Jake stayed after class like Mr. Harlan told him. The lecture hall emptied fast, doors clicking shut behind the last students. At twenty-two, Jake knew exactly what that look meant when the professor's eyes lingered on his ass during the quiz review.
"Lock the door," Harlan said, voice low and rough. He was forty, thick build, salt-and-pepper stubble, and the kind of arms that stretched his button-down tight. Jake turned the deadbolt and walked back down the steps to the front desk.
Harlan didn't waste time. He grabbed Jake by the belt and yanked him close. "You've been eye-fucking me all semester. Time to do something about it." His hand went straight to Jake's crotch, squeezing the growing bulge through denim. Jake groaned and pushed into the grip.
"Get on your knees," Harlan ordered. Jake dropped.
Harlan unzipped, pulled out a heavy, veined cock already half-hard. "Suck it."
Jake opened his mouth and took the head in, tongue sliding under the ridge. Harlan pushed deeper, one hand on the back of Jake's head. "That's it. Take it all the way." He fucked Jake's throat in steady thrusts, spit dripping down Jake's chin onto the floor. Jake gagged once but kept going, eyes watering, throat working around the thick shaft.
Harlan pulled out after a minute, cock shiny with spit. "Stand up. Pants off." Jake stripped fast, kicking his jeans and boxers aside. His own dick stood straight out, leaking at the tip. Harlan spun him around and bent him over the wide wooden desk. Cold surface pressed against Jake's chest and stomach.
Harlan spread Jake's cheeks with both hands and spit right on his hole. One thick finger pushed in, then two, scissoring open. "Tight little student ass," he muttered. "Gonna wreck it." He added more spit, working the fingers in and out until Jake was pushing back against them.
Then the blunt head of Harlan's cock pressed against the hole. He didn't ease in. One hard shove and he was halfway buried. Jake grunted at the stretch, hole burning. Harlan grabbed his hips and slammed the rest of the way home. "Fuck, yes. Take that dick."
He started pounding right away, balls slapping against Jake's ass with every thrust. The desk creaked under them. Harlan reached around and jerked Jake's cock in time with his strokes, rough and fast. "You like getting fucked by your teacher, don't you? Say it."
"Yeah," Jake gasped. "Fuck me harder."
Harlan did. He changed angle and nailed Jake's prostate on every drive. Pre-cum smeared across the desk from Jake's leaking cock. Sweat soaked the back of Jake's shirt. Harlan's breathing turned ragged, hips snapping faster.
After several minutes Harlan pulled out. "On your back." Jake flipped over. Harlan lifted Jake's legs onto his shoulders and drove back in. This position let him go even deeper. He leaned down and kissed Jake hard, tongue pushing in while his cock kept pounding. One hand wrapped around Jake's throat, not choking, just holding.
Jake came first. His cock pulsed untouched between them, shooting thick ropes across his own stomach and chest. Harlan fucked him straight through it, not slowing. "Good boy. Now take my load."
He buried himself to the root and came with a low growl, cock throbbing as he pumped cum deep inside Jake's ass. He stayed there for a long moment, grinding slow, making sure every drop stayed in.
When he finally pulled out, cum leaked out of Jake's stretched hole onto the desk. Harlan wiped his cock on Jake's thigh, then tucked himself away. "Same time next week," he said. "Don't be late."
Jake stayed on the desk a minute longer, breathing hard, ass sore and full. He smiled.
