It was gay first time, with my hot professor who was so sexy anyone would call him daddy and beg for more. Reader be warned, if you start this, you won't be able to stop.
I sat in the back of Professor Emerson's class like always. I was just a good, straight-A student, quiet and shy. But I had a secret crush on my professor that made me feel like ripping off my clothes and shedding that good boy reputation completely for him. Professor Emerson wasn't just sexy - he was pure, primal, lust-inspiring magnetism all jam-packed into a single man.
He was also recently divorced.
After class, Professor Emerson asked me to do a little project for him. But because he makes me so aroused that I can't control myself, what should've been a simple project turned into a very big mistake.
Well, I thought it was a mistake... until Professor Emerson called me into his office the next day.
In his office, my hot, heartthrob professor confessed he wanted me just as badly. He wanted his favorite student, bent over his desk, earning his A in the hottest possible way.
I was more than happy to oblige. So this is the story, my story, of some of the hottest man-on-man sex I've ever had. This is the story of how I went from good student to bad student who takes his professor all the way in some sweaty, loud, sticky action. This is the story of the professor and his bad boy student.
WARNING: This is a work of gay erotic fiction. It contains explicit descriptions and language of sexual nature between men. All characters in the story are above the age of 18 and consent.
