Just a Bit Twisted (Straight Guys 1)

Glaring at him, Shawn stroked the cock to full hardness, watching a subtle change in the man’s breathing. The angle was awkward, so he pulled it out. It was big and thick—and very close to his face. Inches away. Shawn licked his lips nervously, unable to look away. It had to be at least eight inches long.

Rutledge sighed, as though disgusted with his own body’s reaction, and shifted slightly. The head of his cock pressed against Shawn’s lips. “Suck.”

Shawn inhaled carefully. It didn’t smell that bad. Tentatively, he licked the head. The taste was…strange but nowhere as terrible as he had expected. He licked again.

The professor grunted, his hand gripping Shawn’s hair tighter. “Open your mouth.” It was an order.

Shawn did as told, and the fat head pushed inside his mouth. Shawn sucked gently. A part of his mind was still stuck on the fact that he had Professor Rutledge’s dick in his mouth and couldn’t quite believe it, but the warmth and heaviness of the cock stretching his lips wide made it very, very real.

Rutledge’s eyes were fixed on his face as he pushed his cock deeper, his hand heavy on the back of Shawn’s head. Shawn met his gaze, flushed, and closed his eyes, determined to just focus on getting the job done. The sooner Rutledge came, the sooner it would be over and the sooner he could forget about it.

But with his eyes closed, his other senses came to life and he could feel everything more acutely.

It was…so strange. Rutledge was hard and thick in his mouth, tasting like skin and something else. It was strange, but it wasn’t terrible. Shawn pulled off, took a breath and sucked the head in again, going down a bit further, testing it out. He had a brief moment of worry that he wasn’t doing this right, but told himself not to be silly: there was no such thing as a bad blowjob, right?

Shawn went down a bit more, trying to take as much of the big cock in as he could. He went down, then back up, setting up a rhythm, trying to get used to it. He was focusing so hard on this, trying to count in his head, that it took him a while before he realized Rutledge was telling him something.

Shawn pulled off the cock with a little pop and looked up at Rutledge, still tasting him all over his tongue. He blinked up at him and had to suppress the ridiculous urge to ask if he was doing okay, like a pupil eager to please his teacher. “What?” he said instead. As usual when he was nervous, his voice came out a bit cocky. He tended to overcompensate sometimes.

Rutledge just looked at him for what seemed like forever, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and glazed over. Eventually he said, “Is this your first dick, Wyatt?” Rutledge’s voice was rough and guttural, as though he was the one who’d just spent the past few minutes with a dick in his mouth.

“Does it matter?”

Rutledge’s lips twisted. “No. But that explains why you’re so bad at it.”

Shawn scowled and squeezed the guy’s erection. “Your dick seems to think I’m doing all right.”

Rutledge sneered. “It just proves how easy we men are.” He looked at Shawn’s lips. “Go on, but stop overthinking it. You don’t think in class, but now you think too hard when you shouldn’t be thinking.”

Shawn glowered at him but nodded.

He gave Rutledge’s dick a few licks before wrapping his lips back around it and doing whatever he wanted, rhythm and concentration be damned.

It was a lot messier this way. He went down as much as he could without choking, came back up and off, licking a long stripe up the underside of Rutledge’s dick and tonguing his slit, tasting salty bitterness.

Shawn tried not to think about how obscene he probably looked like this, bobbing his head and dripping spit everywhere as he sucked his teacher’s cock. Rutledge was grunting and pushing down on his head, so he was clearly doing something right. Reassured, Shawn kept sucking, working his mouth faster now, ignoring the ache in his jaw and moving his hand faster all along the part of Rutledge’s cock he couldn’t fit in his mouth.

“Open your eyes,” Rutledge bit out.

Shawn did and looked up at him. Their eyes met, and Shawn flushed, acutely aware that his lips were still wrapped tightly around his professor’s cock. His professor’s cock. Jesus fucking Christ.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now,” Rutledge said, his tone conversational, as though he didn’t have his dick in his student’s mouth. “Sit back and let me do the job. Look at me.”

Shawn felt his cheeks and neck redden, but he did as he was told. Rutledge shifted, his strong, big hands cradling his face. His cock slid out of Shawn’s mouth until only the head stayed in it. Shawn looked at Rutledge. The man looked back at him and thrust deep into his mouth. Shawn gasped, fighting his gag reflex and trying desperately to breathe around the cock, but he still held his professor’s gaze, as instructed.