Page 5 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter four

A Next Level Kink

JR

“Professor, I don’t think I can do this.” I struggle to keep up as Fletcher strides through the dimly-lit club. I want to cling to his side (no way am I letting him out of my sight in a place like this) but I keep getting distracted. I’ve never seen so many half-naked men outside of a locker-room. You’d think we were at the beach, what with all the oiled skin on display. A few men are wearing booty-shorts that show more booty than shorts. There’s even one guy that’s dressed in nothing but a leather jockstrap and a spiked collar. If I swivel my head around any harder, I’m gonna give myself whiplash.

And what’s with all the noises coming from the back? Did I just hear someone crack a whip? There’s so much moaning coming from one room, it sounds like the stage for a porn video. I can even hear a guy getting spanked, which is turning me on for some reason. Seriously, what kind of kinky place is this? I thought Professor Fletcher was taking me to a gay bar or something, but this is some next level shit. Like whips-and-chains next level.

Today’s revelation blew my mind. Hot-as-fuck-Fletcher... gay? Are the porn gods smiling down on me? Because that’s enough spank bank material to last me all year. The teacher-student fantasies alone are endless. I’d thought I was just having another one of my daydreams, but there’s no doubt about it now. No way would a straight guy belong to a club like this. Not only is Fletcher gay, he’s like… advanced gay. Like ‘I could teach you a thing or two’ gay. God, what I wouldn’t give for a lesson like that.

As if Dr. Thomas Fletcher would waste his time on an inexperienced undergrad. The guy could have his choice of any man in the club. Everyone we pass looks at him with hope, like they’d drop to their knees at the snap of his fingers. I sure would. I’d fall down and worship his cock without a second thought. My mouth waters just imagining it. Would the professor glare at me while I sucked him off? Would he make me gag on his dick? Would he say ‘Very good, Mr. Bennett’ after I swallowed his cum?

“Keep up, Mr. Bennett.” He throws a sharp glance over his shoulder as he leads me through the shadow-filled club.

My steps stutter, my dick giving a throb at the command. I’m still so immersed in my daydream, it’s hard to distinguish Fantasy-Fletcher from the Real-Life-Fletcher in front of me.

“Focus, Bennett. Ignore the scenes. We’ll start you off at the beginner’s level with a nice vanilla twink. A blowjob’s a fine starting point. You, over there!” The professor points us toward a tiny figure in the room’s corner, dragging me behind him.

The stranger is almost a foot shorter than me and probably half my weight, his slender body covered in glitter—and not much else. As we walk toward him, the man’s eyes trails slowly over Fletcher as if he’s mentally licking him. When he looks at me, he gasps.

“How may I help you, gentlemen?” The sparkling twink saunters toward us, hips swinging. Though he addresses us both, his gaze never leaves me—or rather, my chest. Now I understand why women complain about having their boobs stared at. Eyes up here, Mister.

The professor smirks at the glitter-covered stranger. “My colleague could use some assistance, if you’re willing.”

The guy’s face lights up as if he’s won the lottery. “What did your friend have in mind? Does he speak or just grunt? I’m open, either way.” The twink’s hands join his eyes on my chest, fondling my pectorals.

“He’s articulate, I assure you,” Fletcher says. “I propose a trade—your lips on him in exchange for the pleasure of having your lips on him. Does that sound fair?”

I feel like a goat being bartered. Or maybe a bull on a stud-farm.

“Mmm… sounds like a deal to me,” the small man purrs. He licks his glossy lips as his eyes wander from my chest to my face. “I’m sooo thirsty ... and you, Big Boy, are one tall drink of tequila. A little salt and lime, and I will suck you right down.”

“Professor!” I grab my teacher’s arm, my voice rising. No way am I letting this rando anywhere near my dick. He looks like he wants to take a knife and fork to it.

“What now, Mr. Bennett?” Fletcher huffs.

My cheeks burn red-hot. Jeez, won’t I ever outgrow blushing? “Um, it’s just that... I don’t know him or anything.”

“Obviously,” my ‘wingman’ says. “The point is to get to know him. Biblically . Good lord, I’ve never put so much effort into courting a student. You’d better be worth it.”

Wait... what?

Court? Who, me ? He couldn’t mean like a boyfriend. As if. Fletcher’s so far out of my league, not even Captain Nemo could survive the trip. Maybe he means like a hook-up, but if that’s the case, what’s with Mr. Glitter? No way does Fletcher want to hook-up with someone like me... but would he consider it, just this once? He’s been so nice to me today—promising to let me retake my exam and trying to help me get laid. Would he do me one more favor?

“Enough,” Fletcher snaps. “We came here for blowjobs and we shall have blowjobs. You—on your knees.”

I drop to the ground so fast, even the twink seems startled.

The professor lets out an exasperated sigh. “Mr. Bennett, I wasn’t referring to you. Honestly, must I draw a diagram?”

“Sorry, sir. It’s just that, I... um, well... I’ve always wanted to, y’know, try? Besides, you’re not just some stranger.” I dart a look at the drooling rando, giving an internal shudder. “I trust you. You’re my teacher. So maybe you could, y’know... teach me?”

Professor Fletcher gazes at me for what feels like an eternity. His eyes narrow in thought, his forehead creased and his lips pinched. Finally, he turns his head towards the sulking, sparkling man. “It seems he’s made his choice. Sorry to have bothered you.” As the twink stalks off, Fletcher turns back toward me, his eyes smoldering. “If you’re sure.”

I nod, saliva flooding my mouth. Holy shit! Is Fletcher really gonna let me suck him off? I can’t wait to get my lips around his cock. I just hope I don’t drool too much—or worse, come in my pants.

“We need to go over some rules, Mr. Bennett.” The professor’s tone is businesslike as he unfastens his belt, though his ice-blue eyes are on fire. “If we do this, I’m in charge. You will do as I say, understood? You won’t grope me. You’ll take what I give you. Are we clear?”

I gulp, agreeing with a quick nod. My heart is beating out of my chest, a second beat pulsing through my groin.

Fletcher unzips his pants, letting them settle around his hips as he pulls out his cock. God, it’s beautiful—circumcised, slightly pink, curving upward. I’ve never been so close to another man’s dick. I’m so ready for it, I’m shaking.

The professor grips my chin with one hand while he strokes his engorged flesh with the other. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, Bennett.”

Shit, that’s so fucking hot. My jaw drops open and I push out my tongue, saliva puddling in the bottom of my mouth.

“Good.” Fletcher’s grip on my chin softens. A pearl of pre-cum glistens at the tip of his shaft, and he wipes it onto my tongue.

I moan as I wrap my lips around his hard flesh before he pulls it away from me.

“Mr. Bennett, are you going to follow my rules or do I have to punish you?” He smacks his cock against my lips, as if he’s scolding me with it.

“Sorry, sir.” I’m so not sorry. Opening my mouth again, I stick out my tongue as far as it will go, begging for a second chance.

He lays his heavy cock onto my tongue, letting me feel its weight. “Mmm... better. So patient. Do you want to suck me, Mr. Bennett? Do you want me to fuck your mouth?” The professor’s eyes pierce into my own.

Oh god, this is torture. Sweet, heavenly agony.

Fletcher grips both sides of my jaw as he feeds his cock into my mouth inch by inch. “There... good boy. Give it a nice suck.”

I close my mouth around his silky flesh, sucking on it in bliss. God, he tastes good. I never imagined a blowjob would be like this. It’s better—so much better. I push myself excitedly onto his dick. Gagging, I swallow and try again.

The hard-to-please man hums in approval. “You like my cock, don’t you? Gagging for it like a good boy. But you don’t have to try so hard, Bennett. Just relax your jaw and let me do the work.” He strokes a hand along my jawline, encouraging me to loosen it while he pumps in and out of my mouth.

I clutch the back of my professor’s thighs, savoring the taste of his cock on my tongue. Every thought and worry floats away as I lose myself in my fantasy-come-to-life.

Fletcher rubs a thumb along the corner of my lips where they’re wrapped around his hard flesh. “Such a sweet boy, Bennett, letting me have your mouth. That’s right, take it. You like taking my cock, don’t you?”

More... I want more. He gives it to me, and I hum in gratitude.

“Yes, that’s good. You’re being so good for me.” His fingers dig into the curls at the back of my head as he thrusts into my mouth over and over. God, I hope he never stops.

At last, he tightens a hand in my hair, tugging it to get my attention. “I’m about to come, Bennett. Do you want to taste me? Do you want me to come in your mouth?”

God , have I ever wanted anything more? I cling to his hips, begging with a moan.

“OK, I’ll give you my cum—and you’ll swallow every drop, understood?” Fletcher grips my head, pounding in faster, taking ownership of my mouth. With a low growl, he tenses before giving a final thrust.

Cum shoots across my tongue, my Adam’s apple bobbing as I struggle to swallow it all. It’s bitter and salty... and I love it.

A trickle leaks from the corner of my lips as he pulls his spent cock from between them. After wiping the sticky liquid up with his thumb, he pushes it back into my mouth. I lick the droplets from Fletcher’s thumb, sucking on it... wishing I could suck on him all night.

“Such a good boy,” the professor says as I drift in a heavenly haze. “Such a very, very good boy. You, Mr. Bennett, deserve a reward.”