Page 4 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)
Chapter three
An Unexpected Treat
Fletcher
I must have lost my mind. There’s no other rational explanation. Never, under any circumstance, do I allow anyone to retake an exam. If word gets out, my students will inundate me with every excuse in the book—from mental health to myopia.
As if my sudden bout of compassion isn’t unsettling enough, there’s the sheer absurdity of having a jock—a jock of all people—clutching me like a football. If any of my colleagues were to walk into my office at this exact moment, they would declare me certifiably insane. And with good cause. I’m allowing this Neanderthal to touch me. Not just touch me—grope me. Not just grope me— paw at me... paw and drool all over me like an overgrown puppy.
Now that we’re up close and personal (the giant is practically humping my leg, for god’s sake), the canine analogy is even more fitting. The undergrad reminds me of one of those huge, cold-weather breeds—a Bernese Mountain Dog or a St. Bernard puppy, the kind with gigantic paws and a tendency to slobber. He can’t be older than his early twenties, and even though he’s massive, he has an air of innocence about him. An obvious desire to please. Boyish blond curls frame a ridiculously sweet face, and those eyes—chocolate brown with gold-tipped lashes—focus on me like I’m the only man in the world. Ugh. I hope he’s paper-trained.
“Thank you so much, Professor!” JR clings to my waist. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. You have no idea!”
I push him off me. “Your gratitude is noted. I’ll reschedule your exam for next Friday, but you must keep this to yourself. Tell no one or there will be severe consequences, understood?” I fix a firm glare on the enormous athlete. It’s helpful when my students are afraid of me.
“Yes, sir. I promise.” He nods, curls flopping.
He radiates such sincerity, I almost pat him on the head. Good lord, what is wrong with me? Next thing I know, I’ll be calling him a good boy and buying him a collar—and I don’t do collars. “Fine. I suggest using coping strategies before your next exam to avoid another complete mental breakdown. You’ve got to get this anxiety of yours under control. You can’t allow it to affect your studies. Am I making myself clear?” I point a finger at the puppy—I mean, undergrad—to show him I mean business.
“Um... coping strategies?” JR asks. “What, like meditation?”
“Meditation, medication, sex—whatever. Choose any stress-reduction strategy that you like. I, myself, can’t tolerate meditation. All that sitting around not doing anything, it’s such a waste of time. Of course, we can’t get you properly medicated by Friday and illicit drug use is out of the question. Sex is your best option. It’s a natural stress-reliever, plus it’s free. Well, I suppose one could pay for it, but in your case that shouldn’t be necessary. Do you have a girlfriend?“ I pause for a moment, waiting for him to respond. Is he incapable of answering simple questions?
My new protégé gapes at me, his fair skin glowing rosy red as he struggles for words. Discussing sex isn’t cause for embarrassment, surely? I may be his professor, but we’re both men. Sex is a simple biological function, not some shameful secret. Honestly, was he raised in a convent?
“No girlfriend? I see. Well, you’ll have no problem finding a willing female, what with your obvious assets.” I allow my eyes to travel over his muscular physique. “I have an assignment for you. Get laid, Mr. Bennett. You’ll give yourself an aneurysm if you don’t blow off some steam. How can you possibly concentrate on your studies with all this tension you’ve got built up? I expect you to have sex at least three times prior to your exam. You can handle that, correct?” I nod my own head, hoping to speed the conversation along.
He nods his head in tandem, then stops and shakes it, his rosy cheeks darkening to crimson.
The look on his face is so mortified, I almost feel sorry for him—or I would, if this wasn’t a complete waste of my time. Undergrads . God, they’re annoying. “What is the issue, Mr. Bennett?”
JR hunches his broad shoulders up around his ears. “I’m kinda not into girls... Shit, did I say that out loud? You can’t tell anyone, Professor—please! If my team finds out I’m gay... If my dad finds out...” He stands up, breathing heavily. He looks like he’s about to faint. Again .
“For god’s sake, control your anxiety.” Must I keep repeating myself? “Why would I tell anyone? I couldn’t care less about your sexual orientation. Your assignment remains the same. Find a willing partner. Find five of them. Screw their brains out. You obviously need to get laid—your stress-levels are sky-rocketing as we speak.”
He pushes the hair off his forehead, gripping it in a tight fist. “The thing is, I’m kinda, um... a virgin? I mean, I’ve kissed girls and, like, touched some boobs and stuff—enough to know that it’s not my thing. But it’s not like I can go find some random guy to get off with. Do you know how fast that would get out?” His deep voice climbs steadily higher.
Wait one moment. Did I hear him correctly?
Could it be possible in this day and age?
Could this twenty-something gay man with the body of a Norse god actually be a virgin ? I rake my eyes over his impressive figure. All those muscles... All those lovely, untouched muscles...
Just because my partners are usually smaller than Bennett (is there anyone who isn’t smaller than JR?) doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate his magnificent masculine form. God, he must be spectacular naked—all that powerful flesh on display. I can picture in my mind’s eye those rock-hard thighs... his muscular ass... a long, thick cock rigid against a six-pack abdomen. Is his dick in proportion to the rest of his enormous body? If so, how big would that be?
There’s only one thing I can do, obviously. I must see this glorious specimen naked for myself. I’m a geneticist, after all. It’s for science. I won’t lay a finger on the innocent man-child—that would cross a line—but that doesn’t mean I can’t study him with my eyes, does it? I will simply observe while other, luckier men explore that beautifully chaste body. What would it be like to witness this virgin god having his first sexual encounter? Would he try to be gentle with his lover, or would he lose control and get rough? Either way, his partner will surely take a pounding from what must be a massive cock. It’ll be breathtaking to watch. A singular opportunity. I can’t pass it up.
A plan forms in my mind as a slow, sinful smile spreads across my face. This evening’s menu of entertainment options has just narrowed itself down to…
One.
Tasty.
Treat.
“Mr. Bennett, you’re in luck.” I gaze at my protégé with half-lidded eyes, licking my lips in anticipation. “I have a solution to your dilemma. I’m a member of a private gentlemen’s club—exclusively gentlemen, if you get my meaning. It’s invitation-only, very discreet. Nobody will know you, and since everyone there has something to hide, your secret is safe. The club caters to a more experienced clientele, though I’m certain we can find a man to your liking. What do you say? Shall I pick you up at seven?”
“ Tonight? “ JR stares at me with panic in his eyes. “You want to get my cherry popped tonight? I dunno, Professor. I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“What would you rather pop—your cherry or a blood vessel? Consider me your mentor, Mr. Bennett. A wingman for the evening. I’ll help you find a nice young man willing to bend over for you. It won’t be difficult, trust me.” I pause, giving my student a wicked grin. “Besides, I’m in the mood myself. Maybe we can find twins.”
The undergrad’s eyes bug out, his face so scarlet it’s a wonder he has blood anywhere else in his body.
I glance downward. Oh, he definitely has blood in another location. If the bulge in his jeans is any indication, he is very interested in having his cherry popped this evening. Good lord, what a bulge. I can’t wait to get my eyes on that monster.
“But, Professor! I can’t just pick up a stranger ,“ JR says in a strangled voice. “What am I supposed to do—walk up to the bartender and ask him to blow me?”
“You could, but bartenders only focus on the tip.” I can tell the joke flew over my student’s head by the look of terror in his eyes. “Calm down, Mr. Bennett. Think of it as just another fitness routine, like cardio or benchwork.”
He holds up his hands as though warding me off. “Sorry, sir, but I usually have my pants pulled up when I’m spotting someone. There’s no way I can pick up some rando and convince him to... what? Go home with me?”
I snort at the ridiculous notion. “You don’t take them home, silly boy. That’s the point. It’s a sex club, meaning you have sex at the club . We’ll find a semi-private corner for you, though I’m sure you would attract an appreciative audience if you’re into exhibitionism.”
“Wh-what? Did you—? I... I...” JR’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, his objections finally silenced.
“It’s settled then. I’ll pick you up at seven.” I clap my hands together, conversation over. “I’ll bring condoms and lube, and we’ll discuss your application to my master’s program on the way.”