Chapter 1
Aidan's POV
Teaching Chemistry 103 was not the best place to get an boner. Luckily for me, I was sitting behind my desk grading a ton of papers. ...Well, I was supposed to be grading a ton of papers. Instead, I was fantasizing.
The boy who sat front row, three desks in, wiggled his cute butt around in his seat and propped his head on his fist. He glared down at his test and then opened his sensual mouth to nibble on the end of his pen. The fingers that gripped the pen were long and thin, and I could imagine wrapping my own fingers easily around that tiny wrist of his.
He wouldn't be hard to restrain. All too easily, I'd be able to force his hands above his head and tie him to my headboard. Then I'd work on his ankles.
I glanced down under the boy's desk where his jean-clad legs were crossed at the ankles. I wouldn't want to force that part, because it was the surrender that gave me the high I craved. I'd order him to spread his legs for me and he would, desperate for my touch and scared of what I'd do to him if he didn't obey. I'd tie his ankles so that they'd remain open.
My cock hardened. That was where the real fun began.
I eyed the boy in the front row, three desks in. He seemed like he'd be a spitfire. He was already glaring at the test I'd administered with the ferocity of a bear. He would definitely fight me.
It wouldn't matter, though. In the end, I'd tug his head back by that shoulder-length blonde hair of his that he clearly cared so much about. I'd press my tip to his lips and force my way inside, whether he wanted me or not. I'd come deep inside that warm, tight throat—
"Um, Professor Demos? I have a question on number three."
I blinked out of my lovely fantasy and glared at the dumb bitch in front of me. "Then it's likely you won't get it correct," I informed her.
She shifted her weight and gave me an uncertain look. It was likely that she was debating what to do; stay or leave. Fight or fly far, far away from her asshole chemistry teacher.
Finally, something set in her eyes and she raised her chin slightly. "I have a question about the ambiguity of it."
Good God, what kind of college student said the word 'ambiguous'? Yes, you're clearly extraordinarily intelligent, random student I don't care about. Please, take this trophy, you're amazing.
When I said nothing, she continued. "Are you expecting us to circle all the correct answers?"
"It's a multiple choice, there's one correct answer. When a silver ion and a chlorine ion react in water, the product is considered a what? There's one correct choice. Now please take a seat." You're killing my boner, little girl.
I refocused on the boy in the front row, three seats in. He was pretty skinny, in that way that athletic 20 year olds tended to have. I probably looked that way when I was 20, but now I'd built up enough muscle that my body was thick with it. I was a wall and this kid was a pole.
Mmm, a pole. The things his body could do on a pole. The things I could do to him up against a pole. Possibilities were endless.
It took all of my strength not to grab my leaking cock in front of all these undergrads. Part of my brain knew I should focus on killing my boner before class ended, but the rest of my brain was picturing front row, three seats in bent over my desk. His skinny little ass would look good if it were completely red.
My fantasies were interrupted, yet again, but this time it was by the boy himself. He'd let out the tiniest huff and scooted his small ass out of the seat. Those emerald eyes of his were filled with genuine loathing for what he was staring at, which happened to be my test. With a frustrated groan, he pulled the test off of his desk and walked over to me.
"I'm all done," he mumbled. His sweet mouth was puckered in a disappointed pout. I could just attack those lips of his.
I took the test and glanced down. The first five answers were wrong. I leaned back in my seat and leisurely sized him up. He was clearly miserable, but the set of his jaw and distain in his eyes made me want to smile. "I don't usually give hints, but if the rest of your test looks like the front page then you're fucked."
His expression dropped into disappointment. "That bad?"
I nodded and held the test out for him. "Couldn't be worse. If I were you, I'd keep trying."
Please, stay longer so I can try to imagine what your green eyes would look like filled with tears.
When the boy sat down, he tied his hair back into a deplorable messy bun. I nearly vomited at the sight of it, but then I imagined his hair almost hitting the floor as his head was positioned at the edge of the bed. Eyes closed and mouth open wide, I'd be able to stick my cock deep inside his throat and watch how it expanded to accommodate my size.
Fuck. I reached down and slightly palmed myself through my jeans. Suddenly I really needed to jerk off, but I'd need vodka to do it in front of my 150 students.
So I reached over and grabbed my water bottle filled with vodka. After a couple of swigs, it was easier to grab my phone and place it in my lap so that people thought I was trying to inconspicuously play with it. Instead, I used the palm of my hand to rub up and down my length inside my jeans.
Oh, fuck, I couldn't keep doing this. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Is this better?"
This time, the student's appearance made me jump out of my skin. "What?"
It was the boy. He looked me in the eyes, utterly determined, and slapped his test on the desk. "Is that better?"
I scanned the front. All of the answers had been changed, only three were correct this time around. "Better."
Finn. Finn Evans. That was the name written at the top.
Finn gave me a solid nod. "Thank you, Sir. I appreciate the hint."
"Damn, you're uptight," I observed. "Go drink a beer or something, kid."
His eyes narrowed and his gaze slipped from my stern face to my t-shirt and leather jacket, down until—oh.
He froze when he saw what was hidden in my pants and his entire face turned red. That sweet mouth of his opened, then closed, then opened again. His eyes widened and he blinked so often that I nearly thought he was batting his lashes at my erect cock.
It looked like it took him physical effort to drag his gaze back up to my eyes.
I smirked at him. I wondered what he'd do.
"Um," he squeaked. He cleared his throat. "Uh—" this time his voice was slightly deeper, but nowhere deep as my own. "Have a good day, Sir."
Mm, Sir. What a good boy he'd be.
I watched his tight ass in those blue jeans as he fled the classroom like there were demons in it. Or maybe just one demon: my giant fucking dick.
I took another swig of my vodka and longed for the even harsher burn of whiskey. Tomorrow, I promised myself. Tomorrow I'll bring whiskey.
Maybe tomorrow I'd even get the balls to jerk off while staring into Finn's beautiful eyes.
Once even the dumbest of my students had finished their tests and left, I grabbed my dick and jerked to the thought of a sweet boy on his knees in front of me. It was a good thing the school didn't have security cameras set up in the classrooms. Or maybe they did, I didn't know. The thought of a perverted old man watching me through a screen made me even hotter.
I came into a napkin that I'd grabbed from Dunkin Donuts this morning and got some on the edge of a kid's test. Poor, poor Paul Marshall. I wiped it off and made a mental reminder to spill some coffee over the cum stain so it wasn't noticeable.
I left work and sloppily drove home to my best friend. His name was Jack and he was the most loyal friend a man could ask for. Pretty much the only stability in my life, but he lived with me so he kept me in line.
"Jack!" I called out once I'd stepped through the doors of the apartment. "Where are you, buddy?"
He turned the corner and let out an excited bark to see me. I plopped onto the floor and let him jump all over me and give me slobbery dog kisses.
"I love you too, Jack, yes I do," I cooed. "Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Let me get you some dinner. Daddy's gonna feed ya before he heads off to the bar to pick up an easy lay, okay?" Jack wagged his tail endlessly, definitely supportive of my idea.
I snagged a bottle of Jack Daniels from my liquor cabinet, because fuck paying for my own booze at the bar. I took a deep swig and let Jack out to play a little bit. It was a little too early to go out, so I played with my dog, gulped down my whiskey, and ate a microwavable meal before driving off.
I managed to make it to the bar alive, which was a minor miracle, and the second I walked through the door I found a sweet looking face to take home. He complained about my driving, complained about using a condom, complained about needing a drive home because he worked in the morning, and then complained about wanting something to eat. At 3 am, once I told him that I wasn't about to drive his damn ass home because I was fucking drunk as fuck, he told me he was 17. At 3:15 am, after nearly throttling a 17 year old, I drove his lying ass home.
The next morning, I vomited into the toilet like a college student and got dressed to do the whole damn thing again.
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This is a deleted Wattpad story I wrote in high school. I’ll be fixing and apologizing for nothing. Enjoy :)
