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My name is Leo, 24, phd student at Upenn. I'm mixed, quite average in height and not quite average elsewhere. I work out regularly and I'm skinny lean. This is a story about an on going sexual tension between me and my professor Mr. Smalls.
Mr Smalls is well built man in his 40s and has been my professor for the last two weeks. I noticed his chest the first time I met him no matter how hard he tries to hide everything going on underneath his cardigans and flannel. I find him incredibly cute. He is exactly my type. Totally masc body but a fem vibe.
On Friday Mr. Smalls invited all of his phd students to his apartments to start working on our respective assignments. His house has an extensive library and I've heard from a few students that he let's al of his students come and go as they please almost like a community space. So I tagged along my friend Astrid.
My first mission was to confirm if he's gay or straight. That cleared itself as soon as I entered his house and looked around his coffee table for 2mins. A copy of how we fight for our lives by Saaed was full of bookmarks along with a few other lgbtq authors. He's gay, if not gay then definitely bi. He asked us to get comfortable and make ourselves at home. I couldn't help but notice him maintain eye contact with me as he said it. Ofcourse I could've been ,asking it up but that smile turned me on so much.
I must warn you,I have the dirtiest fantasies and messed up definitions of last and love. I want to own him and his ass. I want to see his juicy pink lips wrapped around my fat cock and look into his blue eyes as I fuck his throat. I want to do things to him he is ashamed of admitting he likes. Welcome to my mind and it's delusions
Days went by and I started spending a lot of time hanging out at Mr Smalls house after college. The house would get almost empty by midnight and that's when he'd throw us all out politely
One day I was on the one seater sofa making notes listening to a recording of lectures and he came and asked me if I needed anything
(He was in purple nike shorts that are meant for tennis players which hugged his muscular ass so well and a basic polo tee. It was a strange combo but fuck if I care, that ass looked so good)
I said yes although I didn't need his help. He sat on the armrest and leaned ahead as he helped me.
I thought to myself "my baby is horny" I could see him arching his back, something that he generally didn't do much. It was clearly a tease. How could I know for sure?
As he was done he said "I'm going to go check the oven, hope you got it from here, you're a bright boy" and he squeezed my forearm as he got up from the armchair.
I got up from there and followed him to kitchen "lemme help you with that Mr smalls" As I stood next to him in the kitchen I noticed our size difference. He was around 6ft tall and I'm a skinny short boy but I know what I'm packing and how to use it to make him mine. I could imagine pounding his ass with my 9inch cock right there and then on the kitchen counter. I was previously told I'm a beast in bed and Mr Smalls was driving me crazy. I want to fuck him till he can't take me and then fuck him some more.
i helped him in kitchen while he gave me pointers on my work, as we were talking he by mistake dropped a spoon. Mr smalls bent down to pick it up and thats when i saw his olive green thong squeezed right between his butt cheeks. It was as if the entire thing was happening in slo mo. i felt the bulge in my pants grow a little as all i could think of was spanking him my bitch. But today was not the day, it was too soon to make my move. I quick said " i should better get home, have early class tomorrow" and almost ran out of there.
As soon as i got home i whipped my dick out and masturbated thinking about Mr smalls.
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phew i came a lot, a big mess but thats besides the point. Now im going to come up with a plan to approach Mr smalls without spooking him. Im his student after all and that arm squeeze wasnt enough of a sign to approach him directly.
to be continued...
(Disclaimer: Everything you read here is a work of fiction. The video is of Yonex Carlton. It is to supplement the imagination. I generally write for myself in notes app but this is more convenient. Feel free to give any input, im not that serious. Sorry about the typos)
Mr Smalls is well built man in his 40s and has been my professor for the last two weeks. I noticed his chest the first time I met him no matter how hard he tries to hide everything going on underneath his cardigans and flannel. I find him incredibly cute. He is exactly my type. Totally masc body but a fem vibe.
On Friday Mr. Smalls invited all of his phd students to his apartments to start working on our respective assignments. His house has an extensive library and I've heard from a few students that he let's al of his students come and go as they please almost like a community space. So I tagged along my friend Astrid.
My first mission was to confirm if he's gay or straight. That cleared itself as soon as I entered his house and looked around his coffee table for 2mins. A copy of how we fight for our lives by Saaed was full of bookmarks along with a few other lgbtq authors. He's gay, if not gay then definitely bi. He asked us to get comfortable and make ourselves at home. I couldn't help but notice him maintain eye contact with me as he said it. Ofcourse I could've been ,asking it up but that smile turned me on so much.
I must warn you,I have the dirtiest fantasies and messed up definitions of last and love. I want to own him and his ass. I want to see his juicy pink lips wrapped around my fat cock and look into his blue eyes as I fuck his throat. I want to do things to him he is ashamed of admitting he likes. Welcome to my mind and it's delusions
Days went by and I started spending a lot of time hanging out at Mr Smalls house after college. The house would get almost empty by midnight and that's when he'd throw us all out politely
One day I was on the one seater sofa making notes listening to a recording of lectures and he came and asked me if I needed anything
(He was in purple nike shorts that are meant for tennis players which hugged his muscular ass so well and a basic polo tee. It was a strange combo but fuck if I care, that ass looked so good)
I said yes although I didn't need his help. He sat on the armrest and leaned ahead as he helped me.
I thought to myself "my baby is horny" I could see him arching his back, something that he generally didn't do much. It was clearly a tease. How could I know for sure?
As he was done he said "I'm going to go check the oven, hope you got it from here, you're a bright boy" and he squeezed my forearm as he got up from the armchair.
I got up from there and followed him to kitchen "lemme help you with that Mr smalls" As I stood next to him in the kitchen I noticed our size difference. He was around 6ft tall and I'm a skinny short boy but I know what I'm packing and how to use it to make him mine. I could imagine pounding his ass with my 9inch cock right there and then on the kitchen counter. I was previously told I'm a beast in bed and Mr Smalls was driving me crazy. I want to fuck him till he can't take me and then fuck him some more.
i helped him in kitchen while he gave me pointers on my work, as we were talking he by mistake dropped a spoon. Mr smalls bent down to pick it up and thats when i saw his olive green thong squeezed right between his butt cheeks. It was as if the entire thing was happening in slo mo. i felt the bulge in my pants grow a little as all i could think of was spanking him my bitch. But today was not the day, it was too soon to make my move. I quick said " i should better get home, have early class tomorrow" and almost ran out of there.
As soon as i got home i whipped my dick out and masturbated thinking about Mr smalls.
phew i came a lot, a big mess but thats besides the point. Now im going to come up with a plan to approach Mr smalls without spooking him. Im his student after all and that arm squeeze wasnt enough of a sign to approach him directly.
to be continued...
(Disclaimer: Everything you read here is a work of fiction. The video is of Yonex Carlton. It is to supplement the imagination. I generally write for myself in notes app but this is more convenient. Feel free to give any input, im not that serious. Sorry about the typos)
