I'm failing my web design course at one of the top universities in the Midwest. It's my second year here and I'm actually majoring in web design but I'm more interested in the design aspects of it not so much the programming. If I wanted to code I would've done computer science. This course is called "Video in Web 2.0 Sites" so I figured it would be about designing those sites but most of the assignments have us coding so I've all but given up. The professor is apparently an expert in the field so he runs a pretty tough class.
The professor is a big guy too; I think he rides motorcycles. He wears the mandatory dress shirts and pants but they're just tight enough—or he's that big enough—for a glimpse of his muscles to be outlined on his arms for his chest to firmly stand out and even for the outline of his crotch to sometimes press against the black or khaki fabric. His hair is close-shaved and greying. On the first day of class he told us he has a tattoo on each of his arms but since it's midway through winter semester we've only seen him in long sleeves.
I've gotten to the point where instead of listening to our professor lecture I just fantasize about him having his way with me. By the end of class my cock is trying to push out of my pants but instead of walking over to the nearest bathroom as fast as I can I've lately gone up to the professor after class with my cock totally visible against my skinny jeans and asked him about some random topic that I managed to catch during a lull in my fantasies. This past Friday he said I may as well come to his office hours since I seem so interested in the material. I've spent this weekend getting ready.
I shaved most of my body hair from the little tufts on my chest to the more noticeable hair on my arms and legs to the small bit of hair on my ass and around my asshole. I trimmed my pubes so that there's only a small mound above my cock. I keep my face clean-shaven every other day and I have really short straight brown hair so looking at myself in my full-length dorm room mirror I felt pretty boyish. My cheeks are still full like a kid's even though I'm almost twenty. My lips are full too and my eyelashes are fairly long so I could probably dress like a girl if I was into that. I played sports growing up though and so I'm more into the idea of men playing with men.
I set a towel down on the carpet and rubbed some lube over the fingers of my right hand and started seeing how many I could fit in my asshole. I've never been fucked yet. I haven't even come out. But I've been playing with my ass as long as I've been jacking off so I can stick two lubed fingers all the way in there right away now. And soon after that I can fit three. It's sorta awkward to fit four fingers in your own ass so I never really get that far but sometimes I'll fit three in from one hand and two from another and my ass will start gasping and if I do it enough times I can get a small gape. So far I've only done this for myself.
For an outfit I've settled on my skinniest pair of sweatpants that can be taken off easily along with an old white t-shirt that's been washed so many times it's almost sheer. You can see my nipples through it when the weather's as cold as it is now. I've got a hoodie over it in matching school colors with my sweatpants but I'll take the hoodie off as soon as I get inside the school building where my professor's office is.
My professor told me to meet him at his office at six which is the end of his office hours. I know he lives in town with his wife and that their kids are older than me so they're all moved out and so he's able to get to school early and stay late.
He's actually my academic advisor for my major but I haven't met with him yet so it's my first time here. It's in my school's newest building since it's one of my school's newest majors. He's on the fourth floor and his door is closed but I see light from the bottom crack so I knock and say it's me.
"It's unlocked" my professor says. I open the door and see him on his laptop. "Take a seat" he says while gesturing towards a cushiony wheely chair in front of his desk. He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows but I still don't see any tattoos. "You've had a lot of good things to say after class" he says after he closes his laptop "but I looked at your grade and it's much lower than it should be. Why aren't you doing any of the homework?"
"To be honest I've just been having a really hard time concentrating on school lately." And at this moment I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything other than the thought of my professor fucking me. "I'm afraid I'm going to fail some of my classes and ruin my future. I know the semester is halfway over and we've already had the midterm and everything but is there any way I can get my grade in your class to a C?"