Academic Desire: Does age matter when you're hot for teacher?
Has a professor ever caught your eye? A steamy new lesson needs to be learned.
I flipped open my notebook and stared at the blank page. I had left my laptop at home quite by accident and now I was paying the price. I'd had to make a dash to the student union bookstore to grab a notebook and a pen. I felt like ancient man as I scribbled the date at the top of the page.
I was third year, working toward my sociology degree, but this class, Sociology of Sexualities, was kicking my ass. Which is funny considering how damned gay I am.
I tapped my pen on the notebook.
I'm not overtly gay, in my opinion, but my friends tell me I can be clocked at forty paces. Which is ludicrous. Todd Lambert is nothing if not discreet. I grinned and smoothed away the creases of my pink button-down shirt and looked down, admiring my sparkly purple KEDS.
Okay. Perhaps they were right.
I leaned back and crossed my arms. The professor was late this morning. I checked my phone. It was already quarter past nine. I set my phone on the slim desk portion of my chair and pulled up the audio recording app. I would need it to record the lecture in case my notes turned out to be crap. I had some work ahead of me tonight. I preferred to have today's notes on my laptop along with the rest of them. It would make life easier when it came to studying for exams.
The door at the base of the lecture hall creaked open.
The teacher's assistant wandered in, flipping through notes as he approached the podium. He opened a laptop and fiddled about until some notes popped up on the screen behind him.
Stepping around the podium, he cleared his throat, and the room fell silent.
"Many of you may have heard already, but Professor Simms is no longer with us. He suffered a massive heart attack over the weekend and will not be coming back to lecture anytime soon."
A student rose to her feet. "Is he going to be all right?"
The TA nodded. "They're expecting a full recovery."
"Thank God." The student sunk back into her seat. As she did so, the door to the lecture hall opened, and in strode a very interesting character. The word hippy immediately popped to mind. Long, flowing hair; grey at the temples. Neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper mustache and beard. Black jeans, black t-shirt, and navy-blue suit jacket. Beaded necklaces, and sandals.
And fit—so deliciously fit.
Fucking hot.
I sat up straight in my seat. Now, I don't have a type per se, but I find there's something about a hot, gorgeous older man that sets my body tingling.
And this guy was definitely doing that.
"I'm Professor Ward, but you can call me Walter." Walter looked out at the faces staring back at him then turned his attention to the laptop. The notes on the screen flitted about until he landed on what he was looking for. "I'm going to try to pick up where Professor Simms left off, but please let me know if I start in on any material you've covered already. I don't like to be a bore."
I pursed my lips.
Oh, you could bore me to tears anytime.
As long as your hands are on me at the time.
I shifted in my seat; my cock waking and taking notice of the handsome face making eye contact with each one of us. When his eyes fell on me, I couldn't help but blush.
His eyes were an incredible pale blue—and so expressive. They crinkled at the corners as he looked me over.
The seductive smile I gave Walter must have amused him because he laughed softly to himself then moved on to the next student.
I tucked the end of the pen between my teeth.
I am such a tease.
Walter began to speak about the first screen, so I pressed record on my audio app and started making notes on research methods used in the study of sexualities … while attempting to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. Boring—so, so boring. At least his voice was interesting. Soft and mellow, like warm sun on your face through the window of a winter day.
I could cuddle up to that.
"Remember, the assignment is due on Thursday. That means it must be emailed to me by 11:59 pm. Not a moment later." Walter tucked some papers into his carrier bag and flipped the flap closed, then began fussing with the laptop. Waiting for Walter to finish packing up, I made my way down the stairs to the front of the lecture hall and leaned against the podium.
Walter looked over at him. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"I just wanted to welcome you and introduce myself." I held out my hand. "Todd Lambert. Trying my darndest to complete my sociology degree with a focus on gender studies."
Walter grasped my hand and shook it, nodding. The tingle returned. I was reluctant to let go. The professor's hand; so gentle and smooth. I could imagine it caressing the skin between my thighs. Up over my belly—encasing my cock.
I nearly moaned aloud.
"Pleasure," Walter replied after a seriously long pause.
Damn right it was.
Pleasurable was an understatement. The guy, probably thirty-five years my senior, was warming me through. I needed an excuse to return to his side.
I tapped my pen on my tooth, then sucked the hot pink cylinder into my mouth. Walter was keeping an eye on me. I wasn't sure it was interest or amusement, though.
"I need a bit of help." I lowered the pen. "I don't have my laptop today … crazy morning, but I'm wondering if I could come by your office tomorrow."
"Is this to do with the assignment?"
I tipped my head to one side. "Sure. We can call it that."
This time, it was Walter's turn to blush. "Three … I can see you at three tomorrow."
I pursed my lips, then licked them—slow and easy. "I can't wait."
I am such a whore.
Honestly.
I strode out of that lecture hall knowing I had planted a seriously obvious seed. If Walter didn't know what I was inferring, he needed to brush up on his social cues.
The sociology department was smaller than many others, so Professor Walter Ward's office was easy to find. It was in an older part of the campus and had that old-world charm to it. All polished wood paneling and sky-high ceilings. I wouldn't be surprised if some of the offices had fireplaces.
I looked down at my outfit. It wasn't sedate. Pink hot pants and a white button-down shirt. Yesterday's outfit hadn't put Walter off. I undid the top button. This was sure to get his attention.
I knocked on Walter's door and waited.
It popped open and Walter walked briskly away from the doorway. If I had to guess a cause of his haste, he was anxious. Anxiety produced by his day or by my arrival, I wasn't sure. He needn't have worried overly about me. I was looking to play the long game; reel him in slowly.
He wouldn't feel a thing.
Until I got my hands on him.
I plopped down in one of the chairs facing his desk and pulled out my laptop. I was there to glean some assistance from my professor—that was the ploy. I had already completed the assignment, but I could certainly use his input ahead of handing it in.
"I'm not sure my research figures are right in this example." I turned the computer to face him, then lifted it onto his desk as he had dropped into his chair.
To his credit, Walter perked up, dispensing with the anxious state I had found him in, to look over my work. He scrolled through everything I had written. It was good work. Despite being distracted by the hot professor's looks, I had been paying attention to what he was saying.
"This looks good." Walter pointed at the screen. "Review this, though. You've missed some crucial information in the summary."
"That's great. Thank you." I sank back into my seat. "That's what I needed to hear. I've been struggling a bit this semester."
Walter tented his fingers and leaned forward onto his desk. "Come by anytime. If I'm not in a lecture, you can usually find me here."
I rose to my feet and leaned my hip against his desk. "Anytime?"
Walter leaned back in his chair, smiling. "You're not subtle, are you?"
"Not when I see something I like." I spun on my heel and went to retrieve my bag, intending to stuff my computer and other things that had dropped out back into it. I would make an appointment to see him next week, then head home to dream about what I wanted to do with him.
Walter caught me by surprise when he touched my shoulder.
"So … how does this usually work with you?" Walter brushed his hand from my shoulder down to my wrist. He swept his fingertips across my knuckles.
"I don't want any favors from you." I turned to face him.
"You're not expecting this to affect your marks." Walter gripped my chin, tipping my head back slightly to look up at him.
"Not at all."
Walter released my chin then walked over and locked the door.
Right now?
My cock stirred, filling the small amount of space in my tight jeans.
Hell, yeah, right now.
I strolled toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers into his long locks. He was watching me with that same curious fascination he had enamored me with in the lecture hall. It was intoxicating. I smiled when he touched my cheek with the back of his fingers and brushed them across my skin, studying me as I'm positive my eyes lit up.
The kiss was tentative. Measured. His lips soft—seductive; the tickle of his whiskers drawing me closer to him. I dove into him, capturing his life experience—offering up my youth.
Walter groaned against my lips, filling my throat with sound. He turned me toward the desk and pressed my ass against it, his hands making their way to my lower back. He pulled me toward him and moved his hands lower, grabbing a handful of my flesh.
I reciprocated the groan, exploring the taste of his tongue—mint, and coffee. I stroked my hands through his hair all the way to the ends. His strands of hair almost touched his ass. I grabbed a fistful and hung on tight, trusting Walter to keep me from falling back against the desk. His forefinger made a trip down the crease of my ass, sending me hole into spasm.
Damn, I want him.
He spun me to face the desk, surprising me with the abruptness. My pants and cute, purple lace G-string were around my ankles before I had time to think. The sound of his belt buckle rattling behind me had my cock standing at attention. Walter wasn't wasting any time. He placed his hand in the center of my back and pushed me forward until my chest was resting on the mountain of papers littering his desk. He pushed into my hole without a moment of pause.
I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowed the pain, and reached for the far side of the desk. My fingers nearly turned white as I hung on for dear life. His hips slammed against my ass, rocking my hard cock into the edge of the desk. I released my grip and slipped my hand down to reposition my cock beneath the lip of the desktop. My cockhead slid along the wood the next time Walter thrust into me, sending sparks exploding behind my eyes.
A container of pens rattle—the old wooden desk legs creaked.
Fuck me.
Walter began hammering into me, causing my erection to wane somewhat. My guts were taking a pummeling. More. I wanted to spread my legs wider.
I placed my hand on Walter's hip to slow him.
"Too much," he whispered.
"Never." I pulled up on my pant leg hoping it would dislodge my shoe. Sensing what I was up to, Walter withdrew and reached down, yanked my shoes, socks, pants, and panties off, and tossed them toward the sofa in the center of the room.
He slid back in as I bent my knees to take him in higher.
There … that there.
He rocked my insides, hammering against me, faster—harder. The world spun as I was being thoroughly used; the age difference amplifying the intensity. Age had not slowed Walter down any. The guy was as virile and demanding as any man I had ever been with.
And so fucking gorgeous.
Walter withdrew, causing my head to spin with regret. He turned me around and took my mouth, driving my cock to regain its rock-hard state. Releasing my mouth, he dropped to his knees, hands on my cock, and sucked me into his mouth, his tongue caressing my stiffening flesh.
I clung to the front of the desk, throwing my head back.
Yes … a thousand times, yes.
I hadn't been sure if Walter was straight or not. Maybe he was just wanting a piece of ass to get him through his day. His tongue action spoke otherwise. Either he had paid a lot of attention to when women sucked his cock, or he'd had plenty of experience.
He startled me when he released my cock and rocketed back to his feet. His hands on my ass, he lifted me onto the desk and encouraged me to lie back. He lifted my legs, his hands wrapped around my thighs, and hauled me closer to the edge of the mahogany slab I was laid out on.
His hands grasped me behind my knees, and nearly bent me in half, my ass hanging off the edge of the desk. He drove his cock back into me; the back of my head shifting the papers beneath it. I could feel the static building in my hair as he plunged in and out of my ass. My cock released a string of precum onto my pubes. I reached down, wanting to taste it.
Walter's eyes lit up as I tucked my fingers into my mouth, sucking on what my body had offered up. He opened his mouth. I hooked those same fingers behind his bottom teeth. He closed his lips around them, his tongue circling every fleshy pad. I drew my hand toward my mouth and sucked on each finger in turn, the taste of mint, coffee, and musk flooding my senses.
He thrust harder, our exchange of body fluids driving him into a frenzy. Sliding—stroking my insides. Walter closed his eyes, grunting, and licked his lips. I reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking myself, assuming we were reaching the conclusion of our encounter. The way he was panting and swearing, it certainly looked as if he were about to cum.
Yes, Daddy … fill me up.
I prepared myself for the gush of warmth.
Walter slowed and stroked his hands up under my shirt, pinching my nipples, allowing my legs to dangle at his sides. The position was hard on my back, arching my hips. I waited for him to pick up my legs again. He withdrew his cock instead.
My eyes must have popped open with surprise because he smiled at me.
"Sofa." It was a single command uttered by Walter's talented lips. I followed him over to the sofa. He dropped onto the worn leather. "Take your shirt off."
Full nudity it is then.
I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt but finally managed to remove it. I tossed it toward the rest of my clothes that had slipped off the arm of the sofa onto the floor. Walter pulled his pants further down off his hips and onto his thighs, saving me from having his buckle scrap my backside. I straddled him, knees and the tops of my feet pressed into the leather, gripping his shoulders, and sunk back onto his cock as he held it in place.
His fingers slipped away I descended, his palm fondling my balls as they retreated. His hand found its way onto my cock, stroking me. I leaned forward and kissed him, reveling in the feel of his whiskers scraping my chin and lips. I moaned into his mouth as I rose on his cock. My hole anxious to be filled again. To be pummeled into submission.
I slammed back down, jolting my insides. Each stroke after that sublime, raising my body up and down on his cock. My fingers digging into his shoulders, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. Walter's lips found my throat, sucking, licking, and nipping at my skin.
It nearly sent me over the edge. My cock was hard and hot, Walter's hand pumping it harder now. I wanted to hold out until Walter was cumming. He was building toward it.
I adjusted my angle, rocking my hips between each thrust, grinding, and dropping harder—faster with each thrust. Walter's free hand swept down to my waist, his thumb on my belly.
He brushed it across my skin, whispering how hot I was into my ear. I panted out a response. Not sure what. My mind was on fire—my thoughts jumbled.
Walter's hand gripped my ass, guiding me, his hips undulating beneath me. His cock pulsed inside me. He was close. I dug around under his shirt and found a nipple. I squeezed and twisted.
Yes, baby.
That's all it took. Walter grunted and pumped me full of his warm cream; his hand stilling on my cock. I took over, beating it as the wildfire exploded within me.
The first strand hit Walter's chin, then his chest, then his belly. The rest drooled onto my hand and his pubes. Sticky and euphoric, I lifted my hand, offering it up to him. Walter was quick to suck each of my knuckles into his mouth, cleaning away my cum. The whole time he watched me, his gaze capturing mine. I couldn't look away.
But the show isn't over.
He was going to remember me.
I climbed off and kneeled on the floor in front of him. I reached around to my ass and pushed what cum I could from my ass onto my fingers. I brought my hand back, showing him, playing the cum between my fingers. This would clinch it. He would want me back again.
I circled each of my nipples with a cum-soaked finger, then opened my hand and spread every bit of the cum I had collected onto my chest. Without skipping a beat, I retrieved my shirt and slipped it back on—then buttoned up the front.
Each finger found its way into my mouth until they were clean. Then I licked my lips, moaning softly. Walter had sat straight up in his seat, staring at me.
He swallowed—hard.
"I expect to see you again next week," he said.
I smiled. "Yes, I need all the help I can get."
Walter smirked. "That's for damned sure."
The following week, I was back in Walter's office for my tutoring session. And every subsequent week for the rest of the semester. I swear, he fucked me on every surface of that office.
And when that wouldn't do anymore, I started making my way to his house.
And I'm still here.
Two years later and he's yet to tire of me. After I graduated with my degree, Walter asked me to move in with him. Our desire for one another has become much more than academic.
And I couldn't be happier.
And more filled.
I mean fulfilled—filled and fulfilled.
ACADEMIC DESIRE; Copyright © 2021 by Gavin E. Black