Chapter 1
Sunday, October 19
I opened my eyes. A few seconds passed, thoughts connected, and I was hit with a bit of stress. It was Sunday morning, and that meant I had to submit an assignment by midnight—something I hadn’t thought about for the past two days.
There’s still time, I can do this, I told myself, trying to calm my awakening.
I enjoyed the warmth of the bed. I felt my firm morning erection and the muscle soreness in my arms and chest from yesterday’s workout. I decided to stay in bed just a little longer. The whole room was bright, and the sunny image of my window fell on the opposite wall.
After a moment, I mustered the strength, pushed aside the blanket, and got out of bed. I felt the chill envelop my naked body as I went to stand by the window in the sunlight. I had a view of our quiet street with colorful autumn trees. Not a soul in sight. I turned around and went to the mirror. I looked at myself, paying special attention to the sore areas. I had a habit of checking myself out after every workout, searching for the slightest changes. Sometimes I wondered if I’d achieved any changes at all, or if it was all in my head, but deep down I knew that wasn’t true. Generally, I had quite a slim figure, but my muscles were visible and growing, and the progress was undeniable.
My erection was still rock hard. When I was going through puberty, my erections scared me a little. Every morning I would wake up with one, or get them completely randomly throughout the day. I used to be afraid they would come at the most inappropriate moments, building embarrassing scenarios in my head. Only after some time did I find out from the internet that my body was fine, but the fear of potential exposure still weighed on me. For example, a teacher telling me to go to the board in front of the whole class. That one spun in my head big time. Now, looking back on that period, I smiled. I probably didn’t get an erection as often as I did back then, but I could handle it better now. Or maybe I just had more serious worries.
I picked up my phone to text the group chat about how they were doing with the electromagnetism assignment. In the first semester of university, we had an elective course that only we attended. That brought us together, and since then we felt inseparable. Peter, Alec, and Samantha. I’ve known Sam since high school; she was my classmate and girlfriend for three years. They were pleasant times, but we came to the conclusion that it would be best for both of us to end it. Honestly, I didn’t expect us to stay this close. I was very glad to have her presence in my life. I never thought of her as my ex-girlfriend anymore, just as a friend.
Buzz buzz. Phew, I wasn’t alone; only Peter had submitted the assignment. We agreed to meet at Sam’s place and do the work together there. Peter said he would help us and come too.
Both my head and my penis returned to a calm state. I put on my boxers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt, and went down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast.
“You really slept in,” my mom said.
“Good morning to you too,” I replied. “I needed to make up for the deficit from the week.”
Mom handed me the already prepared bread with peanut butter and banana, along with tea. She still made me breakfast after all these years, even though I’d tried to talk her out of it several times.
“Today I’m going to Sam’s, we’ll be doing homework together.”
I’ve always lived with my parents, and I was glad I chose a university in my city. I didn’t have to deal with rent and other worries. Even though I would, with permission, solve some of them myself.
“That reminds me—you know how you told me you were struggling with chemistry?” my mom asked. “I found your professor’s number and arranged tutoring sessions for you.”
I felt myself losing my cool. “Are you kidding me? Mom, I keep telling you to leave some things to me. You had no reason to do this.”
To my surprise, she looked taken aback by my response. “We both know that if I left it up to you, you wouldn’t do anything about it. We also support you financially, so kindly stop blaming me for helping you achieve success.”
“And how do you think I’ll look to the professor? More like a kindergarten kid than a college student.”
She ignored that sentence and simply replied, “You need to stop by tomorrow and set a time.”
I got up and took my breakfast upstairs to my room, where I eventually cooled down.
In the afternoon, we met at Sam’s place as agreed. We worked quietly, and Alec was a helping hand whenever we needed something. At five o’clock, we were done, submitted the assignments, and spent a few more hours hanging out.
“Do you know what my mom did to me?” I started. “She arranged tutoring for me with Howard all by herself.”
I was met with mockery and pity.
“But Howard is really nice, you could have ended up worse,” Sam said.
I looked at her. “But it’s embarrassing. And besides, I haven’t been to his lecture yet, so I don’t even know what he looks like.”
Monday, October 20
Before the end of the last class, I started preparing for the upcoming meeting. I felt uncomfortable and nervous. I didn’t like dealing with people I hadn’t had personal contact with before. My palms were sweating and my heart was pounding.
The bell rang. In the hallway, I ignored everything around me, focusing only on the next few minutes. He would definitely think I was an incompetent idiot. I stepped onto the stairs leading to the upper floor, where most of the teachers’ offices were. I searched the door signs for the name Christopher Howard until I reached the last door in the narrow hallway. I knocked.
I walked in, saw a middle-aged man sitting at the table, and launched into a chaotic monologue mentioning the reason for my visit.
“Yeah, I was expecting you to come,” he interrupted calmly. “So we can arrange a time right away. Do you have a day you prefer? Can’t you do it tomorrow?”
While he was talking, I glanced at him when he wasn’t looking me in the eye. He was wearing a white shirt with a black tie and a thin, red woolen vest over it. He had his sleeves rolled up, revealing hairy forearms. He had short, essentially white hair with a prominent receding hairline and stubble. The mustache and hair on his arms were a darker shade of gray than the rest. His face was oval with pleasant, handsome features. His dark eyes appeared safe and confident. Age-wise, I guessed around fifty.
“Alright, so tomorrow at 5 PM?”
“Stop by my place, I’ll write the address down for you,” he said, playing with a pen in his hand. He handed me a note and added, “And when you come, just knock on the front door. The doorbell isn’t working right now.”
As soon as I stepped out and closed the door behind me, I exhaled sharply. Phew, that went better than expected. The embarrassment didn’t happen. But still, he probably thought I was incompetent. I smiled at the thought that maybe he expected my mom to accompany me. I decided not to think about it anymore; tomorrow would go smoothly.
Tuesday, October 21
I finished school and headed to the professor’s house. According to the map, it was a 30-minute walk, so I decided to stroll; I generally disliked public transport—I felt cramped and anxious there.
I arrived at the destination. It was a small but cozy white house with a gray roof, a driveway, and a garage. The garden was unfenced, mostly just a lawn with some flower beds in front of the entrance. It looked like a single-story house with maybe one small room upstairs.
I approached the door and, as agreed, knocked with my knuckles—firm but gentle.
In a few seconds, he opened the door. We greeted each other, and I was invited inside. Through the hallway and living room, he led me to his office. It was clean and cozy.
“What would you like to drink? Tea? Coffee?”
I replied that tea would be fine given the cold weather. He left me waiting in the office. I pulled out my notes and laptop to be ready. Before long, he brought me tea and coffee for himself, sat down next to me, and we slowly started delving into the material.
After an hour and a half, we naturally wrapped it up without an official announcement. I packed up, and we immediately arranged a time for next week. I finished the tea, and the professor accompanied me to the front of the house. I thanked him, we shook hands with a smile, and said goodbye. It was already dark outside and significantly colder.
I set off on foot toward home. I reflected on the session; it was actually a really nice experience. I felt comfortable, relaxed, and quite informal in his company. I felt a strange, friendly, vibrating energy from him—something you don’t usually feel in people.
After ten minutes of walking, I stopped. I couldn’t feel my house keys in my pocket. I panicked for a moment, then immediately turned back.
When I got there, I knocked on the front door. No one answered. I tried ringing the doorbell, even though he’d said it didn’t work. Nothing. The house looked lit through the windows, so he should be home. I tried calling him, but he didn’t pick up.
I was desperate. I tried knocking again. Still nothing.
It occurred to me that I could walk around the house on the lawn and peek inside—maybe knock on a window? Maybe I’d startle him, but he was probably on the other side of the house.
I headed right. The first window showed an empty living room. I went to the next window—office empty. I saw my keys lying on the table! I didn’t understand how I could have left them there.
I continued further, around the corner, to the back of the house. I walked past a window slightly smaller than the others. I peeked inside, instantly recoiled, leaned against the wall, and froze. My heart started pounding.
That window led to the bathroom. And inside was the professor, completely naked, in the shower.
Now I had no idea what to do. Wait?
I looked at the window from the side. The blinds were folded up; he hadn’t bothered to cover the window. I cautiously peeked inside with one eye. Why am I doing this? Curiosity. It’s okay to be curious.
I watched the professor standing there naked, letting the steaming water run over him. I examined his body. He was tall. He had a bit of a dad bod, but at the same time, he looked athletic underneath. He had big, muscular pecs and arms, and his thighs were huge. My heart was pounding like crazy.
He raised his arm, and I got a view of his hairy armpit. His body hair, prominent under the flowing water, stretched from his chest across his belly. It was everywhere.
I started to panic because I saw my professor’s penis. It felt weird and wrong. But I couldn’t stop looking. It was thick and of reasonable length, the foreskin covering the glans. He had large testicles that hung low. He turned slightly, and now I could see his butt—firm, athletic, and hairy like the rest of him.
Suddenly, I felt a slow friction in my shorts. I was getting an erection. My mouth went dry, I had the urge to swallow. I was still standing there, staring at him. Now I was completely rock hard.
I watched his hands washing his body. It fascinated me. I immersed myself in his sense of touch, imagining how his hands must feel on his skin.
Suddenly, the professor looked toward the window. I quickly hid behind the wall and closed my eyes, feeling pure panic.
