Sunday dawned bright and insistent, pulling Larry from restless sleep with the insistent throb of his cock pressing hard against the sheets, already leaking a steady bead of precum that smeared across his belly. His bladder ached with urgent pressure, so he padded naked into the small bathroom, his slim body flushed with anticipation. He aimed his stiff shaft at the toilet and let the heavy stream gush forth, the hot piss hissing loudly as it splashed, the relief mixing with the erotic charge of knowing John might soon demand more. When the flow slowed to a trickle, Larry lifted his fingers to his lips and licked the last salty drops clean, the sharp taste flooding his tongue and making his cock twitch harder, images of John’s thick pisshole flaring open flooding his mind.

He stepped into the shower afterward, letting the warm water cascade over his smooth skin without bothering with deodorant, wanting to carry only his own natural musk to the professor’s door. After drying off, he pulled on the white boxer shorts that hugged his ass and outlined the curve of his half-hard cock, then the tight T-shirt that clung to his lean chest and the loose sweatpants that would slide down easily at the slightest tug. His hands trembled with nerves and hunger as he left his apartment, the code paper crumpled in his pocket, every step toward John’s building heightening the ache in his balls.

On the parking level he found the elevator to the penthouse, its polished doors sliding open with a soft hiss. With slightly trembling fingers he punched in the code, heart hammering as the car whooshed upward, carrying him toward whatever forbidden lessons awaited above. The scent of his own skin—clean yet faintly musky—filled the small space, and he pressed a palm against his swelling erection through the soft fabric, already imagining John’s commanding eyes and that massive cock waiting to claim him.

The elevator chimed softly as it reached the top floor, and Larry stepped out into a short private hallway, his pulse hammering in his ears. Before he could even raise his hand to knock, the door swung open to reveal John standing there in nothing but a thin gray T-shirt and loose black sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy, thick outline of his enormous cock resting against his thigh, the broad head pressing prominently against the fabric with every subtle shift of his weight.

John’s eyes darkened with approval at the sight of him, and without a word he closed the door behind them, pulling Larry into a gentle but firm embrace. Their mouths met in a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding together in a wet, exploratory dance that tasted faintly of mint and shared hunger, saliva mixing as John’s hands roamed with deliberate patience—first brushing over Larry’s already stiff nipples through the tight T-shirt, then gliding down the curve of his spine to cup and squeeze the firm, muscular swell of his ass, kneading the cheeks with possessive warmth that sent sparks racing straight to Larry’s aching balls.

Larry mirrored the touch, his fingers finding John’s chest and tracing the prominent nipples that stiffened beneath the cotton, rolling them gently until a low rumble escaped the older man’s throat. Yet the pull toward that massive cock proved irresistible; Larry’s hand drifted lower, palm pressing flat against the sweatpants to trace the thick, veined length with aching slowness, feeling the heavy heat radiating through the fabric, the way the shaft pulsed and twitched under his fingertips, its contours mapping out every ridge and the blunt flare of the head that promised so much more.

John slowly broke the kiss, his breath warm and ragged against Larry’s lips, and whispered, “Let’s go to the bedroom; I’d love to see you completely naked.” Larry grinned slightly, his fingers still tracing the heavy outline of that cock through the sweatpants, and said, “I’d like that too.” They moved together down the short hallway, hands lingering on each other’s bodies, until the bedroom door swung open to reveal a wide bed bathed in soft morning light. Their T-shirts came off first, dropped carelessly to the floor, followed by the whisper of sweatpants and boxers sliding down eager legs. Each man stood exposed, drinking in the sight of the other with hungry, unblinking eyes that spoke of weeks of pent-up longing finally given form.

Standing before John was a very well-built, very young man with muscles in all the right places, a beautiful, straight cock with a prominent glans already glistening at the tip, his thick balls resting in a tight-fitting scrotum and freshly shaved so that every smooth contour invited touch. Standing before Larry was a very fit man in his mid-forties with a toned physique, almost no body hair, and very prominent nipples the size of a dollar coin that begged to be sucked. And that incredibly thick and long cock—just over 10 inches—with a long, leathery foreskin: the glans was barely visible, but the wide ring around the tip was clearly visible, the shaft already beginning to swell and lift as John’s pulse quickened. A very faint scent of fresh sweat and a hint of musk from the very large scrotum wafted up to Larry’s nose, making his own cock twitch and leak a fresh bead of precum that trailed down the underside of his shaft.

The air between them thickened with the mingled heat of their bodies, Larry’s slim fingers itching to peel back that foreskin and taste what lay beneath while John’s hands flexed at his sides, already imagining spreading those firm cheeks and burying his tongue deep. Their eyes locked, the weight of the moment pressing down like a shared secret, and Larry’s breath caught as he stepped closer, drawn by the sheer presence of the older man’s arousal.

Their eyes locked, the weight of the moment pressing down like a shared secret, and Larry’s breath caught as he stepped closer, drawn by the sheer presence of the older man’s arousal. John’s voice came low and steady, rich with that commanding warmth that made Larry’s cock twitch visibly. “We’ll take it slow and do whatever you want. Just let me know if you feel like you need to cum—I’m a ‘cum hound’ and I want to swallow it all. And I figure you can cum multiple times. How often do you usually jerk off?” A slow grin curved his lips as his eyes flicked down to the bead of precum still trailing along Larry’s shaft.

Larry blushed a little again, heat flooding his cheeks and chest, but the honesty slipped out easily. “About four times a day.” John lay back on the wide bed without another word, propping himself on the pillows with his long limbs relaxed, that massive cock standing thick and proud against his belly, the long foreskin stretched tight over the swollen head. “Do whatever you want.”

Larry’s mouth went dry with hunger. He climbed onto the mattress and leaned in, pressing his lips to the warm shell of John’s ear, tongue tracing the lobe in slow, wet circles that drew a soft rumble from the older man’s throat. The faint taste of clean skin mingled with a trace of salt, and Larry’s cock gave another eager throb against John’s thigh. He raised John’s right arm and buried his face in the sparsely haired armpit, inhaling the sharp, clean musk of fresh sweat before dragging his tongue through it, savoring the slightly bitter tang that made his own balls tighten. The flavor lingered as he followed the inner arm downward, kissing and licking until he reached those prominent nipples, sucking first one then the other between his lips, rolling the thick nubs with his tongue until they stiffened into hard peaks. John’s breathing deepened, one hand resting gently at the back of Larry’s neck, guiding but never forcing.

Larry moved lower, heart pounding, until his face hovered over the heavy sac. He licked gently across the smooth, tight skin, tasting the salty sweat and something deeper, more primal—the rich, heady essence of John’s arousal that coated his tongue and made him moan softly. His tongue traced the full length of that thick cock next, gliding along the veined underside until he reached the foreskin. With trembling fingers he eased it back, revealing the fat glans glistening with a fresh bead of precum. The scent that rose was pure sex, thick and musky, flooding his senses. He leaned in and licked slowly over the broad head, sucking up the salty-sweet fluid straight from the slit, then sealed his lips around the entire glans, sucking with gentle, rhythmic pulls that made John’s hips shift and his cock pulse hot against Larry’s tongue.

Larry’s tongue swirled lazily around the broad head, savoring the bitter-salty bead of precum that welled up fresh from the slit and the faint, leathery tang clinging to the foreskin’s inner surface. The heavy musk rising from John’s balls filled his nostrils with each breath, a rich, primal scent that made his own cock throb and drip steadily onto the sheets. Yet the pressure building in his gut grew too sharp to ignore; with a shaky exhale he pulled back, lips glistening, and whispered, “Let’s switch.” He lay down on his back, heart hammering, and in one fluid motion John was over him, the older man’s tall frame blotting out the morning light as he lowered his mouth to Larry’s damp armpits. The sharp, clean sweat there coated John’s tongue in a briny film that he licked away slowly, savoring the young man’s natural flavor before moving lower to lap at the stiff nipples, drawing them between his lips with wet, rhythmic pulls that sent sparks racing down Larry’s spine.

Larry moaned louder with each pass of that skilled tongue, his breath fracturing into short, desperate gasps as the sensations layered hot and insistent across his skin. The scent of their mingled arousal thickened the air—musky sweat, salty precum, and the faint alkaline bite already blooming on John’s palate from earlier tastes. “I’m gonna cum,” Larry suddenly gasped, his slim body arching. In a split second John had the precum-slick glans sealed in his mouth, sucking hard and deep as the first powerful spurt erupted across his tongue in thick, creamy ropes. Larry’s moans filled the room, his whole frame convulsing while John swallowed greedily, letting the slightly alkaline, rich fluid coat his mouth before drawing another heavy surge onto his tongue to savor its warm, viscous weight. He hadn’t tasted such a voluminous load in years, and the sheer volume made his own cock twitch untouched against the sheets, the musky scent of Larry’s tight balls rising stronger as the young man shuddered through the release.

John moaned softly around the pulsing shaft, rolling the cum across his palate to spread its heady taste before swallowing again, then licking every last pearl from the slit and the flushed skin beneath. Larry’s breathing slowed in ragged waves, his body still twitching with aftershocks while John’s hands stroked soothingly along his hips, promising the afternoon held far more to explore.

John slowly slid upward, his lips drawing closer to Larry, who willingly parted his lips slightly. John parted his lips, and to Larry’s surprise—but also to fuel his lust—John slowly let a stream of Larry’s cum run into his mouth before kissing him. The thick, warm fluid spilled across Larry’s tongue in slow, viscous strands, carrying that rich, slightly alkaline flavor that made his spent cock give a weak twitch against his thigh. Their mouths sealed together in a deep, messy kiss, tongues sliding through the shared cum as it coated their lips and chins in glossy threads, the taste mixing with the faint mint from earlier and the heavier musk of their bodies. Larry moaned into the exchange, his hands coming up to grip John’s shoulders, feeling the older man’s heart pounding beneath his palms while the cum passed back and forth between them in slick, intimate surges.

John’s heavy cock dragged along Larry’s belly as they kissed, leaving a trail of fresh precum that mingled with the sweat on their skin. The professor’s broad chest pressed down, those prominent nipples brushing against Larry’s own as the kiss deepened, turning wetter and more insistent. Larry could feel the weight of that massive shaft pulsing with need, the long foreskin still partially retracted and the fat head slick against him, but he focused instead on the way John’s tongue chased every drop of cum, sucking it from his mouth with a low growl of satisfaction that vibrated through both of them. The room smelled thick with sex now—salty sweat, the sharp bite of precum, and the lingering creamy scent of Larry’s release—and it made his head spin with fresh hunger even as his body floated in the afterglow.

When they finally broke apart, strings of cum and saliva stretching between their parted lips, John licked a stray pearl from the corner of Larry’s mouth before settling beside him on the bed. His fingers trailed lightly down Larry’s chest, circling one nipple with deliberate slowness while his own cock lay heavy and leaking against his thigh, the wide piss-slit still glistening. “Taste that again?” John murmured, voice rough with approval, his grey eyes locked on Larry’s flushed face. Larry nodded, leaning in to lap at the professor’s chin where more of the load had spilled, drawing the flavor back onto his tongue as the morning light warmed their tangled limbs and the promise of the afternoon stretched out ahead, thick with possibility.

The two men lay still side by side, basking in the post-orgasmic relaxation, their bodies slick with sweat and the lingering traces of Larry’s thick release still gleaming on John’s lips and chin. Larry suddenly asked, “Aren't you going to come?” John smiled and answered, “We'll make it two for one. I'll come after you cum again, and I promise you'll have plenty to swallow.” His fingers gently caressed Larry's nipples, his sweat- and cum-soaked balls, then he said, “Just turn around. Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't like.” Slowly, he licked his way down his back and then licked both of his muscular buttocks. Larry moaned softly with pleasure. Very gently, he pulled the two buttocks apart and looked almost reverently at the small, virgin asshole. His tongue began to slowly lick the outer edges of the hole; the sweat and moisture that had built up in the meantime accentuated the distinctive scent of that area of the body. Very slowly, his tongue approached the hairless hole, and he began to lick it very gently. Larry’s breath hitched at the first wet drag of that broad tongue circling his most private place, the professor’s saliva mixing with the faint musk of his skin to create a slick, intimate heat that made his spent cock twitch and begin to swell again against the sheets. John’s hands spread those firm cheeks wider, thumbs pressing into the smooth flesh as his tongue flattened and lapped with increasing pressure, dipping just inside the tight ring before retreating to trace every sensitive fold, savoring the clean, earthy tang that bloomed stronger with each pass. Larry’s thighs trembled, a fresh bead of precum welling from his slit as the older man’s low groan vibrated against the hole, promising deeper exploration while the massive length of John’s cock throbbed untouched against the mattress, already leaking steadily in anticipation of the load it would soon feed the eager student.

Larry’s thighs trembled, a fresh bead of precum welling from his slit as the older man’s low groan vibrated against the hole, promising deeper exploration while the massive length of John’s cock throbbed untouched against the mattress, already leaking steadily in anticipation of the load it would soon feed the eager student. Larry suddenly felt the urge to let John share in this pleasure. He slowly turned around and said to John, “Please, sit on my face, but very slowly—I want to see every detail.” John understood immediately, and with an expectant smile, he turned around. Before Larry’s eyes stood the thick cock with the large balls, and behind it was a muscular ass, which was also almost hairless, opening up to reveal a well-formed, wrinkled asshole. First, Larry noticed the distinct smell. A mixture of sex, piss, and a new scent that aroused him greatly—the sharp, earthy tang of John’s most private skin mingling with the lingering musk of sweat and the faint alkaline trace of earlier precum that had dripped down his crack.

Larry’s breath hitched as the wrinkled pucker hovered inches from his lips, the tight ring flexing subtly with each shift of John’s weight, the surrounding smooth skin stretched taut over firm cheeks that parted wider under the professor’s own hands. The heavy balls swayed low above Larry’s forehead, their weighty sac brushing his hair as the thick cock hung forward, still half-hard and glistening with a fresh bead at the retracted foreskin’s edge. Larry inhaled deeply, the combined aroma flooding his senses—sharp piss residue from their earlier play, the rich salt of sex-sweat, and that deeper, primal musk that made his own cock surge back to full hardness against his belly. His tongue flicked out tentatively, tracing the outer rim in a slow, wet circle, savoring the clean bitterness that coated it before pressing firmer, delving just inside the yielding ring to lap at the hot, velvety inner flesh.

John groaned above him, thighs tensing as he lowered further, settling his full weight with deliberate care so Larry could feel every detail—the way the asshole clenched and relaxed around the probing tongue, the faint pulse of the professor’s heavy shaft twitching in response, and the way those prominent dollar-coin nipples must be stiffening unseen on John’s chest. Larry’s hands gripped the firm cheeks, spreading them wider to bury his face deeper, his nose pressed against the musky taint as his tongue fucked in and out with growing hunger, the intimate taste exploding across his palate in waves that sent fresh precum spurting from his own slit. The room filled with wet sounds of licking and muffled moans, their bodies locked in this forbidden exchange, the heat of John’s ass enveloping Larry’s face while the young man’s cock throbbed untouched, aching for the next release they had promised to share.

Larry’s hands gripped the firm cheeks tighter, spreading them wider as his tongue traced slow, deliberate circles over the smooth, rounded flesh of those beautiful buttocks. The skin tasted faintly salty from sweat, warm and yielding under his lips as he kissed and licked his way inward, savoring every inch. John’s muscular ass flexed subtly above him, the heavy balls swaying low and brushing against Larry’s forehead with each shift, while the thick cock hung forward, its broad head leaking a steady thread of precum that dripped onto Larry’s chest. The sharp, earthy tang grew stronger as Larry’s tongue edged closer to the center, flicking over the wrinkled pucker with teasing lightness at first, then pressing firmer, lapping in broad, wet strokes that dragged across the sensitive ring and dipped just inside the hot, velvety interior.

John moaned deep in his throat, the sound rumbling through his body and vibrating against Larry’s mouth. The older man’s hips rocked gently, pressing down with controlled weight as his asshole clenched and fluttered around the probing tongue, the tight muscle yielding gradually to the insistent licking. He loved the wet heat of it, the way the handsome young student’s tongue thrust deeper with growing confidence, fucking in and out in slick, rhythmic strokes that sent sparks of raw pleasure shooting up his spine. The thought of Larry’s eager face buried between his cheeks, that youthful hunger driving him to devour the most intimate part of him, made John’s massive cock jerk and swell harder against his belly, the foreskin pulling back further as fresh precum welled from the wide slit. His prominent nipples tightened visibly on his chest, and he reached down to stroke his heavy shaft in slow pulls, rolling the thick length through his fist while Larry’s tongue worked deeper, lapping at the inner walls with hungry intensity that left both men breathing ragged and hard.

The air grew thicker with the mingled scents of sweat, musk, and arousal, John’s low groans turning into throaty encouragements as Larry’s tongue probed relentlessly, the wet sounds of licking filling the room alongside the soft slap of the professor’s hand working his cock. Larry’s own shaft throbbed untouched beneath him, aching and dripping steadily onto the sheets as he lost himself in the act, his slim body trembling with the shared heat of the moment. John’s thighs tensed around Larry’s head, the rimming pushing him closer to the edge he’d promised to hold until the student came again, the slick pressure inside his hole building into a steady throb that made his balls draw up tight.

The taste and the heat aroused Larry so much that he felt another load of cum building up in his balls. He lifted his head briefly from John’s asshole and blurted out, “The next load’s coming.” John reacted very quickly and bent his head down toward Larry’s cock; no sooner had he closed his lips tightly around the head than Larry began to shoot, and once again it was a large amount that filled John’s mouth. Spurt after spurt John gulped down Larry’s white nectar, his heart beating quickly and his own release close as never before. He slurped down the last drops of Larry’s thick and rich cum, then turned and said to Larry, “Now I’ll feed you. Sit up against the headboard and let me feed you.” Larry turned quickly, leaning against the headboard and opening his mouth wide. John neared his giant dick to the open mouth and began to stroke his fat member. The piss-slit only an inch away, he felt the pressure in his balls, breathing sharp he let out a deep moan and felt the contraction of his big balls. Almost as if in slow motion, his large urethra opened and the hot cum flowed out like hot lava from a volcano. Larry moaned with pleasure as the large amount of cum ran into his mouth. Slowly, he took the huge glans between his lips and began to suck. More and more cum flowed into his greedy mouth—a taste of masculinity and lust in equal measure, a smell so intense he had never smelled anything like it before. It didn’t stop; John’s balls seemed to be producing an unimaginable amount of cum. Finally, John exhaled deeply and said, “That’s it for now.”

A long kiss followed, during which Larry and John thoroughly shared John’s cum this time, tongues swirling through the thick, salty ropes as they passed the warm load back and forth until it coated their chins and dripped in glistening strands onto their chests. John had already taken a few sips from a large bottle of water; he was always thirsty during sex. Now he took another big gulp. His cock began to go soft, but it was still quite impressive, and Larry couldn’t get enough of it, his fingers gently tracing the heavy, foreskin-draped length where it rested against John’s thigh.

John felt a familiar urge and said to Larry, “I need to take a piss. Are you staying here, or coming with me?” Larry didn’t need a second to answer. “If I may, I’ll come with you!” Both men went into the bathroom, sweaty and reeking of sex. John suggested they go straight into the large shower; that way, there would be nothing to clean up afterward. They stood facing each other in the large shower, and John said, “I can’t wait much longer—the pressure is too much.” Larry sank to his knees, barely three inches away from John’s throbbing, thick cock, his eyes pleading with John. John pulled back his long foreskin; the large urethra was now clearly visible. He took a deep breath and began to piss. The sight made Larry totally horny; he smelled the hot urine, his mouth moved toward the fat glans as if on its own, and suddenly his lips were closed around the pissing cock, and he greedily swallowed the hot piss.

The strong, bitter stream flooded his mouth in a steady rush, overflowing his lips and running down his chin in warm rivulets that splashed across his chest and belly while his own cock surged back to full hardness, dripping fresh precum onto the shower floor. Larry gulped greedily at the last hot spurts, the acrid tang coating his tongue and throat in a sharp, primal burn that left him dizzy with want, his nostrils flared wide to catch every trace of that pungent, ammonia-laced scent rising thick from the professor’s heavy balls. He swallowed the final drops with a soft moan, his lips pulling off the slick glans with a wet pop as he rose unsteadily to his feet, unsure whether the mix of piss and saliva on his breath would be welcome.

John decided for him at once, pulling Larry close and crushing their mouths together in a deep, insistent kiss, his tongue thrusting past parted lips to lap at the lingering bitterness he found there. A low, appreciative “Hmmm” vibrated from John’s chest as he savored the taste of his own piss blended with Larry’s spit, the shared filth sending fresh heat pulsing through both men while their cocks slid together, slick and throbbing. Larry broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Do you mind the pressure inside me now, you know…”, his voice hoarse with need. John nodded without hesitation, grey eyes dark with hunger, and Larry’s lids fluttered shut as the dam broke—an almost orgasmic rush of relief surging through him while hot piss erupted from his semi-hard cock in a powerful, hissing arc that splattered against the shower wall.

He stood motionless, eyes closed, letting the stream flow freely, the warm relief washing over his belly and thighs in steady waves. The sensation shifted without warning when John dropped to his knees unseen, sealing his lips tight around the still-pissing shaft and swallowing each fresh spurt with thirsty, rhythmic gulps. The professor’s tongue pressed flat against the underside, catching the only slightly salty flow as it flooded his mouth, the sharp scent of urine blooming hotter in the steamy air while Larry’s balls tightened and his cock twitched harder inside that eager suction. John’s hands gripped Larry’s slim hips to steady him, moaning low around the pulsing length as he drank it all down, the warm liquid coating his palate and spilling in thin rivulets down his chin until the last trickle slowed to nothing.

With a deep sigh of satisfaction, John stood up. He grinned. “We should take a proper shower now.” He turned on the faucets, and a warm stream of water poured from the large showerhead above them. They kissed and gently caressed each other’s slippery bodies. Larry asked, “Can I wash you?” “With the greatest pleasure,” John replied. He turned off the water and handed Larry a bottle of shower gel. Larry squeezed a few drops into his palms and began slowly lathering up John’s beautiful chest muscles, working the creamy foam in slow circles over the firm planes and those prominent nipples, feeling them stiffen slightly under his fingertips from the cool touch of the gel. The scent of sandalwood and citrus rose between them as Larry moved lower, gliding his soapy hands across John’s flat stomach and around to the small of his back, tracing the ridges of muscle with deliberate care while John stood relaxed, his tall frame half-turned toward the tiled wall. Water droplets clung to their skin, catching the light in tiny prisms as Larry’s palms slid further, spreading the lather along John’s hips and down the length of his powerful thighs, the gel turning slick and bubbly under the gentle pressure. John’s breathing remained even, a quiet hum of pleasure escaping as Larry knelt to reach his calves and ankles, the warmth of the shower gel mingling with the faint residual musk that still clung to their bodies. When Larry rose again, John took the bottle and returned the favor, his larger hands moving with unhurried tenderness over Larry’s lean chest and shoulders, working the foam into every contour until both men gleamed under the soft overhead light. The simple intimacy of the moment stretched out, their eyes meeting now and then with quiet affection as the water eventually rinsed away the suds, leaving them clean and refreshed.

They stepped out of the shower and toweled each other dry with slow, lingering strokes that still carried traces of the morning’s heat, then dressed in the sweatpants and T-shirts they had shed earlier. Larry was about to leave when he turned at the door, a playful wink lighting his eager eyes. “That was a great lecture, Professor, and with such practical exercises.”

John smiled, pulling him into one last brief embrace, his voice low and warm. “I’d love to teach you more…”

Larry hesitated, cheeks flushing faintly. “I’m a little scared to let you fuck me—I have zero experience with this, and you’re built like a tank.”

John nodded, understanding in his steady gaze. “I can’t argue with that. Try it out at home to see if you even like being stimulated there. Preferably with a smaller dildo. I have one here; I’d be happy to lend it to you, and then we can talk about it next Sunday if you want to come back.”

Larry kissed him gently on the mouth, the faint taste of shared water and lingering musk passing between them, then slipped the smooth dildo into his pocket. “See you next Sunday—I’m already looking forward to it!” The door clicked shut behind him, the promise of another lesson hanging in the quiet hallway like the echo of their mingled scents.

Larry, a student has a crush on his professor.