Book Money
Fiction by Greg Stevens
This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious.
Book Money -- Chapter 1
"Shit" I hissed under my breath walking out of the campus book store. My credit card was declined, and I still needed 2 books for my Economics class. This was turning out to be the worst month ever. I made the decision to transfer in my Junior year to an out-of-state college. This meant that I had to pay more for classes, boarding and books. I knew it was the right choice for my career even if it would be more difficult financially. To make matters even worse, my girlfriend of 4 years broke up with me 2 nights before I left for school saying that she thought we needed more space.
I was shaking my head and walking back to my dorm room trying to figure out where I could get the money for the books until I got a job. I couldn't ask my folks for the money as they had already given me all they had to get me started at the new school.
"Whoa" I heard the voice and looked up just before for walking into one of the teachers. "Sorry" I said looking up at the man. "What's going on? The man said sounding concerned. "Oh, nothing sir" I responded trying to just move on. "My name is Professor Murphey, but everyone calls me Murph" the man said extending his hand. "Ryan" I said as I shook his hand. Professor Murphey was about 6'1 with broad shoulders. He had reddish brown hair on his head and on his full, well-trimmed beard. If I had to guess I would say he was in his late 30's to early 40's. "Now what has you so distracted that you almost took me out" Murph said with a grin. "It's nothing really" I said not wanting to discuss my financial issues with a stranger.
"I may be able to help" he added. "You wouldn't know of anyone hiring on campus? I could use a job to help supplement my books etc." "Actually, I am looking for an assistant. I just moved into a new office and it's a mess. I have boxes that need to be sorted and put away. It's not much work but I could pay you for your time until you found something more regular." "That would be awesome, I can start right away" I added quickly.
Professor Murphy gave me his office info and I agreed to be there at 2pm. I ran back to my dorm room and changed into some work cloths, grabbed something to eat and headed towards his office. The office was in one of the older buildings which looked like something out of some old scary movie. Large dark bricks made up the façade with large windows. The side of the building had some ivy growing up the wall. I entered the building and was hit with the smell of an old building. Clean but definitely old smelling.
I made my way up to the professors office on the top floor. I knocked on the door and the Professor let me in. "Hey Ryan" he said welcoming me to the office. It was large with one wall of dark wood book shelves. Next to it was a large wooden desk with a couple chairs and on the opposite wall was a large well-worn leather sofa that looked perfect for taking a nap.
There were several boxes throughout the room that needed to be unpacked. "You can start with these boxes" he said pointing, and I got to work. It did not take me long and I had emptied all the boxes, broke down the boxes and hauled them to the recycling bin. By 4:30 I had completed the Professors tasks.
"Wow you are a fast worker" the Professor exclaimed as he came back into the room. "I am ready for more Professor Murphey" I said eagerly. "Please call me Murph" he said. "That was all I had for the day. I did not think it would move that quickly. Maybe I will have more tomorrow" I was shocked as I was really hoping to make enough money by the weekend to buy the books. "Oh ok" I said dejected. I started to walk towards the door.
"Ryan, please tell me what the problem is. I may be able to help" I knew I needed to talk to someone about it, but I just met this guy, however there was something kind about him. "I ran out of money and can't get my books from the book store. I was hoping to make enough to get them by this weekend" I said softly. "Ah I do understand that." Murph said kindly.
"I wish I could help, but that was all the work I had for the day." "I understand Sir. I am just sort of desperate. I would do anything at this point. I can't afford to fall behind" I said walking towards the door. I had my hand on the door when I heard Murph "Anything?" he asked softly. The questions sounded odd, but I needed the money. "Yes, sir anything" I turned to face the professor and eagerly walked back to where he leaned on the desk. Murph had a serious and slightly ominous look on his face.
I stood there just looking at him waiting for his explanation. "If you are serious about doing anything?" He said questioningly. "I could really use a blowjob" Did I hear that right? It felt as if I were in a weird dream sequence. I stood there silently waiting for it to make sense. A glint of a smile formed on his face.
"What?" I said a bit dumbfounded. "You heard me correctly Ryan" He said without hesitation. Again, I just stared at him in disbelief. "Look Ryan you need the money, I get that. I am willing to give you the money to buy the books you need. I am just asking for a bit of help" A bit of help? Was he crazy? I stood there in shock. "You can say no, and we can forget this conversation, or you can do as your asked and you get the books" he said calmly.
"I can't. I've never done that" I said as if I were actually considering it. "I will guide you and no one will ever know" the Professors hand rested near his crotch and I could see the outline of it growing in his pants. I had no choice, I needed the money. Failing the class would mean returning home and continuing at the local college.
The Professor must have sensed that I had no choice. He placed his hand gently on my shoulder. "I promise it won't hurt" he said, and I could feel him guiding me to my knees. I closed my eyes as I sunk to the carpeted floor my face inches from his crotch.
"Take it out Ryan" the Professor said firmly. Fuck, he wanted me to take it out too. I reached up with nervous fingers to his zipper. I sort of thought maybe this was a joke and he would stop me and laugh about it, but he didn't. I pulled the zipper down and just waited. "Take it out" he said, and with shaking hands I tried to reach in and find his cock but my fingers did not want to work. The Professor reached in and pulled his cock out.
Immediately I was hit with the musky smell of his cock. The semi hard cock was large and thick, and I could see some of the same reddish-brown color on the pubes that peaked out at the top. He took hgis cock and pulled it further out of his pants and gave it a quick stroke. He placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me to his cock. I did not move I was frozen in place. "I've never done this before" I said looking up at the Professor hoping he would tell me I didn't have to.
"Just take it slow" he said pulling me to his dick. I took it in my right hand and closed my eyes tight. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. I could feel the head touch my lips. It was soft and warm. "Open up" the Professor said almost demanding. I did as I was told, and he slipped his cock into my mouth. "Make sure you cover your teeth Ryan" he instructed. I covered my teeth with my lips and allowed the cock to go deeper into my mouth. The feeling was not terrible and if I did not think about what I was doing it wasn't unbearable.
"Ahh yeah Ryan that feels good" he whispered. I looked up and saw he was unbuttoning his shirt. Soft hair ran across the professors chest and down his abdomen. His body was in great shape and it surprised me how muscled and toned he looked under all his cloths.
I just held the cock in my mouth not doing anything to it. "Suck it Ryan" the professor said realizing I hadn't started sucking. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and then started to push it back in. He repeated this as his hands rested on my shoulders. I closed my eyes tight as he started to fuck my mouth. He was gentle, but I could still feel his dick swelling and moving in and out in faster rhythm.
The Professor started to moan as he continued his motions in and out of me. Then he took my right hand and brought it up to his chest. He grabbed my thumb and index finger and wrapped them around his left nipple indicating that I should pinch it. I did as he wanted without giving it much thought. The hairy nipple started to harden as I pinched and twisted it.
"Oh fuck yeah Ryan. Good man. That's amazing" he said. As he did a weird feeling came over me. Even weirder than blowing a guy for money. It was sort of a sense of pride. I felt like I was doing a good job and being recognized. I found myself focusing on the Professor's cock in my mouth. If I had to do this, I wanted to do it well. The professor panted harder and harder and his dick swelled in my mouth. I had to brace myself to keep from falling over as his thrusts became more intense. As I continued to work the Professor's nipple I could feel sweat forming on his chest.
The Professor started to grunt, and his body movements became more erratic as he continued using my mouth. A low, deep guttural sound came from the professor and without warning he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He wrapped his fingers around the base of the cock and stroked it one time. A white stream of cock shot past my face and landed on the floor. He stroked his cock and another stream landed as I watched is disbelief. I looked up to see the effect of the orgasm on the Professor's face and realized my fingers were still tight on his nipple. I allowed my hand to slip away. The Professor sputtered and stroked expelling the remainder of his cum.
I stood up and immediately felt sore from the time I spent on my knees. The Professor tucked his cock back into his pants and smiled at me. "Good job Ryan, you did great for a first time" he said. I just nodded and said nothing. "Looks like you liked it too" and a big grin came over his face. I was lost and confused. He placed his hand on my crotch and I realized I was rock hard in my jeans. I jumped back. "Um sorry Professor, I need to go" I said walking away. "Wait Ryan a deal is a deal" he said and went to his desk. He pulled the money out and handed it me. I counted it quickly. It was more than enough for the books I needed. "Thanks" I said awkwardly and left the office.
It was already getting dark out and the evening was getting cool. I wanted to head to the book store, but it was already closed, and my dick was still hard in my pants. I went back to me dorm room and stripped off my pants. Precum filled my boxer briefs and I pulled them down over my hard cock. I lay on the bed with my cock in my hand. Using the slick precum over the head of my cock. I closed my eyes to get the image of the professor out of my mind. I tried to focus on some porn I liked to stroke to, but my mind kept coming back to Murph's cock, and to the feeling of his hairy nipple under my fingers.
My eyes flashed open, but my hand did not stop moving up and down my shaft and before I could try to focus on something else, my cock unloaded all over my stomach.
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