Book Money -- Chapter 2
I lay naked and wet on the bed, my breath slowly returning from my orgasm. Horror started to take over my thoughts as I realized that in the throws of orgasm the last thing I thought about was the Professor. I knew it had been a while since I had sex with my girlfriend, er, I mean ex-girlfriend or any girl for that matter, but not so desperate that I would need to have sex with a dude.
I used my shirt to wipe up the mess from my stomach the best I could. I walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. I looked up to see myself standing in the mirror some cum still hung on my dark pubes. As I looked at myself, I thought about how my girlfriend always said I had a hot body. I was always playing some kind of sports in high school or working out in the gym. I stood 5'10, not the tallest kid in school but not the shortest either. My hips were narrow, and my chest was solid. I had a dark hair at my pits and thick patch of pubes, but the rest of my body was mostly smooth.
Still examining myself in the mirror, my eyes trailed down my body over my abs, down over my pubes to my dick. Unlike the Professor's my dick bent down over my balls when it was soft. It had a thick head and when it got hard in my pants it caused a noticeable lump to form. During high school I constantly had to have a jacket or book in front of my pants to hide the large lump.
Without really thinking about it I ran my hand down over my body. I liked the way it felt as it ran over the smooth skin, sliding my hand lower till it rested on my pubes and then down to my semi soft cock. My fingers wrapped around the shaft and I gave myself an innocent tug. A bit of cum dripped from the head and I shuddered. I quickly pulled my hand away and jumped into the shower to rinse off then get some dinner.
After the long shower and the longer day, I decided to just stay in my room and watch some TV before bed. I could not get out of my head what had happened and the Professor's words "Looks like you liked it too" after seeing my erection in my pants. I did not like it I thought to myself. I did not want to do it, but I had no choice, or I could not afford the books. I told myself.
I struggled with what had happened and I decided that I was going to go back to the Professor's office and return the money. I was not going to take the money for the books. Not that way. I was going to tell him what I thought about him too.
I left the dorm room and headed towards the Professor's office determined to give the money back. As I walked, I passed the path that would take me to the bookstore and for a moment my mind considered it, but instead I continued on to the Professor's office.
I knocked on the door and waited. Soon the Professor opened the door. Immediately I felt a slight intimidation. "Hey Ryan, what a nice surprise. Come on in" he said stepping out of the way and letting me in. He closed the door behind me and walked to his desk. He leaned on it as he did the night before and my mind flashed on his cock hanging out of his pants.
My trembling hand reached into my jeans and I pulled out the cash he had paid me. "Here take this, I don't want it. I will earn the book money the honest way" I said lowering my head trying not to make eye contact. I heard a deep exhale from the Professor then some silence. "Ryan, you did earn the money" he said.
Was he serious, did he think that blowing a professor for cash was an honest way of making money? "You know Ryan, I actually think you liked it" he said with an air of confidence. My face flushed with anger and horror as his words registered. "No, I didn't" I shot back protesting. A grin came over his face that made annoyed me. "It was hard to miss that large mound in your pants while you were blowing me" he shot back calmly. "And you could have said no at any time, but you didn't, and honestly you did a really good job considering it was your first time." My first emotion to his words was embarrassment but I realized there was a weird feeling of pride for doing a good job.
We both stood in silence, my head still lowered not making eye contact. The Professor put his hand on my shoulder and I jumped a bit. "Ryan it's ok, relax. I understand this is new for you. I can help you" he said with a fatherly tone. "Help me? Help me with what? I asked with a bit of anger. I looked up at the Professor, but he was looking down. I realized my dick had swelled in my pants and he noticed.
I pulled back and started to back away from him. He came slowly towards me. "Ryan it's ok" he said softly as he started to approach. I continued backing up and encountered the wall. The Professor continued coming closer a lustful look on his face as he approached. I could feel sweat forming on my face as my breath became labored.
I could feel the heat coming off the Professor as he got closer. The masculine smell of his body filled my nose. He placed his hand on my chest as he closed in. "Ryan, relax" he said so softly I could barely hear him. His face came closer to me and I looked up into his face. He was moving in what felt like slow motion and then his lips brushed mine. I could feel the bristles of his beard and his lips for just a moment before I turned away. This did not stop the Professor, he moved his lips over my cheek and down my neck.
His lips were warm as he softly kissed my skin. I could feel the warmth of his tongue as he worked his way lower. His left hand reached up and unbuttoned my shirt and he worked his hand over my chest. His fingers made soft circles over one of my nipples and goosebumps formed on my body. His hand moved down my body over my abs and his mouth trailed down my neck into my shirt. I could feel his mouth and his tongue working down my neck into my shirt. I felt his beard trail over my bare skin and I felt his mouth as it covered my nipple.
I could not move. I could not pull myself away. It was as if I were watching this happening from outside my body. The professor's tongue darted out and circled my nipple. My cock was betraying me and snaking down my pant leg as he worked my body. I was so focused on his mouth on my nipple that it did not register immediately that his hand was on the front of my jeans unbuckling them.
Then I felt it; I felt his warm rough hand on my cock and I gasped. "Wow you have a great cock" I heard him say in a soft husky voice. I opened my eyes and looked down and sure enough my cock was rock hard in his hand. Seeing his hand wrapped around my cock sent excitement through my body. I could not deny it. He slowly started to jerk my cock and the feeling intensified beyond anything I had ever felt.
I closed my eyes and put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself. I could feel the firm muscles of his shoulder under the soft flannel shirt. Professor Murphey's hand knew exactly how to manipulate my cock and I hated him for it.
I could feel my body relaxing and my cock responded to his touch. I started to let out soft involuntary moans as he stroked my hard cock. Without thinking my moans got a bit louder and the Professor placed his hand over my mouth. He brought his lips near my ear. "Quiet Ryan we don't want anyone to hear us" he said softly. I opened my eyes and looked at him. There was a softness about him that I had not noticed before. An innocence that seemed genuine in spite of what he was doing to me.
"I am going to remove my hand" he said "you have to be quiet" he added. I looked at him and shook my head. He pulled his hand away from my mouth and it felt cold. I closed my eyes again and focused on my cock. The Professor pulled me closer to him as he jerked me off. He wrapped himself partially around me and hugged me close to him. I felt a sense of comfort and warmth come over me.
One hand continued stroking me while the other ran down my back and landed on my ass. I could feel him massaging my ass and manipulating my cock at the same time. Without much thought I started to thrust my cock forward into his hand. "Good boy" the Professor said in my ear providing me with encouragement to continue. He pulled me even closer to him and I could feel his lips on my cheek.
I started to fuck his hand driving the full force of my cock into his hand. I could feel my orgasm growing as I pushed and pulled my cock through his fingers. "Yeah boy. Fuck my hand" he said softly in my ear. The bristle of his beard tickling my ear and driving me crazy.
"I'm-getting-close" I sputtered softly, the Professor's lips inches from my face. I closed my eyes and arched my back and the Professor started to jerk my cock. I could feel it in my toes and my knees started to buckle a bit, but he held me in place.
I could feel the cum rising up in me, my body tensed, and the Professor knew how close I was and then just like that he stopped. I felt like I was falling as the orgasm passed slightly. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum and he just stopped. I started to slide my cock through his still hand, but he did not allow me to. "You want to cum Ryan" he whispered in my ear. I could not speak, I just shook my head. "Really bad" he asked teasing me. "Yes" I said.
He started to slowly move his hand on my cock as I closed my eyes and the feelings started to rise in me again. I could feel myself getting close again as he stroked my cock. I was lost in the feeling and it did not register at first that the Professor had put his lips on mine. I could feel his warm mouth on my lips, his beard brushed my face and his tongue gently probed my mouth.
I did not resist, I could not resist at that moment. Just as his kiss deepened and I could feel the intensity of it, my orgasm filled my body and my dick started to pull up. The professor pulled me to him and my cock erupted all over his pant leg. Blast after blast shot from my cock and my body was contorting from the intensity.
As my orgasm subsided the Professor continued to kiss me, but soon his lips trailed down over my chin, down my body over my chest and even lower to my cock. He took my wet, semi hard cock into his mouth and started to clean off the remnants of cum that clung to it. My dick slipped into his warm mouth and again I was covered in goosebumps. He started to slowly suck my semi hard dick as I looked down at him. I placed my hand on his head and ran my fingers through the soft dark hair.
As the throws of my orgasm started to subside, I was snapped back to reality and I pulled my cock out of his mouth and pulled away. I looked down to see him kneeling there with a hungry look on his face. I quickly pulled up my pants and started to stuff my cock back in my shorts. I buttoned my shirt quickly in an effort to get out of his office. The Professor rose to his feet a big blob of my cum on his pant leg and a bulge in his slacks.
Finally, I got myself put back together and I managed to get out of his office before he could say anything. I walked fast out of the building and headed back to my dorm room.
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