It was my second semester that I met Joshua, or rather, Professor Wood. Yes, his name was Professor Wood. Professor Wood was a great teacher, teaching an interesting American Studies class at night. I remember going to his classes Thursday nights at 7pm, getting out at 9:30pm and being ready to burst out of his classroom and go drink and party with my friends. That was the beginning of the semester, but by the end, things had certainly changed.
At first, his soft demeanor, J. Crew style, and strict disciplinary classroom etiquette didn't give him away. It was a month or so into class when I finally heard someone mention how he was probably gay. A slut in our class had apparently tried to sleep with him, to no avail. I laughed off the story and thought to myself, he's cute, but no way.
Joshua, well, Professor Wood at this point was a 5'10 160lbs skinny mixed guy. He looked half African-American, half Caucasian. Good looking, in shape, wearing glasses that made him look dorkier than he needed to, Professor Wood was very much the cute older guy who girls stared at out of the corner of their eyes at Starbucks.
I caught up with him one day and talked to him about a book we were reading in class about the life of a transgendered MtF woman. We spoke about the book and I told him how I really enjoyed his class. He was so friendly, but I was still caught off guard when he asked me to join him in the library if I wasn't busy. I said yes and we went on our way. We talked the entire time he sat at a computer. My friends texted and called me while we conversed, and I ignored all their attempts to get into contact with me.
After that night I made it my determination to sleep with him. Professor Wood was good looking, and half black, who knows, maybe he had a huge cock?
The way it happened was astounding. As I sat at home, 45 minutes away from school, I skipped through the ad site I frequented looking for a sexual partner. One guy had rented a suite at a local Marriott near where I lived, so we exchanged some pics, some emails, a phone conversation, and soon I was on my way.
Wearing a fitted hat and a hoodie over my head when I arrived, Joshua didn't recognize me, but I recognized him instantly. I froze at his doorway, he smiled and said
"It's cool come in, take off your hat and stuff."
As soon as I did he knew it was me. I guess we should have traded face photos, but both of us wanted to remain "discreet" so it didn't happen.
"Wow, Tom, I never would have guessed..."
"Well yeah, I'm a bit surprised too."
We were both lying through our teeth. After we spent that night talking at the library, it was obvious we found each other attractive. I took off my hoodie and walked up to him. He put his arm around my waist and smiled.
"So let's get into this, I've never fucked a student of mine."