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After Class Tutoring, Part 2
As I rode my bike on campus back to the dorm, I couldn't believe what had just happened to me! I had gone to visit my Shakespeare professor for some tutoring, and I had gotten one of the best blowjobs imaginable instead! And he said we'd have to meet again tomorrow to continue!
I was in a bit of a daze, but the feeling in my crotch was as real as it could be. Though my hard cock had just been in a hot mouth that had coaxed out a load of creamy freshman cum, it was still chubbed up as I pedaled. What a feeling! That guy sure knew what he was doing. I dreamily thought about tomorrow, even as I was just a few minutes past today.
I rode up to the bike racks at the dorm and locked up. As I walked in the door, I nearly ran in to a couple of guys leaving for class. I was distracted, still inside my head about what had just happened. I was lucky that no one else was on the elevator as I rode up to my floor. My gym shorts were still bulged out, and it would have been obvious to someone standing next to me on the elevator.
I got to the room, and my roommate was gone (per usual). I flopped down on the bed and put my hands behind my head. What the fuck! I had just gotten a blowjob. A really GOOD blowjob. From one of my professors! I still couldn't believe myself. I mentally relived the experience of feeling his lips on my cock and looking down to see his head bobbing up and down as he sucked me off. My "chub" went full-mast in seconds. I couldn't help myself. I pulled the front of my gym shorts down and started stroking. My cock was insatiable. It needed to cum again. It was my job to make that happen, and make it happen I did. Didn't take long either. Re-living that feeling wasn't difficult---it had been less than 30 minutes ago! And what a feeling... I felt my nuts tighten up as my next load prepared to squirt. And squirt it did! A pool of liquid cum filled my belly button as I finished this second round of satisfaction in less than an hour. I lazily reached over to a box of tissues right by the bed and pulled some out to clean up the mess. Wow! Who would have thought...
The rest of the evening I remained in a daze. I went to the cafeteria with guys from the hall, but don't remember much of the conversation over dinner. We came back to the dorm, and my roommate was still gone, so I decided to study in the room. What the heck...I may as well read some Shakespeare! "Twelfth Night" was next on our list, so I started reading the play... ("If music be the food of love, play on...") I still had difficulty following what was being said. It was like a poem that didn't rhyme. Occasionally, a line or two made sense, but I still didn't "get it." So I did what I wasn't supposed to do: I looked it up online to see what others said about it....something about twins, one masquerading as a boy...it's a comedy...someone is secretly in love with someone else who is in love with someone else...oh, lordy, I was still so confused! But I kept at it, taking notes, highlighting parts of the play that I didn't understand, writing notes about the parts I did. After a couple of focused hours, I was finished. Though I still wasn't sure of myself, I had put in some effort and had made more progress than I had before. Maybe that blowjob had motivated me!
I had to read a chapter in a psych text and then work some math homework problems, but I was done in about an hour. Those topics I understood. Why did I struggle so much with Shakespeare? Anyway, I kicked back on my bed, put on some headphones, and started listening to music. I must have fallen asleep, because I awoke at about 2AM. Though the light over my bed was still on, the rest of the room was dark. I looked over, and my roommate was asleep on the other side. I took off my headphones and crawled under the covers. My psych class wasn't until 10AM, and math was right after lunch. Then I had another meeting with my professor for Shakespeare tutoring in late afternoon. I sighed as I recalled the feeling of his lips over my cock. I started getting hard again as I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up about 8:30, my roommate was already gone. I went down the hall to shower. There were a couple of other guys in the gang shower rushing to get ready for class and we all simply acknowledge each other as we soaped and shampooed. I dried off, got into some fresh clothes, and headed out for a day of instruction, looking forward to my next tutoring session that afternoon. (DAMN! Just thinking about it made me hard. I'd have to managed this horny cock all day!)
I made it through psych, grabbed a burger at the student union for lunch, and got to math just as class was starting. The homework had been a cinch, and today's topic was elementary, so I mostly daydreamed during class, contemplating repeating the same feeling I had gotten yesterday. Luckily, I was in the back row, and no one noticed that my pants were bulging from these daydreaming thoughts.
When class was done, I still had a couple of hours before my scheduled tutoring, so I headed back to the dorm. I did my homework for the next math class, and read an article for my economics course. By now it was about 4 o'clock, and I figured I'd better head off to the other side of campus. I didn't want to be late, but I didn't want to be too early either! If another student was there, I didn't want to interrupt. Then I started to fantasize again. What if there was another student besides me? Was that student getting the same "tutoring" as me? I started to chub up again at the thought. That was complicated by the fact that I knew I would be changing back into gym shorts, so I had to pull my pants down. Somehow, I managed to change clothes, getting into something that would be easy to get off (just like I knew I'd be getting off again), and I headed down to my bicycle.
The ride across campus was made with great anticipation. It was mostly uphill, but I made sure to take it easy so I wasn't all sweaty and smelly when I got to the professor's office. Still, I got there a few minutes early, and decided to sit under a tree off to the side of the building to wait until my appointed time. Just a few minutes before I was scheduled to meet with my professor, I heard the door open, and I looked up. Again, I was off to the side, so out of sight. I heard the professor's voice as he encouraged one of his other students to study for the next quiz. When that student came into my view, I saw that it was one of my classmates, Rob. He lived in the same dorm as me, but on another floor. I wondered again if he had just gotten the same "attention" as I got, and the blood started to flow to my cock. I chuckled under my breath at the thought, and realized that the blood would be flowing to my cock very shortly, so just let it bulge up.
I waited for a few minutes before heading toward the door. I was still a couple of minutes early, but wanted to be respectful by not being late. I knocked, and soon the professor opened the door and welcomed me in.
"Did you do your reading last night?" he asked as he pointed to a chair at a work table. "Yes," I said as I pulled my notes out of my backpack and spread them on the table. The professor and I sat next to each other. I started exploring my thoughts and my questions about the play I had read. He listened intently, and then began going over the gaps in my understanding. He explained in a clear manner, and I began to think that maybe I'd "get" this Shakespeare stuff. There were still some aspects that didn't make sense, and I felt like a dummy continuing to ask about them. But the professor's love of Shakespeare was evident as he carefully explained all of the questions I had asked. Before I knew it, the better part of an hour had gone by. I had actually learned something! I kind of leaned back in my chair, proud that I had made some effort and actually pleased that things were beginning to make sense. The professor, sitting beside me, put his hand on my upper thigh. "Does it make better sense now?" he asked. "Yes, it does." I said. "My, you do have nice legs," he said as he rubbed the top of my thighs. I kind of slouched down in the chair, inviting his further touch. It didn't take long. From rubbing the top of my thigh to rubbing the bulge in my gym shorts took about ten seconds. I had started boning up the minute his hand was on my thigh, and by the time he put it on top of my crotch, I was rock hard. He rubbed and squeezed and "hmmmmm-ed" under his breath.
"Why don't we move over to the chair," he said. I got up and took the few steps over to the chair I had sat in yesterday. Before I could sit down, he turned me around by my shoulders so I was facing him. He squatted down in front of me and began to nuzzle my crotch through my gym shorts. I humped into his face as he did that. After about a minute of his nuzzling, he reached up and grabbed both my gym shorts and my briefs underneath and pulled them down. My hard cock came free, throbbing and pointing straight up toward the ceiling. The professor, now on his knees, began licking my balls over and over again as he rubbed the front of my legs and worked his hands up into my pubes. My knees were almost buckling as he sucked each of my balls into his mouth and gently worked on them. Then he put his fingers on the top side of my cock and pulled it down so that it was pointed directly at his mouth. He engulfed my cock with warm wetness and I moaned from the feeling. I couldn't help myself. I began rocking my hips, pushing into his mouth and then pulling back again, as if I was fucking his mouth. He grunted his approval as my cock hit the back of his throat, then took me all the way as he swallowed me completely. The tight feeling was incredible! I continued to buck my hips into his mouth. I looked down and saw tears rolling down his face as I pummeled his mouth. He reached up and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me into him. I put my hands of the back of his head as I continued to pump. My knees were bent and I was thrusting upward into his warm mouth, his lips tight around my cock and his throat milking my shaft. Then he pulled himself off of my, my rock-hard cock bobbing and throbbing in the air.
"Sit down," he said, and he eased me backward into the chair. "Sit on the edge." I sat there with my cock pointed up and my balls hanging over the edge of the chair. He resumed his position on his knees in front of me. He reached on hand under my balls and began fondling them while his mouth attached itself to my cock and swallowed me once again. In this position I wasn't able to fuck his mouth, but I didn't need to. He simply took me all the way in, then eased back off, then took me all the way in, then eased off. When he eased off, he looked up to me while holding on to my cock and said "cum in my mouth." I moaned my assent. He swallowed me once again all the way. I could feel my cock deep in his throat, swollen thickly at the sweet feeling being administered. It didn't take long before I started shaking and squirming as he sucked on me. "Ohhhhhhh....." I moaned. His grunts echoed my own feelings. My moans got louder as he continued to suck and rub me. Then I was bucking up off the edge of the chair as I came closer and closer to the edge. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" I cried out as I plunged my cock deep into his throat. Volley after volley of cum shot out of my cock deep into his throat. He held me tight in his throat while my cock spasmed. When he finally unplugged my cock from deep in his throat, it came out with a "plop." I was overcome by the pleasure, and he gently eased me back into the chair. As I sat there, my eyes half closed from the pleasure, he continued to lick my still throbbing cock to make sure he got every drop of teen cum.
He sat on his knees in between my legs, rubbing the inside of my thighs as my orgasm waned. But my cock was still rock hard. "Did you like that as much as I did?" he asked me. I could only moan a "yes." We stayed in that position for about a minute. My cock was still throbbing from the feeling. "You look like you are ready for more," he said while looking straight at my still-rock-hard cock. I kind of chuckled and said, "who wouldn't want that pleasure to last longer?" and smiled.
"Beat it for me," he said. I was at first surprised, but realized that maybe I could go for another round. "Beat it for me," he whispered again. He took my hand and placed it on my still throbbing cock. I looked down at him as I began stroking myself. His eyes were fixated on my cock. As I stroked myself I began to squirm in the chair. This wouldn't take long! I was amazed at my ability to work myself so quickly toward a second, almost immediate orgasm. As my stroking got faster, my own guttural moans gave an indication that I was getting closer and closer to my second cum. Just before I hit the point of no return, the professor removed my hand and swallowed my cock, once again taking me all the way down into his throat. I couldn't hold back. For the second time in just a few minutes, I unloaded my teen cum into his throat. My moans of ecstasy filled the room. (Good thing there wasn't anyone else around, or they would have heard!) As I began to come down from this second cumshot and my cock began to soften, he let it out of my mouth, but continued to lick the tip so that he got every drop of my spunk. Then, as he did the first time, he grabbed some tissues and gently patted my crotch, drying off any mess. As my cock softened into its post-orgasmic rest, he rubbed his hands through my pubes again and said "you are such a stud!" I smiled through my bliss.
There I sat, completely naked in the chair, my professor still on his knees in between my legs. Interestingly, he was still fully-clothed. At no time did he get his own cock out. He simply put all of his effort into maximizing my pleasure. After a couple of minutes, I began to "come to," and he reached for my briefs and gym shorts and handed them to me. He stood up as I began to slip on my clothes. "I think today was a successful session," he said matter-of-factly. "Continue to read and think about what we discussed today, and I'd like you to stop by next Monday. I think by the time of our quiz next Friday, you'll be ready. Does that work for your schedule?" I looked directly at him, my eagerness showing through my eyes. "You mean I get the weekend off?" I asked with a smile. He laughed and said, "I'll be working here some during the weekend. If you see my car parked outside, you are welcome to check in and let me know how your studying is going! Otherwise, I'll see you on Monday."
We smiled at each other as he patted my ass and we headed toward the door.
"Thanks so much for your help," I said. "I learned a lot."
"You are more than welcome," he replied. "I want you to love Shakespeare as much as I do."
"I hope I do too!" I said.
"We'll keep trying until you do," he smiled back.
Then I was out the door and gone.