professor 1

Something about the sheer dress socks made Charles nervous.Standing up and admiring himself in his bedroom mirror, Charles was pleased with what he saw.

Mr Williams had always inspired and excited Charles. From their earliest interactions as student and teacher, Charles sensed a connection between them.

Thinking about Mr Williams always took Charles to a sexual place. He'd masturbated countless times thinking about being seduced by the confident older man.

Catching himself imagining just this scenario, Charles realised he'd been rubbing his rock hard cock with one hand and stroking his silky tie knot in the other when his phone beeped - his driver was here.

And then Charles saw him. Professor Williams, floating through the crowd with a champagne , clad in an immaculate three-piece pinstripe suit.

As the elegant Professor drew closer, his heartbeat quickening as he took in the site of the Professor, Charles took a deep pull from his glass of champagne to give himself courage. "Before the night is through, I will tell that man how amazing his clothes are" Charles murmured under his breath.

Calming his nerves, Charles took a moment to adjust his tie and suit, his eyes never leaving the Professor and he moved through the room.

"You always have been a sharp dresser, Mr. Porter."

Charles blushed.

"Why thank you sir, that ah.." Charles was a bit flustered.

"I think we're the only two gentlemen here in three piece suits this evening, Charles. Such a shame, nothing makes a man look more sophisticated and alluring like a waistcoat and a beautiful suit."

"Yes, I ah... I agree sir." Charles stammered nervously.

"I particularly like this combination you're wearing, the tie is quite fetching." Said the Professor as he reached out and took the blade of the tie between his fingers, rubbing the fabric together slowly. "And such a luxurious material."

Before it got too awkward, Professor Williams released the younger man's tie and smiled warmly. "Well, you have a good evening and don't spill anything on that beautiful suit. Oh, and do come and find me before you leave, there's something I'd like to talk to you about..."

Turning briskly away, Professor Williams left Charles standing with his rock hard cock tented in his suit pants.

At 11:30, the bar called last drinks and Charles decided to call it a night. Gulping the last of his champagne, he scanned the room for the Professor but he was nowhere to be seen. .

Saying his goodbyes to his fellow students, Charles began walking out of the room towards the road.

Suddenly, someone broke the night with a few softly spoken words.

"I thought you were going to come and see me, young man."

Startled by the voice, Charles spun on his heels to face the source of the voice and was shocked to see Professor Williams leaning against a tree smiling. "How fortuitous that you've followed me out here though."

Charles smiled brightly, "Fancy seeing you here, Professor... what - what are you doing here actually?"

"I was on the way back to my office for a nightcap, thought I'd stop and enjoy the stars for a few moments."

"I was so impressed with the way you dressed tonight, I must say I've never met a straight boy quite like you." Professor Williams smiled knowingly.

"Why thank you, sir. You're too kind. You're an amazing dresser yourself."

"So you are straight then?" The Professor asked bluntly, leaving the tree and approaching Charles.

"Well ahh... yes, I mean, aren't you?" Charles stammered.

"What do you think, young man?"

"I'm not sure!"

The Professor chuckled, "Don't worry Charles, I'm not going to tell anyone, your secret is safe with me..."

"But... sir I'm not gay!" Charles squeaked.

Smiling warmly, the Professor walked up to Charles and put his hand on his shoulder. "Relax, you don't have to admit to anything, but I promise you're always safe with me. I like you, Charles."

Charles was comforted by this. "Thank you, sir."

The Professor looked at his watch and adjusted his tie. "Would you like a nightcap? Maybe a glass of whisky? "

Looking at the Professors' handsome face and alluring suit, Charles couldn't resist. "Why yes, sir. I'd love that."

"Excellent," said the Professor.

"I'm very sorry that I had to be so awkward a moment ago asking about private matters. Your sexuality.I don't ordinarily ask about something so personal, and you seemed . . . put off by it."

"Oh—eh—It is alright, sir. I just didn't understand why the question was so sudden." Was Professor Williams coming on to him just now? Charles really wanted that to be the case. He ran a finger under his collar, gulping, cock bobbing half hard in his velvety suit trousers as he thought about the number of times he'd fantasized about this elegant Professor. Even from behind, every detail of the man's outfit stimulated Charles more: . All a sudden, it wasn't just the champagne that made Charles feel lightheaded.

Each step of his velvet slippers across the marble tiles brought him closer to the Professor's office—and with each step Charles swelled with lust and shrank with nervousness.

The Professor unlocked his door. "Have a seat." . The Professor unlocked a drawer of his desk and pulled out a pair of tumblers and a decanter of scotch. "Are you fond of an Islay scotch?" Professor Williams poured.

"I—uh—" Charles had no idea what that meant. "Yes. Yes, I do."

Professor Williams gave a very deep chuckle. "Relax, It is alright for you to say you've never heard of one before. Cheers."

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid I'm not schooled when it comes to scotches—or whiskey—or whatnot."

 "Don't be afraid to admit when you don't know something. It's better to ask questions. Besides, I doubt this is the last scotch you'll be drinking in your future."

Charles tried a sip, but had to press his lips together to keep from wincing. He wasn't used to liquor quite this strong.

"It is an acquired taste," said the Professor. "Much like fine clothing is."

"It's going to take some getting used to, sir" said Charles, as he coughed lightly. "Thank you though, I appreciate the offer."

"You're most welcome, my boy." The Professor smiled seductively

"So tell me Charles, now is there a woman in your life?"

This caught Charles by surprise, but Charles wanted to see where this evening was headed. "Well, no there's not a woman in my life... and I'm not... not gay. . sir."

" at your age I was admitted to people I was gay. Even just to those closest to me."

"sir. I've never really admitted it to anyone before. You won't tell will you?"

"Not a soul, I swear, my boy. You are safe here.." The Professor smiled and stood up from his chair. He walked around the desk until he was standing in front of Charles. Leaning back against the desk, he placed an arm on the young man's shoulder,

Looking up at the beautiful man towering above him, Charles physically swooned and trembled. Charles had been waiting for a moment like this for years.

"Sir I... I wanted to say that..." Charles stammered, unable to finish.

The Professor's hand moved from the Charles' shoulder to collar and decadent purple tie at his neck, his fingers intertwining with the luxurious material as he played with it seductively.

"I hope it's not inappropriate but I was wondering if it would be ok if I...If I... kiss you?"

"Why Charles, I thought you'd never ask."

Pulling Charles to his feet, the Professor placed his hand on the small of Charles' back and Their soft lips met and Charles felt a jolt of erotic energy surge through him.Their hunger for each other intensified as the kiss grew more lustful and passionate. The Professor's expert kisses and playful tongue elicited a loud involuntary moan of deep pleasure from the boy.

His cock swelled in his suit pants, Instinctively, Charles thrust his groin into the Professor's and the matching hardness he found sent another shock of erotic energy through him. In that moment, he knew he happily accepted that he was gay.

Suddenly, the Professor broke the kiss "Now this is a lovely turn of events, wouldn't you say?" He purred.

"Oh sir... I want you so bad. Don't stop kissing me!"

The Professor ran his hands seductively up and down Charles' lapels while pushing their groins together. "We could get in big trouble for this, Charles. It'll need to be a secret."

"I promise sir, I don't want anyone finding out."

"Good boy, because I've wanted you since I first saw you at orientation. The way you dressed so dapper in suit and tie, I knew you had more than a passing interest in your appearance." Caressing Charles' tie, the Professor added with a chuckle, "And in mine."

 The Professor whispered into Charles' ear, biting it lightly. "Now I want to see just how dirty this secret is going to be."

Charles felt the Professor's fingers at his crotch now, he moaned loudly as he felt the Professor's fingers manipulating his cock out of his suit pants. It suddenly sprung free and stood out hard. The Professor wrapped his fingers around the shaft and he began slowly jerking the cock in his hand.

Silently, the Professor sunk to his knees,the Professor looked up and said "May I, Charles? May I suck this beautiful cock for you?"

"Oh please, sir! You can have whatever you want!"

Never breaking eye contact, the Professor opened his mouth and wrapped it around Charles' cock tenderly. It was no small thing, but the Professor took it all in with ease before slowly pulling back and sucking the big mushroom head softly. Charles moaned loudly as the Professor began bobbing his head up and down on the engorged cock, making it slick and wet with the saliva from his velvety tongue.

The Professor, moaned around his mouthful of boy cock and looked up to see Charles in total ecstasy. Subconsciously, Charles had begun thrusting his hips forward to lightly face fuck his older lover. Ten minutes passed this way, but to Charles it felt like mere moments.

Sensing an end approaching, the Professor slowed down and He stood up and pulled Charles into another erotic and slow kiss. Charles hands naturally fell to the Professor's groin and he was shocked to find his fingers touching the man's bare cock.

Looking down, Charles realised that this was the first cock he'd ever touched besides his own and he was consumed with a powerful desire to taste it. Dropping to his knees i, Charles looked up for approval from the Professor.

"May I sir?"

Smiling sinfully, the Professor said "You may, my boy."

Charles stared at it for a moment, licking his lips, dropping his jaw as low as it could go. His sheer socked heels popped out of his slippers as he leaned forward, letting his lips wrap around the warm, firm head. Slowly Charles sank in and out, letting the shaft glide along his lips, his own cock tingling as it brushed against the Professor's glossy shoes,

Charles couldn't believe it. Half an hour ago he'd been prepared to go home to bed, and now here he was Sucking his first cock!

Charles' own cock bobbed as he naturally sucked the Professor's cock steadily, growing stiffer and stiffer with each passing minute.

Above him, the Professor let out a moan, his body swaying as Charles explored —stroking, working himself with both hands, Charles closed his eyes and worked harder, experimenting with flicking the Professor's cock head with his tongue, then went further down just to feel the Professor's mushroom head against the back of his throat, and tonguing the Professor's balls,

"Oh yes!" Gripping the edge of his desk to steady himself, the Professor panted. "Oh yes. Hungry for it, aren't you my boy?"

The Professor moaned and squirmed, scooting his rear up onto the desk. "Oh yes. I love that feeling."

Charles felt a surge of power bubbling up in him. He loved the way the Professor gazed down at him, his eyes begging him to keep going, keep stroking.Arching his back on the desk, the Professor offered his cock up to Charles' waiting lips. Charles reciprocated by parting his lips and charging further in, his jaw hurting to accommodate the Professor's girth.

"If you keep that up my boy, you're going to make me cum." The Professor growled.

 "Oh you perfect naughty little boy!" The older man moaned breathlessly getting closer and closer.

Charles moaned around the cock he was worshipping with his tongue. "Give it to me, sir!"

"Here it comes, Charles, take sir's load you beautiful dandy boy! TAKE IT!"

Globs of thick white cum erupted from the older man's cock and Charles lapped it up. Wrapping his lips around it to not miss any while the Professor thrust his hips forward, letting out a long and loud moan of deep pleasure. Charles closed his eyes and revelled in the undiluted pleasure of having a mouthful of cock and cum from this beautiful dignified man standing above him. Tasting it on his tongue, he found he quite enjoyed the warm and salty taste. He loved the feeling as he swallowed and felt it slide down the back of his throat. Not done yet—still pumping—the Professor's cock deposited several more thick mouthfuls and Charles had to swallow rapidly to avoid spilling. Unsuccessful, a large drop spilled from the corner of the boy's mouth and landed on the blade of his already stained purple tie.

After what felt like a full minute, the tide subsided and Charles looked up to see the Professor with his eyes closed and his mouth in a wide and satisfied smile.

Just as he was about to wipe his mouth on his pocket square the Professor gripped his lush, arching tie and pulled him into a sensual and slow kiss. Their tongues entwined once more, and the two men shared the taste of what the Professor had just deposited into Charles mouth and lips.

Breaking the kiss, the Professor looked at Charles and said "That was incredible, my boy. Have you done that before?"

"That was my first time. I hope you'll let me do that more often."

"You can count on that. In fact, how about we take this back to my apartment and keep this night going? I think you deserve a reward for your efforts so far."

"I'd like that, sir."

"Let's get ourselves straightened up and then get a cab."

Charles took a moment to put his still hard cock back into his pants, and with some difficulty he pulled the zip closed. Meanwhile, the Professor did the same. A quick adjustment to their ties and they were ready to go. Charles thought that at a glance no one would have been able to tell what had just happened between the two men. That said, there were some very telling cum stains on his tie, and on the Professor's pants and shoes.

"Let's go." Said the Professor as he unlocked his office door and led Charles back into the night.

Dazed, hardly able to walk straight, Charles walked with the Professor back through the university grounds. He couldn't keep his eyes off the older man. Once they'd arrived at the highway adjacent to the University, the Professor whisked out his phone and summoned and Uber to take them back to his apartment.

"How much longer on the Uber?" whispered Charles

The Professor glanced down at his phone, then up the street at some approaching headlights. "That should be it."

"Oh good!"

The car pulled up and the Professor let Charles in first, casting one last glance down the street before slipping in right beside him.

. The naughty gleam stole into the Professor's eye again. "Now, where were we?"

Charles protested. "Shouldn't we wait until we're back at the apartm—"

The Professor smirked, reaching over and stroking Charles' cum stained tie. "You shouldn't worry so much, my boy."

Charles felt himself stiffening again as the Professor seductively ran his fingers against his tie. He sat upright to better hide his growing erection and let out a gasp when he felt the Professor's hand slip down off the tie blade and onto his groin. With the most delicate of touches, the Professor traced the outline of Charles' cock with his fingertips, causing the smallest of moans to slip from his lips. The Uber driver stared forward into the night, totally unaware of what was happening behind him.

Massaging the knot against Charles' neck, the Professor continued his slow teasing for a full ten minutes. With each stroke of the knot—each time the Professor pinched it and ran his fingers up and down—Charles felt his cock throb. He had to put his hands over his mouth several times to stop himself from moaning loudly, which would surely have alerted the driver.

Finally, mercifully, the driver pulled up to an apartment complex and grunted something, informing Charles and his companion that they had arrived. Thanking him sheepishly, Charles quickly exited the car and followed the Professor hurriedly into the lobby and into a waiting elevator.

The second the elevator door closed, Charles and the Professor seized each other and kissed. Not breaking it, the Professor pushed Charles back into the wall and pushed the button for the top floor. Rutting hard, Charles slid his tongue against the Professor's and pushed his now rock hard groin against the man. Opening his eyes, he saw himself in the mirrored doors of the lift. So arousing, like his wildest fantasies, peaking his arousal even further—the reflection of two beautifully dressed men in formal wear kissing, hot and heavy. Letting out a moan that was stifled right in the Professor's throat, Charles surrendered himself. Beneath these beautiful, civilized clothes, two men raged with animal lust. That image would normally have been reserved for his hard drive of porn, but here it was happening in real life!

The Professor broke the kiss while Charles was still enjoying the spectacle and whispered in his ear. "When I get you Inside, I'm going to make you mine, boy. I want you fucking badly."

"Oh yes sir!" Charles breathed, heated with libido, voice trembling. "You can have me however you want me!"

In truth, Charles didn't quite know what the Professor was alluding to, but he knew he didn't want this to ever end, and he was excited to see where the evening would lead him. He already had taken this beautiful man's cum in his mouth once, there was no turning back now. No time for nervous regret.

Laying several wet, tender kisses on Charles' neck—Charles relaxed against the wall of the lift, throwing his head back in abandon—the Professor whispered in Charles' ear, "We can take it slow and easy, if you like. Draw it out, savouring every last moment."

Charles moaned "Oh yes," panting with desire. With a ding, the lift lurched to a halt.

And, with a smirk, the Professor tugged Charles by his tie knot. "Well come along, my boy. No need to delay."

The next few minutes passed in a horny haze. While the Professor fumbled with his keys—no less horny than his young charge—Charles stroked the Professor's tie and groped the hardness in his crotch.

Charles moaned in the Professor's ear, "I never thought I'd get this fantasy fulfilled—"

"Well, my boy, it is not a fantasy any longer."

"Sir, I'm so hard for you."

The Professor smiled. "Good boy"

Leather, tobacco, old books. That fragrance filled Charles' nostrils as soon as the Professor let him in. He barely had time to take in the bookshelves and fine furniture before the Professor shut the door, seized him by his tie again, and pulled him in for another kiss. For a moment, Charles stood there stunned. He'd watched plenty of suited porn videos in his time, so his mind raced through the standard script. What was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to just sit there and let the Professor fondle his tie with both hands like this—hot as it was—or was he supposed to fight back, and rip the Professor's shirt open—no, something didn't feel right about that—or how about unzipping the Professor's fly, wrestling those trousers off, spreading the Professor's knees and tonguing the Professor's balls?

Charles' heart pounded in his throat as he reviewed these possibilities, nervous as he finally decided to let his hands explore the silken place beneath the Professor's suit jacket, the fine satin lining of the jacket against the satin lining of the Professor's waistcoat, cool and silky on both sides of Charles' hands, with just a hint of the Professor's warm, firm torso underneath. Hungry for more, Charles reached down and groped the Professor's ass through his velvety suit trousers.

The Professor broke off the kiss with a chuckle. "Not so nervous anymore are you, my boy?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Charles gulped as he second-guessed himself. Maybe he shouldn't be thinking about this the same way as his standard suited porn fantasies? "I, uh, I have never been with a man . . . like this before. Fantasized about it. Watched porn about it, yes. But never, never in person."

Pressing Charles' shoulders, guiding the younger man to the couch, the Professor's tone grew both fatherly and naughty. "Well, my boy, why don't you just relax? I'll show you exactly what to do."

The Professor rubbed his groin through his suit pants seductively. "Look what you do to me, boy. You see how you've gotten me all worked up again?"

Charles longed to touch it. "Yes sir, I want it back in my mouth again so badly."

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