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My First Year in College - Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2022-03-19 20:07:20 +0000 UTCMY FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE
Chapter 12: Early Christmas present
It was 8 pm and I was standing right outside my Constitutional Laws professor's house.
What the fuck was I doing with my life? Was I really about to lose my virginity that night?
Somehow, all of this felt unreal, like I was walking in a dream or that it was not really me.
Nerdy Tyler Braxton could not be about to get fucked by his college’s professor.
I knocked at the door, almost ready to be caught up by a group of camera men telling me this was just a prank, and laughing at my confused face.
After maybe 20 seconds, Professor Fletcher opened the door.
He was wearing a fancy suit, similar to the ones he had in class, but this time around, three buttons were already opened up, letting me see his hairy muscular chest.
This was not a joke then.
"So, you have decided to come Tyler."
"Yes." I replied, unsure whether I should have run away.
"Do not tell me you have forgotten the first rule already?" He was speaking very firmly but had also a light smile under his bearded face.
"Yes, Sir." I said, insisted on the word “Sir" to prove that I had learnt my lesson.
"Please, come on in".
He let me in in his house.
I was in a corridor lightly decorated, everything was pretty much in wood, there were some plants and a big painting. A painting of a male ass, which was contrasting with the old decorum of the room.
I was shaking a bit but I had made my decision, I would go for it.
It was time that I finally take some risks in my life!
I entered a living room. It was very large and beautiful, a fire in the chimney was warming us, as if I needed any more heat, and some greenish lights gave a very particular vibe to the room. An erotic vibe.
"Sit." Professor Fletcher said, or rather ordered.
He could have spoken this way to a dog.
I obeyed and took a sit at the large dining table. He did not say another word and left the room.
Maybe I was about to get killed? I had rarely been that nervous.
"I cooked some coq au vin." He said, coming back into the room with a plate.
"Some what?" I could not stop myself from asking.
"Coq au vin. It is French, and delicious. Just like the last boy I have fucked."
I pretended not to be shocked by those last words.
I had never met someone so direct.
Admittedly, the coq au vin was indeed delicious. We ate together in almost complete silent. Fletcher was on the other side of the table and with the dark lighting of the room, I could hardly see his face.
I could have been partying with friends of my own age, having fun... staying safe.
Instead, I was eating coq au vin with Mister Fletcher. An older man who had slapped me in the face, the very same day.
After a while, he spoke again.
"So, should we fuck now or do you want to eat some dessert first?"
I was again stunned by his ways.
Nowadays, I would just smile and probably crawl towards his dick, but I was so naive back then. Can you believe it? I had never had the slightest sexual experience except for jerking off with my roommate!
"I..."
What was I supposed to say? Was there a right answer?
"Tyler, I asked you a question. Consent is very important to me. Should we fuck, now? Should we have some dessert instead? Or maybe, you want to go home?"
He stood up.
"I... I don't want to go home... Sir."
He walked towards me and touched my neck with his long fingers. I was still sitting down.
"So, what will it be?" He moved his crotch near my shoulder and then pressed himself against me. "Sex or dessert?"
"Why not both, Sir?"
The excitement I was feeling had triumphed my nervousness. I could feel his dick, hard against my shoulder, I was getting hard myself. I could smell him. I wanted to touch him.
"You are greedy." He said with a smile.
I did not reply.
"We can have sex first, that should help me getting out the dessert." He moved my hand towards his crotch. This time, I grabbed his dick through his suit pants. Felt his balls. "If you know what I mean." He added.
"Hum…" I moaned inadvertently.
He slapped my hand.
"Not too fast, boy."
Did I make a mistake? Would that end here?
No, this was too good.
The dominant versus submissive roleplay was very much a turn-on for me.
"Sorry, Sir.”
I looked above me to see his face, he was no longer smiling but did not seem mad either.
"As I told you, this will be a one-time only experience as I do not like to eat the same meal and fuck the same ass twice. Therefore, you should try to appreciate it."
"Of course!" He slapped me.
"Of course, Sir!" I corrected myself.
I could barely recognize myself. Did those words actually come from my mouth?
Professor Fletcher went towards the couch near the chimney and sat down in a large armchair. He put his feet, he was still wearing fancy black shoes, on the coffee table.
"Come to me." He ordered.
I stood up and walk towards him.
"Now, take off your clothes boy."
I stopped.
I was not ready for that command.
I wanted to see him naked, but taking off my clothes in front of my Constitutional Laws professor while he was staring at me. I felt too exposed. My insecurities were still very much present despite the nights spent barely naked or totally naked with Austin.
"I said, take off your clothes."
"I don't think that I can Sir."
He seemed a bit annoyed. Fletcher did not like or was not used to resistance.
"Son, you look delicious, I know you want me, and I am ready to give myself to you, but in my home, we play by my rules.”
"It's just... I'm a virgin and..." The word “virgin” seemed to be triggering for Professor Fletcher as he got a little twitch and I could swear I saw his bulge moving. "And... this is a first for me... I'm not sure I'm comfortable being naked... Sir." I added.
"Do you want me to fuck you or do you want to go home?" He asked calmly.
"I want you, Sir."
"Do you want me to fuck your virgin ass?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then, shut up and get naked. You look beautiful."
He opened his zipper and got his dick, and then his balls, out of his pants. As I suspected, he did not wear any underwear.
His cock was huge, scary, but above all, tempting.
This was enough motivation and the best argument he could have delivered.
I took my clothes off. I was now in underwear, standing before him. He could see that I was hard, that made him even hornier.
"Again, I think I made myself clear, take off your clothes. All of them." He stared at my briefs.
I got this weird feeling again.
What if all of this was just a mockery, what if the whole college knew? What if, once I was fully naked, he would just laugh and send me home?
It was too good to be true, he was way too sexy for me.
I looked at his big dick and hairy pecs, again, it was sufficient to keep me going and I removed my briefs.
I had cleaned my ass before coming there, I did want to be fucked for the first time. I had to keep on playing his sick game.
"Now, get on your knees and crawl towards your Daddy."
"Yes, Sir."
I was so vulnerable; he was in full control. In a weird way, it was reassuring. I would not have known what to do without his instructions.
I crawled towards him, making sure to show off my ass.
"Take off my shoes."
"Yes, Sir." I immediately obliged.
"My socks too."
I did, his feet were big.
I noticed them the very first day of class and now they were 2 inches away from my eyes, from my lips, from my nose. I started to smell his right foot. It was purely instinctive.
He did make any comment.
I sniffed the other foot. I thought about my brother and his foot fetish. My dick got stiffer.
"Can I suck them, Sir?" I asked.
He largely smiled at me.
His first genuine smile, I believe.
"Only if you do it right, bitch."
He put one of his feet on my cheek. I was his bitch indeed.
I started to lick his big toe and then sucked it. His toe only was already large. It tasted bad but that felt right.
I got even more excited.
I licked the other toes, then the other foot. I was now watching him in the eyes, almost daring him to slap me again as I was sucking on his stinky feet.
"Take the whole thing in your mouth, bitch, I told you needed to do this right."
"Yes, Sir" I said.
I had some trouble to speak, his toes already in my mouth.
I opened my mouth wide and tried to take his whole foot in, it was merely impossible. A tear started to come out my right eye. I tried to push myself and almost puked.
"Sorry Sir, I think it's too big."
He stood up. He pushed my head towards the floor with his right foot.
"Look at me!"
His foot was blocking me, smashing my face against the floor, so much so that his command was almost impossible to follow.
I moved my face on the left trying to look above me. Beyond his huge foot which he was still pressing against me, I saw his face. Right when our eyes locked, he spat on me.
I moaned.
Fuck. What was wrong with me being so into this?!
I wanted more. I tried to lick his foot in this position, without his permission. He let me have that and then he said.
"Now, stood up and get me naked."
Finally!
I obeyed immediately. What else could I do?
When I stood up, he noticed that my dick was already leaking with precum.
"I always precum a lot, Sir..." I apologized.
"As sluts do." He replied.
I smiled, oddly proud of myself.
I started to undress him, starting by his shirt, once I had it fully removed, I whispered in his ear.
"I am a slut, Sir. I am a virgin slut."
His dick still out of his pants throbbed. Again, I smiled.
It was like I was taking some control of the situation while owning my own perverted ideas.
"Oh yes you fucking are!" He pulled my hair to smother me with his armpits.
I had no time to prepare for this move. I was chocking under his hairy sweaty armpits covering my mouth and my nose. I coughed. I spat.
He did not let go.
Then, he put his hand around my throat.
"Don't get me too cocky, virgin boy, I don't think you can take it."
Like an animal, he licked my cheek.
His tongue wet my whole face.
I almost nutted instantly. I had never been this aroused in my entire life. I was scared at the same time, but this was all part of the excitement.
"Can I touch your chest, Sir?"
"I'll allow it."
I started to massage his chest while finishing undressing him.
I felt his long hair around his nipples, on his belly, he was so strong, so manly. I felt his huge biceps. I removed his trousers and he was now fully naked, his large dick, hard as a rock. It was all thanks to me.
I turned around him, I felt his back, his ass. I was worshiping and touching his entire body.o
I did not dare touching his dick.
"Suck my nipples." He spoke.
Once again, I obliged, immediately.
I could not believe that I was so hesitant to actually accept his proposal at first.
This was the best moment of my life.
I licked his nipples trying to do the best job possible, looking him in the eyes when I could. I bit one, he moaned, I did it again, he moaned some more, I spat on it, he slapped me.
He sat down on his armchair again.
"Kneel."
"Yes, Sir."
He was uncut but the head of his dick was clearly visible, I crawled towards it. I knew what he wanted now and I was more than ready for it.
"Beg me." He spoke.
I did not comprehend at first. Then I looked at him and said:
"Please, Sir, let me suck your big dick. I am YOUR virgin slut!"
"Open your mouth."
I did.
"Wide".
I tried.
"WIDER."
I tried harder.
His response was rough.
All of the sudden, he was ready.
He shoved his very hard (and quite massive) cock inside my mouth and my throat. I felt like someone was pushing a truncheon inside me.
I had a strong gag reflex and I pushed it back. A crazy amount of saliva came out of my mouth. His dick was wet.
"NOW LICK."
I did. Every inch of it.
His dick was a bit smaller than Austin's but it was larger. I licked my saliva out of his shaft, I felt the hot dick vibrating under my tongue. There was some precum on its dickhead, I went for it.
Some of my saliva dripped on the floor and on his feet, he was playing with it between his toes.
I cleaned it all up. I was determined to do a good job.
Then, I went back on his dick and offered him a blow job, for real this time. I was the one going on it. Trying to swallow as much as possible. I heard him moaning. He was moving my head with his hand, but slower than before.
I bobbed up and down… For the first time ever!
Until then, I had only trained myself on freaking bananas!
I truly appreciated the moment, my mouth full of his meaty dick. I pushed myself trying to get it deep in my throat, the girth and my gagging reflex stopped me. My nose could almost touch his bush.
I felt some cum coming out of my dick, I was so excited that I could not stop it.
"Sir... I...." I went on his dick again. "I think I... I'm gonna cum".
"DON'T." He shouted.
He pulled back his cock.
“No!”
I wanted more.
He sat on the couch, he put his legs up in the air and there I was, in "Toss my Law Professor's salad, episode 1."
His ass was thick, muscular, hairy, manly.
He was spreading his cheeks with his two hands and his asshole was there, wide open, waiting for me, winking on me.
He did not have to tell me what to do, I started to lick his hairy musky hole immediately. I spat on it for good measures, and tongued his ass.
Inspired, I jerked off his dick with my right hand at the same time.
"I'm a virgin slut, Sir." I mumbled while eating his ass.
I knew this would turn him on.
"Are you Daddy's virgin slut?"
"Yes, I am Daddy's virgin slut. I am yours, Daddy. A dirty ass-eating slut"
I went back rimming his ass some more. I sniffed it.
I would go through his heavy balls as well, swallowing them entirely in my mouth. Back to his dick, and then his asshole again.
I had dreamt about that moment so many times. Finally, I could let myself be slutty with a real man.
It was nothing like the porn movies I was watching.
The real deal was so much better.
I spat in his ass once again, I rubbed his balls at the same time. He moaned louder.
After a few minutes, he put his leg and foot behind my head to lock me against his asshole.
I was choking but I wanted more. He pushed me harder against his ass, I tried to breathe through his asshole and started to panic, my own dick still dripping with precum.
I could feel that I had no more air.
He locked me even harder. My head was now fully red. I could not breathe anymore. I was about to die inhaling my Laws Professor's asshole.
Then, when I was on the verge of passing out, he finally let go.
"FUCK." He shouted.
For the first time, it looked like he did no longer control himself.
He pushed me back and I fell. I was trying to breathe. I coughed. I needed water. He gave me no rest, instead, he grabbed me by the arm, and started to pull me out of the living room.
"CLIMB OUT THE STAIRS, BITCH." He yelled like a mad man.
I did. As best as I could.
On the second floor, he pulled me by the arm again and threw me into a room. A bedroom. He threw me on the bed. I was his doll. His sexual toy.
My dick was leaking everywhere.
"I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU NOW."
His dick was huge, I had merely put two fingers in my ass in the shower before that. My virgin ass would have some troubles taking such a big dick; and I knew he would be rough.
"Sir... I..."
He moved me around so I would be in the doggy style position.
He started licking my ass. His tongue was warm, wet, his hands were gripping my cheeks firmly. I moaned. I was anxious but he knew what he was doing.
For some reason, I wanted to prove to myself that I was able to handle this. A rough sex session.
This lasted several minutes and then I felt something sliding in. A finger, then two. I moaned. A little too loud. He put his hands on my mouth, once more, I could barely breathe.
"I am going to fuck your virgin ass, boy."
“Please…”
I was trembling.
He stopped and moved aside. He looked me in the eyes.
In a split second, he was back at being collected.
"Tyler, I do not wish to do anything you don't want." He said in a calm but firm voice, his dick still fully erected pointing at me.
"Sir..." I whispered.
I had no idea of what I wanted.
"Tyler, if you want me to fuck your ass, I will. If you’re not sure, this is fine."
I nodded yes.
"Sir..." In a sense, this was too much… But his dick... His body... I was a slut... I knew that I was his slut.
I wanted it.
"So, Tyler.... Do you want me to fuck your virgin asshole? Yes or no?”
I was as afraid as I was tempted.
This would be a good indicator of how my entire life would turn out.
Almost always in such circumstances, my horniness won over my fears or the risks.
"Yes, Sir... Please, I want it.”
"Beg me."
I was still lying on the bed.
I moved a bit forward, put my legs in the hair and spread my asshole, I looked right at him.
"I am begging you, Daddy. Please, fuck my virgin asshole!"
He slid his dick inside my ass a second later, while putting one hand around my throat and looking at me right in the eyes.
Not gonna lie, it did hurt. At first. I felt my ass popped as he was entering me slowly. I was no longer a virgin.
"This is going to feel good in a bit, you have to relax, you have to let it in."
I was semi crying and semi moaning, I did not know if this was hell or paradise. Probably both.
He took his dick out of my ass after only 3 back and fourths.
"I don't use lube. Suck it some more. It needs to be wetter; it will be easier for you..."
The dick was coming straight from my ass.... I looked at him and then at his shaft. Should I taste my own ass?
"Yes, Sir."
I sucked his dick, smelling my own anus on his cock. I tried to deepthroat him again. I gagged and tons of spit come out of me. There were tons of precum too.
Daddy was excited! Good Lord, I almost puked my coq au vin.
I felt some cum pouring of my dick. It was my second orgasm of the night while not touching my cock.
When I felt like his dick was wet enough, I said:
"Sir, please fuck me with that big dick. I want to feel Daddy's cock in my asshole again. A slut needs to be fucked! I am begging you, Sir."
I am not too sure where this dirty-talk was coming from.
I was probably too inspired by the “Toss My Black Salad” series. Austin was right on this; pornography was serious messing with our brains.
This time, he turned me around, in doggystyle. He pushed his dick in, and took my virginity some more.
The way he was thrusting his hips, daddy Fletcher was no doubt an experienced fucker.
I felt his dick deep inside of me, I was in a state of trance. I almost blacked out.
He fucked me hard. I would remember my first time for the rest of my life.
We were playing for nearly a couple hours at this point, including all the foreplay in the living-room, and my dick was still hard despite the unintentional cumming, it almost hurt.
He spat on his dick and in my ass-crack while fucking me. He started spanking me. I was losing any sense of reality.
A French expression calls orgasms a "petite mort" (a little death), I died a little that night.
At some point, a few minutes later, or maybe an hour later, I could not say, he pulled his dick out of my ass, made me kneel again and told me.
"Now, as promised, this is your dessert boy. Consider it an early Christmas present from the college's board of professors."
He unloaded a crazy amount of white thick cum on my face and then bury his dick, which was still somehow cumming, in my throat.
I swallowed part of it and let some slide down on the floor. He put his foot on my head, forcing me against the wooden floor to lick it all off.
Filth. This was pure filth.
I loved it.
I could barely see though as my eyes were covered in cum. My first facial ever!
I nutted again, but this time, I was jerking off my own dick and the cum came pouring on the floor. He made me lick my own cum too, smearing some of my juice on his hairy toes.
After a while, professor Fletcher seemed satisfied.
He ruffled my hair and said:
"Good boy, Tyler. You are going to make some men very happy!"
I was coming back to Earth and I started to feel cold all of the sudden, shaking. My professor’s sperm was covering my entire face.
I had his strong taste in my mouth.
My Master for the evening left his bedroom. I did not dare to move.
Actually, I did not know If I could ever move again. I just lied there, on the floor, drenched in sweat, in cum, in spit. My asshole hurt a little.
Fletcher came back with something in his hand.
I did not recognize it at first, but he said:
"Look at me."
I looked and I noticed a Polaroid camera, and then a bright flash.
I was still disoriented as I watched my own face full of cum coming out of the camera. He instructed me:
"Sign your name."
I did not think it through. I took a pen he was handing to me and did sign the photograph. "Tyler Braxton".
"Now, go take a shower. I will call you an Uber. I hope you have enjoyed your time here."
"This was..." I could not find the words.
"Good?" He asked.
"More than that."
The reality was that it was life changing but saying it did not feel right. Probably the experience was not life changing for Professor Fletcher as he seemed very used to fuck guys, or rather sluts, like me.
How many virgin asses did he break?
I took a quick warm shower.
I thought he would join me but he did not.
When I returned to the living room, it was 1 am and he was wearing a white bathrobe. I could have gone for round 2. He was naked underneath and I could see his flaccid cock popping out of the robe when he was facing me.
"Tyler, you know the rules. You are going to take this Uber to go back to your campus. You will never speak of this night. To anyone. And you will never come back here, ever again. As discussed, this was a one-time thing only."
My heart broke a little.
I knew this was the rule but I had not fully realized that he would actually go through with that.
"Can I ask you a question?" I felt that there was no necessity for calling him Sir anymore.
"Yes?"
"Do you do that often?"
He grinned at me.
"Yes, I do."
And this was our last exchange. We never spoke again.
I took the Uber and I came back to the dorms as the "end of semester" party was still going strong on the first floor.
I was exhausted and went straight to room 403. I did not want to dance or see anyone.
When I walked into my room, I was surprised to see Austin there. Surprised but happy.
"I lost my virginity!" I shouted, excited.
I did not know what come over me but I had to share that.
Austin seemed surprised.
"What? You slept with Janice?"
Shit. I can be stupid sometimes! Why did I say that? Now he would want more details... Details that I could absolutely not tell him.
"No... I slept with... I slept with some girl but she does not want it to be known and... I don't want to break her trust... and... Man, I lost my virginity tonight!" I repeated.
Austin smiled lightly, but it was not his usual smile.
With my excitement of the night and then of seeing him, I had not noticed at first that something was wrong. But Austin had red puffy yes.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked, slightly concerned.
"Do you mind if I come back sleeping here?" He said, almost whispering.
"Of course not! What's going on?"
And just like that, he busted into tears.
"Ashley made out with another guy during the party and I surprised them and..."
"WHAT? I mean... She was drunk? What happened? Which guy?"
"Who cares?!" He looked at me, miserable. “What does this change?! She’s a bitch!”
I sat next to him on the bed.
"Sorry bro..."
"I broke up with her." He spoke.
I held him in my arms and let him lay his face on my chest. He looked heart-broken.
Comments
memo2dt
I can't stop reading this but I am so ready to move on to the next story but you recommend reading this one so we can go into the next one with a better understanding. I can't believe and don't feel bad for Austin. He broke up with Ashley for kissing a guy when he had a whole gang bang with a MILF; joined a frat which no one knew he was interested in joining; then pretty much dumped his roommate and not only moved out but had Janice move in with out as so much of a conversation. I mean Janice had to come down and explain the situation. But of course, Ryan's is so dickmatized he's going to welcome Austin back with open arms.
