My New College Professor Pt. 02

*Everyone in this story is over 18.*

Part One

An hour later, I found myself pacing my apartment more anxious than I think I had ever been. I couldn't bear to respond to Avery as I was leaving the locker room, so I ran back to Tucker and halfheartedly finished my workout. My mind raced the whole time. After we were done, Tucker and I hit the showers and I eyed him in much the same way I had eyed Avery, but found that it didn't affect me at all. Tucker was certainly not unattractive with his blonde hair and leaner swimmer's build, but I didn't find myself drawn to it... or lusting after it.

So it was just my older, huskier professor, then.

We made small talk as we dressed and said our goodbyes as we parted ways. I still had a few hours before my first class, so I walked back to the studio I rented on the outskirts of campus where I found myself replaying Avery's words in my head over and over.

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I was both ashamed and confused. Obviously, he noticed that I was staring at his naked body. That I had made a lame excuse to come back to the locker room specifically to stare at his naked body. And I wasn't even sure why I wanted to stare. Was I gay? Bi? I mean, I've enjoyed sex with girls all my adult life thus far. Had a handful of relationships. And never once thought about another man in a sexual way. Maybe my mind had wandered here and there, but they were, at best, fleeting thoughts forgotten in the span of a couple seconds.

This was no fleeting thought, though. This was consuming. It was fascination, heat, lust... desire. And if I were honest with myself, it burned within me in a way that I had never felt for a girl before.

Professor Avery kept permanent residence in my mind as I went about my day. I sat through another set of new classes, still thinking about Professor Avery's words... and his body. His ass. His cock. Every time the silhouette of his dick entered my mind, my own dick lengthened, preventing me from standing on more than one occasion. I even went for a run after all my classes had finished, and still I thought about him the entire time.

The next morning I awoke with a feeling of dread washing over me. My first class was Principles of Accounting at 9am--Professor Avery's class. How was I supposed to face him after he caught me checking him out in the locker room?

Never one to avoid my fears, however, I got up, did my rowing workout, and headed to class. I decided to act like yesterday never happened. I was a student, he was my professor, that was the extent of it.

I took the same seat next to Tucker and pulled out my textbook and a notebook, keeping myself busy so I didn't stare at the door, waiting for him to enter. Tucker was scrolling on his phone, seemingly oblivious to my arrival.

I almost felt him enter the room before I saw him. The air became noticeably thicker, the tension so palpable it could be strummed like guitar strings. I couldn't help myself but to turn my gaze toward him. He didn't reciprocate but instead set his bag down and began powering up his computer just as he had at the start of our last class. I glanced around the room and noticed I wasn't the only one watching him. His presence was so commanding of attention that every eye in the room was on him.

He began his lecture, and I made a feeble attempt to follow along. I jotted notes without really knowing what I was writing. I kept looking at him, rather than the screen. He was diligent in his presentation though, scanning the room and asking questions to gauge comprehension. I was too still too embarrassed about yesterday to raise my hand, though I knew most of the answers.

Toward the end of his lecture, he posed another question and waited for someone to respond. I was too busy being captivated by his body to listen, so I wasn't sure what was asked. He patiently looked around the room until his gaze locked with mine. Maybe I was mistaken, but there seemed to be an intensity in his eyes that mirrored my own. I felt my heart thump against my ribcage.

"Mr. Johnson?" Professor Avery called out. Every head in the room swiveled in my direction. Great, I thought to myself sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't understand the question," I said after a slight pause. He looked at me quizzically.

"Didn't understand or weren't paying attention?" he challenged. I felt my face flush and I shrunk in my seat. Tucker glanced at me but had no way of coming to my rescue with every eye in the room suddenly on me. Lost for words, I shrugged and wore an apologetic expression. Professor Avery's expression never softened, however.

"Can anyone here help Mr. Johnson out?"

Fortunately, a few girls were finally brave enough to raise their hands. Though whether it was their confidence in their answers or their desire for his attention, I wasn't sure. I didn't even hear what was said, I was too busy contemplating all the ways I have made a fool of myself in just the past two days.

After what can only be described as an eternity, the clock struck 11am and the familiar rustle of paper and books being jammed into backpacks sounded throughout the classroom. I hurriedly stuffed my own belongings away and stood, eager to get out of the suffocating atmosphere of this classroom.

"Mr. Johnson, a word before you go?" Professor Avery called out. My heart dropped. Tucker looked at me with an expression that said "good luck" before leaving. I approached Professor Avery quickly, hoping whatever this was to get it over with quickly. He turned to me with his full attention, his face neutral.

"Mr. Johnson, I think it might be beneficial if we were to discuss your understanding of the material from the prerequisite class to make sure you're not lost when we get to the new material. Could you meet me in my office around 6 tonight?"

If Professor Avery didn't make me so nervous, I might have been slightly offended. However, the prospect of alone time spent with him was enough to make sweat bead along the nape of my neck.

"6? Uh--yeah, sure," I stammered. He gave me one quick nod, grabbed his bag, and left, leaving me still standing at the head of the class. Would this perpetual embarrassment never end?

Back at my apartment, I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. I had about an hour before I was supposed to be at Professor Avery's office, and my nerves were on fire. Suddenly, I had an idea. Maybe if I meet with him after having just came, I wouldn't be so distracted and likely to humiliate myself again. After all, it had been a few days at this point. I jerked off during the drive back to campus (it was a long, boring drive) but that was nearly four days ago.

I grabbed my laptop and opened it to my favorite porn site, pushing my pants down enough for my soft dick to flop out against my abs. I scrolled through the videos, all focusing on women. Women with one man, one woman with multiple men, multiple women with one man, multiple women... five days ago, any of these videos would've made me instantly hard. But now?

Nothing.

I started a few videos and played with my dick, hoping to inspire some life into it, but nothing was working. I even went to my list of saved videos and watched a few of the hottest ones, but I was still limp. Another idea struck me and my first instinct was to shut it down, but it festered until I could no longer ignore it. Maybe this wasn't the kind of porn I needed right now?

Slowly, hesitantly, I clicked the button labeled "Gay" at the top of the homepage, and my screen was immediately filled with dicks. Mostly big ones. I felt a familiar twitch on my abdomen. Jesus, really? I wondered exasperatedly. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take before it triggered a full-on identity crisis.

I scrolled through the videos until I landed on one with an actor with a similar appearance to Professor Avery. He was balls deep in a much smaller blonde boy; the title of the video mentioned a "bear" and a "twink." Given the dense chest hair and overall size, I assumed the larger man was the bear, and the younger-looking boy must be the twink.

The beginning of the video was shot from the bear's POV, and it was only about a minute before the twink was on his knees throating the larger man's dick. I wished I could say that I was completely neutral, even slightly repulsed by what I was watching, but I couldn't deny that my cock was rock hard.

I watched the video in fascination, pumping my cock in rhythm to the bear's thrusts. I wondered what it felt like... both as the bear and as the twink. I closed my eyes and envisioned Professor Avery as I had seen him in the locker room and, without meaning to, I put myself in the boy's position. I was on my knees, staring up at his erect cock, eager to put it in my mouth. I was bent over the bed as Professor Avery lined his huge cock up with my hole, penetrating me slowly as both of our faces twisted in ecstasy.

Before I knew it, I was blowing the most powerful load I can ever remember. The first rope landed on my chin, and then I coated my chest and abdomen in cum. I was breathing heavy, too, the sensation wracking through my entire body and leaving me almost exhausted. I looked at my cum-soaked body, post-nut clarity creeping in as I realized I just came harder than ever while fantasizing about my professor fucking me.

That identity crisis... it was going to hit me hard and fast any minute now.