[Author's note: this is the final part of a three-part series.]
Part 3.
I grabbed the pharmacy bag from the counter and then I went to my room, unbuckled my belt and took my phone out of my pocket. I saw a text from Tom.
Chat tonight?
I threw the phone on the bed, along with the plastic bag. Then I shucked off my pants and underwear. I was suddenly very aware that I had been sweating into these clothes all day. I hesitated, then decided to take the world's fastest shower. As the water warmed up, I grabbed my phone and texted Tom.
Busy tonight, manuscript hell
Then, feeling a surge of guilt, I added,
Miss you, T
I jumped into the shower, soaped up, dodging the monstrous erection I was sporting. Then I was out, toweling off, pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms. From the plastic bag, I took out a couple of condoms, the bottle of lube, and then I headed to the guest room.
In the hallway, I hesitated. I'd already crossed the line with Aaron, committed acts that, if they ever came to light, could get me fired, ruin my career, and end my marriage. What was this insanity? In the last few days, I'd gleefully tumbled down this slope, seemingly unperturbed by the potential consequences. What's more, I had set this all in motion. I brought Aaron into my house. I took advantage of his fragile mental state. Right? Or was this something more, something else... was it love? Certainly it was lust. My cock was throbbing, literally pointing me in the direction of my student's tight, virgin hole. I looked down at it, jutting out comically in my pajamas. I looked at the condoms in my hand, the lube in my other hand. My engorged cock, desperate to fuck. I realized I was powerless to stop what was about to happen.
Aaron intercepted me at the door of the guest room, still completely naked. I kissed him and all my hesitation evaporated. I pushed him roughly toward the bed. I threw the condoms and the lube onto the bed and then picked Aaron up and tossed him onto the bed, too, on his back. I was on him, then, pushing his legs up, against his chest, so that I could get at his hole. He grabbed at my head, pulled my hair, as I spread his legs apart and tried to penetrate him with my tongue. I felt his asshole clenching, resisting me. He was was groaning, whimpering.
"Oh, daddy," he moaned, as I kicked off my pajamas. I'd never felt more turned on in my whole life.
I sat up and pulled his legs toward me, folding him, slightly, so that his ass pointed up at me. My cock was lying along his inner thigh. He reached down and grabbed it.
"God, it's so thick," he said, feeling around the base of it with his hand. His eyes flickered with a trace of anxiety. "How is this thing going to fit in my ass?"
"Very carefully," I said. I grabbed the bottle of lube and drizzled some onto his ass. I rubbed it onto him with my fingers, warming it up, feeling the soft resilience of his skin, tracing it around the circle of slightly darker colored flesh that ringed his hole. He closed his eyes. I saw his belly expand and contract with his breath.
"I'm nervous," he said, quietly.
"Try to relax, Aaron," I said.
I rubbed more insistently on his hole, increasing the pressure on it. He bit his bottom lip. Slowly, I pressed a finger into him, felt his asshole start to give way. He took a sharp breath.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
His eyelids were fluttering, and the muscles of his stomach and butt were contracting and relaxing rapidly.
"It feels... weird," he said. "Weird, but good."
I pulled my finger out, and squeezed some more lube onto him, then pushed into him with my thumb. I felt his ass muscles squeeze my thumb, grip the large knuckle. I pushed my thumb into him as far as it would go, and then slowly started to massage the inside of him. His body was warm, soft, and yielding.
"Oh, god... oh..." he said. "That feels so good."
With my other hand, I drizzled some lube on his cock and then rubbed it over his shaft and down onto his balls. I caressed his cock and his balls with my palm, pushed gently on his taint as I thumbed his ass. He began to move his hips in rhythm with my movements. I pulled my thumb out of him and then tried to push two fingers into him. I felt his hole give way.
"You're doing great, champ," I said.
He smiled, his eyes were closed, he was arching his back into the bed, seemingly overtaken by the sensations I was administering to him. I pushed my fingers further into In his ass, feeling for his prostate. I felt it, and pressed into it, softly. He let out a low moan.
"Oh, fuck... daddy," he breathed.
"You like that, kid?" I asked.
"Yeah... keep doing that," he said. I watched a thick stream of precum leak out of his cock as I stroked him. I pressed harder into him with my fingers and another stream of precum leaked out. Good god. He was so young. His body was so instantly responsive.
I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled my fingers out of him, slowly, and wiped the lube from my hand on the sheet next to him. I grabbed a condom and tore it open with one hand and my teeth. I got up on my knees and rolled the condom onto my cock, drizzled lube onto it, smeared it around with my hand. Then I poured more lube onto Aaron's ass, and pushed it into his hole with my fingers. He was loose enough now that my fingers slid right in, meeting only mild resistance. I was filled with lust for his beautiful, gleaming, supple body.
"Are you ready?" I asked. He looked at me and nodded. "I'll go slow. Just stop me if it's too much," I said.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me, and then pushed my cock down, nudged the head of it against his hole. I rubbed it up and down along his ass crack, letting him feel the fleshy bulk of it before I penetrated him. He pressed himself toward me, eager, wanting. I felt my cockhead find the divot of his hole, and I leaned into him.
He inhaled sharply through clenched teeth when my cock slid into him. He began to squirm, but I held him down. "Shh, shh," I said, give it a second. I felt the muscles of his thighs quivering.
"It hurts," he said.
"I know... I know, bud. It's gonna hurt for just a second, but it'll stop, I promise," I said, and even as I spoke I felt him relax a bit. He took a few deep breaths, and raised his arms above his head, knitting the fingers of his hands together.
"How is it now?" I said.
