Stalking My Professor - Part 1: First Day of Class

I can't focus on the lecture; every time my professor's lips move, I imagine them wrapped around my cock with tears in his big brown eyes.

I arived early to my first day of Introduction to Phycology, which meant I had my choice of seats. I had heard rumors that the new psych professor, Dr. Ethan Beltran, was hot, so I chose a seat near the front. Not the fist row, but still close enough that I would get a good view if the board... and the professor, should the rumors prove true.

Eventually the small lecture hall filled with students, and class should have started. But minutes ticked by with no sight of him.

Five minutes after class should have started, the door burst open and a tall, thin man with curly chestnut hair clumsily stumbled in.

"Good morning!" He greeted, his voice laced with an edge of nervousness. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. How has the city been working on that same intersection for 2 months and 17 days? The lack of efficiency in our city government..." he trailed off and took off his black leather messenger bag, carelessly dropping it on the small table next the the podium.

While my fellow students laughed at his awkward movements and unintelligible grumbling, I was focused on other, more interesting details.

The rumors had said he was hot. No. He was GORGEOUS. He didn't look old enough to be a college professor, late 30s at the oldest. His jaw line was razor sharp and featured a stubbled beard, his prominent Adams apple bobbed as he spoke. And his lips... oh God I could feel myself getting hard staring at his luscious pink lips.

I was so busy staring I didn't realize the syllabus was being passed out already.

"Now, I'm sure you're aware the university requires the syllabus to be posted to the student access site," he said, "but I much prefer hard copies. Expect to do most of your coursework on paper." His voice was warm and soft, yet confident in a way that only someone who knew his place could be.

His place, I thought, was on his knees for me.

I took the stack of papers that was being passed back from the front row before handing it back to the student behind me. She was a skinny blonde girl who seemed just as taken by Dr. Beltran's beauty as I was, and I felt a surge of jealous anger. How dare she lust after him! He's mine!

I'd never had thoughts like that before, and the fact that I did then both scared an excited me.

Once the papers were passed out, Dr. Beltran started talking about the basics of the class, what was expected, how he graded, etc. But I couldn't focus on the lecture. Every time his lips moved, I imagined them wrapped around my cock with tears in his big brown eyes.

By the time class was over, I was so hard it hurt. I practically ran from the lecture hall and back to the parking lot where I was parked. Once in my car, I unzipped my jeans and started jerking my cock like the world was ending. I closed my eyes and thought about Dr. Beltran. I thought about how I could grab his unruly hair and force his mouth further down onto my cock.
How I bend him over that table, hold his tie like a leash while I fucked him hard from behind. How his voice would sound screaming and whimpering while I pounded into him.

I came faster than I had in a decade since I jerked off for the first time at 11.

Right then and there I made up my mind. One way or another, I was going to fuck my professor. Whether he wanted it or not remained to be seen.