This Had Better Not Happen

Zack, Or This Had Better Not Happen

I started to get a hard on in the car this morning thinking about Zack. I thought I had better write out my fantasy so that this won't happen. I've never done anything sexual with a current student. Now, former students are fair game though!

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I'm not sure when it happened but I have developed a crush on one of my students. I think it was because of how masculine he is as well as handsome as well as tall and dark. Grin. He has long hair that he often ties back. That is usually a turn off for me, but not with him. His Ÿber masculinity overcomes what is for me a feminine thing. I'm tall at 6'1, but he's a bit taller. He's thinner than I am and minus my barrel chest, but he has good muscularity and is defined. I certainly noticed that when he stripped down to an old tee shirt! (Reminder to self, be sure and leave the AC in the classroom turned off.) His beautiful face and dark blue eyes that can sparkle with mischievous humor certainly turn me on. The fact that he's a bit older than my normal student adds to his charm as well. He's also smart and well-spoken and quite respectful. Yeah, I'm smitten.

The weather has been abnormally sucky for here this month and, sure enough, the Univ. closed early again due to ice and snow.

Here's what I imagined happening this afternoon and eveningÉ

My phone buzzed. A new text message. "The University will close at 3 PM this afternoon." Well, that was now. There was more text about staying safe and driving carefully, but that was the key part. I was halfway through my class and announced this to the students. We all then trooped to the windows and looked out. Damn it. The U. had waited too long to close. The snow was coming down hard and sticking everywhere. I knew the traffic to get off campus had to already be building up. We'd had a similar storm strike a couple of weeks ago. I was lucky I didn't teach that day and was safe and warm at my house. However, I had colleagues stuck on campus for as long as two nights since the cold didn't let up and the ice melt until then. Since the U. is gated and campus is hilly with only two exits, the inevitable accidents had managed to close both of them very quickly. I suddenly had an image of sleeping in my office in my clothes. Well, at least the U. would feed us in the cafeteria and I did have a couch in the office. I guess I said this aloud to my class since there was a general sigh of understanding.

I dismissed the class and told the students to be careful walking across campus to their dorms. They all left fairly quickly, wishing me well at spending the night in my office, except for one student, who lingered behind after the rest of the class had left to face the elements.

I had just been erasing the chalkboard (yes, we still use those in my building) and was a bit startled to turn around and see Zack waiting to talk to me. If you read the introduction, you know what he looks like and my interest in him. I was surprised to see him stay behind, but couldn't deny I was pleased he had. I just raised my eyebrows and waited for him to speak.

He smiled suddenly, and it was as if the sun suddenly shone! He has a great smile that really lights up his handsome face. I had to smile back at him in return. I couldn't help it. His smile is just that great.

"Hey Doc", he said. (Yeah that's what calls me. I don't mind. In fact I find it endearing, just like everything else about him. Grin again.) "Doc, I was thinking that spending the night in your office doesn't sound like a lot of fun."

I had turned back to finish wiping the board and answered, "No, Zack, it doesn't. But I've slept in a lot of worse places over the years than my office. I'll survive", I said with a slight chuckle.

But he had more to say. He chuckled back at me. "I guess that makes sense, after hearing you talk in class about some of the places you've been. But even soÉI was thinking that I have an apartment just off campus, which is pretty empty tonight since my roommate is off at a debating tournament." He looked out the window. "Pretty obvious he's not getting back tonight." He then looked back at me. I was already starting to get excited about what he was probably going to say next and already working on not showing my excitement either! "Well, I've got food, a bed, and a hot shower there if you'd rather spend the night there than here." Would I rather? Um, it was all I could do to not scream out, `yes'! Still, time to stay cool, calm, and professorial. "Um", I said. "That sounds pretty nice to a stranded old professor." He laughed at me then and said, "You're not old, at least not to your students. In fact, behind your back they sometimes compliment you and call you a combination of Superman and Indiana Jones with all of your foreign travel and the stuff you've done." I blushed then and asked, "Really?" He blushed a little, too (oh man was that cute!) and said, "You didn't know?" "No" I answered. But he was continuing to talk. "And even though you're dressed down for the snow and ice", he said pointing to my jeans, running shoes and an (intentionally?) tight long-sleeved tee shirt that showed off my chest, "You're still not going to be that comfortable." He thought for a minute and then appraised my body (he did what?). "Actually, since we're almost the same size, I probably have some extra clothes you can wear, too."

Oh man. I couldn't believe he just said that. I have a secret fetish for wearing other guy's clothes, especially their underwear. And the thought of wearing Zack's clothes, and probably his underwear, too, almost made me lose it right there and then in my classroom. All I could say was pretty lame. I said, "Well, I'm a bit bigger than you here", pointing to my chest, trying to ignore my suddenly hard nipples that were tenting it out, "and I'm a bit shorter than you, too." He smiled again and my heart beat faster. "Well, we can try some out. I've still got some shorter jeans from when I was shorter and some bigger shirts I wear loose in the summer." The thought of his naked chest, framed by a loose shirt unbuttoned made my mouth suddenly go dry. Time to change the subject. "Um", I said again, "Sounds like a deal. Let me pack up and I'll be very glad to accept your hospitality. Thank you very much, Zack." I reached over to shake his hand in thanks. He grabbed my hand in his very masculine grip. Was it my imagination or did he seem reluctant to let my hand go? He eventually did and said, "Sure thing, Doc. Happy to help out one of my favorite profs." This time I did blush big time. He saw that and chuckled before saying, "You know, you really are modest at times. I guess I hadn't understood that about you before." I nodded and smiled but really had nothing to add. I guess he was right, too.

We walked across campus in silence. I only had a jacket on since I was used to much colder temperatures when I used to teach in much colder parts of the U.S. Zack noticed this and gave me a fraternal hug and held me a bit close to him and his winter coat. Frankly, I didn't need his support but couldn't resist it either. It really wasn't that cold as far as I was concerned. But being close to his body was very nice. Not possible to say no, too, with no reason. Thankful for that excuse. After that we continued on. However at one point when he was walking ahead of me he raised his arms to knock down some snow from a tree limb and exposed his fine jean-clad ass, I lost control a bit and acted impulsively. I gathered enough new snow and threw a big snowball at his ass. He laughed and gathered enough snow to throw a snowball back at me. We had a great snowball fight and finally tackled each other in the snow and acted like kids wrestling in the snow, laughing and whooping and just enjoying the unexpected snow. We both seemed to enjoy rolling around body to body. Hmm?

Even despite this diversion we were soon at his apartment. He smiled at me again when we arrived and he unlocked the doors and let me into the apartment. He immediately turned the heat way up. Why, I wondered? We quickly stripped off our external garments. I didn't have much to take off, but Zack stripped down to a tight short-sleeved white tee shirt that showed off his masculine chest. I have to admit to enjoying the view. Zack then looked at both of us and we noticed the same thing. Yeah, we were both sort of bedraggled from melting snow. Our coats and jackets had kept our upper bodies dry but our jeans, socks, and shoes were wet from wrestling each other in the snow. He said, "I think the first order is a hot shower." I had to agree. He led me across the small apartment to the bathroom, shared by both guys. Each guy had his own bedroom, it appeared, but not bathroom. He then said, "Why don't you take the first shower? I'll find some of my clothes for you to wear and I'll wash your clothes so you can wear them tomorrow." I nodded, impressed by his practicality and a little turned on by his washing my clothes, too. He looked at me again, appraising me once again. "I don't think any of my jeans will fit you, but I have some workout shorts that should." He noted the question in my expression and laughed. "Yeah, that's why I turned up the heat. We'll pretend it's summer and hang out in shorts and tees." I smiled at him big time. This day continued to get better and better! He went into the bathroom. He gave me a towel and showed me where the soap and shampoo was. He turned on the shower, adjusted it, and then turned to leave. "I'll leave the clothes on my bed. Just throw your wet clothes in the hamper in my room. I'll start the washing machine and warm up supper while you shower and then take my turn." He then left me alone and went into the kitchen.

I was vaguely disappointed but also relieved that he hadn't stayed to see me strip naked, which I did immediately. I threw my wet clothes into the indicated laundry hamper and closed the door to the bathroom after me. The shower was wonderfully relaxing. I tried not to take too much time, knowing Zack also needed a shower, but did enjoy getting clean and fresh. I soon finished up, turned the shower off, and dried myself off. I strode brazenly naked into his bedroom. There was the promised clothing. There was a loose, sleeveless tee, a pair of baggy workout shorts, and a pair of very skimpy briefs. Question answered. Zack was not a boxer guy! It was already hot in the apartment. The heat worked well it seemed. I picked up the pair of briefs off of Zack's bed and put them on. They were white with a red racing stripe and quite small and tight. I noticed he had a big mirror on the opposite wall and looked at my reflection. Hmm, I thought, you can tell I wear my cock to the right and that I'm cut! I wasn't fully hard by any means, but the shower, the heat in the apartment, and wearing Zack's underwear had me plump up. While I was admiring myself, Zack chose that moment to enter the bedroom! Caught red handed! Oh well.

Zack totally ignored my embarrassment and started to strip right in front of me. He apologized while stripping, saying "Sorry about the small briefs, Doc. All of my normal underwear is dirty. I was going to do laundry today anyway. I don't normally wear these any more. I just keep these for memory's sake." Soon all he had on were briefs, too. He pointed down at his slightly swollen pouch, matching mine, and said "I normally wear this kind now". I nodded, not trusting my voice, as I admired his nearly naked young man's body. Wow, was he fine! His long legs were highlighted by his slightly tented briefs and he even had a slightly hairy chest, that his hard nipples stuck out from. Another of my fetishes is hairy chests on younger guys. OMG! I was desperately trying to stay calm, cool, and collected. He probably noticed since he gave me a nice smile, turned his back to me, stripped off his underwear, showing off a beautiful ass, threw the underwear into the hamper and went into the bathroom for his shower.

It was all I could do not to drool as I listened to the sound of the shower. I hurriedly dressed the rest of the way and did a quick fifty pushups to calm down. I mean I had an entire evening and night to get through with this incredibly hot guy I couldn't touch. I was grateful for the loose shorts since my cock refused to go all the way down. I went into the living room, sat on the short couch, and pretended to read a magazine lying on the coffee table. Zack soon finished up and entered the living room dressed like me, presumably with a bigger pair of briefs, though. Grin. I admired his naked arms and biceps as he came into the room, too. He sat down right next to me on the small couch and started pointing out articles in the magazine. He was so close to me that our naked arms and legs would touch at times. He even threw an arm over my naked shoulder a couple of times to emphasize something he was saying. This closeness had an inevitable impact down below. I went almost fully hard and was once again glad about the loose shorts!

I was relieved when he got up to warm up dinner, a spinach quiche he had bought from the store as well as some good baguette and butter. Even some brie cheese. Very nice and unexpected. He then smiled a devilish grin and brought out a box of very decent red wine. He laughed at my expression and said, "One more reason to live off campus, Doc!"

He kept filling my glass as we chatted very amiably about the U., students we both knew, and faculty we both knew, too. He had me laughing from his shrewd observations and we even clinked glasses when he scored with one of his comments. We were seated on one side of the small card table that served as his dining room table in the small living room. From time to time our nearly naked legs would rub together as we shifted to talk to each other or to help ourselves to more food or wine. Between the wine, the heat, and our rubbing legs, my cock continued to stay partially hard. From time to time I had to adjust it in the too small briefs, when it got too uncomfortable. I tried to do this unobtrusively but I'm sure Zack noticed. I mean, how could he not?

After dinner and ice cream, we adjourned back to the couch and sat together, again very close together. We continued to sip our wine and talked more.

Suddenly Zack grimaced and said, "Hey Doc, I'm really sore from wrestling with you. Would you mind massaging my back a bit?" He then took off his shirt and turned his back to me. His muscular back and shoulders were gleaming under the lamplight with a slight coating of sweat. I gulped a bit, not sure about touching his nakedness. However, I reasoned, if I had caused the problem, I should be part of the solution, too.

I hesitantly touched him and started to rub his shoulders, neck, and upper back. He soon interrupted. "C'mon Doc. You can massage me harder than that! I won't break. Use some of your muscle." Well, he asked for it. I leaned in closer to him and was able to get a better angle and went to work on him for real. I was now so close to him I wondered if he could feel my breath on his neck? He started to give out low moans as I kneaded his sore muscles. I could feel the knots in his back unwind and visibly see the tension leave his body. I must have done a good job because not too long after I started he announced it was my turn. Well, why not? I stripped off my shirt and turned my back to him. It was now my turn to moan as he did an expert job on my sweaty back and shoulders, too. Damn, if the boy was this good at massaging a back I wondered how his hands would feel elsewhere? That was all it took for me to go totally hard. The too tight briefs now made me hurt down there and I couldn't help but yelp a bit. He stopped and it was obvious he wondered if he had hurt me. I started to explain but didn't know how. I finally just said that I had to go to the bathroom after all of the wine. I got up slowly and carefully. I kept my crotch facing away from him and made my way into the bathroom. There I happily stripped naked and then put only the loose shorts back on and dropped the offending briefs in the hamper. My still pretty hard cock was now somewhat visible as it swung loose in the shorts, but that couldn't be helped. Damn if I was going to put those boy briefs back on!

I tried to be nonchalant as I rejoined Zack on the couch. However, he must have seen my cock swinging in the silky white shorts and put two and two together. He smirked and said, "I should have realized those briefs weren't going to work." He then surprised me again. He said, "Doc, I usually like to swing loose like you are, too. In fact when Joe's gone I usually am bare ass." And with that he took off his shorts and briefs and stood proudly before me totally naked! And damn if his cock wasn't as pretty as the rest of him. It was mostly hard. Looked like it would be over 7 inches, fully hard. It stood straight out from his hard abs and his balls were tight underneath it. It was not too thick, but beautifully shaped. I couldn't help but admire it. He seemed to like my admiration and then he said, "Well, Doc, don't stand on ceremonies." He then grabbed my loose shorts and pulled them down! My 8 inch thick cock with a big mushroom head jumped out from the shorts and smacked my gut before sticking straight out, too. "Damn, Doc" he said, "You're hung!" Without asking he reached over and grabbed my cock and started jacking me off! Before I could register my shock and surprise he put one of my hands on his cock and started making me jack him off, too! Still without asking, he led me by my hard cock into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. He quickly straddled me in a sixty-nine position and took my cock in his mouth and pushed his into my gaping mouth, too!

Well, damn again. If I thought the boy was good with his hands, he was even better with his mouth! Most guys have a problem with my oversized cock. Not Zack. He sucked me like a pro and even deep throated me! Talk about talented! While still not knowing what the hell was going on, I returned the favor and did as well as I could on his beautiful cock. Hell, he even tasted good. His pre-cum was delicious.

At this point I knew what we were doing was wrong and it violated all kinds of rules, but my cock and Zack's cock won the day. I had lusted after him all semester long and I finally had his naked male muscular beauty in the sack. I was sucking the cock I had lusted after as he displayed himself in my classroom and my own big cock was getting the best attention it had ever gotten! Rules hell. I went back to sucking him with renewed vigor, determined to give him as good oral as he was giving me.

Then he surprised me again and one of his hands started playing with my ass. He smacked my cheeks playfully a couple of times and then made me gasp around his cock and he stuck a finger up my hole! His cock throbbed in my mouth as he registered my surprise. He released my cock from his mouth and said, "Yeah, Doc, I'm going to have some of that ass. You've got one of the sexiest asses on campus. I've been wanting it since you first came into your classroom wearing those tight black jeans. I had to start wearing loose pants to hide my erections, watching you erase the board! However I'm gonna have this big Doc cock up me, too." Well, despite myself I had to laugh at "Doc cock". My laughter made him laugh, too. He swung around and came up to face me. His handsome face was next to mine. He pulled me into his arms so that our hairy chests and nipples were rubbing together and our cocks were leaking together, too. He took my face in his hands, holding it and asked, "Tell me you haven't been lusting after me all semester. I've seen the expression in your eyes when you look at me, when you think I can't see you. Tell me the truth, Doc."

"The full truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, Zack, is that I think you're as hot as hell and incredibly sexy. But you're also very smart, funny, and a great guy to be with. You're the total package, man." But then I looked at him and asked, "But you really wanted me, too? I thought I had seen something like that when you were looking at me, but figured I was imagining it." He barked out a short laugh and exclaimed, "You gotta be kidding. Most of the women and half the men on campus would sell their souls to be where I am right now! You are so fucking modest!" And to prove his point, he suddenly kissed me hard and stuck his tongue deep inside and started dueling with mine. His hands roamed south and started tweaking my hard nipples, making me moan with desire. I matched his passion and kissed him back as hard as I could and also played with his nipples. I could feel our cocks rubbing pre-cum together, too. Our hands soon left our nipples for our butts and holes. All of the sensations were just too much.

I pushed him away suddenly and said, "Fuck me please, Zack. Fuck me now!" He grinned evilly and said, "Only if you fuck me later, Doc." "You got it, man", I panted. He leered. "You better bet I will!"

Within seconds he was lubed up. Where had the lube come from? He placed me on my side, holding on to me by my erection and slowly started to enter me from behind. He gave me a sudden slap on my butt. That made me relax my hole in surprise and he was suddenly all the way in me! Damn, he felt good in me. Not too thick and not too long, just right for me! "Fuck Doc", he said. "You feel amazing. You're even better than I imagined." "Fuck me Zack", I said. "Fuck me hard. Fuck the cum out of me". "Oh no", he said, "You're fucking me before you cum Doc." "I've got more than one cum for you tonight", I said. "Me, too", he answered. "I've waited way too long for this!" And we that he started to fuck me. He started slowly, despite my asking him to fuck me hard. But soon he found his rhythm and he was slamming me as hard as he could, pushing me across the bed. I kept pushing back against him, loving his steely hard rod filling me up and hitting my love button as he went in and out of me. He felt so damn good in me. He was kneading and loving my whole body with his hands, too, kissing me from behind at times, and paying special attention to my nipples and balls. And then suddenly he let me go and left my butt.

"Oh no you don't", he said. "You're not cumming yet." And before I knew it he was lubing up my super hard cock and then sitting down on it! "Fuck you're big, Doc", he said. "I've never had anyone as big as you up my butt." "Are you ok?" I asked anxiously. "Fantastic, big boy", he answered and proved his point by finally opening up completely and sliding his butt down my cock all the way to my balls. "Let me do the work at first", he said. "Then I want you to give it to me as hard as you can. I love it rough, too."

I could tell when it was time to play rough when his grunts changed to moans of pleasure. I then let him have it. I slammed his butt as hard as I could with my huge cock! I skewered him as he bounced up and down with his erection swinging wildly, hitting his legs and his gut as he started to yell with pleasure. "God damn, Doc. God Damn, you're so fucking good. Fuck me man. Fuck me, fuck me fuck me" he yelled almost incoherently. It was all I could do not to cum as rode me like a cowboy, his beautiful body skewered onto my oversized cock.

We were now sweaty messes as the overheated apartment resounded to the smacking of naked flesh as I pounded him senseless. His eyes rolled up in his head even as he just kept saying, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck".

But then he suddenly came back to his senses after minutes of being out of it. He bolted off my cock, moved us both back into a sixty-nine position as quickly as he could and said breathlessly, "Cum for me, Doc. Cum in my mouth. Fill me up with your cum man!" Well hell yeah! That last bit of dirty talk did the trick. I felt the cum boil up from my overcharged balls, thrust up my long fuck stick, and then finally blast into Zack's hot mouth! I yelled out my delight as I came buckets into him. One burst, another, another, another, and another. I felt as if my entire body was emptying into him. And just as I finally started to come down from the unbelievable high he burst into me, screaming out just as much as I did! Fuck he had buckets, too! I swallowed as fast as I could, but some cum escaped despite my efforts.

When we were both finally done, he scooted up to put his face beside mine. "Hey Doc", he said, "You're cummy." I laughed and said, "You're cummy, too, Zack". We then licked the cum off of each other's faces and deep kissed, sharing each other's cum as if it were nectar. Actually, it was. Zack's cum tasted just as good as his pre-cum and I liked the taste of my cum, too.

We finally released each other and just looked into each other's eyes. "Wow, you're amazing", Zack said. "I was going to say the same thing" I answered. "So, was it as good for you as it was for me?" he joked. "Better" I teased. He laughed and mock punched me. I punched him back. In a few seconds our play fight had degenerated into a tickle fight, with both of us going after the other. Laughing hysterically, we finally stopped, panting and out of breath. Zack then pushed up on his elbow and looked at my sprawling naked body. He remarked, "Um, you know what wrestling leads to, don't you?" "What?" I asked. "Your cock up my ass!" "Or your cock up my ass?" I asked. "Whatever" he joked. "Whenever" I joked. "As long as it's often" he smiled. "Like now?" I laughed. "Doc, you're a dirty old man" he smirked. "Don't you ever forget it," I said. I took his face in my hands and kissed him and let my hands explore his beautiful masculine nakedness. "Don't start something you can't finish," he teased. "I won't", I answered and started to stroke both of us back to hardness. "Round two?" he asked. "Round two of many", I answered with a leer. "Promises, promises?" he asked. "Promises are meant to be kept", I answered, "And fulfilled". And I did. And he did. A few years later we said, "I do". And we are still living happily forever after.

Fin.