"Aaron, buddy, we've already gone too far down the rabbit hole. We need to stop this."
"I don't want to stop this. I've never felt this good," he said. I nuzzled his neck and his ear. I felt my cock sliding against his butt.
"I want nothing more than to fuck your tight little virgin hole," I growled.
He groaned. "I want you to, so bad," he said, grabbing my forearms with his hands. "I want you to fuck me, daddy." He ground his ass back against the shaft of my cock.
"Tonight, then," I said. I let go of him, and stood up. He turned around and kissed me. I stuffed my achingly hard cock back into my pants. I crouched and grabbed his shorts and underwear, which were bunched around his ankles, pulled them up to his waist. I gave his cock a few more strokes and then pulled his shorts up over it. He fastened his belt, and we kissed again.
"I'll get what we need," I said, pushing myself away from him. I zipped up my pants. "I need to get out of here before I fuck you raw." I walked across the room to get my bag, my phone, and my keys. I went back to kiss him one more time. I put my hands up under his shirt, groping his chest, then pushed my hands down his back, under his shorts to squeeze his ass. He grabbed at my crotch, started pull my zipper down again, but I pushed his hand away. I forced myself to move away from him. I left him standing there, in the kitchen.
I went to the garage and got into the Prius. I took the car to work so that I could drive to the neighboring town after the seminar to pick up condoms and lube. The last thing I needed was to run into a colleague at the local pharmacy while I was holding a pack of Trojans. It felt like my subconscious was moving five steps ahead of my brain, which was exploding in bright fireworks.
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My intro class was a disaster. Under normal circumstances, I could give any of the intro anthropology lectures from memory, backwards or forwards, but today I could barely form a coherent sentence. My whole body felt like it was buzzing. A student would ask a question and I realized I hadn't heard a word they said. I ended class ten minutes early, and my students looked around at each other, surprised. I went back to my office and shut the door. I dropped and did twenty push-ups in an attempt to knock the airy, fuzzy feeling out of my head. When I stood up again, I almost passed out. I slumped in my chair and looked at the clock. It was only eleven. It was going to be a long day.
The minutes ticked by, each one more interminable than the last. I remember nothing of the meetings I attended that afternoon. The seminar speaker was a job candidate for the sociology department. I was officially an outside observer for their job search, otherwise I would have skipped it. By the second slide, I knew that we'd never hire this kid, his entire PhD was based in a framework that had recently fallen out favor across the social sciences. What was worse, he didn't seem to know it, the poor schmuck. Academia is fickle. Tack the wrong way and — poof — there goes your career, even before you knew it was dead. The talk was excruciating. Afterward, I saw the sociology chair beelining for me, so I ducked out quickly and pretty much ran to the stairwell. I did not need to get sucked into a twenty minute conversation about their shit show of a job search right now. I made it out of the building, and back to my car, unmolested.
Forty minutes later, I pulled into my garage, along with a small plastic bag of materials required to fuck the daylights out of my twenty-year-old student. When I entered the hall from the garage, I smelled something delicious cooking.
Aaron was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. When he saw me, he dropped the knife and came running over, jumped up and hugged me. I hugged him back, and then we were kissing, pawing at each other. His hair was damp and he smelled freshly showered. He pushed my jacket off my shoulders and partway down my arms and pulled at my tie.
"Whoa, Aaron," I said. "Hold your horses, let me put this stuff down first." I dropped the bag and my keys onto the island and shucked my jacket off, then pulled off my tie. "What are you cooking?"
"I made lasagna," he said, smiling. "I found a bunch of amazing stuff in your pantry."
I almost said, well, Tom is a master chef, but I stopped myself. I didn't want to bring the specter of Tom into the room. Honestly, I hadn't thought about him all day.
"I'm impressed," I said. "I didn't know you could cook."
"I cook a lot at home," he said. "Well, cooked. Past tense."
"How are you feeling, Aaron, about all that?" I asked.
"Trying not to think about it. Easy enough, today. I've been... somewhat distracted." He smiled at me, and I felt my heart soar. He said, "I'm making a salad, too. I think there's about twenty minutes left on the lasagna." He moved to go back to the cutting board, but I scooped him up in my arms, kissed him deeply.
"I love lasagna," I said. "I could eat lasagna all day, every day."
He kissed me back, and I carried him to the living room and threw him down onto the couch. He laughed, and then stripped his T-shirt off. I fell onto him and pushed his arms back, over his head, kissing his biceps, his armpit, his neck, and then worked my lips down his thin, immaculate body. He pressed his pelvis up against my chest and I felt the arc of his rigid cock through his pants.
"Take off your shirt, daddy," he said, laughing. I sat up and unbuttoned a few of my buttons and then pulled my shirt off, over my head.
"Grr," Aaron said. He grabbed at my hairy chest. Then he pushed his shorts down. I saw his cock bulging out in his briefs. I pulled his shorts off him, grabbed his briefs and pulled them off, too. I pulled his socks off, and then there he was, completely naked in front of me, as he had been the night before. I looked at his body, marveling at its beauty. I bent to kiss him everywhere, his chest, his hips, his stomach, his thighs. I was overtaken by the need to devour every inch of him. He thrust his dick against my beard and I took him into my mouth, sucking him, rolling my tongue on the underside of his dickhead and shaft.
I reached under him and lifted him up. He was so light that I was able to lift his crotch all the way to my face as I sat up on the couch. He hooked his legs around my shoulders, so that he was basically riding my face, his cock in my mouth, with his hands braced against the wall.
"Oh my god," he said, and I felt him thrust into my throat. My hands were on his ass, encouraging him to pump himself harder and harder into my face. I pushed my fingers up between his butt cheeks, feeling for his hole. I felt it pucker under my touch. I pressed on it with my middle fingers and then tugged gently at the at the skin around it. I heard him whimper with pleasure. He ground himself harder into me. I felt his weight of his balls on my chin and beard. This was all a dream come true.
I grabbed his hips pulled him out of my mouth. He slid down to sit on my belly, and he bent to kiss me. I looked up at him and felt my heart expand, dangerously full with feelings of affection, caring, desire. I stroked his thighs, ran my hands up and felt the mounds of his ass, the curvature of his lower back. His body felt as beautiful as it looked, all the glances at him that I stole when he was sitting in class, sitting in my office, walking in the hallway.
Now here he was, naked, perched on top of me, his hard dick pointed at my face. He reached around behind him to feel the hardness of my cock in my pants. I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling my hand press against my own soft belly as I stroked him. I ran my thumb over the tip of his cock, felt a wet slickness. He leaned down to kiss me again, sandwiching my hand and his cock between our two bodies. My other hand was presses into the cleft of his ass, probing his hole, massaging it with my fingertips.
"What next,?" Aaron said, gazing into my eyes. His hand was squeezing my cock through my pants.
"I want your hole, bud," I said. "I want you to sit on my face."
He looked a bit shocked. "Really?" he said.
"Trust me," I said.
"OK... Um, how should I...?"
I swiveled to lie down on the couch, and I lifted him up over my head. His legs were splayed out as I maneuvered him into position. I saw that my upper arms were just about equal in size to his thighs, maybe even a little thicker, and this fired me all the way up. I moved his butt over my face, and lowered him down. I heard him gasp when my tongue found his hole. I felt his buttocks contract around my mouth. His balls flopped across the bridge of my nose. I ground my beard up into his ass, and massaged his tight hole with my tongue.
"Oh my god," he said. I felt him start to stroke his cock as my mouth worked his butthole. I was kneading his back with my hands, reaching up along his spine, felt the muscles of his back, his shoulder blades. He leaned back, bracing an arm on my chest, I felt him grip the hair there. I pulled his hand off his cock, replaced it with mine. I stroked him slowly, feeling the whole lower half of his body contorting with pleasure as I assaulted his hole from below.
