Page 1 of Flying Colors
Stop looking at him—he’s yourstudent,for fuck’s sake.
For fuck’s sake. The phrase caused asizzlein my belly button that burned a scalding path to my meltingcore.After barely two weeks of teaching at the college and already I was submerged in filthy fantasies about one of my students.Bradley James.Quarterback of the college football team. Tall, blond, fierce blue eyes that burned a hole through my soul each time he glanced my way—and muscles galore.
The “muscle” I was currently fixated on was the one between his legs. He slouched in his chair, legs stretched out and loosely open. With him in the front row, it blessed me with a fully unobstructed view of his bulging package.
I didn’t lookrightat it—I am a professional and ogling my student’s cock was hardly ethical behavior. I stilllooked—I am human—but I did so discreetly, keeping my head down as I pretended to go over papers at my desk, my glasses perched on the bridge of my nose. But my hazel eyes weren’t interested in what was written on the papers as they inconspicuously slid along the young man’s muscular thighs and crawled all over his crotch.
For a split second, I swore his cock twitched within their snug denim confines. Could his dickfeelmy eyes? Possiblysensemy raging hard-on… my tight assachingto be impaled. Would that get him going? As far as I could tell, he was straight as a board and into pussy—a specific pussy, in fact. Even so, I grew harder at the prospect of such raw sexualtelepathygoing on between our sex organs and the slim possibility that the young man was harboring unexploredtendencies.Now and then, I thought I caught him glancing my waywith interest, but I’m ninety-nine percent convinced it was just wishful thinking. But I’m a man to play the odds, always have been, and I was willing to bet everything on that one percent.
I forced myself to grip the pencil and keep my hands in view—when I really wanted to reach beneath the desk, shove my hand down my pants, and beat off while staring at my student’s big dick.
A pleasant shiver quivered through me, and I flexed my fingers around the pencil—imagining them wrapped around Bradley’s cock. I slowly squeezed my legs together, pressing my throbbing member between my athletic thighs. I shivered as a sweet burning sensation surged through my balls and deeper into my loins. This wasn’t the first time over the last two weeks that I sat here at the front of the classroom, pretending to engage in “teacherly” duties, as I flexed my thigh muscles against my dick and nearly orgasmed while imagining Bradley James under my desk, sucking me off.
Going on thirty, I was easy on the eyes and aging beautifully. I could get cock anytime I wanted. Even somestudentcock, if I so desired. But my interest rested on Bradley James and no one else. Problem being—his sexy-as-fuck girlfriend. With legs up to her neck, tits out tohere,an ass to kill for, and a flowing platinum mane… she was certainly prettier than her name.Pepper Jordan.Made me want to sneeze when I said it. Sneeze-inducing name or not—I couldn’t compete. They were constantly all over each other, practically fucking all the time. Sometimes I fantasize about athreesome.I’m not Bi, per se, but I’m open—and if it would get Bradley’s cock in me… I’d fuck his girlfriend, too.
Besides, Pepper Jordan—achoo—was the kind of girl that made gay men question their homo status. So, yeah… I would be willing to suck her tits and eat her pussy—if Bradley would nail my ass while I was doing it.
My body flushed hot, and I forced my discreet gaze away from Bradley’s crotch. Class was almost over and as much as I enjoyed having Bradley right before me as I played out my fantasies in my head—Ireallyneeded toget off.In the locked bottom drawer of my desk were a fewitemsI kept on hand for times like these. Lucky for me, my class with Bradley was the last class of the day. Once the room emptied, I could lock the door, open the drawer, andstrokemyself to ecstasy with the ingeniousflesh jackI kept stashed away.
For whatever reason, I wasextrahorny this afternoon and my dick throbbed and pulsed in anticipation of the flesh jack engulfing its engorged shaft. The soft, tightcavernslick with lube as it glided up and down… up and down… fantasies of Bradley James riding me like a natural-born cowboy—until I blew my wad into the sex toy.
I took a soft, shuddery breath and let it out on a controlled exhale. My cheeks burned with sexual heat and my shorts damp with “eagerness”.
Just fucking ring already,I silently railed at the bell. I wasn’t typically so eager for the class to end, because that meant no more Bradley James to gaze at and lust over. It washisfault, though, that I needed the class to endnow.My dick bulged my slacks, so hard ithurtto move.
I chanced a glance at Bradley’s face… his lips.Oh fuck, baby, suck my cock… lick my balls… ram that thick cock in my ass and pound away.
I swallowed a shaky gasp and Bradley looked up, seizing my scalding stare.
Fuck!
I looked away and quietly cleared my throat, shifting in my seat as my thighs clenched harder, practically crushing my hard dick.Fuck, I’m going to cum…My eyes drifted again, back to Bradley’s crotch.I swear his bulge is bigger.I could practically see the outline of his dick as it pushed against his jeans.Washe getting hard? Probably thinking about getting out of class and drilling his girlfriend.
I pulled my eyes back and adjusted my glasses—thenjumpedwhen the bell went off.Fuck me.My heart hammered my ribs from the sudden start. I absently nodded at my students as they spilled out of the classroom, but mostly kept my eyes down as even the densest of my students would’ve noticed the sexual fire burning through my hazel orbs.
When the last of the students filtered out, I breathed a sigh of relief, removed my glasses, and rubbed my eyes. I rose from my chair and froze in a half-crouch when I realized one student remained—stare piercing.
Oh, God…
I swallowed hard and straightened to my meager five-foot-eight-inches, struggling to settle into “teacher mode” as I looked at the quarterback still sitting at his desk. “Mr. James…” I cleared my throat, my heart fluttering like a jacked-up hummingbird, too aware of my massive erection. “May I help you with something?” Why was he still here? Had my discreet glances not been sodiscreetafter all? Would he be so bold as to call me out—
“Mr. Lange…” Bradley slid from his chair and stood—all six feet of him, a glorious display of rippling muscles—and smiled. My pulse went from frantic to an abrupt stand-still and I leaned against the desk, trying to appear casual when in truth, I needed it for support. “Youaskedmeto stay after class.” He chuckled, low… deep… so fuckingmasculine.It vibrated through me—straight to my already engorged cock.
I asked him to stay after class…
“This morning,” Bradley reminded me when I stared at him flushed and lost. “In the hall. You stopped at my locker…”
Of course—how could I forget that? I’d become so distracted by my lust and my need forrelease… I’d forgotten he would be sticking around.
“I’m sorry. Of course,” I mumbled, my voice a smidge raspy.
“Are you all right, Mr. Lange?” He cocked his head and squinted, those blue eyes searing holes through my body. “You look a little flushed. Are you feeling okay?”
I’m about to fucking pass out for want of your cock—but yeah, I’m great.
“Uh. Yes.” I looked down at the papers on my desk, my brain clogging up as I struggled to remember why I had asked him to stay after class.
Bradley approached the desk. And that didn’t help my mind clear one bit. “Is there a problem with my assignments? I know I’ve been late turning some in, but…” His words trailed off as he gazed at me with an intensity that blazed through my loins.