In my final year at University it was a challenge to balance studying, meeting course requirements and working to cover the rent and bills.
Most of the time I managed to make it work holding good grades while operating on too much coffee and very little sleep, though eventually I found some of my courses slipping, with one in particular proving to be a concern.
My final economics module was essential to my degree, and as such the falling grades needed drastic attention.
An appointment was made with the supervising Professor to discuss the decline in grades and performance.
Professor Tom was a mid fifties Englishman, and head of the Economics faculty.
A life long batchelor, Tom was tall with a lean runners build and thinning grey hair.
He clearly prioritised taking care of himself and his physical appearance.
Tom was friendly and approachable and had an open door policy towards students that needed some faculty input, and seemed to have extra time for the young men on the course.
With this in mind I made a point of wearing a tight slim fit t-shirt, and some casual jeans.
The t-shirt showed off my lean toned body and the soft material felt great on my nipples, which had responded in kind.
Firm and noticeable in the mirror, as I made my way out the door.
I arrived at Tom's office and grabbed a seat opposite him, his desk separating the two of us.
We exchanged pleasantries and started to discuss the areas where I needed to improve, all the while I noticed Tom's eyes admiring my t shirt, and my firm nipples.
It looked like he was enjoying the view.
With a mountain of work for me to catch up we agreed to a timeline that was slightly late compared to my classmates, though would not see me being unduly penalised.
Though one in-class test was still overdue, and no practical chance to do it within school hours, Tom suggested I take the test the coming Saturday afternoon.
We fixed a time at 2pm, and I made my way out of the office.
Catching a glimpse of Tom checking me out from behind as I left the room.
Saturday morning arrived and I hadn't had the time to study.
I emailed Tom letting him know I wouldn't be able to make the test.
He replied inviting me to his apartment, to take the test in a more relaxed environment, stressing the mark needed to be recorded by the end of this coming weekend.
I noted his address and replied that I would be there before 2pm.
I decided to wear a nice tight t-shirt once again and some casual athletic shorts, a black jockstrap underneath visible through the thin white material of the shorts.
Arriving at Tom's we headed into the living area, where some papers were set out on the dining table.
I could see Tom checking out my ass, from the mirror reflection, and was sure that he could see my jockstrap outline as well.
Smiling to myself I asked Tom if he liked the view.
Initially caught off guard Tom was quick to reply that the view looked delicious, and he moved in behind me, reaching out to slowly rub his hand over my ass.
The thin material of the athletic shorts the only barrier between direct skin on skin contact.
I let out a light moan of approval as I pushed my ass back into Tom, taking his free hand I pulled it around to my chest, letting him explore my nipples, while his other hand was now firmly stroking my ass.
Tom started to lightly nibble my ear, his tongue exploring my neck as he gently sucked and bit his way around my neck.
This was instantly arousing and I could feel my cock straining against the jockstrap.
Tom's hand had slipped down to the waist of my shorts.
Pulling on the drawstring he soon pushed my shorts down, leaving me standing there in my jockstrap and t-shirt.
My naked ass now able to feel Tom's firm hand squeezing and caressing as his remaining hand pulled at my t-shirt.
Picking up on the hint I helped to pull my t-shirt off, now naked except for my jockstrap.
