Chapter 40
Gunner
The minute the professor flung open the front door, Gunner was yanked straight back to freshman year at Branford U, where he spent every lecture imagining himself sprawled naked across his discrete mathematics teacher’s desk, enjoying a private tutoring session.
And Professor Westenburg was damn near Professor Stevens’ twin.
Shoulder-length salt-and-pepper hair. Horn-rimmed glasses. A smile that set Gunner’s pants on fire. All wrapped up in tweed and khaki—a gay academic’s wet dream. On his own, he may have lost his nerve—but with Horatio and Snake there, he was primed and ready.
Gunner set down his empty glass and undressed.
Horatio whimpered.
Snake grinned.
The professor took off his jacket and tossed it aside.
Once again, being naked amidst clothed men made Gunner’s body pulse with desire. He crawled on hands and knees across the Persian rug, stopping when he was wedged between those khaki-covered thighs. Heat throbbed through him as he licked the swollen bulge.
“May I suck it, Professor?” He ran his tongue up the fly.
“Please,” he breathed, looking at Gunner with a mix of surprise and wonderment.
As he unsnapped the professor’s trousers, he noticed Horatio and Snake undoing theirs.
Good.
He’d set up this seating arrangement so all three could see every detail. Tugging the professor’s zipper down, he blinked in surprise as two erect cocks sprang free.
“Oof,” Snake muttered.
“I’m only half Petulian—on my father’s side. But you don’t have to—”
“Sir, I never do anything I don’t want to.”
He held both shafts together and dragged his piercing across each fat crown, tasting the sweet precum that spilled just for him. No surprise—Petulian men tasted like honey.
The professor groaned. “Such a delicious sensation.”
Gunner helped him out of his pants and shoes but left his sexy socks on. He leaned in close. “Would you like to kiss me?”
“Yes, very much.”
His lips were warm. Inviting. While they kissed, he unbuttoned the crisp dress shirt and spread it open, running his hands over thick, furred pecs. Professor Westenburg was a hot Daddy bear in disguise. Gunner wondered if his ass crack was just as hairy and imagined spreading him open to find out.
But first, I’m going to live out my entire fantasy.
Buzzed on men and rum, he kissed down the professor’s neck to his tits, sucking each nipple in turn while he squirmed with delight. Clothing rustled as Horatio and Snake undressed—a sure sign they were enjoying the show.
Gunner nudged the professor’s dicks aside and lavished attention on his swollen sac. Thumb teasing his taint, he sucked each testicle, drawing low moans and gasps. Feeling eyes on him, he glanced up and found all three men watching with rapt attention. He felt alluring. Powerful. And horny as hell.
“I want you to fuck me, Professor.” He stood and pointed to the carved mahogany desk. “Right there.”
“Dear boy, it would be an honor.”
Trying his best to look seductive, Gunner sprawled out on the desk, face up, ass even with the edge. He pulled his legs back, completely turned on and ready to live out his second favorite fantasy.
Getting fucked by Horatio being the first.
“Here, mate.” Snake tossed a bottle of lube to the professor, then slid right next to Horatio and fisted his cock.
“This is so hot.” Horatio grinned at Gunner while he stroked Snake’s balls.
“You three are the most enchanting men I’ve ever met.” The professor crouched. “First, I would like taste you everywhere.”
Gunner lifted his head to watch. While he hadn’t noticed when they kissed, the professor had two tongues—one directly on top of the other.
A few inches longer than a human tongue, he watched the upper lick his balls and felt the lower tease his rim.
Guttural sounds tore from his throat as he gave in to the intense pleasure.
“You are delectable.” The professor plunged both tongues into his hole, stretching him open as they went deep.
His last shred of shyness gave way, and a slew of dirty talk spewed forth.
“Eat my ass, Professor. Mmm, just like that. So wet and deep. Fuck! It’s too good, I need your dick. Fuck me, sir. Fuck my ass.”
The professor slicked the lower cock and pressed the tip against Gunner’s entrance. “Pleasing you will be my finest achievement.”
Gunner smiled as that cock pushed in—slow enough to tease him into a frenzy. The spare nestled into his inner thigh. He pushed it closer so it rubbed against his own erection with each thrust. “Yes, sir, just like that. Fuck me.”
Body rocking against the desktop, the smell of pencil shavings from a nearby sharpener deepened the fantasy. He was back at Branford U, getting pounded by his teacher while two classmates watched—hands blurred as they jacked each other off.
The professor peered at him over his glasses. “I like the way you stare at me during class, Gunner. Like you’re picturing me naked.”
The words tickled his balls. Professor Westenburg not only had dirty fantasies of his own—he was acting them out—pushing the raunch level higher.
“I like how you suck the end of your pen during tests,” Gunner said, playing along.
“I imagine it’s your pretty cock pressing against my tongue.” The professor thrust faster. “Wet and delicious.”
“Your dick feels so good in my ass, but I’d like to try both.”
“Yes, darling. Anything.” The professor eased out, lubed each cock, and slid back in, once again taking his time as if to drive Gunner mad.
When fully rooted, his world shrank. All that existed was the decadent plugged-up sensation in his ass.
Tight but slick. Full but not too full. He’d never imagined taking on two cocks at once.
But it feels so motherfucking good.
Those cocks crushed his sweet spot into submission. He gasped, groaned, bit his lip, and scratched his nails down the professor’s back. More filthy talk flowed.
“I love your dicks, Professor. Fuck me hard.”
He straightened his legs and stretched them up into a wide V, just like a cam boy would. Glancing past the professor’s hot body, he saw his audience stroking each other—eyes wide, mouths open.
Enraptured by the visual he provided.
“Harder, sir. Fuck the cum out of me.”
Firm pounding. Blissful fullness. He came in a rush—hot and hard—balls squeezing. So much jizz shot inside him, he could almost hear the whoosh.
“You beautiful, wonderful boy.” Professor Westenburg lapped away the jizz dotting Gunner’s chest. “And you taste exquisite.” He sucked Gunner’s nipples. “Did I please you?”
Panting like he’d just run a race, Gunner nodded.
“Fucking a student on top of my desk has been a secret fantasy of mine for years. Thank you.” He kissed Gunner’s neck while he eased out, leaving him much too empty.
“No. Thank you.” He ran his fingers through the silvered hair.
A shadow loomed.
“Bloody hell, hope you’ve got one more in you, Reg. I need twin cocks up my ass,” Snake tugged his arm.
“This has to be the most magical day of my life,” the professor muttered as Snake led him to the couch, stumbling and breathless.
Horatio leaned over him, palms flat against the desk. Eyes warm. “Hi, sexy.”
“Hi.” His stomach flipped. “Did you like watching me?”
“I loved watching you.” Horatio’s kiss melted him from the inside out. “You’re the sexiest person I know."
"Stop it."
"It's true." He licked away a drop of cum the professor missed. “How was it?”
Gunner pulled him close and whispered, “The two tongues were fun, but both his dicks didn’t fill me up as much as one of yours. I need you now.”
“Do you want to find a softer spot? Maybe take a rest first?”
He shook his head, ravenous for Horatio. Living out his college fantasy was fucking amazing, but reliving his rock star fantasy was necessary. Gunner wanted Horatio’s full weight on top, crushing his body against the desktop—fucking him until there was nothing left.
Instead, Horatio took him soft and slow. They kissed. Tasted. Breathed each other.
“I can’t believe I just fell into your life,” Horatio rasped.
“I love you so much.” He pressed his calves into Horatio’s ass. “Rail me.”
“No way, baby. I’m putting you on slow burn.”
He played Gunner like his twelve-string. Hips full of swagger, fingers alive with magic, plucking each nerve in his body—he melted into one long orgasm that left him in a dreamy haze. Horatio kissed him one last time before collapsing at his side.
“You’re gonna leave a lake on this guy’s desk.”
“And an ass print.”
Horatio laughed. “Good god damn, I love you. My dirty-talking hottie.”
The professor’s soft groans drifted from the couch where Snake was still riding him.
“He’s living out one of his fantasies, too,” Horatio said.
“Getting laid by a teacher?”
“No. Taking two dicks at once.”
“I love this for him.” Gunner raised his head. Body shimmering in the dim light, Snake bounced on the professor’s lap—a debauched king in all his filthy glory. “That’s hot.”
With a thunderous groan, Snake stilled. “Brilliant, mate. Uh, mate?” He patted the professor’s cheek. “Reginald?” He looked over his shoulder. “I think I killed him!”
Professor Westenburg wasn’t dead—just sound asleep—with a somnolent smile stretched across his handsome face. Gunner removed his glasses and set them on a side table. Horatio tipped him onto his side and placed a pillow under his head.
“Poor guy. He mentioned he hadn’t slept in a while.”
“Should we leave a note?” Gunner asked.
“I will.” Snake pulled a card from his wallet and set it next to the professor’s eyeglasses.
Horatio huffed. “Since when do you have business cards, dude?”
“It’s a calling card. The sign of a true gentleman.”
Gunner leaned over to read it. “Snake Vinter. Professional Dick Tamer. And your phone number. Very subtle.”
“Why be subtle when you can be memorable?” Snake said with a wink.
After collecting the scroll and making sure the professor’s house was locked up tight, they walked a few blocks, drinking in the fresh Petulian air. Gunner couldn’t stop smiling—his whole body hummed with post-orgasmic bliss.