My Favorite College Professor
I stopped by his office to "ask him some questions" for a my senior project. I didn't need his help, but he said he had time anyway. He got up and shut his office door. Instead of returning to his desk chair, he stopped next me, turned toward me, and showed me his bulge.
He knew I wanted it. It was practically all I stared at last semester. His history class was boring, but his thick dad bod and bulge turned me on. And he knew it.
Even now, I couldn't stop myself from staring at it.
"This is what you really want, isn't it?" I knew the jig was up.
"Well, come on, touch it," he said.
I looked up at him, full of lust and yearning. I was a horny, 21 year old, jerking off constantly. Understanding that I was gay, but from a conservative, Baptist, southern family - well, my mother was. My dad was pretty chill, I think. He just went along with whatever my mom said. But, because of my mom, I never thought about sex or being with a man sexually as anything other than a fantasy. And here was the icon of my fantasy offering me a chance? I reached up, slowly, and cupped the bulge. It was warm, and heavy.
"You like that? You like feeling that in your hand?"
"Here, let's move this along." He unzipped his pants and pushed his underwear down. Boxer briefs, like the kind my dad wears. A full, massive cock sprang free. It was...majestic. "Come on, stroke me," he said, taking my hand in his and showing me how. "Grip it tight, and then go up and down, boy, just like that. Yeah, that's good."
I turned my chair toward him, and he moved so he was standing between my legs. His fat, hardening, growing cock, as I was stroking it toward my mouth was starting to glisten, and leak. I reached behind the dick I was stroking and lifted the balls he used to fill out his bulge. They surely provided most of the heft I originally felt. I marveled at how they felt so big, rolling around in my left hand. And in my right hand, his cock felt again, so big. Compared to my little dick, and my tiny balls, this was a MAN. All I could do was stare at his giant cock, and the glistening drop of precum forming on the head of his dick.
"You look like you want to suck on it, boy. You want to taste my big dick?" He place a firm hand on the back of my head, and rubbed his way down to my neck, making me look up at him. "Do you want to taste me?"
"Then you need to ask for permission, boy. Do it the right way." His hand caressed the side of my face and neck.
"That's a good boy - suck my cock," he said, moving his hand to the back of my head and pulling me towards him.
I opened wide - as wide as I could - and started to lick, and suck, and to take him as deep as I could. But with limited experience, I didn't get very far. I started choking. I felt my throat resist, quickly, and I felt the tears stream down my face. I was so embarrassed. I just knew if I didn't get this right, he would never let me do this again.
"Damn, I love to hear a boy choke on my big cock," he said.
I instantly felt better about not doing a good job, but I still wanted to please him. I couldn't deny the fact that I didn't even get half of his cock in my mouth. I used my hand to stroke what I couldn't fit in my mouth - I hoped that might make him feel good.
He let me suck him like this for a while, and I was starting to get tired. I never knew how much work it was to suck a dick!
"Alright boy, let's get this down your throat." He gripped my head tighter and began to push harder.
I choked louder, and cried more. My nose was running and I just couldn't do it. I had to concede defeat. "I don't think I can take it."
"Well, sure you can. We have options."
"What...what do you mean?"
"Turn around. I bet I can get your hole loosened up and get allll the way in there."
I was immediately anxious. But I saw him reach into his desk drawer and pull out a small bottle of something called Swiss Army.
"You got me pretty wet, but I'm going to use this on your hole, and we'll see how this works. Drop your shorts and lean over the chair."
I did what I was told to do. I always do. I felt the cold and wet sensation, and a finger start to rub my hole. He put a firm hand on the small of my back. "You stay still, I'm going to get. you opened up."
Two fingers and a lot of pain later, he declared "You're ready," and started pushing something that felt a hell of a lot bigger than his fingers into my ass.
I started to whine. "Ahhhh!!"
"Boy, you better be quiet. I'm still at work."
Fuck. I had forgotten where I was, even though I was looking at the door to his office, and if anyone walked in, they would see me bent over one of his chairs with his massive dick raiding my virgin hole. "Yes sir!" I grimaced, through my teeth.
"OOH, that's it," he said, pushing in a little further. He started rubbing my shoulders and my sides down to my hips. He pushed my shirt up. Suddenly I felt a shiver through my body, his belly against my back, and his big arms wrapped around me.
"That's it boy, you feel it, don't you? You feel my big cock in your hole? You feel me take up space inside you? You feel me stretch your tight hole out? You feel me own you now?"
I couldn't respond. I just moaned. I reached down to stroke myself, but realized I was so damn hard - harder than I have ever gotten myself on my own - that it was a bad idea to touch my tiny dick. I reached further back, past my own balls, to his. To his giant, heavy balls. Hanging low, far lower than mine, and I pulled them forward. Gently, but firmly.
I felt his dick jump, even inside me. It triggered another shiver through my entire body.
"Oh! That's it boy. Play with my balls. You like my balls?"
"Yes sir," I said, meekly, as I played a game of 'squeeze and release' with his balls in my hand.
"Alright boy. Well let me go so I can really break you in." He released the firm embrace his arms had on me and pushed me down, toward the back of the chair.
I released the hold I had on his heavy balls, and thought about how they would be swinging back and forth as he began to rock in and and pull out of me.
The feeling of the tightness and pain had subsided - I really hadn't even felt it because he had been holding me and rubbing my sides. But when he first pulled out, I felt the absence, the gap. But he didn't make me wait long before he filled me back up. When he got all the way in, he made sure to GRIND in, to make sure he was all the way in, and then he pulled out again. Long strokes. Eventually he was fucking me so hard he had pushed me my knees closer and closer to the back of the chair. We had to stop and readjust. He decided he would just keep a really firm hold on me and somehow, even though I felt more constrained, more restricted, I felt more safe. I knew his massive frame and the size of his dick wasn't going to hurt me, even if I had less choice in the matter right now. He was going to protect me, and make me feel good.
And feel good I did, which is why I started to cum. Even without touching my dick, I felt the all too familiar feeling of my dick swelling, and the cum racing to my cock. I felt my ass, stretched open by his dick, now tighten in convulsions, as my load shot out onto the chair below me.
I struggled to keep quiet. I could hear people walking by his office door. The risk of getting caught was so high right now.
I felt him push all the way into me and heard him whisper in my hear "Yeah, baby, milk my big dick, take my load, baby," before he started grunting quietly.
We stayed there for a moment, tangled in each other's breath, finding our own heartbeats, letting my cum get soaked into the chair below me, while his cum was surely being absorbed into my bloodstream, solidifying his ownership of me.
"You're a good boy. A lot of boys whine too much for me. But you're a champ." He started to get up and pulled his still fat, but softening dick from my busted hole.
"Thanks," I said, reaching back to feel an incredible, cummy mess.
It had finally happened! I had finally been fucked. I had lost my virginity, and to a man that I thought was one of the hottest guys on campus. Not the buff football jocks, or the worked out guys. But this total dad bod with a belly and a giant bulge.
He was my Military History professor last term, and I kept coming up with reasons to stop by and ask him silly little questions for my senior project, but finally he saw through them and gave me what I really needed - his giant cock in my tight hole.
"Here. Have some napkins," he said.
"No, thanks," I said. I wanted to squeeze my hole as tight as possible, and carry his load with me everywhere I went, for the rest of the day. I wanted to be marked, as His, for as long as possible.
"Son, have some napkins."
"Where are you? Staring off into space like that?"
"What are you thinking about?"
I looked over at my dad, his usual plaid button down, taut over his belly. It was green today.
"Thanks for bringing lunch. I've got class again in ten, so it's a quick turn around. You headed home after this?"
"Okay. I'll see you at home later." He wiped his mouth and stood up and headed toward the door. It was nothing short of awkward when he caught me staring at his bulge. Again. His khaki pants just bulge at the crotch in a way that I can't help myself. I wondered what my therapist would think if I ever told her I daydream out being fucked by my dad in his office.
"Come on bud, you can't stay in here all day."
"Yes sir." I got my stuff, cleaned up our lunch trash, and left my dad's office so he could go teach his next class.
Later that night, laying in bed, my hand under my covers, in my underwear, rubbing my little dick, my dad came in my room, wearing his boxer briefs. Full bulge on display.
"Hey, champ, I got a question for you."
