Justin knocked on professor Evans' door. No answer.
-Professor? It's me.-
Still no answer. Weird, the lights were on. He pushed the door and this opened. Justin stepped in cautiously.
-Professor?- there was something weird. Why was professor Evans' house full of professor Nicholson's pictures?
He realized he was in the wrong house. He was about to leave, when something caught his attention. It was a photo-album sitting on a small table. It said "Ryan".
He opened it, confused. The first picture was one of Ryan when he was still a baby. In the next page, Ryan when he was about three years old, playing in the garden with his adoptive father and playing with a ball.
And the album went on, with shoots taken stealthily, spying all Ryan's life.
Justin wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what that meant.
Professor Nicholson was Ryan's father. And Reese had found out.
The only question left was: did Ryan know? Was it him that had killed Reese to hush her?
Of course he knew, thought Justin. That was why he wasn't ever really afraid that professor Nicholson was going to expel him.
No, maybe he was just being paranoid. But he needed to know for sure.
He was about to go out of the house, when he heard someone talking upstairs. It sounded like Fergie and professor Nicholson.
-I told you, I don't have anymore money.-
-Then, my dear Jack, everyone is going to know your dirty little secrets. Both of them.-
-Fergie, please... I beg you, don't do this. I really don't have anymore money. Isn't there anything else I could do?-
There was a little pause.
-You have till the end of the week, Jack.-
Hearing Fergie coming down the stairs, Justin ran out of the house, bumping against professor Evans, who was going in into the next apartment.
-You're okay, kiddo? What were you doing in professor Nicholson's house.-
-I got the wrong door. Can we go inside? It's kinda cold.-
-Sure.-
Professor Evans unlocked his door and let Justin in. He was wearing a black tank top and loose gym trousers.
-You look upset.-
-I just found out something crazy...-
-Well, we can talk about that later. First, I think you need to relax a little. Here, sit on the sofa, let me get you something. Tea, coffee?-
-I'm fine, thank you.- Justin sat down –So... What do you wanted to talk about?-
Chris sat next to him.
-The letter. I do get why you wanted not to tell the police about it. If it turns out Ryan isn't guilty, the things between you two will be ruined –
-I'm quite sure he is guilty now.- Justin gave a sad, half smile as he said this –But I still don't want to accuse him.-
Professor Evans took Justin's face in his hands, and gently stroked it.
-Whatever happens... I'm still going to be there for you, kiddo, you do know that, right?-
Justin nodded, looking at him with his big, puppy eyes, and professor Evans knew that was the moment. He leaned in and kissed him. Justin immediately kissed him back, and so Chris hugged him tightly as he pushed his tongue inside his mouth.
As they kept making out, Chris made Justin lie on the sofa as he lied on top of him between his spread legs. Justin didn't know why he was doing this, but he felt just so protected in his teacher's strong arms that he just gave in and put his hands under professor Evans' tank top, feeling his tight and slightly hairy chest.
Chris did the same, and put his hands under Justin's t-shirt before slowly taking it off his student.
-You're handsome.- he said, before kissing him again. And he meant it. Even if he was only seducing him because Chad had blackmailed him, Chris couldn't deny that he had always had a huge crush on the boy.
He was almost like a little brother to him, without the incest issue. He just wanted to hold him and make everything all right for him. And he really, really wanted to fuck him.
Justin was shivering under him, with excitement and a little fear.
-There's nothing to worry about.- Chris took off his own tank top and then gave him a slight kiss on the lips. Then he looked at him in the eyes, as to make sure that he had the authorization, and when Justin nodded slowly, he started going down with the kisses, until he got to his nipples, which he started licking and nibbling.
Justin squirmed in pleasure under him, arching his back and trying not to moan.
-Just relax and let yourself go.- said Chris, sliding his hand inside Justin's jeans and underwear and grabbing his cock. He massaged it for a while, then unzipped his jeans and slid them off, leaving Justin in just his white calvin klein boxer briefs.
-Turn around.- he said. Justin did as he was told.
Chris took a moment to admire hat firm butt, hidden only by the thin layer of the underwear. He took off his own jeans, keeping only his boxers on, and laid on top of Justin. He licked his back, from the shoulder tight to the waistbandof the boxerbriefs, feeling him shudder and tensing under him. Then he gave a playful bite to Justin's covered ass.
-Ouch!- whined Justin.
-Don't be a baby.- Chris kissed Justin's neck as he slid off both their underwear. He squeezed his cock between Justin's smooth cheeks while nibbling his ear.
Justin pushed his ass back against him. The friction was good, but Chris wanted more.
He scooted down until his face was right between Justin's cheeks, and started flickering his tongue around his student's hole.
Justin giggled, bu his laugh quickly turned into a moan when the professor started fucking him with his tongue. Many years of being a complete sex addict had turned Chris in an expert in rimming.
-God yes!- Justin tried to muffle his screams in the pillow.
Chris made sure the hole was well coated with saliva, then slid back up, so that his face was nuzzled in Justin's neck and his chest was against his back.
-Can I...?- he said, positioning his cock head at Justin's entrance and teasing it gently.
-Do it. Put it in me.-
Chris pushed, and his cock got in with surprising ease. Justin's hole clearly wasn't a virgin, contrarily to Adam's when Chris had fucked him for the first time.
The professor started fucking his student with slow thrusts, letting Justin's hole loosen up around his dick.
With every thrust, Justin would grunt and Chris would pick up the pace a little,until he was fucking him hard and fast into the bed.
It wasn't long before the two men were sweating and panting heavily, almost overwhelmed by the hard fucking. Justin was on the verge of cumming, the pain and pleasure too much to take.
-F...fu...u...uuu...fuck!- was the only thing he managed to say as he started coming on his stomach and the mattress underneath it.
-Turn around. I wanna see your face when I cum.- instructed him Chris.
Justin did as he was told and lied on his back, lifting his legs and exposing his now opened hole. Chris spat on his hand and used it to lubricate his cock again, then laid on top of Justin and, staring his blue eyes, he took his legs on his shoulders and forced his dick in his ass. Justin bit his lip not to scream as his professor started fucking him again harder then before.
-I've never see you.. .this concentrated... In class....- grunted Chris, going in and out as fast as he could.
-Maybe your lesson... aren't... ah!.... as interesting!- Justin was holding tight to his professor, his fingers digging in his back, leaving scratches and marks. After a particularly strong thrust, Justin couldn't stop himself to bite his teacher on his shoulder to suffocate a scream.
-Oh, you like it rough, kid, uh? I'll show you rough!-Chris got up so he was kneeling between Justin's legs, with Justin's legs still on his shoulders, and started giving it to him like a madman.
Justin found himself coming again without even having to touch his cock. Chris knew he was close too, so h laid down, kissed Justin and gave the last few thrusts before empyting his balls inside his student.
They stayed like that for a moment, Chris stroking Justin's face.
-I think I love you.- he told his student. And he meant it.
-I... I need to go.- Justin hastily got up and grabbed his clothes, but Chris stopped him.
-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.-
-No, I mean... Maybe I love you, but there's Ryan, and you're my teacher, and it's all so confusing. I should be trying to figure that out and...-
-You shouldn't be doing anything but what you wanna do. What do you wanna do, Justin?-
-Right now?-
-Right now.-
-I just want you told hold me.-
Chris took Justin's hand, and led him back to bed. He spooned him, making sure their bodies were as close as possible.
-Fuck yeaaaah!- Tom came for the second time that night, this time directly in Chad's ass. He immediately pulled out and lied on the bed (which was a single) next to Chad, both panting heavily
After a few minutes to catch his breath, Chad said:-Okay, it's time for you to go back to your room, the others will be back any second now.-
But Tom was already asleep, and replied with a snore. Chad sighed annoyed, but then decided that spending all night snuggled up to Tom wasn't going to be that bad. Then he covered themselves both with a sheet., and he put his head on Tom's chest and his hand on Tom's soft cock, fondling it while he slept.
He wondered what Tom was going to think the day after, once the drunken haze was gone. He didn't care that much, actually. He had gotten what he wanted. But honestly, Tom was so handsome that Chad could spend all night looking at him. But he had things to do, so he got up and got out of the room, leaving the naked Tom asleep in his bed.
Now he could finally think with a clear mind, and he knew exactly how to stop Britney. It was the easiest thing, and he couldn't believe nobody had thought about it until then.
But first, he remembered he had told professor Evans to seduce Justin that evening.
He rushed to professor Evans' apartment, and was glad to found them asleep in each other's arm. He took a picture from the window, then left and went to Headmistress Bellucci's office.
He knocked on the door, and Monica opened, covered with a robe from which you could see she was trying to hide a black leather bra. She closed the door right behind her, but Chad swore he had seen professor Vincent Cassel naked and tied to a desk.
-What do you want? I was sleeping.- she said. The muffled moan of a man came from inside.
-Yes, sure, sleeping.- Chad grinned –Anyway, I'm here to tell you I know how to stop Britney Spears.-
-Oh, thank God, she's turning this campus into a Christian camp, it's so boring... No parties, no drugs, no sex... Luckily, there are a few exceptions.- Monica winked at Chad –How is Mister Welling?-
Chad raised an eyebrow. How did Headmistress Bellucci know?
-Don't be surprised, I know everything about everyone and believe me...- she said –It's been a fun year. So, how do we stop the bitch?-
-Just call a fraternity and sorority meeting tomorrow morning. Make sure that students are going to show up. And by the end of that meeting, Britney Spears is going to be history.-
-I knew I could count on you, Mister Murray.- Headmistress Bellucci smirked, but then was distracted by another moan coming from her office.
-Sorry. My... Cat is hungry.- she lied, then got back in and closed the door. Chad heard her saying: -Who told you you could make noise?! Oh, I'm going to punish you good!- And then the sound of a whip.
Britney was building a giant wooden cross in the middle of the campus, with the help of her lackeys and of an unwanting Paris Hilton.
-Britney, are you sure this is a good idea?- she said.
-Shut up, or you'll have another go with Julie Andrews.- replied Britney –And yes, it is a wonderful idea.-
-Isn't it, you know, illegal to build a giant cross here?- added Paris.
-Of course not, this spot is property of the fraternities I can do whatever I want with it.-
-And so... What are you going to do with a giant cross?-
-I'm going to crucifix myself, of course.- replied Britney as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. –Tomorrow morning. This way, I'll finally be seen as the new messiah.-
"And you'll be dead" thought Paris, then said: -I think it's a great idea.-
Paul was the first to come back to the house, at midnight. Tom's clothes were on the living room's sofa, which was weird, since he checked in Tom and Usher's room and he wasn't there. But Paul wasn't the kind of person who asked himself many questions (because he really sucked at finding answers) so he just brought the clothes to Tom's room and then went back to his bedroom, where he found Mark, who had just got home, wearing just a pair of black boxer shorts. When Paul walked in, he did something pretty unusual for him: he blushed and covered up his crotch with his hands, then he hastily put on his pajamas. He and Paul had never wore pjs before, they always slept with their underwear, but Paul guessed that after what had happened between them that was the way it was going to be. He too was too embarrassed of being half naked with his roommate now.
So he quickly changed as well and they hopped in their respective beds without saying a word, and turned off the lights.
Paul was the one to break the embarrassing silence.
-So... What did you do all evening?- he asked.
-I've been fucking that Beyoncè chick. Turns out she's on the pill.- replied Mark –Great body. Nice, juicy ass and big boobs, just like I like them. How about you?-
-Just... You know... Been at home, with the family.-
-And all day?-
Paul didn't reply.
-Well, anyway, goodnight. I hope I'll see Beyoncè tomorrow. What a great fuck.-
Paul felt a weird sensation. Was it jealousy, maybe? No. What had happened between him and Mark was mistake, it hadn't meant anything, and they were both straight.
But if that were true, why couldn't Paul stop staring at Mark as he drifted to sleep, at his chests moving up and down regularly under the covers..
No. No. That was wrong. Paul turned the other way, and looked at the wall.
Soon after that, Mark was the one to turn to look at Paul. He didn't want to lose his best friend, an after what had happened between them, it surely felt like things would never be the same again.
When Chad got back to the house, his brothers were all already in bed and he went straight in his room, where Tom was snoring in his bed. As he got undressed, he noticed that Tom's hard cock had tented the sheets.
Chad smiled, deciding that the night wasn't over yet. Once he was naked, he got under the sheets and grabbed Tom's hard, big piece of meat and stroked it slowly. Tom's body tensed for a moment, but he didn't wake up, so Chad pushed off the sheets from Tom and started sucking him off.
-Oh... Ryan...- slurred Tom in his sleep as Chad engulfed his cock.
Chad stopped sucking him for a second. Ryan? Wow, this was interesting. Then he immediately took the cock back in his mouth, getting it as wet as he could.
Then he got on top of Tom, straddling him, and slowly started to sit on his dick. His hole was open because of the previous events, but it still took Chad sometime to fit the enormous cock inside him. Once it was all in, he started riding it. That's when Tom opened his eyes, sleepy but awake.
-What... What the...?- he asked, not really realizing completely what was going on. He just knew he was feeling really good.
-Ssssh.- Chad hushed him by putting his finger on Tom's lips as he kept bouncing on his dick. Tom just gave in and started thrusting up, impaling Chad further on his cock. Soon, they were both moaning and groaning as they fucked.
It wasn't long before Tom came for the third time that day inside Chad. As soon as that happened and his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep again.
Chad still had the softening cock inside him, and jerked himself off watching the sex-god under him until he finally came, and his cum splattered on Tom's chest and abs.
Finally satisfied, he fell asleep next to Tom, their bodies touching.
It had been one hell of a night.
To be continued...
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