Pounding the Prof, Part 6
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As soon as Damion left, I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Even after a wild night like I'd had, I still had to get to work. I was suddenly aware that my ass was very full and also a bit sore after so much action. I cleaned myself up, took a shower, shaved, and went to my room to get dressed. Then I sat down in the kitchen and had another cup of coffee.
I experienced another wave of panic as I thought about the two students who were fucking me. It had definitely been hot, but it was really stupid and I started to worry about how it might get me into trouble. I took out my phone and deleted the Grindr app. It was an empty gesture, far too late, but it felt like taking action of some sort. At least no more of my students would be able to hit me up on Grindr, and I wouldn't be advertising for a hookup everywhere I walked with my phone on campus. I felt somehow reassured as I headed out the door to my office.
The day turned out to be surprisingly normal and uneventful. I spent the morning in my office preparing for classes. Then in the afternoon I had my graduate seminar. This was a small and pretty intense class, where the students directed most of the discussion. For more than two hours, I lost myself in working with students on difficult problems. By the time that class was over, it was time to go home.
When I got home I changed into my workout clothes and jogged to the campus gym. I tried with pretty good success to completely ignore the hot boys working out and to just focus on my own workout. After a hard session of lifting weights, I headed out for a long run across the campus and through the city. I ran an unfamiliar route while I listened to upbeat tunes that got my heart pumping. By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I went up to my apartment, stretched, and then showered. I put on a clean pair of jogging pants and headed to the kitchen to make dinner. While the water was boiling for pasta, I opened my computer and reviewed some of the work from my graduate students. There's nothing like losing myself in numbers to clear my head. Just as the water came to a boil, my phone dinged, indicating a message. It was from Nathan.
"Hey," he wrote.
"Hey," I responded.
"How was your day?"
"Busy," I said.
"Last night was fun," he wrote. Then he sent me a picture of his cock hard, sitting at what was probably his dorm room desk.
"Just thinking about your tite ass makes me hard."
"Got to much work tonight, but maybe we can kik it tomorrow," he wrote. His bad spelling made me smile.
"That would be fun," I wrote.
I looked at his cock pic, and it took me back to the previous night. I started getting hard, so I stuck my hand down my pants and started to fondle myself. Fucking with my students was stupid, but damn was it hot. There was something about the forbidden nature of what we were doing that made it even more hot. And both Nathan and Damion were handsome as hell, each in his own way. Nathan seemed more the alpha male type, cocky and aware of how hot he was and used to getting his way, but he had a tender side too. I'd been surprised that he was willing to kiss, but it made our encounter even hotter. Damion seemed younger and more innocent but also more playful and sweet. He put on a good show of toughness, but he seemed really soft hearted underneath. And they both had amazing bodies.
And DAMN were they both good in bed. I got up from the kitchen counter and moved to the couch. I slid my sweats down and relived the night before in my mind, feeling Nathan and Damion's cocks sliding up inside me. Within just a few minutes, I shot a warm load of creamy white cum all over my chest and stomach. I laughed at how horny I'd become over the last few days, like I was becoming a teenager again. I guess that's what happens when you get that much teenage spunk up your ass.
The next day was uneventful. I taught my lecture class again on Wednesday. I noticed Damion and Nathan sitting in the same row with a couple of other guys I imagined were also soccer jocks. At one point, I could have sworn that Nathan's eyes were piercing through me as his hand seemed to grab his crotch. I started to get hard and had to turn away and fight to focus my mind on something else. I spent the rest of the class slightly chubbed up -- you know that feeling when you're not really hard, but you feel like you could get hard at any moment? I tried to keep my mind on the equations I was putting up and the theories I was trying to convey, but worries about getting hard in front of my class hung just at the edge of my mind. I jerked off as soon as I got back to my office, this time thinking to grab a couple of paper towels from the bathroom on the way.
On Thursday, I worked at home in the morning, then went to campus for my office hours in the afternoon. One student came early with a few questions about homework, but most of the time was spent answering emails. Then, just a couple of minutes before the end of office hours, Nathan came by. He was wearing a hoody and baggy shorts and looked sexy as fuck.
"Hey Prof, can I earn some extra credit?" he asked, with a wicked smile. Then he closed the door softly behind him and he stepped into my office.
"I was feeling horny, and your office was close by, so um..." He grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze. "You want some?"
My shock must have registered on my face, because he took a step closer to me and said, "You've never been naughty in your office?"
"Uh, Nathan," I stuttered. "I don't think... I mean... This is my office..."
He took another step closer. "Nobody can see in here. It's private."
"No, Nathan..."
He took another step so that his crotch was right there in front of my face. He hooked his thumbs on his waistband and slowly lowered his shorts and his boxers until his cock, already fully hard, popped out.
"You know you want it, Prof."
And I did. I hesitated for only a moment, then I opened my mouth and took the head in and ran my tongue all around it. Then I pulled off and licked up and down the shaft a couple of times before taking taking most of his thick rod in my mouth.
"That's a good boy," he said and put his hand gently on my head. "You know you love this cock," he said.
I worked on his cock for a good five minutes, going up and down, trying to deep throat him a few times until I finally got him all the way and gagged. He moaned quietly and pushed my head down a bit with both of his hands. Then he slowly moved his hands down my back and started to fondle my butt. That move!
I pulled off. "Nathan," I said. "We can't fuck here."
"Why not?"
His hands moved inside my pants, and a finger teased my hole.
"No one will know."
He pushed his finger until the tip popped inside.
"You're gonna let me fuck you," he said, suddenly in a serious voice.
He took his hands out of my pants and roughly pulled me into a standing position.
"I told you your ass is mine."
He turned me around so that I was facing my desk.
"I told you you're my bitch."
With one hand he pushed my laptop and a couple of books that were in the way aside, then he bent me over and pushed my face down onto my desk.
"Now be a good bitch and let me have your pussy."
Fuck it all, he had me so turned on. I reached and undid my belt and unbutton my pants, and he pulled them roughly down with one hand while he continued to press my body against my desk with the other. My dress shirt fell down over my ass, so he pushed it up my torso into a bunch. He started to rub his cock against my crack until it hit my hole. Then he pushed a little, and I pushed back.
"That's it boy, gimme that hole."
I tried to push back against him, to relax and let him inside, but without lube, I was too tight.
"You need lube. I don't have any lube here."
"I don't need lube," he said. His voice was so much more forceful than the previous times. This was like a different Nathan. Alpha Nathan. He spat a long line of saliva down onto his dick and rubbed it around my hole.
"You gonna take me, bitch," he said and pushed harder.
His head started to move inside, but it hurt. I shuddered and jerked forward.
"Don't run away from me, bitch."
He spit on his cock again and pushed further inside. There were a few moments of pain, but then he passed some point and his cock slid inside me the next couple of inches easily.
"That's it, Prof."
He slowly pulled out a little, then back in. The combination of his spit and his pre-cum seemed to ease his movement. I relaxed, and he started moving faster in and out. He still kept one hand holding me down on the desk. There was a sudden smack, as his other hand slapped my ass. Then again he slapped my other cheek. I moaned, and he started pumping harder.
"I'm gonna give you my load, Prof. Imma breed your bitch ass."
He started pounding hard into me, slapping my ass with his thighs, pounding again and again until he groaned and I felt his cock swell as he squirted his load deep inside me.
"Take my load, you fucking bitch," he said.
I could feel his cock shoot 5, 6, 7 shots inside my ass, then he sighed, took his hand off my back, and pulled out.
"Now didn't you need that?" he asked in a slightly more gentle voice.
"That was hot," he said, as he pulled up his shorts. I stood up and turned around.
He looked straight in my eyes. "You shouldn't fight me, Prof, cause I'm gonna have your ass when I want it. I'm in charge here, so act like a bitch."
For a moment, I was afraid of him. Then he smiled and pulled my head to his and gave me a long kiss. He laughed. "Guess you like it rough," he said and grabbed my cock, which was hard as a rock poking out of my pants.
Then he did something that completely surprised me. He knelt down and took my dick in his mouth. He moved his mouth slowly up and down, caressing my cock with his tongue. He held my legs, and I leaned back against my desk as he started to go down on me enthusiastically, up and down on my cock until after just a couple of minutes, I felt the cum building in my balls.
"I'm gonna blow," I said, but he didn't pull off. He wrapped a hand around my cock as he continued to move his mouth up and down, and in a moment I was shooting a huge load into his mouth. He kept sucking me until he squeezed out every drop. He stood up and leaned in and kissed me, and I could taste my cum on his tongue.
"See, we can have fun together. I can make you feel good. Just don't fight me. Cause I own you."
He turned around and walked out of my office, closing the door behind him. I realized that I was standing there with my pants halfway down and my dick sticking out, and I panicked wondering if anyone had happened by and seen me.
Well, that just happened, I said to myself. I pulled up my pants, buckled the belt, and sat down at my desk again. Damn, I thought. I'm in it deep.