My first year in College – Chapter 12: An early Christmas present.
It was 8 pm and I was standing right outside my Constitutional Laws Professor’s house. What the fuck was I doing with my life? Was I really about to lose my virginity that night? Somehow, all of this felt unreal.
I knocked at the door, almost ready to be caught up by a group of camera men telling me this was just a prank and laughing at my confused face.
After maybe 20 seconds, Professor Fletcher opened the door. He was wearing a fancy suit as usual, but this time, 3 buttons were already opened letting me see his hairy muscular chest. This was not a joke then.
“So, you have decided to come Tyler.”
“Yes.” I replied, unsure if I should have run away.
“Do not tell me you have forgotten the first rule already?” He was speaking very firmly but had also a light smile under his bearded face.
“Yes, Sir.” I said insisted on the “Sir” to prove that I had learnt my lesson.
“Please come in”.
He let me in in his house. I was in a corridor lightly decorated, everything was pretty much in wood, there were some plants and a big painting. A painting of a male ass, which was contrasting with the old decorum of the room. I was shaking a bit but I had made my decision, I would go for it.
I entered a living room. It was very large and beautiful, a fire in the chimney was warming us — as if I needed any more heat – and some reddish lights gave a very particular vibe to the room. An erotic vibe.
“Sit.” Professor Fletcher said, or rather ordered. He could have spoken this way to a dog.
I obeyed and took a sit at the large dining table. He did not say another word and left the room. Maybe I was about to get killed? I had rarely been that nervous.
“I cooked some coq au vin” he said, coming back into the room with a very large plate.
“Some what?” I could not stop me from asking.
“Coq au vin. It is French and delicious. Just like the last boy I fucked.”
It was indeed delicious. We ate together in almost complete silent. He was on the other side of the large table and with the strange lighting of the room, I could hardly see his face.
I could have been in a party with my friends, of my own age, having fun… staying safe. And I was eating coq au vin with Mister Fletcher. An older man who had slapped me in the face, the very same day.
After a while, he spoke again.
“So, should we fuck now or do you want to eat some dessert first?”
I was again shocked by his words. I was so naive back then.
“I…” What was I supposed to say? Was there a right answer?
“Tyler, I asked you a question. Consent is very important to me. Should we fuck, now? Should we have some dessert instead? Or maybe, you want to go home?” He stood up.
“I… I don’t want to go home… Sir.”
He walked towards me and touched my neck with his long fingers. I was still sitting down.
“So, what will it be?” He moved his crotch near my shoulder and then pressed himself against me. “Sex or dessert?”
“Why not both Sir?” The excitement I was feeling had triumphed my nervousness. I could feel his dick, hard against my shoulder, I was getting hard myself. I could smell him. I wanted to touch him.
“You are greedy.” He said with a smile.
I did not reply.
“We can have sex first, that should help me getting out the dessert.” He moved my hand towards his crotch. This time, I grabbed his dick through his suit pants. Felt his balls.
“Mmmmm” I moaned inadvertently.
He slapped my hand.
“Not too fast boy.”
Did I make a mistake? Would that end here? No, this was too good.
“Sorry Sir” I looked above me to see his face, he was no longer smiling but did not seem mad either.
“As I told you, this will be a one-time only experience as I do not like to eat the same meal and fuck the same ass twice. Therefore, you should try to appreciate it.”
“Of course!” He slapped me. “Of course, Sir!” I corrected myself.
I could barely recognize myself. Did those words actually come from my mouth?
Professor Fletcher went towards the couches near the chimney and sat down in a large armchair. He put his feet – he was still wearing fancy black shoes – on the coffee table.
“Come to me.” He ordered. I stood up and walk towards him. “Now take off your clothes.”
I stopped.
I was not ready for that command.
I wanted to see him naked, but taking off my clothes in front of my Constitutional Laws Professor while he was staring at me. I felt too exposed. My insecurities were still very much present despite the nights spent barely naked or totally naked with Austin.
“I said take off your clothes.”
“I don’t think I can Sir.”
He seemed annoyed. Disappointed. He did not like resistance.
“Look boy, you are free to do what you want but either you obey me, either you go home.”
“It’s just… I’m a virgin and…” this word seemed triggering to Professor Fletcher as he got a little twitch and I could swear I saw his bulge moving. “And… this is a first for me… I’m not sure I’m comfortable being naked… Sir.” I added.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Do you want me to fuck your virgin ass?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Then shut up and get naked. Now.” He opened his zipper and got his dick and then his balls out of his pants. As I suspected, he did not wear any underwear. His cock was huge, scary, tempting. This was enough motivation: I took off my clothes. I was now in underwear standing before him. He could see that I was hard, that made him even harder.
“I said, take off your clothes.” He stared at my underwear.
I got this weird feeling again. What if all of this was a mockery, what if the whole College knew? What if, once I was fully naked, he would just laugh and send me home?
I looked at his big dick and hairy pecs and balls, again, it was sufficient to keep me going and remove my boxers. I had cleaned my ass before coming here, I did want to be fucked for the first time.
“Now get on your knees and crawl towards me.”
“Yes Sir.”
I was so vulnerable, he was in full control, in a weird way, it was reassuring. I crawled towards him, making sure to show off my ass.
“Take off my shoes.”
“Yes Sir.” I immediately obeyed.
“My socks too.”
I did, his feet were big. I noticed it the very first day of class and now they were 2 inches away from my eyes, from my lips, from my nose. I started to smell his right foot. It was purely instinctive. He did not comment. I sniffed the other foot. I thought about my brother and his foot fetish.
“Can I suck them, Sir?” I asked.
He smiled.
“Only if you do it right, bitch.” He put one of his feet on my cheek. I was his bitch indeed.
I started to lick his big toe and then sucked it. His toe only was already large. It tasted bad but that felt right. I got even more excited. I licked the other toes, then the other foot. I was now watching him in the eyes, almost daring him to slap me again as I was sucking on his toes.
“Take the whole thing in your mouth bitch, I told you to do this right.”
“Yes Sir” I said. I had some trouble to speak, his toes already in my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and tried to take his whole foot in, it was merely impossible. A tear started to come out my right eye. I tried to push myself and almost puked. “Sorry Sir, I think it’s too big.”