My Cultural Studies professor Mr. M looks like the kind of guy that you could just as easily picture half naked on a beach somewhere sipping Margareta’s, as you could attending a corporate board meeting for a regional Cornflakes brand.
He’s got it all, natural flowing quaffed back sandy brunette hair, a forty something year old weathered clean-shaven face, and a beautifully chiseled jaw line. An ever present tall and athletic muscular body that hides beneath his button-down silk dress shirts and cashmere sweaters, and his tight-fitting slacks.
When he wears his silver wire rimmed glasses, he looks a bit older than his actual age, and from my usual vantage point in the back of the classroom I can tell that I’m not the only one that’s admiring him.
During his lectures throughout the first quarter of my freshman year I would watch him command the full attention of the classroom while dreaming of what he would look like naked and on top of me.
While taking my class notes in the fourth row of Mr. M’s class one day, I noticed him giving me an unusual amount attention during one of his long-winded lectures.
It was the beginning of the second quarter, and we were being given the overview of what our next several weeks of study would entail. Struggling to concentrate, I had been fantasizing about him taking me from behind over the podium when something most unexpected happened.
After the class had ended and the students were piling out the door, I heard Mr. M call my name. Frozen in place for a moment, I thought that I might have been hearing things.
Running my fingers through my hair, I slowly turned around to see him standing there looking directly at me, his arms crossed, his demeanor all the sudden intimidating.
“Yes sir?” I replied, turning back against the flow of the last of the students that were exiting the large auditorium.
“I wanted to see if you would be willing do some assistant work for me this quarter?” he said making his voice heard over the softening noise of the loud auditorium as I eagerly approached him, my mind racing at the idea, my expression one of total shock and surprise.
“Now I don’t usually take freshman TA’s under my wing, but as you’re probably well aware, the entire class is made up of undergraduate freshman’s this semester, and I wanted to give you the opportunity.”
His smile was mesmerizing and comforting, his eyes soft and warm. As he spoke, I struggled to listen, utterly distracted by his expensive cologne, and his intimidating lofty height as he towered in front of me.
“There will be some monetary compensation, and you would be working with me directly, helping me handle some of the extra workload that I am tasked with for the quarter.”
As he spoke, he started fussing around with several papers on the podium, arranging them in stacks that he planned on handing over to me.
“I would be honored, but I wait tables over at the steak house when I’m not in class, and I'm not sure if I would even have enough time” I managed to squeak out. I was giving him the opportunity to reconsider, and doing my best to avoid disappointing him.
“You should seriously consider this as a great opportunity. I understand working to pay for school is a burden some of the students have to face, and I commend you for it, but the fact of the matter is you can’t afford to pass up a chance to become a trusted TA, especially in your freshman year of school.”
He was now looking directly at me, placing his free hand on one of the stack of papers on the podium while holding his briefcase in the other.
“Ok sure” I said to him as he stood there expectantly. How could I have said no. He was just way too fucking hot, and besides this was a pretty big opportunity for me.
“How do I begin?” I said with wide naive eyes. His smile melted me like Irish butter.
As I was standing there, I realized I was at least a foot shorter than him. Wearing jogging shorts and a frayed band T, my baby face was flushed and rosy red as I took the stack of papers from him and tried to recall my person phone number.
“I’ll be available to answer by phone any and all questions, and you’ll have my email which will give you detailed instructions on grading and what all is required to sign up.” He said to me as he hastily put my phone number into his smart phone.
“Thank you, Mr. M.,” I said more enthusiastically as he passed me, hurriedly on his way to his next engagement.
At my apartment that afternoon I spent a few hours working on a few other assignments before I was eventually able to attend to my new TA workload.
I had text my mom the good news and she responded me a whole diatribe of how she was so very proud of her little boy.
As soon as my roommate Josh came home that evening, he offered me a beer and I declined, telling him about my new TA position with Mr. M.
“Damn you are going to drown man” he said as he sat back in the adjacent recliner and turned on the flat screen.
“I know. I’m already barley working enough shifts to pay the rent here” I said exasperated.
“I heard that Mr. M was like some kind of predator or something. There was some rumor going around about him banging one of his students last year” he said casually said after a few moments of silence.
“Really?!” I said looking at him in shock and feeling my pulse increase.
“Yeah, it was probably some hussy getting worked up over him not giving it up to her. He gets voted hottest male professor like every year. I bet doesn’t even have to try hard to get pussy” he said while flipping through Netflix as I shuffled through the Cultural Studies quiz papers to grade them.
“Yeah, he’s definitely attractive” I said flipping through the papers while deep in thought, fantasizing about Mr. M. forcing me into a romantic relationship.
I was early to class that next Wednesday, and I put the graded papers on the table by the podium and then quietly took a place in the front row. While browsing through my phone I received a text from my night job at the restaurant, requesting that I work the Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evening shifts. Great, I thought, how was I ever going to handle this grueling schedule?
“You look stressed.” Mr. M said in his deep booming voice. I jumped up out of my phone trance and looked up to see him standing there in front of me, looking sexy as ever.
“Oh hey, sorry, I’m just now finding out that they want me at work for the whole weekend, but I can still help you.” I stood up and pointed towards the papers that I had graded. “I finished the papers” I said taking a deep breath and basking in his closeness.
“That’s great, and don’t worry, I won’t work you too hard. I would like to meet with you at some point so we can go over some things. I’ll text you later today.” He was very matter of fact, as I drifted away in thought at the idea of ‘meeting up’ with him.
My mind was in the gutter throughout the entire class, and I couldn’t help but get the feeling he was reading my mind. His handsome gaze was directed towards me several times during his lecture, giving me heart palpitations every time he did, causing me to nervously react when eyes would meet.
I received a text from him that very evening.
“Would you like to meet me for a beer?”
I anxiously text back “Sure where?”
“Meet me at the Front Street Pub” he answered after what had seemed like an eternity.
“Ok sure what time?” I replied while excitedly finding something to wear, while my head nearly floated away.
“I’m here now.” He texts back instantly.
I was nervous. He must have known that I wasn’t old enough to drink at the bar.
It could have been some sort of test I thought, but what was a young horny boy to do? I would need a drink if I was going to be able to act calm and collected around him in public.
Upon arrival I had entered through the front door of the old pub when I saw him there sitting at the end of the large Mahogony bar while chatting with an older grumpy looking male bartender.
“There he is” he said effusively across the room as I approached.
“Mr. M.” I said with a slightly embarrassed grin as I looked around the mostly empty bar room.
“Call me Steven.” He said turning towards me and gesturing for me to sit down at the empty bar stool next to him.
The bartender sat down a freshly poured beer in front of Mr. M and then ask me what I was having. The moment of truth “I’ll have a bud” I replied looking over at Mr. M to gage his reaction. He gave a little smile while he took ahold of his beer.
“Let’s have a shot of something!” Mr. M said as the bartender was walking away. “You seem like you could use something a little stronger” he glanced over at me with a cheery glassy eyed stare.
“Yeah sure, thanks Mr. M, I mean Steven” I said wringing my hands as we awaited our drinks, desperate for him to start the conversation.
“You seem a bit nervous, don’t worry Fred here will take good care of you.”
He took a big gulp of his beer and then turned his body towards me again opening his legs and putting his foot on the base support of my barstool.
I was right there just within inches of him, and I could smell his cologne and see the lines on his face. He had a five o’clock shadow and his eyes were deep and kind.
“So, about the TA position…” he began, acting casually as he eyed me up and down while he told me more of what was expected of me and how it would be important that I keep him up to date with my schedule.
After our shots had arrived, he paused for a moment to offer me a salutation on getting the TA position, and we clanked our shot glassed together in good faith.
I could feel him warming up to me, but I quickly decided that it was more likely due to the alcohol than any sort of male-on-male attraction that I might be imagining. Besides it was a very well-known fact that university faculty were not allowed to have relationships with students, and I kept that in the forefront of my mind as we continued with our conversation that night.
We had several more drinks that evening, and at one point I mentioned that I would need to get home soon due to classes in the morning.
“Where do you live?” He asks me with a curious grin. I was getting used to having him talk to me in a friendly manner, and it became easier for me to break out of my shell.
“Oh I just have to ride my bike over to Church Street” I said tipsily, and in my inescapable charming southern drawl.
“You have such a sweet accent when your drunk, don’t let anybody tell you it’s not adorable.” He grinned at me with a genuine movie star smile.
Holy fuck I want to take this guy and strip him down naked and worship his body I thought to myself as I broke from his orbit and reluctantly got up to leave for the evening.
“Thanks for the drinks, Steven. I will let you know if I have any other questions.” I said feeling stupid for even mentioning the reality of our true relationship.
“Yes, you do that, be safe going home” he said turning away from me as if I was nothing more than another student, which I was, leaving me to walk out of the bar with butterflies and conflicted tension running throughout my body.
At home that night I rigorously masturbated in the shower while thinking of Mr. M climbing on top of me and making me call him Steven while he pile drove his hot beef into my teenage freshman bubble butt. I came so loudly that I heard my roommate banging on the adjacent wall.
Damn it! I was fucking hot for this guy, and what did he mean by getting me drunk knowing I was underaged and allowing me to join him off campus!? Was he hinting at being interested in me? I couldn’t be sure, but when I’d felt that way before I usually ended up being right, and in every instance, I was the one that ended up being used to fulfil a sexual fantasy. Not that I didn’t have my kinks, but this felt different. I wanted to be romanced and given something more than just a one-night stand.
When I returned to Cultural Studies that weekend, I was surprised to see Mr. M with another young male student having heated discussion in the far corner of the classroom. When I made my presence known he heatedly walked away from Mr. M passing by me with a look of annoyance on his face while giving me the stink eye.
“Hey there” he said while approaching me from behind as I worked at organizing some of his papers on the table, trying to act like I hadn’t noticed anything.
“Hey Mr. M” I said nonchalantly over my shoulder and feeling him standing close behind me.
“You don’t have to do that, here let me” he said softly, his arms reaching around me as he rubbed his body up against my back side.
Even now while I’m here at home fleshing out this story, I get goosebumps just thinking about it.
I froze and took a deep breath when I felt his warm muscular body rubbing up against me as he made a haphazard attempt at assisting me from behind.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry” I said falling back into him and then feeling his big hands on my back to steady me.
“Excuse me” he responded apologetically as his hand inappropriately graze my backside, briefly holding onto my waist as he moved over next to me.
In that moment I was ready to give it all up. The thrill of having him come onto me like that was almost too much to bear. My face went flush, and my little freshman balls tightened at the thought of him taking me right there.
“Since we don’t have another class today, I’m going to have you work over in my office at the annex building” he said with a commanding tone, hoping to exalt the obvious guilt of having had me damn near in his arms.
He gave me the directions to his office, allowing me to escape the horrors of having felt him rubbing up against me and not being able to do anything about it.
I nodded embarrassedly and said, “Yes of course” nearly giving away my trepidation as I exited the auditorium while holding a stack of papers that he had handed me while I had stood there swooning.
In his office that afternoon while sitting his big comfortable leather office chair, working away at his big desk, I was visited by a few other decent looking male professors, one of which had curiously asked me what it was like working with Mr. M. “It's not too terrible” I replied with naivete as he gave me a response that I would have never expected “Well be careful with him, he can be a tyrant, especially if you’re not doing what he expects of you.”
I took this with a grain of salt, becoming evermore curious as to what was happening with the student that he was talking to in the corner of auditorium earlier that day.
That night I masturbated, fantasizing about Mr. M casually rubbing up against me in the auditorium like he had that day. His hand grazing my behind as I held my breath, allowing him to take the opportunity to pull down my jogging pants and feel my dripping wet shaved teen butthole with his big manly hands while I braced myself on the table, ready to be given a lengthy lecture on the how he loved to fuck freshman TA’s, as he slid his big hard professor cock into me from behind.
That next week after his class he had acted uncharacteristically cold towards me, and I started to come to the realization that I was probably acting like a stupid bitch and I just needed to focus on getting through the final quarter of my freshman year without making a fool of myself. I went home that night deflated. I finished most of my TA work and then had a few beers with my roommate to blow off some steam.
At around 11 that night I received and unexpected text from Mr. M inviting me out to the pub again.
“Hey there, I’m thinking about having a few drinks at the pub. Join me?”
I hopped up off the couch and ran to the bedroom to get ready, eager to get out and make my fantasy come true, knowing damn well it was still a long shot, but at least he I was getting another chance to try I thought.
When I arrived at the Pub that night I was surprised to see that the place as empty as the last time I was there. Mr. M was sitting at the bar in his usual stool, and Fred was pouring drinks for a coupe at the opposite end of the bar.
“Hey, you made it” he said enthusiastically as I came up and sat down next to him. “I hope I’m not keeping you out too late.”
“Oh, I needed to get out. I finished grading the papers and I thought why not” I looked over at him as the drinks he had ordered arrived and I watched him place a twenty-dollar bill down on the bar while giving Fred a wink.
He turned to me reached over and gave me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, causing me to lose all of my faculties for a brief moment, as I breathlessly took a big drink of my beer. “Glad you could make it.” he had said to me.
Several shots were placed in front of us at different intervals causing me to lose track of time. As we made conversation, he had ask me about my up bringing and he had shared a bit of his.
When Fred yelled “last call” I came out of my stupor and looked over at Mr. M in surprise. “Welp, I guess that means it’s time to call it a night” he said to me while slurring his speech.
“I can’t believe it’s this late” I said getting up from the barstool and feeling the room start to spin.
“Here let me help you” Mr. M said putting his arm around me and guiding me towards the big wooden exit doors.
When we were outside, I heard his car beep from the side of the road as he unlocked it with his key faub while walking me over and opening the door. “Here get in, I’ll take you home” he said as he sat me down in his fancy leather seat.
“Jaguar huh?’ I said in a silly tone as he went around and got into the driver’s seat.
“Are you okay to drive Mr.M?” I ask him as he started the car. “Call me Steven” he replied as he put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot.
We drove in silence to a nearby well-manicured two-story house, and when we parked, he helped me get out and had me follow him to the front door.
“What are we doing?” I said carelessly unphased that I was being taken to a strange place by my professor and now new boss. In fact, had I been sober, I would have been in a frenzy at the idea of going alone with him to his home.
“Welcome” he said as he unlocking the door and allowing me to go in first as he turned on a light behind me and then guided me into a living room area with his hand on my lower back.
“Woah what’s happening?” I said feeling suggestive and carnal as he led me to sit on his big grey sectional couch.
“What are we going to do now?” I said questioningly in a bawdy tone as he walked over to a mini bar at the end of the room and opened a bottle to pour us a few drinks.
“You are going to stay on my couch tonight, so I don’t feel guilty about leaving you to find your way home, besides I wanted to have a nightcap with you if that’s alright?” He looked smug and handsome as ever as he came over and placed a drink down on the coffee table in front of me.
“Oh, that’s quite alright Steven, do me a favor and don’t you try anything with me?” I said feeling silly and at the same time telling the truth of what I was thinking.
“You are so drunk” he said while sitting down beside to me on the sofa and putting his hand on my thigh.
Sobering up immediately, I felt him scoot up closer to me while his big hand griped my leg.
My little heart was racing full throttle, and I impatiently sat I my drink down on the table and leaned back into the big cushions of the sofa, spreading my legs apart so that he could have his way with me.
He turned his awesome daunting frame towards me, allowing me to smell his musk, as he reached over to pull at the waist band of my jogging pants.
In complete disbelief, I squirmed and shifted my hips, watching as his big hands as he pulled and slid my sweatpants down around my ankles.
His expression was full of deviance, and I moved in to kiss him. I gave him wet sloppy tongue as he worked feverishly to take my shirt off over my head, resuming our kiss as I felt him pulling at my underwear.
I naturally shifted my hips, allowing him to completely undress me, kicking off my pants and underwear with my feet as my dick flopped around fully erect.
He excitedly fumbled with his belt, removing his pants while I played with myself, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt, taking in the sight of his tan muscular body, semi hairy chest, and his long strong legs as he kicked off his pants and then removed his briefs.
His dick was quite the sight, and it stood there cut and veiny in a long glorious curve as he pulled his briefs off of his ankles. This caused me drool and reach out for it when he sat back to get comfortable again next to me.
“Oh shit Mr. M!” I said, taking his hefty cock in my small hand and feeling it pulse. He put his hand around my shoulder and forcibly guided me towards it.
As I was sucking his big perfect cock, I remember being so aroused that I admitted I had been wanting him since we’d first met.
With his cock in my hungry mouth crouched up next to him, and he told me that he had been thinking of me too, as he reached around behind me and to squeeze my hot little buns.
Feeling his hand rubbing my ass while I choked on his cock, I looked up and begged him to let me have his perfect cock inside me.
He gently pulled me up and had me turn away from him, and I braced myself onto the couch arm while he opened a bottle of lube and drenched my glowing and willing ass with it.
I felt his fingers probed my glistening asshole, and I cooed and moaned, as he positioned himself behind me, placing the head of his giant cock into my red hot Freshman crevice.
“Oh fuck yeah Mr. M I like being your assistant” I said holding my big round bubbly ass cheeks open as I readied myself, pressing my face down into a throw pillow for support.
“Damn you are fucking hot!” he cried out as he entered me with his bulbous head, using his free hand to guide it into my wet freshman hole slowly, while holding himself up on the back of the couch with the other.
“You little slut!” he said as he drove it into me more easily than expected, allowing me to take ahold of the couch arm and back into him so he could deliver his heavenly rod fully into me.
I just love to hear a man getting excited by the feeling of being buried deep into my teenage bubble butt. I let out a loud gasp when it could feel It going all the way in “fuck my wet little ass Mr.M!”
He complied and gave way to my seductive dirty talk, moaning out “Fuck yeah you little slut, take that big ass cock!” He rammed his long crooked cock into my youthful wet behind, slapping his hairy groin against my ass cheeks and getting up higher on top of me to fuck me harder.
I felt him slow down and seize up, and I greedily moved my hips and pulled away in an attempt to stall him from finishing.
I felt the absence of his big cock as he pulled it out and I immediately felt the desire for more, and I got myself turned around and spread my legs and lifted them above his shoulders, wanting to see him on top of me in all his hunky glory.
He lifted my hips and inserted his coconut smasher back inside me as I watched in amazement, my legs held back by his strong arms.
I started to feel his chest and strong arms as he pile drove into me, his eyes with wild abandon.
“Oh fuck that’s how I like it” I said panting while watching him sweating on top of me with his stud muscles flexing, his abs showing the work he put in at the gym.
I jerked myself off furiously as I was ravished by my true-life fantasy professor, his hot body giving me many more nights of masturbation material as he came all over me.
I used his mountain of cum to jerk myself off, going faster and faster as he put himself back into me and rocked my sweat little hole one last time.
When we had finished, we both lay there on his big sectional couch cooing and wiping ourselves with a towel that he had retrieved from somewhere nearby.
“Holy shit that was fucking hot!” he said getting up and grabbing us a water from the kitchen.
“I’m not going to be able to sleep” I said as I sat up to hydrate, looking over at him naked and perfect as he laid back and started to close his eyes.
I did eventually fall asleep curled up next to him on the big sofa, and when I awoke, he was making breakfast in the kitchen, the daylight shining through the windows.
He was dressed in his usual business attire, and I was still naked when I walked in to greet him.
“Showers down the hall” he said over his shoulder.
I found my way into his master bathroom and started the shower, cleaning myself of and feeling my gaping hole as I soaped myself, thinking about how incredible last night had been.
After I had showered, I went in the kitchen, and he fed me eggs and bacon while he went into another room to get his things.
“Okay get dressed you little slut” he said when he came back into the kitchen. “Only if you promise to let me see you again” I said with a grin.
“That’s something we need to discuss” He said sitting down at the table with a serious look.
“You can never tell anyone what happened last night.”
I gave him a naughty boyish smile “I would never tell Mr. M, besides I liked it way too much”
“Call me Steven” he said getting up and heading toward the door. “Call yourself an Uber and I’ll see you in class this week” I heard him say from the hall, hearing the front door open and then shut again.
Since that night I have spent many hours hoping he will call on me, waiting for the day that might get another private class with my hot professor.
