When I asked Dad how he managed to not fuck anyone at his work conference, he said “Easy, Kid…”

Our team had won the national college bowl for our program and there was an open bar at our hotel with a free round on our professor that had taught us everything we needed to know. One round became two, two became three, and as the rounds went on, there were less and less people still here. I had downed my fourth whiskey and decided to pay my tab. I decided it was a pass to let myself get away with drinking tonight as I’d been eating healthy, putting in the work at the school gym, and had straight A’s. And hey, we just won a national college bowl against the tops schools around the country. As I was paying my tab, Professor Harrison, or Bill as he tells us to call him, walked up next to me. He stood 6’2, late 50s, temples starting to gray , and one helluva dad-bod that I learned to admire throughout these 3 years of the program. “Hey, nice job today, kiddo. You really held us in the final round between Oregon.” He’d said as he clasped my shoulder. God, his touch nearly brought me to a full hard on in my jeans. “Thanks, Bill. Couldn’t have done it without your tough lectures and you grilling me with questions in office hours.” Definitely want him to be grilling something else though. I’d waited for him to pay his tab too and then we walked toward the elevator together. He leaned toward my ear as we walked and said, “I could help you out with more one on one time if you need help with anything at all, kid.” “Hm, kid? I’m 21 now, Bill. I don’t think a kid could have a body like me.” I stopped in my tracks and flexed for him to see all my effort I’d put in the gym. I looked over at Bill and I saw him staring with his mouth agape and wide-eyes as he’d just bared witness to my gun-show for him. “Oh, sorry Bill, I guess I got carried away” It’d been a few seconds before he’d respond. “No, you’re totally right. No kid could have those stud muscles of yours; nor your brains.” He say with a wink. I don’t know if he was subtly flirting because of the drinks we’d all had, but I’m going to take a shot at this since now I’m boned up hard in my jeans. I just hope Bill doesn’t notice. “Thanks, Bill that means a lot coming from you.” God, why can’t I think of anything else to say to him besides that?? We stood there for. couple of seconds until he broke the awkward silence. “Uh, um, why don’t we head up to our floor kid- uh sorry, Alex? It’s pass midnight already and we gotta catch the bus early in the morning to head back to school.” It looks like I missed a chance with my dream man of a professor. “Sure. Let’s go.” It was a silent elevator ride and he walked me to my room. My room was adjacent to his actually, so not a far walk for him. He patted my shoulder and said “Goodnight, Alex.” He said with another wink of his. “Goodnight Bill.” I said with a smile and stare into his ocean blue eyes probably a little too long and then headed into my room. I jumped in bed with my face in my pillow and just screamed. I laid there for about five minutes until I decided to get up and shower. As I let the water run to warm up, I heard my text tone. I looked and it was Bill and there was an attachment to his text. “Like I said earlier kiddo, if you want more one on one time with me, I can help you out with it. And I’m not talking about school this time…” What was he saying? He couldn’t mean what I think he means could he? I scrolled a bit further down and saw video. The thumbnail was him naked on his bed with a pillow under him, and he was dry humping it. It was a short clip, but it was one that made me hard faster than I’ve been hard before. I replayed it so many times that I got another text from him. “You like? This pillow could be you if you come next door right now…” I don’t think I ran faster than I could. I ran over so fast, I left the water and lights on in my room, but it was all worth it since I had dreamed of having this moment with my stud of a professor for the longest time…

Wished he would rub his Lycra bulge in my face 😍😍