New Lesson

Thanks to Idkwhatimdoinghere4 for editing

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"Luca, hi!" I mutter. The excitement and fear are extraordinarily loud in my voice, but he doesn't seem to register them.

My student stood in my doorway waiting for a personal tutoring session just like I had agreed, and the estimation of whether my career could survive this was becoming less in the positive range of calculations. Luca wasn't particularly a bad student, nor a good one either. He would pass if he tried but it wouldn't be an impressive grade, but enough to get a job in the future. When he asked for a private tutoring session, I was surprised and should have told him that my job was to be a lecturer, not a free private tutor. I should have said no, but he flashed me a dazzling smile and I couldn't say anything other than 'of course.'

"Good morning, sir..." He looks at me expectantly with a falling smile when I don't move out of his way. "Can I come in?" He points into the house as I stood in place, scared about the possibility of falling into my student's lap. I nod quickly using his question as an instruction, moving away from my place to allow the younger man into my house.

As if working with him wasn't hard enough, I now watch him walk into my home with a swagger only a cocky young man who knew he was attractive could have. The usual backpack he has swung over one shoulder only made me feel worse about my lustful thoughts, it shows me our age difference and why I should be a better man and not think about a student this way. He is legal, something my conscience keeps whispering to me, but he is still my student.

"Where should we go?" He asks with a smirk, a hand still holding onto the strap of his backpack.

His cheeks are red from the heat outside, highlighting his freckles across the bridge of his nose. He's beautiful, and I had to control myself. I have been single for many years and the thought of someone so beautiful compared to my right hand made my cock twitch with need.

"Upstairs, my office," I respond, a flat smile hiding my inner turmoil.

To keep myself under control, I ran in front of Luca to the stairs. If I had to walk up the stairs and be stuck behind watching his bouncing ass then I might finally fail in keeping my job and attack him with my tongue. I let him walk behind me instead knowing he was probably straight as he seemed to enjoy flirting with the young women who would distract him during lectures.

"Here," I point and walk into the open door to my office where I hear him follow with a heavy-footed stomp.

His bag thumps on the floor as he throws it beside my desk. Knowing he would be here, I had pulled a second chair out from the spare room so we both could sit at my wooden desk. I take my own chair and wait for him to sit beside me, I rub my clammy hands on my trousers trying to pretend I'm not sweaty with lust. He pulls off his outer flannel shirt and shows me the black, cotton t-shirt underneath, like a tease, and sits beside me.

Knowing he got a scholarship for swimming is evident on his body, lean with solid muscles without being extremely bulky. His biceps, even when not flexed, looked to be struggling against the small arm opening. I had never wanted to be a 'gym bro' as the kids say, I wasn't fat but I wasn't built like Luca either. The power in his body manages to force his giant body through the water at record speed,I can only imagine his stamina.

Realising I'm staring, I pull my eyes away from his t-shirt after cursing it silently for obstructing my view. Pulling his chair forward, Luca is now only inches away from me and I try to hide my lustful gaze but he doesn't let me. Moving into my space, he holds my face in his large hands and pulls me to his lips. They are soft, caressing mine but I can't kiss back. Flashes of my career going up in flames cause me to push him back in fear and stand up.

"Luca!" My voice is louder, and more intimidating than I expect, creating a sound I didn't know I could make. "What are you doing? Do you know how much trouble this could cause for both of us?"

Gulping, confusion and fear etched into his pretty face. "What's wrong?" He whispers, his face flushing red in embarrassment.

"What's wrong? Are you serious, Luca?" He hides his face as I shout again but I can see he's gritting his teeth. "I am your professor... What... Did you think I was going to bump up your grade? How dare you!"

He stands tall, and all of a sudden, I am aware he is much taller and stronger than me. I try keeping my authority and not back down, but I am worried about how he could beat me into a pulp if he wanted to. He stands in my face, hurt sparkles in his eyes.

"No, I didn't. I came here to fuck you like I thought you wanted. I'm doing fine to pass your class, why else would I want private tuition? Why would you ask me to come to your house? You look at me like a piece of meat, you don't think I see you? And when I tried to be quiet in hooking up for your fucking job, you invite me here instead of the fucking library, and I'm the bad guy?" He pulls his shirt off the chair and stomps to his bag.

"You want this?" I ask softly, shocked at what's happening.

I wasn't hideous to look at, but Luca was something else. I didn't even know he liked men, and even if he did, why would he want me? He looks furious, and I reach out to his arm without thinking. He looks back at me, and the look in his eyes is terrifying.

"I.. I didn't know, I'm sorry, but..." I gulp down the word vomit that wants to come out of my throat. "I want you, but, If anyone finds out-"

He cuts me off and drops his bag to the floor softly again. "No one will know." His voice is firm and convincing, but does he really know how much this could ruin my life?

He leans into my space again, his soft but large hands holding my neck in his tough grasp. Moving closer to my lips, he kisses me with the aggression still moving his body to act. His kiss is hard and passionate, and I melt into his hands. Pulling his body closer to mine, I need to feel him against me, have him close to me finally after a year of yearning and wanting him. I open my mouth to have his tongue assault mine, moaning into his mouth as he takes me as he likes.

The kiss ends quickly as Luca pulls away for air, pulling his t-shirt off, finally, I can see his body. He's just as strong as I anticipated, the deep 'V' travelling down to under his jeans. I dropped to my knees before he asked or demanded, licking the muscles with a needy tongue. Using my tongue as a map, I swipe my tongue across his salty flesh as I pull at the button and zipper to expose his white boxers.

Pushing me away, I take the rejection painfully until I see he's taking off his jeans and he sits on my chair with his legs wide for me. He looks like a CK model, expecting and wanting,with one hand playing with his half-hard cock hidden by white cotton. Crawling closer to him like a bitch in heat, I don't realise what I'm doing until he chuckles at my eagerness. It embarrassed me until he slid his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to his cock.

I claw at his boxers until he pulls them off, and I can see all of him. His cock is thick, long and uncut, bigger than mine, and bigger than I could have ever expected. I stroke it softly, still in awe of the size, and impact it's having on me. Even though I am his lecturer, fully dressed and holding his cock, I still feel like he has stolen my authority, and I craved to hear him moan and feel his cock pulse as he cums inside me.

"Kiss it, baby." He groans, and I agree by pressing my wet lips to the large head before wrapping my lips around the tip.

He tastes clean but salty, and I love it. I moan as his taste fills my mind and I try to commit it to memory. Using my tongue, I caress the sensitive gland with my tongue and hollow out my cheeks to suck him into my mouth. He groans and my cock twitches in its confines, I want him to feel good, to be impressed with what I can do to him. I use my hand to stroke the part of his cock I can't fit in my mouth, dragging his soft foreskin down to expose the sensitive head to my mouth.

Looking up at him, his head is leaning back and his other hand is playing with his nipples. His panting and groaning mixes with the sounds of my wet mouth sliding and sucking his cock, and it sounds like heaven. A heavy hand pushes on my head and I do as he wishes, opening my throat and taking him deeper. As the tip bumps the back of my throat, I gag and more spit falls from my mouth, but I don't move as I feel his pubes against my nose and his balls against my chin.

When it gets too much, I pull off and cough trying to clear my throat and take in as much air as possible. My eyes are watering, my cock is achingly hard from having his cock deep in my throat, and I feel invincible. I don't give a fuck about my job or my career, I just need his cock deep inside me before this ends.

"Turn around, old man." I'm only in my early forties and I don't feel old, but knowing he thinks of me as an old man does turn me on more. The taboo of the situation makes me feel dirty, and broken for finding this so erotic, but that was for me to unpack another time. Right now, I need my student to fuck me until I can only say my name. Fucking the knowledge out of me until I'm nothing but a fuck toy for a younger, stronger, and bigger man.

I pull my trousers down and drag my boxers with them, exposing myself before turning and planting my face on the carpet. With my ass in the air and my face down, I'm so exposed and open, I love it and I need it. The carpet fibres dig into my knees, face and hands, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying the wet tongue tentatively licking my tight hole. My moans seem to give him more confidence, he laps at my hole before pushing the wet muscle into me.

"Oh, fuck... yes..." I shout, my voice squeaker and higher than I had heard it in a long time. I would be embarrassed by the noise if I wasn't begging for his cock to be rammed into me.

A blunt finger replaced his tongue, dancing around my rim before joining my tongue deep inside me. He pushes his finger inside me without patience, opening me up as he drags his fingertip over my prostate. I can feel my legs shaking and his smirk against my cheek when he knows he's found it. A large, loud splat and a wet feeling against my hole letting me know he'd spat on me, and it made me shiver with how lewd this had become.

A second finger joins the first, scissoring me and opening me for his big cock. I need to thank whoever taught him how to eat and finger ass because he's so well practised that he has left me vibrating and aching for more before he'd even started.

"Ready for me?" He asks with vanity and arrogance twisted in his tone.

"Yes, fuck me." I pant, shaking the fat on my ass to make him stop asking and to just fuck me.

"Beg for it, Sir. Beg for my cock." He laughs, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole.

"Uggg... Please, fuck me. I need it, give it to me, give me your cock, fuck me!" I chant, singing for his ego to give me what I need.

With a soft push, the tip slips inside me,I can feel it stretching me and it's only the tip. He lets me gasp for air before pushing in deeper and deeper until I can feel his cock deep inside my body. It's big enough to make me whimper as he presses a soft, and rather intimate kiss, to my cheek that burns from the heat of the situation.

"You are so fucking tight." He whispers, moving to watch himself pull out of me just to slam back into me.

A choked groan is pulled from my chest as he fills me again so suddenly, but the pleasure of being too stuffed doesn't stop my cock from dripping onto the carpet. He takes my hips in his hands and drags me onto his cock, pushing and pulling me as he wishes to be in me deeply and quickly. He groans, panting as he pounds into me, I whimper and moan in response, getting lost in the pleasure. Nothing could pull me out of this mind-altering pleasure, and if this could last forever then I would want nothing more than to be pounded by the younger man.

The slide of his cock pounds into me quickly now, only pulling out an inch to push back in as he jackhammers into me. He smothers me with his body, forcing me against the floor to help him ride on my ass. I can hear his pants, his words of please falling from his lips pressed against my ear.

"Fuck... Yes..." He sounds completely sexed out, his chest purring against my back.

I couldn't push him off, or fight him even if I wanted to, I just had to lay and submit to his power. He felt so good against me that I didn't want to fight him, I wanted him to have me and to use me as he liked. I felt like such a slut that I couldn't pull myself away from the thoughts of submission.

"How am I meant to keep listening to you now knowing you're just a bottom bitch looking for a strong man to keep you full and fucked?" He whispers and I whimper back in return, unable to speak knowing how I must look. A working professional, a professor with a PhD laying with my hole presented for fucking by my student. I must look so pathetic that it burns my blood close to cumming with his cock still inside me.

With one hand, he keeps himself up and steady, while his other wraps around my throat. His bicep against my throat, as he tenses and his bicep bulges against my windpipe, I can feel the air cut off slightly. Not enough to pass out, but enough to know he decides when and how I breathe. I hold onto his arm, not to pull him away, but to feel and know he can cut me off if he truly wishes. I am nothing but his fucktoy.

The thrusts became more erratic, harder, deeper, and I knew he was close. I need to feel his cock twitch inside me, painting my insides, claiming me as his. I push my ass back as he pulls back to catch his stride and he grunts in pleasure and appreciation. He holds me against him sharply, his bicep holding me tightly and cutting off my air supply as he grunts. His cock twitches inside me, painting me with his seed as he's buried completely inside me. Luca makes me wait for the afterglow to start before he lets me breathe, I'm light-headed and filled with bliss as he slowly pulls out of me.

Unable to move, he spins me around and wraps his hot lips around the head of my cock so quickly that it's a shock to the system. My spine feels like jelly as he sucks my smaller cock down his throat with ease, encasing me with his hot, wet head. It doesn't take long before I'm moaning his name, shaking as I cum down his throat. My limbs feel numb like static is racing through my body in the most delightful way.

A soft laugh pulls me from my afterglow to see Luca starting to get dressed as he laughs at my dead man's stance on the floor. I hadn't been fucked like that since... forever. He ruined me for any other cock in the world. Even with a slight glow, I am thinking about how I can have his cock, how I can have him again.

I sit up and try to copy him but the muscles in my arms are still static. "I'll head out, need to get back before dinner. See you tomorrow, sir." He shouted as he collected his bag and skipped down the stairs before I heard stomping steps run up the stairs. Luca peeks his head over the door with blushing cheeks and a cheeky smile. "Oh, and, you have my number - Let me know if you want to help me with more private tutoring." He winks and leaves again.

The front door slams, and I can't help but fall back onto the floor in awe of what just happened.