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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

My other hand tweaks my nipple between my fingers, the sensation shooting pleasure straight to my nuts, causing my dick to leak as I keep jacking myself. The sounds of him moaning around me as I come down his throat reverberate in my ears, and I swear it’s like he’s right beside me.

Behind my closed eyes, he’s hard and needy as I prop him up on my desk and stroke him the same way I’m stroking myself. His neck and cheeks flush, and he tugs his lip between his teeth. In my vision, he’s as close to exploding as I am. Vivid thoughts of him coming all over my hand has my head thrown back, neck taut, as my own release plunders through me like a hurricane.

My balls draw up tight and my cock pulses stream after stream of hot, white cum all over my stomach. A gargled sound between a cry and a groan claws its way up my throat, stars explode behind my closed eyelids, and as I come down from the high, my body melts into my bed. The euphoric feeling is gone in a flash, and I’m left lying there, covered in my own cum, disappointed as fuck in myself for giving in like that.

Fuck this.

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Cash DeMarco

I’m walking through my front door now after an entirely too long day. My third full week as a professor is complete, and I thankfully seem to have a great group of students. Another plus is that I haven’t run into Stone at all this week. Even when I had to head to the office for supplies, he wasn’t in there.

A couple of the other professors asked me to come out tonight. There’s apparently this dive bar across town that plays great live music on the weekends. I’m exhausted as hell, but said I would go anyway, because I need to make some friends here. We’re all meeting up in a few hours, so I have time to eat and shower beforehand.

My shower is short and as I’m pulling on my jeans, my phone rings. It’s my buddy, Branson, FaceTiming me. I accept the call, propping it on my dresser, as I drag my t-shirt over my head.

“What’s up, bro?”

“Cash, my man! How’s the prof gig going?”

“Not bad. It was my second week with students, and it went well. I’m finally starting to feel like I’m getting to know them.”

“Dope. Are you teaching all levels or what?”

“Nah, this semester, and probably all year, I’m doing introduction classes. Which I’m fine with. It gets me used to the role. How’re you guys?”