Home and Horny

Tim had never been so horny in his entire life. His date with Doctor Morgan, Rhian, had gone extremely well, but he had been left wanting. Knowing his how persuasive he had become, he knew that he could have pushed her to go further than kissing, but he held himself back. It would have been too far over the line, something Tim wasn't comfortable with.

Not that kissing was all they did. Over and over again they would find themselves in a quiet spot. Tim loved the feeling of his professor's lips on his, but he loved more her curious hands, which had quickly found his penis and rubbed it through his skirt. Just as the temptation would grow big enough to have him questioning his moral stance, Rhian would pull away to continue their walk. It was maddening, yet he loved every second of it.

She was a beautiful woman, Rhian Morgan. Long red hair, big beautiful breasts, eyes with an excited glint to them. She was one of the younger professors that Tim had, perhaps the youngest. He hadn't asked her, but she looked to be in her thirties. But it wasn't her physical beauty that had first attracted him to her. Rhian Morgan was brilliant.

Before his trades, Tim could barely keep up with her. The way she would describe the world, she might as well have been talking about the physics of a black hole; it was completely incomprehensible. Already Tim knew that she was something special. But after his trade, once he could finally decode her ideas, Tim was doubly amazed. How could one person have so much insight? She was still near the beginning of her career, but she could deconstruct old ideas and recontextualize them in ways that hadn't been done before, but so desperately needed to be. The work that Rhian did, the way that she saw the world wasn't just brilliant, it was important.

And what could be sexier than that?

And so, post-date, Tim found himself at home. His heart was aflutter with emotion. He felt a surprising emotional intimacy with Rhian by the time they parted, something he hadn't expected. What would that mean with his relationship with Nancy, his girlfriend? She didn't seem to care if Tim wanted to go on a date with Rhian, but was that just a physical thing? What would happen if he fell for her? What would happen if it was love?

Tim pushed the questions aside. He didn't have time for that level of speculation. He had other things to deal with. Well, one other thing. He was horny as hell.

His parents both greeted him as he walked in the door, but Tim only responded with quick response, opting to rush up to his bedroom to take care of business. He was not only aroused, but uncomfortable. His penis desperately wanted to be fully erect, but his skirt was so tight, his panties so snug, that he found himself restrained. An ache had begun to form in his groin. Blue balls, he guessed. He needed to take care of business.

It was his own fault, really. He locked the door behind him and began to disrobe, quickly unbuttoning the remaining buttons on his shirt. Few few had remained fastened by the time he was done with Rhian. That was part of the problem. Tim couldn't help himself! Flirt and tease, entice and arouse! Tim found himself showing off his body, unnecessarily touching hers, batting his eyelashes, giggling at her jokes, doing everything he could to make her feel more and more attracted to him. A few times he even found himself waggling his behind and bending over in front of her, giving his professor a show. His craving for her attention was insatiable. When he had inadvertently taken Stacy's flirtatiousness, he must have taken every single iota of it, leaving nothing behind. With that added to whatever tiny amount he had hiding inside of him before the trade, Tim found himself barely able to control himself.

His leather skirt dropped to the floor, leaving him standing in his boots and panties. He couldn't wait anymore. Tim threw himself onto his bed and pulled his panties down. He spat into his hand for lubrication, then grabbed a box of tissues with his other. Never a chronic masturbator, but not by any means unfamiliar with it, Tim was knew how to get himself off. He wrapped his left hand around his penis, amazed at how big his penis now looked in the palm of his now smaller hand, and began to rub.

It didn't take long. It never did. Tim was young, verile, and overly-stimulated. Soon he found himself shaking from the surprising strength of his orgasm. Cum sprayed up into the tissues he had placed on his stomach, but past that as well, landing on his chest. He gripped his erection, enjoying the feeling of dopamine his brain was feeling, not wanting change anything.

But change is part of life. He of all people knew how quickly and profoundly change can come to a person. Tim was barely recognizable from the man he was just a few days earlier. But in that post-orgasmic moment, Tim didn't care one bit. He'd just had a great date with an amazing woman. He'd just experienced one of the best masturbatory orgasms of his life. And he was due to go for dinner with the girl of his dreams and her mother. Life was good. Life was weird, but good.

A few more minutes he allowed himself to bask in the glow of the moment, and then he released his erection and began to clean himself up. His day was not nearly over. He had hoped to do a little reading for school before he had to get ready for his second date of the day. And there would be makeup touchups, new clothes to pick out, and now he needed a shower. And he desperately wanted to get out of his boots. His feet were still killing him. But as he thought about how wonderfully his day had gone, he reminded himself that the pain was worth it.