Professor Fag
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My sophomore year, I took an economics course: large (125 seats,maybe) tiered lecture hall. Class met twice a week for 90 minutes at a time. During warm weather, I attended class in my usual gear: shorts (sometimes cargo shorts, sometimes gym shorts) and a sleeveless tee shirt, or maybe a wife beater, and flip flops. I liked to sit front and center, and WTF, 90 minutes is a long time for a teen age man to go without some kid of sexual stimulation, and so frequently, by the time class was approaching being over, i was taking notes with my right hand and stimulating myself.with my left (nice being ambidextrous as well as ambisexual), Sometimes even reaching into the waistband of the shorts to get at my cock directly (haven’t worn underwear since i was maybe 6 years old, so that made tings even easier).
After one such session of intense economics and self-stimulation, as he was dismissing the class, Professor Fag said “Mr. Xxxxxxx (that’s me), please see me in my office this afternoon at 5:00.”
At about quarter to six (I could have been on time, but I wanted to see how long the bitch would wait for me) I knocked on his office door. He said to come in. As I approached His desk, he started in: “Mr. Xxxxxx, I can’t help noticing …..”
I interrupted. “You wanna suck it now?”
He gasped and licked his lips. He didn’t have to say anything more. I moved around to the back of his desk and pulled down my shorts.
“Not here. Not now.” he protested. “Someone might walk in and see.”
“And?” I queried. “I been saving a load for you all afternoon.”
There was nothing more to say. In a flash, Professor Fag was on his knees and my cock was buried balls deep in his throat. The professor was quite an accomplished cock-sucker, but iI still made him work a good 15 minutes to win his reward. I pulled out and as he eagerly cleaned my cock, I said, “write down your address and cell phone number. I got an Econ quiz next week to study for, but after I;m done studying, I’ll want to come over and fuck your ass.”
It actually was almost 1:00 am when I called Professor Fag and said I was on my way over. I really hadn’t spent much time studying Econ, but there was a hell of a pick up basketball game at the gym and I was all sweaty when I finally arrived at his place, having come straight from the gym and all unshowered. It turned out, he liked me that way.
And thus started an awesome multi-year man and fag relationship.
