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  Martin pulled his cock out of his mouth and jerked his cock off wildly. He whispered Jimmy’s name with his eyes closed tight as his hand beat his meat off until it began to turn a little red.

  He closed his eyes and string after string of white cum coated his entire face. Initially, it hit his forehead and then it hit his cheeks and mouth. When he opened his eyes, Martin was holding his cock with a smile.

  “That felt amazing,” Martin said. “Thank you for taking my cock.”

  “Thank you for giving it to me,” he said and began sucking on it greedily as Martin whimpered again from hypersensitivity. “Anytime you need to jerk off, just text me and my mouth will be ready.”

  “Sure thing,” Martin said.

  He rubbed his index finger at the tip of his cock and gathered as much cum as he could. He licked his finger and then sucked on it as Martin's cock shriveled in size. Even when soft, his cock looked enormous. He grabbed some tissue and cleaned his face.

  “Having a relationship with a student is dangerous for my career,” Martin said. “You know that right?”

  “Yes,” he said. His stomach dropped. “It's just a one-time thing then?”

  “No,” Martin said. “If we're going to fool around, then we need to keep it a secret. Don't tell anyone, especially not anyone from college.”

  He nodded and smiled, happiness returning to his face.

  Chapter 7: Shane

  Shane ran into the building and took the flight of stairs. He was late for his appointment with Professor Martin. He was late for everything. Once in high school, he was late to his own birthday party and half of the guests had left, but he knew Jimmy wouldn't leave. He'd looked around the room and Jimmy was nowhere to be found, but then Jimmy came out with the cake and he knew Jimmy would never give up on him.

  Now he turned left and down the hallway. He could see Jimmy outside professor's office waving goodbye to professor Martin. He walked towards Jimmy and hugged him, who looked surprised.

  “Hope it went well,” he said with a smile. “I'll see you in the lecture later.”

  He walked into the office and closed the door behind him.

  “Hello, you must be Shane,” Martin said. “Please have a seat.”

  “Hello Mr. Martin,” he said. “I hope Jimmy did okay with the interview.”

  He took the seat and confidently placed his hands on the desk with a smile. He had come prepared to leave the office only after seducing the professor.

  “Oh, he did much more than okay,” Martin said with a sheepish smile that confused him. “Anyway, let's begin the interview then.”

  Martin asked a few questions, but he seemed distracted. He was listening to his answers but he kept looking away or smiling randomly as if he'd remembered something funny and was trying to forget it.

  “Well,” Martin said towards the end. “That's the end of the interview. I wish you good luck. Now, do you have any questions for me?”

  “Yes,” he said straightening up in his seat. “I'm a very straightforward person. Jimmy thinks you stare at him in the lectures, while I think you stare at me. Which one is it?”

  “I meant the position,” Martin said, shifting in his seat. “Do you have any questions about the position?”

  “No,” he said. “So, were you staring at me?”

  “What if I say yes,” Martin said. “What would you do then? Complain to the Dean?”

  “Of course not,” he said. “I think you're hot. If you think I'm cute, then we shouldn't waste any more time.”

  “Wow,” Martin said. “You don't beat around the bush, do you? Yes, Mr. Irwin. I was staring at you. What are you going to do now?”

  “Good that we got the formalities out of the way,” he said. “How about I suck you off? I bet you’re packing under those tight pants. I spend half the lecture just staring at your bulge.”

  “Hold your horses,” Martin said. “I’m not turned on right now. How about you show me something that makes Martin Junior happy?”

  “Ah,” he said, getting out of his seat and dropping his pants and briefs. “I think I have what you seek.”

  He wobbled over to Martin with his pants around his ankles and bent over Martin’s lap.

  “Do as you wish, professor,” he said. “My ass is all yours to play with.”

  He felt Martin’s cock stir in his pants underneath his chest. His chest swelled with pride that he could make the professor hard just my flashing him his bubble ass.

  Martin took his cheeks into each of his hands and began pulling them apart and then pushing them together. Every time Martin did that, he could feel Martins’ cock struggle under him as if it were a caged animal just waiting to be released. Oh god, Martin must be packing a monster and his holes might not be big enough to fit Martin’s cock inside him.

  Martin began slapping his ass in a rhythmic fashion, creating music of sorts that followed his whimpers of pain and pleasure. He moaned when Martin shoved a finger up his ass.

  “This is what happens when you wink at your professor and distract him in class,” Martin said. “It’s bad enough that I haven’t had sex in months. Now I have to watch you tease me with your eyes and pretty lips in class.”

  “Yes, professor,” he said. “I’ve been a bad boy. Punish me. Teach me a lesson.”

  Martin pushed a second finger inside him and then a third, making him whimper and grab onto him tighter. His whimpering seemed to turn him on, as Martin’s cock was practically fighting with his pants to be let out and join the fun. He unbuckled Martins’ pants with shaking hands and pulled his cock out of his boxers.

  “How is this even possible?” he asked, staring at his cock. “This dick is a monster, and it is so red. It’s gonna destroy my holes, but I love it nevertheless.”

  He licked the precum from the head and licked the slit a couple of times. Martin began fingering him at a faster pace and his body rocked to and fro. He held onto Martins’s cock for dear life as pain and pleasure ran through his lower body. He sucked onto the head and grabbed onto his shaft with both hands. He jerked him off fast and Martin began whimpering as his dick turned redder. Martin fingered him deeper and he began crying out loud from all the pain and pleasure. Martin began kissing his ass cheeks and biting it occasionally. As he jerked him off faster, Marting dug deeper into him.

  “Harder, professor,” he yelled. He whimpered louder with each thrust now. Martin did as he asked and he could feel Martin’s fingers rub against his sweet spot. Now the chair they were on was shaking. Martin’s cock was deep inside his mouth and he could taste his leaking precum.

  “Ah, I’m gonna cum,” Martin yelled with a wrinkled nose, closed eyes and mouth wide open.

  He closed his eyes and closed his lips around his cock. He didn’t want to let a single drop go to waste. Warm cum hit the back of his throat and immediately started leaking from the side of his mouth and onto his face. Martin’s cock grew soft and he slowly stopped jerking it. Martin was still fingering him though, and that seemed to make Martin’s cock jump a couple of times before it finally stopped struggling. Martin pulled out of his pink hole and he got up from Martin’s lap. He smiled at Martin, but Martin was still breathing heavily with closed eyes.

  “Damn,” Martin said. “You horny college boys are going to suck me dry at this rate.”

  He laughed and walked towards Martin but his ass hurt when he moved his legs. He sat in Martin’s lap and hugged him. He could feel Martin’s cock move under his ass.

  “That cock is still moving,” he said.

  “How could it not when you put that tight little ass of yours on it?” Martin asked. “It’s time for you to cum.”

  Martin grabbed his erect cock and jerked him off. He rubbed his ass on Martin’s flaccid crotch and the warmth of Martin’s cock turned him on. He closed his eyes and held onto Martin’s muscled back tightly. After a few minutes of jerking and moaning, he opened his eyes to see that he was cumming onto Martin’s face. When he was done, Martin brought his f
ace closer to his own and they kissed, exchanging the cum on their mouths with flicking tongues. They both then got up from the chair and cleaned up.

  “We can’t let anyone know about this,” Martin said. “I might lose my job.”

  “Of course,” he said. “I won’t tell a soul. It was just a one-time thing for me.”

  “Oh,” Martin said with a frown. “I was hoping we could see each other again, like a date or something.”

  “I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve never been with someone who wanted to see me again. You’re such a good man. Most of the people I sleep with are so deep in the closet with girlfriends, they’d punch me if I ever told anyone. This is new to me, but I think I’d like it. Do you have a girlfriend?”

  “No, I just got divorced.,” Martin said as Shane was walking towards the door to leave. “I’ll text you then. Is that fine?”

  “Yeah, sure,” he said with a smile and a wink.

  Chapter 8: Martin

  Martin’s dick was red and tired, yet he was staring at Shane’s ass as he left his office. What a day it had been. How did he get so lucky? Two twinks were into him and they both blew him one right after the other like there was no tomorrow. He was initially afraid he wouldn’t be able to get it up after he came on Jimmy’s face, but seeing Shane’s taut ass bent over his knees like that got him up instantly. He thought he’d decide who he found hotter after he interviewed them, but he was as clueless now as he was before.

  Jimmy was an innocent twink with a homophobic family. He just wanted to hold him and protect him from any danger. But he already knew what would happen with him. Virgins get too attached until one can’t bear it anymore, or so he’d read and heard all his life.

  On the other hand, Shane was straightforward, funny and played hard to get. When Shane said it was a one-time thing, it broke his heart. He was already trying to find a way to ask Shane on a date. He imagined they’d hold a great conversation, one where Shane would talk about all his exploits and introduce him to gay culture. Also, Shane had given him head that sent him to heaven even when he had just come, and he had ass for days. When he reached home, he looked at both Jimmy and Shane’s number but decided to text Shane.

  “Hey Shane,” he texted with a smile. “I had a nice time today.”

  As he waited for Shane's reply, he began prepping vegetables for dinner with his son, Nate. He was smiling as he cut a cabbage head, thinking about his time with Shane and Jimmy. Every time he remembered something they'd done sexily, he licked his lips and ran a hand through his stubble. He was the happiest he'd been since Alice left him, and he didn't know if it was Shane or Jimmy that made him happy. Maybe it was both, and choosing between them was terrifying.

  The doorbell rang as he was searing the meat. He opened the door and was surprised to see it was Nate.

  “Nate!” Martin hugged him and then looked at his watch. “You're supposed to be here at eight, not six.”

  “I know, dad. I just don't trust your cooking,” Nate said as he entered the living room and looked around. The place was a mess and it was the first time Nate had come over. He had planned to clean it up before he’d come over.

  “I'm sorry the place is a mess,” he said and cleared the pile of clothes from the sofa. “I told you I can cook now.”

  “What's that smell?” Nate asked moving to the kitchen. “Is something burning?”

  He ran into the kitchen and turned the stove off. He turned the meat over to see that it was badly burnt.

  “You weren't supposed to see that,” he said. “I was considering ordering something from a restaurant anyways. It's okay. This burnt one will be mine.”

  “Put on some music and have a seat,” Nate said and Martin began to protest. “I know, dad. Parents are supposed to cook for their children. I like to cook, though. You can be the assistant chef. I'll teach you some of the things I've learned from watching cooking shows online.”

  He watched in awe as Nate cooked Hunter's schnitzel, mushroom cream sauce and French fries in no time. He learned much more from watching him cook than those cookbooks he’d read. Nate seemed passionate about cooking, just like he had been with psychology when he was Nate’s age. Psychology and human behavior were all he talked about with Alice, and Alice had found his passion a turn on. Little had he known back then that his interest in his career would be the very reason he’d have no time for his family, and that she’d leave him because of it.

  “Do you still take medication for social anxiety?” he asked as he set the table. Nate had got that from his mother as a kid. Despite being a psychiatrist himself, he couldn’t convince Nate to take medication. Nate was in denial and finally, when he agreed to take treatment, he’d wanted to go to a different psychiatrist to get a neutral opinion.

  “Yes,” Nate said taking a seat and then serving him. “I wish I’d started sooner. All these years I’ve been a loner in school. Now I have lots of friends and it feels amazing. In fact, I have something to tell you. I was always afraid I’d end up alone. I thought I’d never meet someone due to my social anxiety, but now, I’m finally dating.”

  “That’s great news,” he said with a smile. “You should bring her around here sometime for dinner. What’s her name?”

  “Leslie and Michelle,” Nate said with a nervous look on his face.

  “What?” he asked confused. “Leslie or Michelle? Which one is it?”

  “I’ve been two-timing them,” Nate said after a deep breath. “I know, it sounds horrible, but I didn’t plan any of it. I thought I was in love with my classmate Michelle, but when we started dating, Leslie, who goes to this other school showed interest in me, and I fell in love with her too. I feel like I love them both equally.”

  “You can’t two-time these girls, Nate,” he said. “What if one of them finds out? You have to break up with one of them. You have to pick one. Love and lust are two different things. You may be in lust with both of them, but you can only love one person at a time. I know it’s a hard decision to make, but if one of them finds out, you’ll lose both of them.”

  He couldn’t believe what he was saying. He himself was heading towards the very same situation, and yet he couldn’t choose between Jimmy and Shane. But it sounded so wrong when it came from his son’s mouth. Like father like son, he thought.

  “I can’t imagine living without the other,” Nate said, shrugging. “I’ve tried breaking up with one of them, but whenever I try to say the words, they don’t come out. Instead, I just end up loving them more. I know I can’t two-time them forever, but life without either of them seems so incomplete.”

  “You’re still young,” he said. “You’re in love with the idea of love at this age, not the person. Most of the people your age usually go through a dozen relationships before finding the right one, and each person will teach you something new. By the time you’re ready to settle, you’ll know exactly what you’re looking for in a life partner. Trust me, there are qualities that seem sweet in the beginning, but later in life, you’ll find them unbearable to live with. Just think carefully and pick the one who’ll make your life better.”

  Nate nodded and began eating. Martin then thought about the advice he’d given Nate. What if he applied it to himself? Would Jimmy and Shane move onto someone else since they’re young? Would they also go through a dozen relationships before finding the right one? Or would he be their happily ever after?

  “Have you been taking care of yourself?” he asked as they were cleaning the dishes. “You look thin.”

  “Yes, dad,” Nate said. “I’ve actually gained weight. I’m still growing tall. It gives the illusion of losing weight.”

  “How is your new dad?” he asked.

  “He will never be my dad,” he said and rolled his eyes. “Nobody’s going to take your place, dad. He’s fine. I still hate them both for what they did to you. Are you seeing anyone by the way? I want you to be happy.”

  “No,” he said. “I’ll let you know if that changes.”

>   He knew it would change soon. Would it be Jimmy or Shane, though? Nate would easily like either of them since they were both his age. They’d probably be friends if Nate wasn’t creeped out by his dad dating someone his age that is, and a man. He hoped Nate wasn’t homophobic.

  Chapter 9: Shane

  Shane couldn't walk comfortably ever since Martin fingered him. Even his fingers were thick. Every time Shane walked funny, Jimmy would ask him what's wrong with him, and then he'd remember the pain wasn't there anymore. But every time professor Martin smiled at Shane during the lecture, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was as if he could still feel Martin's fingers up his hole, but he knew it wasn't possible. Were they phantom fingers he was feeling?

  Shane had had many fat things up his butt before, and he'd forget about them as he moved on to other fat things. But now, he couldn't stop thinking about him bent over the professor's lap. Had that really happened? Why couldn't he forget about it? At night he'd go to sleep thinking about Martin and he'd wake up thinking about him. He couldn't remember what he'd dream about, but he was sure Martin was in them. He'd slept with many men before, but they were all his age. Was he unable to forget simply because it was with an older guy this time? Or was it because he was falling for his professor.

  He and Jimmy were at the cafe. Jimmy was talking to him while he pretended to listen. He smiled every time he thought about professor smiling at him in the class.

  “Are you even listening to me?” Jimmy asked, squinting his eyes. “What's up with you these days? You smile and daydream all the time. Is this about a guy?”

  “Maybe,” he said. He couldn't believe he was blushing like a school girl. “I think I like this one guy that I blew.”

  “You blew someone and you didn't tell me?” Jimmy asked, looking disappointed. “You've always told me before. Who is it?”

  “I can't tell you,” he said. “He's a closet case, I think. I thought it'd be a one-time thing and I'd move on, but I can't stop thinking about him.”