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1: Professor's Cumdump

ELIJAH Exams were about to take my life. Mayhap I shouldn't ignore my final structural analysis project for engineering which was due in about three days. The damn calculations had still refused to balance no matter what I did. I had spent the whole afternoon hunched over my laptop, red-eyed and frustrated. My brain felt fried and funky. And it wasn't until I wanted to take out the trash and instead took out my briefcase did I realize I needed to shut it all off. Even if it was just for one night. And it seemed like the only thing that would fix this disorientation was a hard fuck. That was the primary reason I was pushing through the door of the gay bar. For a fuck, and to unwind. The place was loud with people laughing and gyrating on the dance floor. I plugged in my ear buds to avoid the loud music as I ordered a whiskey at the counter. The bartender passed it to me quietly after payment and I moved toward the back. The corridors were my main fav

2: Professor's Cumdump

ELIJAH I was roused from slumber by the ringing six forty five a.m alarm I had set. My hands reached out to slap the screaming clock quiet after which I just lay there in bed staring at the ceiling boards. I barely slept these past few days and my eyes were mercilessly burning badly. It had been way past midnight when I had arrived home in the early hours of the morning. My day had been spent sitting beside Grey at the hospital because he was immobile. His leg was in a cast. And though his face was kind of bruised badly, he kept cracking weak jokes to entertain me and make me stay longer. I couldn’t leave him alone like that. Now I had to see myself to school even when I was as tired as a dehydrated camel. I dragged myself out of bed to do the cumbersome task of brushing my teeth. My blue jeans were pulled on alongside a plain black shirt after a cold shower. Cologne and a scent from my bottles of arab perfumes followed next. My mind went straight back to Mic

3: Professor's Cumdump

ELIJAH Claustrophobic—that was what I always felt anytime I had to set foot at the university campus. The eyes watching me were too many just like the ceaseless whispers about me. Arguments over who I had been with the night before were always a thing. Once there was a fight over who I had fucked in the bathroom stall at a party. I didn't care. Let them talk. I liked being seen. I liked knowing people wanted me, even if most of them couldn't have me. But that was before him. The new professor. Michael Bollin. But all, these were the fun parts because what bothered me were the rules—there were almost always too many of them. And I hated it. As if I didn't thoroughly enjoy breaking each and every rule I happened to come across. It excited me. I have heard people say a million times that I was a reckless piece of shit willing to set relationships on fire and watch it burn. They weren't wrong. That was how I lived, how I wanted to. I slept with whoever

4: Professor's Cumdump

MICHAEL Elijah. The damn boy wouldn’t leave me alone for a moment. His eyes lingered on me at every lecture. He was at every turn I took with that arrogant smirk pasted on his face. And those shameless comments he made publicly every chance he got? They were infuriating considering it was his way of making his desire known to me. I knew well enough that other students had eyes on me just like him. But at least they were discreet. Unlike him, not trying to hide his attraction away like the rest of them. That was what had drawn me to him the first time I had met him at the gay bar. His eyes. They were so expressive. Every single emotion he was feeling in the moment our gaze collided was vivid. And he looked gorgeous up close. The kiss we had shared was even better. If that phone call had not interrupted us that day, it would have been a different story. I would have found it hard to detach myself from the student I had fucked. Elijah would never have

5: Professor's Cumdump

ELIJAH The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle either. The perfect description was the famous 'this is hunger made flesh' line. His mouth crashed over mine with the speed of a predator after prey. His lips were hot against mine, his mouth engulfing my own in his. He devoured me as if he had been starving since the start of his life. I wasn't any better. I gave myself up readily like I had also been waiting for this all along. The truth was I had. I had waited for Michael Bolin for what felt like an eternity in this moment. This was a dream come true. I moaned into his mouth as his desperate tongue slithered into my speech orifice. His hands gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth wider to take more. Our tongues tangoed as I kissed him back with the same fire he gave me. I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled against his, making me cock hard. Our spittles mixed lavishly as his yielding lips plundered every inch of my mouth. This was wrong. And I knew

6: Professor's Cumdump

ELIJAH The ding sound of the elevator opening distracted me from his mouth. His lips never left mine as he dragged me out. We stumbled into the hallway. The salsa we did to the door without being able to fully see where we were going during the kiss must have been quite hilarious to watch. Anyways, the door soon slammed shut behind us after we stumbled into the room. And then he pinned against the wood as his mouth started devouring my neck. “God, you taste—” He bit down on my skin. I moaned. “You want me?” I teased, even though my breath was already tagged. He pulled back just enough for him to meet my eyes through the mask. His voice was low, dangerous. Slurred with heat. “I need you.” Those words. It made my prick hard. Harder than it had ever been in my entire life. "Then take me." That was all the invitation he needed. He stepped back. "Strip," he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons.

7: Professor's Cumdump

MICHAEL The rate my head was pounding with the next morning when I woke was lethal. The morning light came in through the open curtain. And it didn't make it easier. That was because it was hurting my eyes. I stayed still for a long moment. My eyes were just staring at the ceiling. However, my head was trying to piece together all of the events from the night before. Everything came back to me in one go—the drug, the bar, and the masked man. I jerked upright instantly at the recollection. The sheets which were damp with my sweat and sticking to my skin immediately fell and bunched itself around my waist. My eyes darted to my side where the man from last night was lying on his side. The masked man. His eyes were fixed on me. Wide open. He was awake. And the mask? He was still wearing that damn mask. "Good morning," he greeted. "I had a wonderful time last night." There was something suspicious about his pleasantries. Did I mention his voice was f

8: Professor's Cumdump

MICHAEL The kiss was explosive. It was rough this time. And I sank my teeth into his lower lip until he moaned into my mouth. I grabbed Elijah by his arm and pulled him hard against my chest. His body crashed into mine, his cock hard and ready from foreplay. "You wanted this so bad," I growled deeply against his luscious lips. "Now you will be getting exactly what you have asked for." He let out a chuckle. "Don't threaten me with a good time." My brows rose. "We shall see about that." My grip was firm on his arms as I dragged him across the large room. The hotel had a private BDSM suite which was attached to the VIP rooms. And I knew it very well. I pushed the door open and shoved him inside but roughly against the left wall. Inside was dark. The lights were low. Chains and hooks hung from the ceiling and the bed. A large bed was sitting in the middle with built-in restraints at every corner of the posts. Elijah's eyes widened. I bet he had never s

9: Professor's Cumdump

MICHAEL My lips curved in a smirk. He leaned forward in a collapsed doggy position, tired. And now, his cheek was pressed into the bed in a bid to see me clearly from the side view. "You look so pretty like this—desperate and tied down there, already begging to be free from this when we have barely even started." "Please," he repeated. And I climbed back on him and rimmed him again. My tongue went deeper this time before I added my fingers to scissor his hole open while my tongue worked his rim. He was a mess underneath me, moaning and cursing as I brought him to the edge about three more times—stroking his cock, sucking his balls, fingering him hard—then stopping right before he could even reach the finish line. By the fourth time, there were tears shining in his eyes and sweat covered his back. His cock was purple and leaking nonstop. "Please, Michael," he whispered. "I need to cum. I'll do anything. Just let me cum." His blue balls and desperate made my smile to wi

10: Professor's Cumdump

ELIJAH I was wrapped in Michael's strong arms when I woke. And his warm chest was just pressing against my back in a spoon position. I could even feel his cock resting against my ass. I rolled slightly away but carefully so I wouldn't wake him up until I was now lying down on my back. And I noticed that even the room around us still smelt like sex, bodily fluids and the sweat that had dried out from last night. Each anf every inch of my body was aching in the best way possible from everything that he had done to me last night while he had brought me pleasure. I stayed still for a few minutes. My ears were simply listening to his slow and even breathing even while my eyes remained on his face. That was because he looked rather peaceful and not at all like a sadist while he slept. My gaze fell on his cock that was now visible because the blanket had shifted downwards. It was standing tall and proud there. I bit my lower lip. My idle but wandering hand carefully moved down s

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