Apologize for being late

You decide to take the initiative and get it out of the way. “Professor, I’m sorry for being late. I don’t know what happened, but I overslept. I won’t let it happen again.”

Clark looks at you for a moment before saying, “I have a saying in my class: better never than late.” His stern words and look have you a little scared (and more than a little turned on), but he only holds this look for a few seconds before breaking into a friendly smile. “But I won’t get out the whip just yet. Just don’t let it happen again.”

You are relieved, and your mind conjures up an image of Clark in a leather harness, biker’s hat, and boots, standing over you with a whip. You file that away as fuel for a future wet dream. The image is so powerful, though, that you realize the professor was talking to you and you missed it.

“I’m sorry, Sir.... What was that? I was distracted by something and missed what you said.”

“I said that I have heard some good things about you. I understand you are a friend of Nick Rodriguez.”

Nick is definitely a friend. A friend with benefits. He is on the university soccer team. You met him during Freshman Orientation. He tried to get you to pledge his fraternity, and you seriously considered it. The two of you hit it off from the start when you saw him and realize he was checking you out. You chatted for less than 10 minutes before he asked if you wanted to see his room. Since then, you have been in his room dozens of times, and the only feature you can clearly describe is the ceiling, because you are almost always on your back when you are there.

You think all of this, but in response to Clark you say, “Oh yeah, Nick’s a big guy. I mean — he’s a great guy — big-hearted is what I mean.”

That isn’t what you mean, and although you don’t get embarrassed easily, you feel your face grow warm.

Clark just smiles and says, “Yes, he is great. And big.”

Interesting.

“Well, anyway Nick thought you might want to come to one of my weekends at my home. I have a big house out in the country and I live there alone. I like to have some of my students over every once in a while so I can have some company and to give my students a chance to get away from campus for a few days. It’s all very informal — come and go as you like. Most guys pack a change of clothes and just stay there all weekend. I have plenty of space. Oh... and I provide all the food and booze,” he added, with a twinkle in his eye.

It doesn’t escape your notice that he said guys bring one change of clothes and stay all weekend. Assuming that the weekends are not ones dedicated to abandoning personal hygiene, you can only conclude clothing might not have a lot to do with what happens at these events. You are definitely intrigued.

“It’s a chance for you to get to know some guys,” Clark continues. “I am an adjunct professor at State, as well, and I generally get some guys from there, too, so there’s a nice mix. The next one starts tonight, if you’d like to come. I’m sorry about the short notice; I should have said something sooner, but Nick only mentioned you this morning and that you might be interested.”

Nick mentioned you this morning? This is the first class of the day, and Nick isn’t in this class. It is then that you remembered that you texted Nick last night, hoping to hook up, but he responded back, saying he was going to be dealing with his “daddy issues.” You look at your professor in a new, appreciative light.

“I’d love to come,” you decide on the spot. “Just tell me what I should bring and when and where I’m supposed to be there.”

Clark looks pleased. “That’s wonderful. No need to bring anything other than yourself — and maybe a few things if you decide you want to spend a night or two. I have a pool and hot tub, but I have plenty of towels. You can bring a swimsuit, if you are shy,” he says with a wink.

You wonder how much Nick shared about you. Shyness is definitely not one of your faults. They’re still talking about the visual aid you chose to use when you gave your oral report to your 9th grade health class about the prostate.

“And if you want a ride,” Clark continues, “you are welcome to ride with me. I leave here around 3:00. I’m pretty sure Nick is coming, too, so you could check and see if he has room for you.”

You note absently that there has never been a problem with Nick having room for you — the issue is generally whether you have room for Nick. His cock is not necessarily all that long, but it’s one of the thickest that you’ve ever had shoved inside you. You feel a twinge of excitement between your legs at the thought.

“Thanks, Professor. I’m looking forward to it.”