He slips between my legs. Like a drooling and growling animal, he pushes on my thighs to spread them. I feel his hot breath on my balls, his hot fingers on the skin of my thighs, his body between my legs.
I’m not quite sure how we have come to this. I’m supposed to be supervising his PhD thesis. Instead, he’s on his knees on my office floor. I’m sure my corduroy trousers were properly fastened when he came in but now, they seem to be in a gathered heap around my ankles. To my crying shame, my off-white y-fronts sit atop.
He stays kneeling like this for a long time, looking at my cock, just caressing my skin and running his fingers through my curls, blowing on the shaft as it throbs. It’s as if he is hesitating to place this first kiss on the top of my head.
I'm waiting for it. Waiting for him to finally kiss it. Wanting him to swallow it and caress it with his tongue and his fingers. I wait for his lust. I want him. Wanting to satiate his appetite. I know he is hungry. I can tell. I can see the hunger in his eyes. I want him to be voracious, hungry for flesh and my cum. I want him to be passionate, intoxicated by its smells and this load that he knows how to make flow.
I gaze down at him. His mop of curly hair, him still fully clothed while I’m at half-mast. He’s so young, so innocent. Why is he doing this?
And then he finally dives onto my cock. Like an eagle on its prey. Like a wolf on the lamb, which I am, pinned beneath him. His tongue caresses my tip before parting his lips. He swallows my cock, sucking and fucking my shaft. He sucks hard, sucking with his mouth, jerking it with his lips as he moves it inside him, his fingers squeezing the base of my shaft. The fingers on his other hand sliding, squeezing, caressing from my balls to my ass. I am flowing, pre-cum oozing out that he collects on his tongue and tells me how good I taste.
It feels like he is twisting my insides as he swirls his tongue around my cock. Every swallow, every jerk, every suck makes my eyes roll. His finger caresses my arse, tracing the puckered folds as he gulps me inside him. My head rolls, mouth open, drool leaking as I wrap my fingers in his curls and tug, forcing him down deeper.
He clamps his lips around my head and sucks. He tugs his head up every time he sucks me into him. He pushes his finger into my ass. My mouth opens but no sound comes out. Instead, my body pumps. From deep inside, a fountain of hot white cum splatters the insides of his mouth. He thrusts his head down, enveloping me fully. I shudder and writhe, the pleasure turning to pain as my cock grows sensitive.
Finally, with my thighs squeezing him, trying to wriggle away, trying to signal “enough”, he sucks his way up my softening dick. He exits with a pop and kneels, staring up at me. His grin wide and beaming, like a cat who's got the cream. A strand of cum dribbles down his chin before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
He looks sheepish now. As if the realisation of what he has done is only now dawning on him.
He shuffles back, his face blushing. He runs his hand through his hair as if mentally cursing.
I lift my ass off the chair and pull my pants and trousers back up. I tuck my now flaccid cock back inside and fasten my belt. He is wiping his mouth again as he tries to gather up his papers and notes.
I try to act jovial, like this sort of thing happens all the time.
“So, shall we say the same time next week?” I give a shrug and grin. “I know University guidelines say you have to send a written report of what was discussed in the tutorial to the faculty Office, but perhaps we could go easy on the details thai time?”
He gives a rueful nod.
“Yes, sir. Perhaps we can discuss my literature review in slightly more detail next time?”
I watch him leave my office. The door closes behind him. I turn and gaze out the window, waiting to see him walk across the grass back towards the library.
“You stupid old queen,” I berate myself. “When will you ever learn?”
