First Time Secrets (Vol. 3 – A Time for Everything) (2 page)

The Professor's tongue penetrated him and slid along every inch of him, opening his mouth wider as if he would swallow David whole. He thrust his tongue in deeper and David found himself whimpering as he sucked on it. He fed on the man and the wet noises coming from the two of them grew louder and more heated. David felt the strong hands travel down his back to his ass where he cupped David's cheeks and ground his huge hard-on against David's aching cock.

When the Professor's hand moved to the front of his pants and touched him there, he shivered and moaned. His mind was screaming at him to say no, to stop and run away, but his body had betrayed him and he became just a sensation. Charles Kaufman finally was unzipping him and stroking his cock, kissing him ferociously and touching the wet place on the front of his underwear, making him melt like David always knew he would.

The tongue withdrew and David felt his bottom lip quiver. His mouth was empty and he wanted it filled, something to distract him from the fact that his lover was somewhere in this room and yet the dark-haired man that he still yearned for was touching him in ways that Dean would not approve of. His nervousness was mounting and he thought he might be able to disentangle himself, but then the Professor stated the obvious.

“You didn't answer the question, David,” he whispered, and with every word his hand worked up and down, squeezing the precum out of his dick.

“What's the question?”

David's back was pressed up against the shelves behind him now and he didn't know which he wanted more, to run or to slide to his knees and beg to choke on the bulging pole that he couldn't stop dreaming about.

“You're so easily distracted aren't you, sweet boy?”

Professor Kaufman stopped moving his hand now and just held him tight. David cried out in his hand and the Professor smiled wickedly when he felt a new gush of wetness soak his underwear.

“I asked if you were in love, David.”

David gasped - how could he say yes right now? He finally whispered, “I think so,” but knew that was a far cry from the answer that he should be giving.

“Well, then,” the Professor moved his hand slowly up to the waistband of his ruined underwear and pulled it down, exposing his dribbling hard-on finally, “you definitely shouldn't be letting me do this to you, should you, David?”

His voice was mesmerizing and his eyes burned through him and the touch of his palm on David's bare skin made it impossible to withdraw. His breath came faster and faster and he gulped again when he shook his head no.

“But you can't help yourself, can you, sexy boy?” the Professor could have easily made him cum and he knew it. Instead he slowed down his movements and just stroked him slowly, tenderly even, which was even more maddening.

“You have wanted this since the day we first met,” he touched David's testicles now with a soft pass of his fingers - they were drawn up and full of his release. “You knew you wanted to be mine.”

“God, oh no, I can't,” David didn't know what he was responding to, the words or his last effort not to give in to the orgasm that he was holding back.

“Turn around, David,” the taller, broader man easily moved him in the position that he required. David was facing the shelves now, hands gripping the dusty wood and his legs spread apart. Pants now around his thighs, his bare ass was exposed once again to the only man he wanted taking it.

“That's it, beautiful boy,” the Professor's hand still controlled his cock and the rivulet of his clear, salty want bubbled from his slit and ran down, touching the Professor's skin and dripping to the floor. Charles was nibbling the back of his neck now, his sharp teeth scraping along the sensitive skin there and then David heard a wet, slurping noise, and the man's finger, moist from his mouth, was tracing in a slow circle around his asshole. David bit his lip hard to keep from crying out with pleasure.

He turned, suddenly remembering the party and the stranger that the Professor let take over, but this time it was real. It was the man himself and now, after licking the tip of his finger once more, he was inserting his index finger inside David. Stroking his cock with a firm, slow grip with his right hand, opening David's tight hole with his left, the Professor's hot breath on his neck, David didn't know what sensation would push him over the edge, but he knew one of them would.

The finger delved in deeper and despite clamping his mouth shut, a deep noise of pent-up want escaped and he found himself bending over to give the man more.

“You need me inside you. You want that so badly. I can tell, sweet boy.”

The Professor was beckoning now with his finger and only held his cock at the base. David saw that with every motion of the man's digit inside, his dick responded. He was stroking David's prostate, sending the electricity throughout his body and David's body shook in response.

“Let me guess, your little boyfriend is a bottom too, is that it?”

David gasped and shook his head yes, thrusting his ass back. The need to be filled up and hammered into was becoming more than he could control.

“That's too bad, darling boy,” the Professor slid his finger out and David whined to get it back. He removed his hand as well and David turned quickly, shocked that he could be abandoned and left to drip all over himself.

“But, but, don't,” he stammered and immediately felt the fool. The man had known what he was doing all along.

“Something for you to think about when you're with your lover tonight,” the Professor ran his hand through David's hair and pressed the finger that had, just a moment ago been fucking him, against David's lips, before the man sauntered off, back to wherever he had come from, leaving David dangling there, ready to explode and completely ashamed.

His lover would be waiting for him and he couldn't go back to him like this, harder than he'd ever been, shivering and unsure if he was going to cry or cum, David sank to the floor and felt his stomach lurch and listened to his pulse drum in his ears and covered his face with his hands.

After what could have been an hour or maybe only minutes, David's cock had softened enough so that he could zip up and smooth his shirt. He brushed his hair into place and started to wind his way back through the shelves to find Dean once more. He quickly grabbed a few miscellaneous volumes off the shelves, realizing that he had no alibi otherwise for the time. He hated himself right now.

Dean looked up at him and smiled when he returned, whispering, “The fucking creeper is here,” and pointed his head to the left.

David looked over and there, at a table at the opposite end of the room, sat Professor Kaufman and Miles, heads almost touching as they worked. It was too much. David's heart knocked far too loudly and too quickly and he stood up and murmured, “I have to go,” and without another word of explanation, he grabbed his bag and almost ran for the door.

He wasn't fast enough not to notice Professor Kaufman's slow, knowing smile as he passed.

*****

David felt safe in his room, in the dark, with the blanket up over his head. He could finally breathe again and he had almost drifted off when he heard the tap on his door. He didn't want to have the conversation that they were surely going to have.

The expression on Dean's face was calm but there was something different in his eyes when he looked at David. His hands were full of papers and the unneeded books that David had hurriedly taken.

“Here, you forgot this,” was all he said.

“Come in,” David opened the door wider.

“No,” Dean shook his head and David realized that the difference was that his eyes were sad and the thought that he was the cause broke his heart. “I just wanted to give you this, but I can't come in.” David took the pile from his hands and then averted his eyes. “I don't know what that was all about, but when you figure it out, let me know.”

Dean turned to walk away and David touched his forearm, “Wait, I'm sorry.”

“No, you don't get to just be sorry!” Dean's voice was sharp and David had never heard him speak like that before. “Either this means something to you or it doesn't, but I can't fucking see you until you know,” Dean had pulled away and was too far to call out to without everyone knowing too much.

David felt the tears well up and he tossed the stack of papers to the floor and rushed back to his bed, a sea of emotions ate at him, his mind and body at war. Once he started to review the details of the afternoon, instantly, his body won. He saw the Professor and could taste the man's tongue in his mouth again, breathing his breath and reaching up on his tip toes to suck on his tongue the way he longed to suck on his cock, and once again David was fully erect and his dick called for attention.

Tossing his pants aside and ripping off his underwear, David closed his eyes and he was back in the man's arms, his cock wrapped tightly in the Professor's hand, the firm strokes controlling him, the man's tongue entering him, he worked his throbbing hard-on back and forth as Charles Kaufman would and he moaned, loudly, before whispering the name of the man who had just seduced him.

“Charles,” he said it again and now the Professor was behind him and fingering him, opening him, getting him wet and well-lubed for the huge dick that would finally take his innocence. He had never wanted it more and, suddenly in his imagination, he was bare, on his hands and knees, his naked ass upturned and exposed and he was pleading with the Professor to fill him up.

David sucked the tip of his index finger on his left hand, just as Professor Kaufman had and plunged it inside his fluttering asshole while he jerked himself harder and harder. Legs up in the air now, spread wide apart, he imagined the Professor fucking him like this, face to face. Feeding David his enormous cock and shattering through his virginity, opening him up wide and stoking his hunger for more with each powerful thrust.

He fingered himself faster and squeezed his cock harder, wishing it was the dark-haired man who pumped in and out of him. When he imagined Professor Kaufman unloading his huge orgasm inside his ass, he felt his legs shake and he knew his own release would be almost as hard and as long. He could see the Professor staring down at him, black eyes glittering, mouth open, teeth bared, forearms flexing as he ground his hips with every pump, telling him in a low, commanding tone, “Now you're mine, David, you belong to me now.”

David felt his first spurt shoot and splatter on his chest and his voice was far louder and frantic than he ever thought it would be when he panted, “Yes, yes I'm yours, fuck me, take me, oh God.”

Covered in his own orgasm, he rolled to his side, spent and ashamed, still just as anxious as he had been in the library and yet even hungrier. He knew even after his release that he would never sleep that night. Instead, he decided to walk.

He didn't return until his legs ached with the effort and by then he knew what he was going to do. It wasn't an answer, it was a need.

*****

David pressed the doorbell and made himself stay there, on the step, and wait, rather than run in the opposite direction. There was nowhere else for him to go at this point. Dean hadn't knocked on his door once in the last two days and David, unsure if his heart was broken or had never worked properly in the first place, knew that this was where he belonged.

The door opened and the Professor, tall and more handsome than the last time David saw him, if it were possible, smiled, teeth out and David found it less frightening than a turn-on now, imagining those teeth grazing his neck once more. Charles said, “Hello, David, I was wondering if you wouldn't stop by,” he opened the door wider to let him pass, “please, come in.”

“Thank you,” David murmured and walked inside.

The house seemed completely foreign, no throng of other beautiful boys, no bass pumping, windows rattling in their cases, no thick cloud of smoke. It had been transformed into something almost ordinary.

“Drink?” the Professor walked ahead of him and David imagined that he was taking him to the study once more.

“No, thanks,” David paused, reached out and pulled the Professor by his thick, hot hand to his side, surprised at his own strength, then absolutely shocked by the words that came next, “I want to go to your bed.”

The Professor's black eyes were glued to his own big, blue ones and he knew that the cunning animal was calculating something, drawing him in, almost hypnotizing him. David didn't care anymore.

“Are you sure you want to do that, David?” the man's voice was just above a whisper.

David nodded yes. At that moment, it was all he wanted to do.

“Then I'll have to confess,” the Professor still hadn't broken his lascivious stare, “I've thought far more about taking you to my bed than I probably should,” his hand was wrapped firmly around David's now. Establishing his dominance wasn't necessary but the strong pull confirmed it.

“I find you,” he paused, licked his lips and gripped David's hand tighter, “irresistible. Yes, that's it. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I wanted you.”

David's heart lurched in his chest at the confession and decided to make one of his own.

“I haven't stopped thinking about you. No matter how much I've tried,” and his face was hot and flushed, now the man knew how much he'd fought it.

“Then it's settled,” the Professor was leading him now, up the stairs, the noise of their footsteps echoing off the walls matched the thud of his pulse in his throat. “It's meant to be, David.”