Page 2 of Flying Colors
His assignments.Yes.That’s what I wanted to talk to him about.
“Actually… your grades are lagging.”
Bradley shrugged. “Well, we have a big game coming up. The coach has us practicing overtime. It doesn’t leave much time for assignments.”
My mouth felt dry, and I attempted to summon enough saliva to swallow. I forcibly held my eyes above the quarterback’s waist as I helplessly imagined his cock in my mouth,wetting my whistle.I licked my lips and thought I noticed his blue eyes dart to my tongue, following its path across my lower lip. Was I imagining things? Did I want it so bad—wanthimso bad—that I was seeing behavior that wasn’t there?
My damp shorts clung to my swollen erection, each slight movement of my body pulling my focus to the steel rod between my legs.I kept the desk between Bradley and me—for the first time in my life thankful for my reduced height—fearful I might grab his cock out of sheer desperation. I suppressed a laugh; what would he do in such a circumstance? I would never know because I would never execute such a bold move. In my head, I was a horny raucousslut-boywho couldn’t wait to offer his ass to this magnificent specimen before me.
But inreality—people often described me as handsome butshy. I spoke softly and, too often, my voice trembled, and I stumbled over my words. I was amazed I’d forged a career as a college professor. In front of a class, though, I was fine. I spoke clearly and concisely, my voice strong and steady. But one on one—especially in apersonalsituation—I became the timid boy, too shy and awkward to say what I really felt, what I reallywanted.
That’s just as well—in this case, anyway—the quarterback has a young, hot pussy to fuck. You’d just humiliate yourself if you admitted your fantasies.
It was true; I knew it. So, best get this over with so I could deal with my flaming libidomanually.
“You need to make time for your assignments, don’t you think?” By focusing on the matter at hand, I was able to inject some of my professor “persona” into my voice and words. “Your scholarship depends on it.”
Bradley leaned on his arms, placing him an inch or two closer. I swore I could smell his breath, though he wasn’tthatclose. Still, I imagined it smelled like spearmint. He was chewing gum, so perhaps it wasn’t my imagination.
“I would love tooblige, Mr. Lange,” he said, putting an odd emphasis on “oblige” that sent another rush of heat cascading through me. “But like I said, practice takes up most of my spare time right now. Can’t I catch up after the game?” He squinted again, almost playfully, a delicious smile dancing across his lips. “Pretty please?”
Though I had never announced my sexuality at the college, I was fairly certain most of my students wereaware.Had Bradley noticed menoticinghim—and decided to use it to his advantage? How far would he take it? The possibilities filled me with excitement, and I nearly burst in my pants.
Glancing at his gorgeous face, I bit back a whimper. I would pass him for the entire semester right now if he would justfuckme. Unprofessional, I know, but my hungry cock was calling the shots at the moment. Everything about him was infectious, and I started to smile back, then caught myself.
“You know the rules, Mr. James. You must keep your grades up if you want to keep your scholarship—”
“Call me Bradley.”
“What?”
His smile stretched, and he perched on the edge of my desk. “You always call meMr. James.It’s so… formal. All the other professors call me by my first name. Why not you?”
Because I need our relationship to remain formal.I quietly cleared my throat. “I prefer formal. I care about my students and want them to know I’m here for them, but… when things become too relaxed, it’s easy for them to take advantage of ourfriendshipand think it’s okay to slack off. Therefore, I need to maintain a modicum of boundaries.”
Bradley leaned back, eyes narrowing once more, his smile holding. “So, you think if you call me Bradley… I’ll take advantage of that?” He eased forward, his eyes relaxing, opening a fraction wider, awarding me a clear glimpse of his sparkling blue irises. “How might I do that?”
I was lost in the sea of blue, my fevered body desperate for a quick dip in those cool depths. I blinked when I realized we’d both gone silent and were just staring at one another. “Uh… I-I don’t know. I don’t necessarily mean you… specifically.”Fuck.I was losing my poise. What little I had.
“You know…” He spoke with a slightly rough voice, and I shivered from my scalp to the tip of my toes, which curled a bit inside my dress shoes. “You’re a lot different now than when you’re lecturing.”
“How so?”
“You’re less… assertive.”
I avoided his eyes, unsure how to answer; he was right.
“You’re so confident when you’re lecturing.” He inched around the end of the desk. “But here, like this…” The smile that graced his features drove me to my knees—figuratively.The hot and horny slut-boy inside me was ready toliterallygo down. Bradley paused at the last corner of the desk. “… you don’t like confrontation, do you?”
I fidgeted and lightly tapped my short, manicured nails on the desktop. “No, I… I don’t suppose I do.”
The quarterback let out a soft, throaty laugh that ignited every nerve ending in my body. My nails ceased their tapping and my eyes crawled lustfully to his face. Could he detect the slut within?
Of course, he can—he’s a man, for god’s sake! They’re all born with a functioning slut radar—even when it comes to gay sluts.
“I’m not a confrontational guy.” He shrugged. “Except on the field. But I’m not on the field.” He eased around the last corner of the desk. I felt trapped, though I wasn’t… not really… except by my own want of him. Bradley flattened his palm on the desk just inches from my hand and supported himself on his arm, head tilted as he stared at my face… close enough I could for sure smell his spearmint breath this time. “Since neither of us likes confrontation… maybe we can work out a little arrangement.”
My belly button tingled… as did my inner thighs… and my inner ass muscles quivered. “What… arrangement?” I couldn’t keep the sexual rasp out of my voice and stared down at my hands rather than look into that sea of blue and become transfixed.
