Professor Harlan Kane was 42, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper stubble and a cock that stayed half-hard through every lecture. Hed spent years ignoring the way his male students stared at his ass in those tight slacks. Tonight he wasnt ignoring it anymore.
Marcus, 22, senior, stayed behind after the last student left the empty lecture hall. Professor, I need extra help with that last assignment. His voice was low, eyes locked on Harlans crotch.
Harlan locked the door. On your knees. Now.
Marcus dropped fast, unzipped him, and hauled out the thick, veined cock already leaking. He licked the head once, then swallowed half the length in one greedy gulp. Harlan groaned, grabbed the kids hair, and fucked his mouth hard. Spit ran down Marcuss chin while he gagged and moaned around the shaft.
Fuck, thats it. Take it deeper, you little cocksucker. Harlan thrust until his balls slapped Marcuss chin. When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected them.
Marcus stood, shoved his jeans down, and bent over the desk. Fuck me, Professor. Ive jerked off thinking about this dick for months.
Harlan spat on his fingers, worked two into the tight hole, scissoring and stretching. Marcus pushed back, begging. More. Give me that cock.
Harlan lined up and drove in balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Marcus cried out, gripping the desk edge. Harlan didnt wait. He pounded him raw, hips slapping, the wet sound of fucking echoing off the walls. Every stroke bottomed out, stretching the hole wide around his thick shaft.
Goddamn, youre tight, Harlan growled. He reached under, grabbed Marcuss leaking cock, and stroked it in time with his thrusts. You gonna come on my dick like a filthy slut?
Marcus nodded, whimpering. Harlan angled deeper, nailing the prostate until Marcus shot hard across the desk, hole clenching and milking him. Harlan kept fucking through the spasms, then pulled out, spun Marcus around, and painted his tongue and lips with thick ropes of cum.
Swallow it, Harlan ordered. Marcus did, licking every drop.
They caught their breath against the desk. Harlans cock was already twitching again. Round two in my office. I want that ass on my couch.
Marcus grinned, wiped his mouth, and followed. The night was just starting.
