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In Theodore Cousin's humble opinion, Professor Prescott Horvath was easily the most fuckable professor at the university. At 31, the professor was classically handsome, with fine features that weren't quite pretty boy but not really ruggedly handsome either. Hair the color of barley and cyan-colored eyes went well with his lightly tanned skin. Well over six feet and a lean build that walked the fine line between too thin and muscular.
More than once Theodore had gotten off thinking about what the professor looked like under those well-cut suits. It didn't help that Prescott was very aware of how attractive he was and had no problem flaunting it, flirting with male and female students alike. In fact, rumors abounded about what team he played for, but no one had been able to make a case for a preference one way or another, so most people just assumed that he was bisexual.
Theodore wasn't so sure. He'd been watching the professor for a long time, and now he had the opportunity for a closer look. Unlike most of the other people who were crushing on Prescott, Theodore wasn't a student who spent his time daydreaming about his psychology professor during class. The 22-year-old undergrad was Prescott's assistant. The little crush that Theodore had when he’d been a student over the last couple years had gotten worse over the last few months as the pair had begun spending more and more one-on-one time together.
Case in point, Theodore was sitting at his desk in the corner of the professor's office, a stack of tests in front of him waiting to be graded, and all he could do was stare at Prescott, thinking of all of the things he'd like to do with and to him:
Get on his knees and blow him right there in that self-important chair until he was hard and begging for release, then ride him until he exploded.
Bend him over the desk and just pound into him until he couldn't sit for a week.
Truss him up, naked, in the quad, and invite anyone who wanted to fuck him to do just that.
Test out the flogger he'd just bought until that pretty skin was criss-crossed with red.