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  The Professor

  By

  Alice Harper

  Copyright © 2019 Alice Harper

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1: Jimmy

  Chapter 2: Shane

  Chapter 3: Jimmy

  Chapter 4: Jimmy

  Chapter 5: Martin

  Chapter 6: Jimmy

  Chapter 7: Shane

  Chapter 8: Martin

  Chapter 9: Shane

  Chapter 10: Martin

  Chapter 11: Martin

  Chapter 12: Martin

  Chapter 13: Shane

  Chapter 14: Jimmy

  Chapter 15: Shane

  Chapter 16: Jimmy

  Chapter 17: Shane

  Chapter 18: Jimmy

  Chapter 19 - Martin

  Chapter 20 - Jimmy

  Epilogue – Jimmy

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  Chapter 1: Jimmy

  It was a bright Sunday morning. Jimmy woke up early and made breakfast for everyone, like he had been every Sunday since he was fourteen.

  “Breakfast is ready,” Jimmy shouted as he set the table. His mom and dad sat down first. His sister Janice and their dog Rocky joined them soon. The fan whirred above them slowly as they all sat drenched in the summer heat.

  “The fan barely moves, mom,” Janice said. “Can't we get a new one?”

  “You know we can't, Janice,” mom said. “We haven't got the money.”

  “Jimmy,” dad said. “This is too much food. If we eat all of this, we'll end up sleeping through the service.”

  “It tastes delicious though,” mom said with her mouth full and pointing at her plate. “I'll need the recipe for this fried Camembert.”

  “Thanks, mom,” Jimmy said, his chest swelling with pride.

  “Jimmy,” dad said. “Priest Matthew would like to speak to you after today's service.”

  He nodded in fear. He knew what Matthew wanted to speak to him about. He had been confessing to Matthew for months now. The previous week, he finally had the courage to confess about his homosexual desires. Matthew said the thought itself wasn't a sin, but acting upon it was. He knew a confession wouldn't be revealed under any circumstance, but his dad was very close to him. He didn't trust him to keep a secret.

  “What is it about, dad?” he asked and gulped nervously.

  “It's about one of your confessions,” his dad said, running one of his hands through the bald patch on his head, while the other rested on his fat belly.

  His heart raced. So, his family finally knew the secret he's been hiding all his life. He looked around the table at all their nervous faces. They probably thought he was a freak.

  After breakfast, they all drove to the church in their old car. It stopped twice on the way.

  “Dad, why don't you get the car repaired?” Janice asked. Janice was too young to notice how broke they were.

  “We can't afford that right now, Janice,” dad said. “Jimmy starts college tomorrow and that's going to cost us a fortune. Not that it's a bad thing. Maybe one day when he works as a psychologist, he'll bring us all out of poverty. Won't you, Jimmy?”

  Whenever his family spoke of him as their savior, he felt a sudden rush of anxiety consume him. He didn't know if he was the solution to all of their problems, but he had to try. One of the main reasons he chose to study psychology in college was the high pay. He could use the money to pay off his dad's debt and mortgage. That, and also because he was a good listener.

  After they reached the church, they all attended the service while dad slept through all of it. He walked into Matthew’s tiny room. Everything in the room was tiny except Matthew. Matthew raised his head and smiled.

  “Jimmy,” Matthew said. “I've been meaning to speak to you. Have a seat, please.”

  He sat on the tiny chair and rubbed his sweaty hands together.

  “I know confessions are supposed to be private,” Matthew said. “But I had to tell your father about it. We're too close not to. I hope you don't mind.”

  He shook his head even though he minded greatly.

  “Having homosexual urges is nothing to be ashamed about,” Matthew said. “But acting upon it is. When I was young, I had homosexual urges too, but I knew it was God's way of testing my faith.”

  He rolled his eyes, for he always knew Matthew was gay. He was the gayest priest he had ever met.

  “I struggled with it just as you do now,” Matthew continued. “I was ready to give up. I'm ashamed to admit it now, but I even had a boyfriend. Just when I thought I couldn't control them any longer, I met my wife, Martha, who showed me the healing power of prayer. Together, we prayed the gay away. So all I'm asking you to do is not sin, and wait for a woman to save you.”

  A gay man who married a woman, then popped some kids and didn’t realize he’d ruined a woman's life all in the name of God. It was his idea of hell. He wanted to be an openly gay man who found love and started a family. There were too many people in the world anyway. He was falling behind on the schedule. He had already missed many gay milestones. He had never been to a pride parade before, never kissed, had sex or been to a gay club.

  “Yes, Father,” he said.

  He could pretend to be a changed man if it meant his family would pay for college. Once he'd move out after college, he could stop pretending he was religious and start to live his dream life of an openly gay man. That's what he assured his family when they got home and casually brought the subject up.

  “I'm proud of you son,” his dad said. “We're not one of those families who throw you out when they find out their son is a homosexual. We're going to give you a second chance. You can live under this house as long as you don't sin. Don't act on your urges. Hate the sinner, not the sin. I know how hard it is. I was 18 once too. This is just a phase, Jimmy. If you don't act on it, it'll pass. If you do, it'll haunt you for the rest of your life.”

  “What's a homosexual, dad?” Janice asked.

  He smiled and hugged his sister.

  Chapter 2: Shane

  It was Sunday afternoon, which meant Shane would have lunch with his parents at a posh restaurant like they had been every Sunday since he was a kid. He sometimes wondered if it was their way of making up for never being around. It wasn't enough. His parents were always at work. Having their own family business was hectic, but missing out on his childhood scarred him forever. Sometimes he went days without having them around. He grew up opening up to nannies and his best friend, Jimmy all his life. He would rather live poor with a close family than live rich with a distant family.

  When he told them he was gay, they nodded and smiled. He had been fretting about it for weeks. Jimmy had given him the strength to go through with it. They said it didn't matter and then went back to staring at their laptops. Jimmy had sat beside him and rubbed his hand on his back.

  Now, he waited outside Jimmy's home in his expensive car and expensive clothes and smiled at the handsome young man walking towards him. Jimmy's face lit up when he saw him. Oh, how he would love to come home to that sweet face every day and could grow old looking at it. Jimmy had short red hair, blue eyes and a cute dimple on his chubby cheeks. He liked to make him laugh just to look at it.

  Once he had told Jimmy about the dream he'd had, that they were married, lived with nine cats and were bickering like an old lesbian couple, and although he wished it were
true, he'd made a disgusted face to show his dislike. Jimmy's cheeks had turned red then, and he looked honored to have someone dream about him. He knew Jimmy didn’t think of himself as good-looking, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Girls flirted with him in texts and he was naive about it. Jimmy would tell him they were just being friendly.

  “Fancy new clothes,” he said as Jimmy got into his car. “Did you go shopping without me?”

  “No,” Jimmy said looking at his feet with embarrassment. “One of my cousins gave it to me. He grew out of them anyways.”

  They drove to the biggest shopping mall in the city.

  “Shane, you know I can't afford to buy at this place,” Jimmy said. “Let's just go to a thrift store. My mom's given me all the money she's saved for my college expenses, but it isn't enough..”

  “Oh, relax,” Shane said wrapping his arm around Jimmy's shoulder. “They have the biggest sale of the year.”

  They went through different stores and tried on the ones they both knew Jimmy couldn't afford.

  “Damn, this looks great on you,” he said when Jimmy spun around in a pink t-shirt on tight faded jeans. “It brings out your twink ass. College men are gonna fight to plow that ass.” He slapped Jimmy's ass when he turned around. Jimmy jumped in surprise and whimpered. He stared at his jiggling ass and blood rushed to his cock. Not now, he told his cock, I've fed you just this morning.

  “Wow, this is expensive,” Jimmy said looking at the tag. “I'll buy it next semester when I have enough money from waiting tables.”

  “Nope, we're buying it now,” he said. “I'll pay for it. We’ve talked about this. We need to get you some cute outfits to get you some cock at college. The first impression is the best one. Do you want to lose your virginity or not?”

  “Yes, badly,” Jimmy said with a one-sided grin. “But I can't let you pay for it.”

  “You can pay me once you've earned enough,” he said. “My parents give me too much allowance anyways. I've run out of things to buy for myself.”

  Jimmy nodded and they bought a few more clothes. They went to his place, and as always, no one else was home. He put on a romantic movie that Jimmy wanted to watch for a long time now. It was about two guys who fall in love in Italy. Jimmy sat beside him with his head on his shoulders. When the guys kissed onscreen, he stared at Jimmy's lips and tried to remember when he started fancying him. Was it when he came out to him in high school? He couldn't remember. But his feelings only grew stronger as years passed.

  Chapter 3: Jimmy

  During the second onscreen kiss, Jimmy caught Shane looking at his lips. He smiled at him and Shane immediately looked away. When the fifteen-minute-long sex scene started, Shane popped a boner again. He had to adjust his crotch aggressively.

  “What's wrong?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Shane's waist. “How long has it been since you got laid?”

  “Long enough,” Shane said, his ears turning red. “How long is the sex scene? It's like watching a porno, for God's sake.”

  “Fifteen minutes,” he said, trying to hold his laughter in. “Damn, this twink is as old as me, and yet he is getting railed by a hunk. I, on the other hand, haven't even had my first kiss.”

  “We can fix that, you know,” Shane said, turning towards me with a naughty grin. “If you don't mind having your first kiss with someone ordinary.”

  “Shane, that's so sweet of you,” he said, looking into his eyes. “You'd do that for me?”

  Shane nodded and moved his face closer as if he'd been waiting for this moment eagerly.

  “You're not someone ordinary,” he said, placing his hand on Shane's thigh and squeezing it gently. “I hope my inexperience doesn't show.”

  Shane grabbed his face in his hands and closed his eyes. He did the same and then rubbed Shane's thigh in small circular motions. Their lips met and Shane moaned into his mouth. His hands shifted onto Shane's waist. Shane slipped his tongue into his mouth, and it was his turns to moan now. He made sounds he’d only heard people make in romantic movies. He had to break the kiss just to take a long breath.

  “You breathe while you kiss,” Shane said and offered his lips. “Try it.”

  “Yes, professor Shane,” he said and kissed him another time

  When their lips parted, he looked at the tent formed in Shane's shorts. He smiled and grabbed his crotch. He began rubbing it when they heard a door open downstairs. They quickly adjusted their position to hide their boners and smiled at each other.

  “Is this the start of us morphing into an old lesbian couple?” Shane asked, adjusting his crotch.

  “I'm glad nothing happened,” he said. “Two bottoms don't make a top. We both need Dom daddies in our lives, and neither of us is one.”

  “I was only joking,” Shane said, the smile on his face fading away. “A virgin, but a heartbreaker nevertheless.”

  The film finished and he couldn't help crying at the sad ending.

  “It's okay,” Shane said, wiping his tears and hugging him tightly. “First love is always heartbreaking. It's just a movie.”

  “I know,” he said. “But it's so sad.”

  He went back to his home and noticed no one was around.

  “Mom?” he shouted. “Dad? Anyone home?” They were all supposed to go to a family friend's party but had decided against it. He wondered if they changed their mind at the last minute and went without him. If so, they wouldn't be back for the next few hours.

  He was still horny from making out with Shane. Shane had advised him to be prepared for eventually losing his virginity, hopefully with someone from college. He'd asked him to practice with whatever he could find around his home.

  He looked around in the refrigerator for any hard vegetables he could find. He grabbed a carrot, a zucchini, and a radish. He walked up the old creaking stairs to his room and lowered the blinds. He pulled his pants down and lay on the bed on his back, with the vegetables beside him. He lubed them all with oil, raised his legs above his head and grabbed the curved carrot. He aimed it so that the curved part faced towards his prostate and pushed it inside his hole. He eased it in with one hand while rubbing his nipples with the other.

  “Oh, Shane,” he moaned, as the carrot rubbed his prostate harder with each push. He didn't know why he was calling out his name, just that it was turning him on. He felt pleasure like he'd never felt before. “Fuck me harder, Shane. Harder!”

  As he began to orgasm, he heard footsteps approaching his room. He quickly lowered his legs, but it pushed the carrot deeper inside him. His eyes rolled back into his head from pleasure and he had to partially close them. He covered himself with a blanket. His mom stepped in with a surprised look on her face.

  He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't. Instead of uttering words, he was making dirty sounds. His orgasm was at its peak and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He moaned loudly and his entire body was intensely jerking. He rolled his hips up in the air wildly and crashed them back down onto the bed, breaking the carrot into two. His mom noticed the vegetables beside him and covered her mouth in shock. She began screaming in horror as it occurred to her what he'd been doing before she walked in.

  His father came running into the room and it was his turn now to stare at him in horror. When the orgasm ended, he opened his eyes slowly to see his parents holding onto each other with their mouths open wide. He lowered his head in embarrassment.

  “Mom,” he whispered. “You're supposed to knock.”

  “I'm sorry, Jimmy,” she said. “I didn't know you were home. I just came here to take your clothes for laundry.“

  “What the hell do you think you're doing?” his dad shouted, his face turning red and pointing at him. “You know it's not the natural way. You're following the devil's path. God doesn't approve of this.”

  He opened his mouth to defend himself, but he knew nothing could change their mind. The easiest way out of this would be to agree with them and pretend to be a changed man. When his Dad stopped
yelling at him, he raised his head to look at him.

  “I'm sorry, dad,” he said. “I have these urges sometimes. I know they're unnatural, but I can't seem to control them.”

  “Well, you'll have to learn how,” his dad said. “Because I'm not letting a queer stay under my roof.”

  “Henry,” his mom said. “Don't say that word. No wonder the vegetables keep disappearing.”

  “Get dressed, Jimmy,” his dad said. “You've sinned. You need to pray.”

  Ever since he was a kid, whenever he sinned, his dad locked him up in the prayer room, a tiny closet. He was allowed to come out only when he prayed the Lord for forgiveness. It was as if his dad knew he'd turn out gay, so he started punishing him for it since he was young.

  Even the silliest of mistakes lead him to the prayer room, while his sister, Janice, was never made to do so. As a kid, he resisted the prayer room a lot. He would scream and cry, but soon he'd realized his dad wouldn't change his mind.

  He got dressed and went downstairs. He locked himself in the room and then heard his dad lock the door from the outside. He leaned against the door and closed his eyes. As always, their dog Rocky sat just outside the door, scratching at the door and whining, as if he could feel his sadness. He had stopped praying once he started high school. His dad would only open the door once he'd been convinced that the amount of prayer time was sufficient for the sin committed.

  It was a few minutes usually, but this time he fell asleep waiting for the door to open. When the door opened and he saw the time, it was almost an hour later. Rocky was still laying down before the door. He jumped up and down seeing him as if he'd come home after months.

  “Oh, Rocky,” he whispered. “You're the only one who doesn't care if I'm gay or straight. You're the only one who loves me unconditionally.”

  Chapter 4: Jimmy

  It was the first day of college and Jimmy was excited to start this new chapter in life. Shane picked him up outside his home.