Page 6 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)
Chapter five
A Gifted Student
Fletcher
I gaze down at the overgrown man-child sucking on my thumb. What a contradiction. Such a delightful deviation from stereotypes. A refreshing break from expectations.
There’s nothing I enjoy more than having my mind challenged, and I have no problem admitting a false conclusion. What sort of scientist would I be otherwise? My JR-hypothesis had been based on a faulty premise. I’d taken one look at the muscular athlete and assumed him to be a dominant heterosexual—an average ‘dumb jock’. So far, he’s proven me wrong on every point. He’s crushed my assumptions in his giant, gentle fist.
Fascinating.
Have I ever seen a more natural submissive? From the moment he’d dropped to his knees, it was clear how much he craved being taken. JR had practically begged to suck my cock. He’d melted in pleasure while I used his mouth, marked it, dirtied it. Yes, one thing is certain—Bennett was made for submission.
I can see the logic. Submission is an act of surrender. It must be a relief for the undergrad to let go of control, if only for a little while. To empty his mind of the pressures he faces, to relax and just be . A coping mechanism, as it were.
Still, I’m shocked by my own intense reaction. Apparently my enjoyment of a man’s submission is in direct proportion to his size, because my enjoyment of JR is enormous. Gigantic. Colossal . To dominate such a powerful man is exhilarating. That this virile young god would grant me authority over his body—obey my commands—gives me a thrilling rush of pride.
And submission isn’t the only gift I’ve received this evening. My student gave me the priceless treasure of his virgin mouth. He let me be the first to mark him with my cum. He shared with me his first sexual encounter—not because he desires me, but because he trusts me. Such a gift. Such a beautiful, breathtaking gift… one that I am eager to reciprocate.
“You’ve been a good boy for me, Bennett, and good boys get rewarded. Would you like a reward, little man?” I caress the enormous athlete’s curls.
JR nods his head in childlike agreement, continuing to suck on my thumb. A dimple appears on one cheek as he smiles, as if sucking on me was reward enough. He deserves more. So much more. And he’s about to get it.
“OK, baby boy. Let’s move somewhere more comfortable, shall we?” I pull my thumb out of his mouth, tucking my spent cock back into my pants. The football player appears dazed, blinking his eyes as if waking from a dream. I have to help him to his feet and manhandle him down a dim hallway. He’s so blissed out, he’s dopey.
As I search for a quiet nook in the back of the busy club, I consider all the ways I could reward my prized pupil. So many options. There’s the obvious reciprocal blowjob, and spanking is another suitable reward. Subs often enjoy rubbing off on my leg while I redden their ass with the palm of my hand—though JR may be too big to bend over my knee. We could fuck once I can get it up again, although perhaps…? I rarely bottom, but I’m feeling particularly generous this evening—and my obedient boy deserves an extra-special treat. When I glance at the huge blond clinging to my hand, I quickly change my mind. If his cock is half the size I suspect it might be, then that’s more dick than I can handle.
As I duck my head through an open door at the end of the hallway, I find an unoccupied leather couch in an empty room. Perfect. Leading JR to the sofa, I turn him to face me and drop to my knees. My student is about to learn that it pays to obey the teacher.
“I’ll let you choose your reward, Bennett. Would you prefer a handjob or a blowjob? That is, if I may have the pleasure.” I put my hands on the waistband of his jeans, waiting for permission. All that I get in response is a stunned nod. That must mean it’s dealer’s choice. Fine, blowjob it is. After unbuttoning JR’s pants, I pull his jeans and boxer briefs down to mid-thigh.
I stare, trying to form adequate words to describe what I’m seeing. “Bennett, that is simply ridiculous.” Frankly, I don’t know what else to say.
“Sorry, sir.” The football player blushes bright red, rubbing the back of his neck as he shuffles his feet.
I glance up at him in disbelief. “I’m not asking you to apologize. I’m merely commenting. It’s not a criticism, I assure you.”
“You don’t have to, um, y’know... do anything. Not if you don’t want to.” His expression is a strange blend of mortification and lust.
“Nonsense.” I push up my sleeves. “Though it will have to be a handjob-slash-blowjob. My jaw hurts just looking at that monster.”
This hypothesis of mine was correct—JR’s cock is in proportion to his body. His incredibly tall, massively wide body. The astounding length of the athlete’s erection is only outmatched by its girth. I’ve seen redwood trees with less circumference. The colossus stands rigid against his chiseled abdomen. A fat vein pulses along the underside of the shaft, its mushroom head glowing reddish-purple. The cock gives a trembling jerk under my gaze, begging to be touched.
I wrap my hands around the thick base of the beast and guide it toward my mouth. “Verbal consent, Bennett?”
“Yes, sir. Please, sir. Oh my god, oh my god .“ His voice shakes in anticipation.
“Perhaps you should sit down. Fainting would defeat the purpose.” Honestly, the man should carry smelling salts.
JR drops onto the leather sofa, clutching at the cushions as if they’re life preservers. His legs are trembling, his mouth open, eyes riveted on me. He looks like a shaken champagne bottle. I’d better not put too much pressure on his cork .
“Relax, Bennett. Breathe.” I demonstrate, inhaling slowly through my nose.
He gasps a few token breaths. “Um, is there anything I should... I dunno... do? To help or whatever?”
“Just relax and enjoy.” Settling into a comfortable position between his legs, I wrap both hands around his engorged length and stroke it slowly up and down. When this earns me a full-body shudder, my lips curl in a devilish grin. I’m going to take this young man apart.
JR clutches the couch cushions in desperation. “Um... shouldn’t we, like, kiss or something?”
“I have every intention of kissing you, Bennett—but first let’s get these pants out of the way. I need more room to maneuver.” I pull his jeans down to his ankles, then put one hand on either knee and push them apart. Perfect. Nuzzling my nose against his balls, I give them a gentle kiss.
He lets out a strangled yelp, his hips jerking. A bit of an overreaction, if you ask me. I told him I was going to kiss him, didn’t I?
Sucking his sac into my mouth, I roll his balls around on my tongue for several moments. When I finally release them, I flatten my tongue against the base of JR’s erection and lick a path up his thick shaft. The fat head of his cock is begging to be kissed—and I’m only too happy to comply. After lazily suckling on his sensitive frenulum, I circle the head with my tongue then dip it into his leaking slit, lapping up his pre-cum. When I softly blow on the moist flesh, it earns me a low-pitched whimper.
God, I love it when men whimper.
“Oh, Professor.” The athlete lets out a shuddering moan. He sounds completely wrecked, and I’ve just started.
I wrap my lips around his swollen glans, massaging it with my tongue. When I taste another swell of pre-cum, I release his massive cock. I don’t want this to be over too soon. After licking up and down his oversized erection—covering it in a thick layer of saliva—I wrap both hands around the slick flesh. Stroking his length in a steady rhythm, I give open-mouthed kisses to the fat tip before enclosing it with my mouth, sucking. My hands and mouth work in harmony as I attack the monster with tight strokes, powerful suction, and ever-increasing speed and pressure.
JR groans, his head thrown back against the couch. “Professor, that feels incredible . Oh god, please don’t stop. Please… don’t… ever…“ His rambling words grow incoherent, his cries of pleasure becoming frantic as I speed up. Though his entire body is shaking, he continues to grab at the sofa while I have my way with him. After several minutes of intense sucking and stroking, he freezes. “Professor, I’ve got to come! May I come, sir?”
I answer him with a purr of permission, one hand giving his balls a gentle squeeze. JR lets out a loud guttural cry, and a burst of cum hits the back of my throat, followed by another and another. I swallow with a satisfied hum, continuing to milk his orgasm with my hands and mouth as he falls apart beneath me. When he collapses with a final shudder, I release his cock, placing a gentle kiss on the tip.
Sitting back on my heels, I gaze up at my handiwork. JR’s head is sprawled against the couch, his hands still gripping its cushions. He gasps for air as if he’s just sprinted the length of a football field, stunned disbelief covering his face.
“Holy shit, Professor.” He lifts his head, looking at me with wide, unfocused eyes.
“Language, Mr. Bennett.” I wink at him as I wipe the corner of my mouth.