But… I had my thirtieth last year.”
Darren widened his eyes. “So we can only have a party if it’s a big birthday? I never agreed to that. And we’d better get a move on. We’re due there in…oh… twenty minutes.”
“Now you tell me?”
Darren’s eyes sparkled. “Just reminding you of who’s in charge.”
JJ stepped into the circle of Darren’s arms. “You are, Sir.”
The start of JJ and Darren’s Story is in ‘Endings and Beginnings’.
