Date: Fri, 01 May 2020 21:19:13 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: After Class Tutoring Part 2

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After Class Tutoring, Part 2

As I rode my bike on campus back to the dorm, I couldn't believe what had
just happened to me! I had gone to visit my Shakespeare professor for some
tutoring, and I had gotten one of the best blowjobs imaginable instead! And
he said we'd have to meet again tomorrow to continue!

I was in a bit of a daze, but the feeling in my crotch was as real as it
could be. Though my hard cock had just been in a hot mouth that had coaxed
out a load of creamy freshman cum, it was still chubbed up as I
pedaled. What a feeling! That guy sure knew what he was doing. I dreamily
thought about tomorrow, even as I was just a few minutes past today.

I rode up to the bike racks at the dorm and locked up. As I walked in the
door, I nearly ran in to a couple of guys leaving for class. I was
distracted, still inside my head about what had just happened. I was lucky
that no one else was on the elevator as I rode up to my floor. My gym
shorts were still bulged out, and it would have been obvious to someone
standing next to me on the elevator.

I got to the room, and my roommate was gone (per usual). I flopped down on
the bed and put my hands behind my head. What the fuck! I had just gotten a
blowjob. A really GOOD blowjob. From one of my professors! I still couldn't
believe myself. I mentally relived the experience of feeling his lips on my
cock and looking down to see his head bobbing up and down as he sucked me
off. My "chub" went full-mast in seconds. I couldn't help myself. I pulled
the front of my gym shorts down and started stroking. My cock was
insatiable. It needed to cum again. It was my job to make that happen, and
make it happen I did. Didn't take long either. Re-living that feeling
wasn't difficult---it had been less than 30 minutes ago! And what a
feeling... I felt my nuts tighten up as my next load prepared to
squirt. And squirt it did! A pool of liquid cum filled my belly button as I
finished this second round of satisfaction in less than an hour. I lazily
reached over to a box of tissues right by the bed and pulled some out to
clean up the mess. Wow! Who would have thought...

The rest of the evening I remained in a daze. I went to the cafeteria with
guys from the hall, but don't remember much of the conversation over
dinner. We came back to the dorm, and my roommate was still gone, so I
decided to study in the room. What the heck...I may as well read some
Shakespeare! "Twelfth Night" was next on our list, so I started reading the
play... ("If music be the food of love, play on...") I still had difficulty
following what was being said. It was like a poem that didn't
rhyme. Occasionally, a line or two made sense, but I still didn't "get it."
So I did what I wasn't supposed to do: I looked it up online to see what
others said about it....something about twins, one masquerading as a
boy...it's a comedy...someone is secretly in love with someone else who is
in love with someone else...oh, lordy, I was still so confused! But I kept
at it, taking notes, highlighting parts of the play that I didn't
understand, writing notes about the parts I did. After a couple of focused
hours, I was finished. Though I still wasn't sure of myself, I had put in
some effort and had made more progress than I had before. Maybe that
blowjob had motivated me!

I had to read a chapter in a psych text and then work some math homework
problems, but I was done in about an hour. Those topics I understood. Why
did I struggle so much with Shakespeare? Anyway, I kicked back on my bed,
put on some headphones, and started listening to music. I must have fallen
asleep, because I awoke at about 2AM. Though the light over my bed was
still on, the rest of the room was dark. I looked over, and my roommate was
asleep on the other side. I took off my headphones and crawled under the
covers. My psych class wasn't until 10AM, and math was right after
lunch. Then I had another meeting with my professor for Shakespeare
tutoring in late afternoon. I sighed as I recalled the feeling of his lips
over my cock. I started getting hard again as I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up about 8:30, my roommate was already gone. I went down the
hall to shower. There were a couple of other guys in the gang shower
rushing to get ready for class and we all simply acknowledge each other as
we soaped and shampooed. I dried off, got into some fresh clothes, and
headed out for a day of instruction, looking forward to my next tutoring
session that afternoon. (DAMN! Just thinking about it made me hard. I'd
have to managed this horny cock all day!)

I made it through psych, grabbed a burger at the student union for lunch,
and got to math just as class was starting. The homework had been a cinch,
and today's topic was elementary, so I mostly daydreamed during class,
contemplating repeating the same feeling I had gotten yesterday. Luckily, I
was in the back row, and no one noticed that my pants were bulging from
these daydreaming thoughts.

When class was done, I still had a couple of hours before my scheduled
tutoring, so I headed back to the dorm. I did my homework for the next math
class, and read an article for my economics course. By now it was about 4
o'clock, and I figured I'd better head off to the other side of campus. I
didn't want to be late, but I didn't want to be too early either! If
another student was there, I didn't want to interrupt. Then I started to
fantasize again. What if there was another student besides me? Was that
student getting the same "tutoring" as me? I started to chub up again at
the thought. That was complicated by the fact that I knew I would be
changing back into gym shorts, so I had to pull my pants down. Somehow, I
managed to change clothes, getting into something that would be easy to get
off (just like I knew I'd be getting off again), and I headed down to my
bicycle.

The ride across campus was made with great anticipation. It was mostly
uphill, but I made sure to take it easy so I wasn't all sweaty and smelly
when I got to the professor's office. Still, I got there a few minutes
early, and decided to sit under a tree off to the side of the building to
wait until my appointed time. Just a few minutes before I was scheduled to
meet with my professor, I heard the door open, and I looked up. Again, I
was off to the side, so out of sight. I heard the professor's voice as he
encouraged one of his other students to study for the next quiz. When that
student came into my view, I saw that it was one of my classmates, Rob. He
lived in the same dorm as me, but on another floor. I wondered again if he
had just gotten the same "attention" as I got, and the blood started to
flow to my cock. I chuckled under my breath at the thought, and realized
that the blood would be flowing to my cock very shortly, so just let it
bulge up.

I waited for a few minutes before heading toward the door. I was still a
couple of minutes early, but wanted to be respectful by not being late. I
knocked, and soon the professor opened the door and welcomed me in.

"Did you do your reading last night?" he asked as he pointed to a chair at
a work table. "Yes," I said as I pulled my notes out of my backpack and
spread them on the table. The professor and I sat next to each other. I
started exploring my thoughts and my questions about the play I had
read. He listened intently, and then began going over the gaps in my
understanding. He explained in a clear manner, and I began to think that
maybe I'd "get" this Shakespeare stuff. There were still some aspects that
didn't make sense, and I felt like a dummy continuing to ask about
them. But the professor's love of Shakespeare was evident as he carefully
explained all of the questions I had asked. Before I knew it, the better
part of an hour had gone by. I had actually learned something! I kind of
leaned back in my chair, proud that I had made some effort and actually
pleased that things were beginning to make sense. The professor, sitting
beside me, put his hand on my upper thigh. "Does it make better sense now?"
he asked. "Yes, it does." I said. "My, you do have nice legs," he said as
he rubbed the top of my thighs. I kind of slouched down in the chair,
inviting his further touch. It didn't take long. From rubbing the top of my
thigh to rubbing the bulge in my gym shorts took about ten seconds. I had
started boning up the minute his hand was on my thigh, and by the time he
put it on top of my crotch, I was rock hard. He rubbed and squeezed and
"hmmmmm-ed" under his breath.

"Why don't we move over to the chair," he said. I got up and took the few
steps over to the chair I had sat in yesterday. Before I could sit down, he
turned me around by my shoulders so I was facing him. He squatted down in
front of me and began to nuzzle my crotch through my gym shorts. I humped
into his face as he did that. After about a minute of his nuzzling, he
reached up and grabbed both my gym shorts and my briefs underneath and
pulled them down. My hard cock came free, throbbing and pointing straight
up toward the ceiling. The professor, now on his knees, began licking my
balls over and over again as he rubbed the front of my legs and worked his
hands up into my pubes. My knees were almost buckling as he sucked each of
my balls into his mouth and gently worked on them. Then he put his fingers
on the top side of my cock and pulled it down so that it was pointed
directly at his mouth. He engulfed my cock with warm wetness and I moaned
from the feeling. I couldn't help myself. I began rocking my hips, pushing
into his mouth and then pulling back again, as if I was fucking his
mouth. He grunted his approval as my cock hit the back of his throat, then
took me all the way as he swallowed me completely. The tight feeling was
incredible! I continued to buck my hips into his mouth. I looked down and
saw tears rolling down his face as I pummeled his mouth. He reached up and
grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me into him. I put my hands of the back of
his head as I continued to pump. My knees were bent and I was thrusting
upward into his warm mouth, his lips tight around my cock and his throat
milking my shaft. Then he pulled himself off of my, my rock-hard cock
bobbing and throbbing in the air.

"Sit down," he said, and he eased me backward into the chair. "Sit on the
edge." I sat there with my cock pointed up and my balls hanging over the
edge of the chair. He resumed his position on his knees in front of me. He
reached on hand under my balls and began fondling them while his mouth
attached itself to my cock and swallowed me once again. In this position I
wasn't able to fuck his mouth, but I didn't need to. He simply took me all
the way in, then eased back off, then took me all the way in, then eased
off. When he eased off, he looked up to me while holding on to my cock and
said "cum in my mouth." I moaned my assent. He swallowed me once again all
the way. I could feel my cock deep in his throat, swollen thickly at the
sweet feeling being administered. It didn't take long before I started
shaking and squirming as he sucked on me. "Ohhhhhhh....." I moaned. His
grunts echoed my own feelings. My moans got louder as he continued to suck
and rub me. Then I was bucking up off the edge of the chair as I came
closer and closer to the edge. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" I cried out as
I plunged my cock deep into his throat. Volley after volley of cum shot out
of my cock deep into his throat. He held me tight in his throat while my
cock spasmed.  When he finally unplugged my cock from deep in his throat,
it came out with a "plop." I was overcome by the pleasure, and he gently
eased me back into the chair. As I sat there, my eyes half closed from the
pleasure, he continued to lick my still throbbing cock to make sure he got
every drop of teen cum.

He sat on his knees in between my legs, rubbing the inside of my thighs as
my orgasm waned. But my cock was still rock hard. "Did you like that as
much as I did?" he asked me. I could only moan a "yes." We stayed in that
position for about a minute. My cock was still throbbing from the
feeling. "You look like you are ready for more," he said while looking
straight at my still-rock-hard cock. I kind of chuckled and said, "who
wouldn't want that pleasure to last longer?" and smiled.

"Beat it for me," he said. I was at first surprised, but realized that
maybe I could go for another round. "Beat it for me," he whispered
again. He took my hand and placed it on my still throbbing cock. I looked
down at him as I began stroking myself. His eyes were fixated on my
cock. As I stroked myself I began to squirm in the chair. This wouldn't
take long! I was amazed at my ability to work myself so quickly toward a
second, almost immediate orgasm. As my stroking got faster, my own guttural
moans gave an indication that I was getting closer and closer to my second
cum. Just before I hit the point of no return, the professor removed my
hand and swallowed my cock, once again taking me all the way down into his
throat. I couldn't hold back. For the second time in just a few minutes, I
unloaded my teen cum into his throat. My moans of ecstasy filled the
room. (Good thing there wasn't anyone else around, or they would have
heard!) As I began to come down from this second cumshot and my cock began
to soften, he let it out of my mouth, but continued to lick the tip so that
he got every drop of my spunk. Then, as he did the first time, he grabbed
some tissues and gently patted my crotch, drying off any mess. As my cock
softened into its post-orgasmic rest, he rubbed his hands through my pubes
again and said "you are such a stud!" I smiled through my bliss.

There I sat, completely naked in the chair, my professor still on his knees
in between my legs. Interestingly, he was still fully-clothed. At no time
did he get his own cock out. He simply put all of his effort into
maximizing my pleasure. After a couple of minutes, I began to "come to,"
and he reached for my briefs and gym shorts and handed them to me. He stood
up as I began to slip on my clothes. "I think today was a successful
session," he said matter-of-factly. "Continue to read and think about what
we discussed today, and I'd like you to stop by next Monday. I think by the
time of our quiz next Friday, you'll be ready. Does that work for your
schedule?" I looked directly at him, my eagerness showing through my
eyes. "You mean I get the weekend off?" I asked with a smile. He laughed
and said, "I'll be working here some during the weekend. If you see my car
parked outside, you are welcome to check in and let me know how your
studying is going! Otherwise, I'll see you on Monday."

We smiled at each other as he patted my ass and we headed toward the door.

"Thanks so much for your help," I said. "I learned a lot."

"You are more than welcome," he replied. "I want you to love Shakespeare as
much as I do."

"I hope I do too!" I said.

"We'll keep trying until you do," he smiled back.

Then I was out the door and gone.