“No please!!” I was shaking and tearing up.
He stopped and moved aside. He looked me in the eyes.
“Tyler, I do not want to do anything you don’t want.” He said in a calm but firm voice, his dick still fully erected pointing at me.
“Sir…” I whispered. I had no idea of what I wanted.
“Tyler, if you want me to fuck your ass, you will have to beg me.”
“Sir…” This needed to stop, this was too much. But his dick… His body… I was a slut… I knew that I was his slut.
“So, Tyler…. Do you want me to fuck your virgin asshole?”
“Yes, Sir….” I gave in.
“Beg me.”
I was still lying on the bed. I moved a bit, put my legs in the hair and spread my asshole, I looked right at him.
“I am begging you Daddy. Please fuck my virgin asshole!”
He slid his dick inside my ass a second later, while putting one hand around my throat and looking at me right in the eyes. It hurt like hell. I felt my ass popped. I was no longer a virgin.
“This is going to feel good in a bit, you have to relax, you have to let it in.”
I was semi crying and semi moaning, I did not know if this was hell or paradise. Probably both.
He took his dick out of my ass after only 3 back and fourths.
“I don’t use lube. Suck it some more. It needs to be wetter; it will be easier for you…”
The dick was coming straight from my ass…. I looked at him and then at his shaft. Should I taste my own ass?
“Yes, Sir.”
I sucked his dick, smelling my own anus on his cock. I tried to deepthroat him again. I gagged and tons of spit come out of me. There were tons of precum too. Daddy was excited! Again, I almost puked my coq au vin. I felt some cum pouring of my dick. It was my second orgasm of the night while not touching my cock.
When I felt like his dick was wet enough, I said:
“Sir, please fuck me with that big dick. I want to feel Daddy’s cock in my asshole again. A slut needs to be fucked! I am begging you Sir.”
This time, he turned me around, in doggystyle. He pushed his dick in, and took my virginity some more. I felt his dick deep inside of me, I was in a state of trance. I almost blacked out. He fucked me hard. I would remember my first time for the rest of my life.
We were playing for nearly 2 hours at this point and my dick was still hard despite the unintentional cumming, it almost hurt. He spat on my ass while fucking me. He started spanking me. I was losing any sense of reality. A French expression calls orgasms a “petite more” (a little death), I died a little that night.
At some point, a few minutes later, or maybe an hour later, I could not say, he pulled his dick out of my ass, made me kneel again and told me.
“Now, as promised, this is your dessert boy. Consider it an early Christmas present from the College’s board of professors.”
He unloaded a crazy amount of white thick cum on my face and then put his dick, which was still somehow cumming, in my throat. I swallowed part of it and let some slide down on the floor. He put his foot on my head, forcing me against the wooden floor to lick it.
Filth. This was pure filth. I loved it. I could barely see though as my eyes were covered in cum.
I cummed again, but this time, I was jerking off my own dick and the cum came pouring on the floor. He made me lick my own cum too, putting some on his toes.
After a while, professor Fletcher seemed satisfied. He ruffled my hair and said:
“Good boy Tyler. You are going to make some men very happy!”
I was coming back to Earth and I started to feel cold all of the sudden, shaking. My Professor’s sperm covering my entire face. I had his strong taste in my mouth.
My Master for the evening left his bedroom. I did not dare to move. Actually, I did not know If I could ever move again. I just lied there, on the floor, drenched in sweat, in cum, in spit. My asshole hurt.
He came back with something in his hand. I did not recognize it at first then he said:
“Look at me.”
I looked and I noticed a Polaroid camera, and then a bright flash.
I was still disoriented as I watched my own face full of cum coming out of the camera. He told me:
“Sign your name.”
I did not think it through. I took a pen he was handing to me and did sign. “Tyler Braxton”.
“Now, go take a shower. I will call you an Uber. I hope you enjoyed your first time.”
“Yes. This was…” I could not find the words.
“Good?” He asked.
“More than that.”
The reality was that it was life changing but saying it did not feel right. Probably the experience was not life changing for Professor Fletcher as he seemed very used to fuck guys, or rather sluts, like me.
I took a shower. I thought he would join me but he did not. When I returned to the living room, it was 1 am and he was wearing a bathrobe. I could have gone for round 2. He was naked underneath and I could see his flaccid cock popping out of it.
“Now Tyler, you know the rules. You are going to take this Uber to go back to Campus. You will never speak of this night. To anyone. And you will never address yourself to me, ever. As discussed, this was a one-time thing only.”
My heart broke a little.
I knew this was the rule but I had not fully realized that he would go actually through with that.
“Can I ask you a question?” I felt that there was no necessity for calling him Sir anymore.
“Yes?”
“Do you do that often?”
“Yes.”
And this was our last exchange. We never spoke again.
I went back to the dorms as the “end of semester” party was still going strong on the first floor. I was exhausted and went straight to room 203.
When I entered, I was surprised to see Austin there. Surprised but happy.
“I lost my virginity!” I shouted, excited. I did not what come over me but I had to share that.
Austin seemed surprised:
“What? You slept with Janice?”
Shit. I can be stupid sometimes. Why did I say that? Now he would want more details…
“No… I slept with… I slept with some girl but she does not want it to be known and… I don’t want to breach her trust… and… Man, I lost my virginity tonight!”
Austin smiled lightly, but it was not his usual smile. With my excitement of the night and then of seeing him, I had not noticed at first that something was wrong. But Austin had red yes.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked, concerned.
“Do you mind if I come back sleeping here?” He said almost whispering.
“Of course not! What’s going on?”
And just like that, he busted into tears. “Ashley made out with another guy during the party and I surprised them and…”
“WHAT? I mean… What? She was drunk? What happened? Which guy?”
“Who cares?!” He looked at me, miserable.
“Sorry bro…” I sat next to him on the bed.
“I broke up with her.” He said.
I took him in my arms and let him lay his face on my chest. He looked heart broken. He cried some more.
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