Your interest is at the core of a writer's purpose...
The story ~~~
There'd been a call from an old friend. She was Dean of Natural Sciences at our local University and had an emergency of sorts. Her only Professor of Zoology had been notified that he'd been tentatively diagnosed with a form of colon cancer and the poor guy had to be placed in the hospital for testing and evaluation. He'd put them off a week but immediate testing diagnosis was required for treatment if necessary.
It had been a whim on her part, to call me when I'd accepted the call. In fact it had been a whim that the application had ever been completed when she'd sent it to me. To her it was an emergency but to me it was an added burden because I'd just been given the heaviest load of classes I'd had in a few years.
My degrees in Zoology had been the trigger. The Dean and I had history in University and received our PhD's together although her's wasn't Zoology related. We'd met in library one evening and were both cramming to complete our theses. We'd even proofed each other thesis and out friendship had lasted. She'd gone into University work and progressed rapidly while I'd gone into High School teaching. She'd remembered my thesis and thought it would fit perfectly in the advanced class her professor had been about to start that semester. The class had already been offered and had about fifteen advanced students already accepted.
After reluctantly accepting the offer to act as temporary until the guy had been diagnosed and he knew what was happening I'd agreed to read the poor guy's lesson plans and syllabus with his notes. It promised to be a good course with texts already selected and would give me a chance to refresh my own knowledge. I'd been rethinking my interest in High School teaching and after studying some of the salaries and benefits senior professors received in University I thought this course might be what I needed to congeal my thinking.
Perhaps it should be made clear that as a High School instructor I'm quite conservative and both my manner of dress and my attitude necessarily reflect this conservatism outwardly. Inwardly it's slightly different and yet my personal life is devoid of these stronger interests. I'd had very few dates or opportunities with the opposite gender. At first I'd convinced myself it was because of the dedication I'd brought to advancing myself in preparation for my life's work. I'd never had time to socialize. Now I realized that I'd never developed any of those social and personal skills yet the yearnings had been growing steadily. I was over thirty that year and my chances seemed to be diminishing.
Perhaps I'd thought this might be my chance to meet some interesting College Professor and see where it led and find out if I'm the least attractive to men.
It seemed at the moment that I'd have accepted a date, and allowed any man to get all he needed, to let me learn and develop my own ability. In today's vernacular I guess that meant I'm horny.
I showed up early and studied my class list of students and tried to learn their names without having seen any of them yet. I rehearsed my opening remarks and duties and then went to class. Apparently there wasn't a class immediately ahead of mine in the room and so I went in early. I put my name on the large blackboard and a brief note indicating their actual instructor would be gone for a few weeks and was undergoing medical tests. Finally I referred them to their syllabus, required reading and class expectations.
One of the first orders of business was approval of their intended Doctoral Thesis and I gave them our list of requirements and intended goal. Lastly I listed the dates they were required to meet me with their input and for my approval.
Two people came into class as I was finishing and when my introduction started ten minutes later the entire class was in their seats.
I'd decided to dress far more casually that first night and more provocatively in case I noticed a professor checking me out.
In the first seats at front of the classroom were five students that ranged in age from a probably nineteen very young for such an advanced degree to perhaps twenty five of twenty six.
One in particular caught my interest and I guessed him to be somewhere in the middle of the range at possibly twenty one or twenty two. He was very studious and dedicated as he took notes on everything written and said. I was impressed but something else impressed me even more. I was lecturing from a platform and every time I approached the forward edge of the platform more than a foot higher than the remainder of the classroom it seemed my shorter skirt caught his interest.
After my second approach and almost as a test of my effect on him I noticed his hand travel below the desktop to his crotch. That's when I first noticed it but it wasn't my last interest in it.
He had an obvious erection and it appeared to extend half-way to his knee. I thought I'd never seen anything like it in any guy I'd passed before.
I continued standing at that edge lecturing and tried surreptitiously to study my effect. Did he have something in his pocket? It didn't seem so and his hand continued stroking it through the pants absently even without looking up. He seemed embarrassed when he saw me glance downward. If it was real perhaps he should have been embarrassed I thought and continued my lecture.
The next class I'd vowed to continue my study and when he came into the room I found no rise at all in his pants but I'd worn an even more interesting outfit for any male who might appreciate.
The lesson plan called for me to provide the class with a short description of procreation of animals and while I was lecturing I again approached front of the platform and almost immediately his trousers sprang upward and the slacks he was wearing were of a thin fabric that left little to my imagination. For a moment I had to ask the class where I'd been in my lecture because the sight of that outline through his trousers had completely disarmed me. I was embarrassed but made a mental note that it had to be the largest male penis that I'd ever seen that close.
By the fourth week and only days until they were required to have my approval, on topic and intent, most of the class had already been in the office to see me except him and one other female student sitting in the back of the class. He still occupied the same front seat. I'd learned quickly that his name was Charles and he was least a head taller than any other student in the class and one of the tallest in the University.
I'd finished lecture and returned to the office ten minutes earlier and was reading from a reference a student had given me when I heard a knock at the door.
I turned and it was him with the same bull's erection I'd seen so many times before. I wondered if he even knew it was so obvious.
I invited him and asked him to close the door. All subject discussions on a student's thesis were highly confidential and as the door closed the lock set automatically. Getting out of the office was a matter of turning the knob but nobody could enter from outside except with a key when it was closed.
He nervously introduced himself but I didn't ask him to sit yet because I enjoyed being at a height closer and line-of-sight to my other interest. I asked what he needed and he explained quickly he was there to seek approval.
I asked what his selected subject was and how he intended to treat it and I did it without a thought because I'd already done it so many times and besides my interest was elsewhere as I studied that amazing cock from a much closer vantage point.
