Meeting his daddy professor (mxm)- 18+ advised

Happy ending

Professor Steele's POV

Fuck, f**k, f**k! What the hell is wrong with me? Ever since he walked into the classroom, I was fascinated by Cole. His version of tip-toeing was so funny to me, that if I wasn't his professor, I might have laughed out loud. This boy seriously has to learn the meaning of tip-toeing. But apart from that, when my eyes fell on his back and his backside, which was so firm, my d**k twitched at the sight. Of course, my dominant side took over and I had to stand right behind him when I questioned him. The shiver that went through him, was so satisfactory to me that all I wanted was to bend him over my knee and spank him. I sighed. "It has been too long since I've done that", I thought. Memories with Elena surfaced through my brain and I winced, denying myself to even think about her. Cole. He was the only one missing from my class, so I figured out his identity. I hadn't seen his face yet, and that somehow irked me. Why wouldn't he turn around? When he cursed, I couldn't stop the growl from my mouth. That was so hot and I imagined every way I could tease this little one before granting him his release. I couldn't get hard in front of everyone, so I had to do something before this gets out of hand. I decided to be cruel, as always. His reaction to my sentence though, made me realize I was too harsh on him. I wanted to comfort him somehow, but I knew right now was not feasible. With his head down to the floor, I still haven't seen his face. I was hoping he would at least peek at me, but at last, that was not the case. I had to continue the lecture before the students could notice my stare at Cole. Just before the class could end, I revised the lecture, by questioning the students. My patience was at its limits since I still haven't seen his face. So, I asked: "Mr. Jones, since you didn't grace us with your presence at the beginning of the class, could you please tell us what you thought about the conclusion of the lecture?" 

His eyes were focused on the floor, not even bothering to acknowledge me. I was angered by his indifference, so I harshly repeated: "Mr. Jones?", but still nothing. I couldn't take it anymore so I shouted: "Mr. Jones, detention with me today by the end of your classes". He suddenly seemed to be out of whatever thoughts he was having, and slowly looked at me. I gulped at the sight of him but masked it with an angry face. It was easier like that. He was so adorable. His thick lashes adorned his baby face, and the chestnut color of his eyes was so warm and inviting. His blondish hair covered a little bit of his forehead, making me want to coo at his cuteness. When he replied to me, I couldn't help but smirk, noticing his submission tendencies. He would be my perfect little baby. With that thought, I seem to snap out of whatever charm he has on me and lash out at him. He quickly got out of the classroom and I seem to find my ability to breathe again. What has he done to me? 

I don't have another class today, so I go to my office to grade some papers. His face is lingering on my mind and I can't seem to escape it. His eyes, his voice, the way his body responded to me. Looking down, I can see that my d**k is standing tall. No one has ever got me that hard without even touching me. I sigh. I try to focus on the papers for the time being and put him at the back of my mind, although I am very tempted to jerk off, my load of work prevents me from doing just that. After several hours, I have completed all the necessary work. Looking at the clock, I have at least an hour before Cole comes here to get through with detention. I am suddenly intrigued by his performance at the university. Did this sort of thing happens often, or was it a one-time thing? I called a colleague with access to his records and after a while, I got my hands on them. Examining his records left me speechless. Cole had straight As, except for two Bs and one C on Poetry. He was an excellent student, but that left me more confused about his behavior today. I guess something must have happened. I am eager to meet with him and getting to know him and that troubles me. Our age difference isn't that big. He must be 19-20, whereas I am 35. But still, I am his professor, and any kind of relationship with students is prohibited if I want to keep my job. Why am I talking about relationships? f**k, he's seriously got under my skin. I don't do relationships ever since she... I shake my head. Not the time. What am I going to do with Cole? 

I need some air to clear my head, so I go to the rooftop, through a door available only to staff, for a little while. As I sit down and admire the view, I am reminded of Cole's detention. I can probably have him do some chores that I have been putting off. That way he is passing his time and most importantly far away from me. Yes. That is what I am going to do. I start my way down to the office and as I am walking down the hall leading to my office, the sight in front of me has my breath taken away. He is so beautiful like that! Oh, the things I could do to him. My teasing comment made him blush and the look of lust that he gave me, even if it was just for a moment, reassured me that the attraction at the very least is mutual. I left him there and went to sit on my desk hurriedly so that he couldn't see my hard-on. I decided then and there, to push his limits a little bit, just to see to what extent does his submissiveness reach. From his response, all I can say is that my little one has quite a foul mouth and that made me beyond angry. Someone has to teach him some manners. Lost in the various ways I could do that, he starts begging me not to report him and the sound of that is music to my ears. Maybe I am a freak, but Cole's beg was so sexy that made me smirk. On a spur of a moment, I remembered him on all-fours and before I could have stopped myself, I asked him to be my slave. I cannot tell you what I was thinking, because apparently, I wasn't. I quickly dismissed him and after he left, I locked the door behind me. I may be going to hell for this, but who cares. It's not like I am the first one to masturbate on the university premises. I literally couldn't go to my car with my c**k that hard. So I sat down in my chair again and opened the zip of my trousers. I freed my c**k from my boxers and closed my eyes. Without even thinking about it, I started rubbing my d**k with my left hand, picturing Cole sitting on his knees in front of me.

"Mmmmm please give it to me sir. I will be your good boy again", he said and stuck his tongue out for me. I grunted, fantasizing about him taking my d**k slowly into his mouth and me grabbing by his head gently pushing him to take all my length. I imagine him choking from my c**k hitting the back of his mouth, and saliva running out of the corners of his lips. Cole being the good boy that he is, wants to please me more, so he starts circling his tongue on my d**k, while choking on it, and that seems to be my trigger because after that I release spurt after spurt of semen on my desk. "f**k", I thought. That has got to be one of the best orgasms I have ever had. After fixing myself, I go to my car and start heading home thinking about this eventful first day. Even though I was hesitant about coming here, it seems that I made the right choice. I am eager to meet Cole on Monday and discuss about it.