Top Dog

Dale McKenzie sat in the back row of his Sci-Fi-Lit class watching the professor unpack her materials for the day’s lecture. Like many of the guys in the course, he had to admit that the fact that she was a stone cold hottie made him motivated to show up for class. Her red hair, her big tits, and those big, puffy lips that he was sure would feel amazing around his cock, all added up to a woman who had spent more than a few nights wrapped in Dale’s imagination, while his erection was wrapped in a hand covered in hand cream.

He knew that he shouldn’t bother, that there was no point to his fantasy, at least if he ever hoped for it to become a reality. Not with Tim in their class.

It was obvious to everyone taking the course that Doctor Morgan only had eyes for Tim. Back in high school, Dale had been the top dog, valedictorian, basketball player, dating the hottest girl in school. He'd even caught his math teacher, Ms. Chan, checking him out a few times when she thought he wasn't looking. Transitioning to university, though, Dale found himself reevaluating his place in the world. Sure, in his small town he'd been hot shit, but if he was living in a world with guys like Tim around, maybe Dale had only been taking advantage of a small sample size.

He still remembered the first day of class, sitting down at his desk, notebook open in front of him, when Tim walked in. The din in the room quieted down immediately, making the sound of Tim's platform heels on the floor tiles echo off the walls. Lots of people dress up on their first day of school, but Tim had taken it to the next level. Long, pink, thigh-high platform boots with what must have been a seven inch stiletto heel, a black latex microskirt, a pink corset, and a plastic, transparent jacket. Total power outfit. Dale wished he could pull something like that off, that he'd have Tim's level of courage, showing off like that, but he knew that when there was a man like Tim around, there was no competition. Besides, Dale just didn't have the tits to pull an outfit like that off.

And it wasn't just that Tim was attractive. He was smart (obviously going to be gaining the top grade in the class), a leader (everyone scrambled to work with him on group work), and respectable! Dale had felt it himself when talking to Tim. It was like speaking to royalty. Once, while asking his classmate about a reading assignment, Dale had found it difficult to hold Tim's gaze, instead staring at the floor every few seconds. Not out of shame, but that Dale didn't want Tim to think that he was acting like they were on equal footing. Which they weren't. Of course.

To be honest, the fantasy he'd had about Doctor Morgan had only become hotter once Dale had begun incorporating Tim into it. There was something about having a man like Tim, someone that Dale looked up to, taking the place as the man in the imaginary sex scenes that made it seem more realistic. If anyone was going to end up banging someone as hot as Doctor Morgan, it would be someone like Tim, someone who was a man's man, someone who deserved it. Many of the fantasies would take place in that very classroom, the teacher bent over a desk, Tim wearing something rugged like a denim skirt or bikini, ploughing into her from behind. Dale found that if he imagined himself in the role, it would take twice as long to cum. But with Tim in charge, showing Dale how to get it done, how a man makes love, his orgasm wouldn't just be faster, it would be more powerful.

The door to the classroom opened and, as it often did, a quiet fell over the room. Tim, wearing a pair of grey and pink bootie shorts, a black sports bra, and a pair of high-heeled sneakers stood in the doorway. He'd probably been at the gym, working out, flexing on all the muscle-heads there. Dale smirked thinking of how many men would leave their workout sessions having their idea of their place on the food chain shuffled that morning. He knew that feeling very well.

"Oh my," Doctor Morgan said, dropping a book onto the floor as she noticed her student in the doorway, "Tim! I, uh..." She paused, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

"Class," she announced, "We'll be starting a few minutes late. I just need to have a quick chat with... um... I'll be right back!"

Dale watched as she joined Tim in the hallway, the door closing behind them. Did they have to talk about the class he missed? Was there an issue with some of his schoolwork? Whatever it was, Dale hoped that nothing bad was happening to Tim. He was a good man, a respectable man. If Doctor Morgan wasn't treating him the way he deserved, well maybe Dale would just have to quit her class. Maybe he'd even write a letter to the Dean! An unexpected anger grew in his stomach as he thought of potential injustices that might befall Tim. He looked around and found that the expressions on quite a few faces in the room held the same level of anxiety and anger. How dare anyone threaten their Tim?

They sat in silence, some seething, some worrying, for long minutes that seemed to stretch for hours. Then, finally, the door slowly crept open and Doctor Morgan, still blushing, staggered into the room, returning to her papers. A moment later Tim walked in, a compact mirror in his hand, touching up his lipstick as he walked. Ever the dapper man, always wanting to look good and make a good impression. It was one of the things that Dale respected about Tim.

Before sitting down in the front row, Tim turned and smiled to the students, winking and blowing a kiss. All the tension in his shoulders, all the anger in his stomach, instantly evaporated. The top dog was in his place at the head of the class, and all was right in the world. He wondered what the two had spoken about. The professor had probably wanted advice on the direction of her lesson, something like that. What Dale would fantasize about that night, though, was an illicit tryst between the pair, Tim pressing the professor against the wall, their breasts squished together, lips touching, embraced in a moment of passion. Dale imagined peaking around a hallway corner as Doctor Morgan's hands would explore her lover's body, hand slipping into Tim's shorts, massaging his penis, holding it with hunger, while she wished that they didn't have class starting imminently.

Maybe Dale would allow the fantasy to continue in the hallway, maybe he'd cut it short so that it lined up with what happened in real life, having the pair continue their lovemaking once the class was done, flirting and teasing each other in front of the students as the lecture took place. Whatever his fantasy would be, he shut it down for the moment. It would be far too embarrassing to sit through the class with an erection. He needed to follow Tim's example and pay attention, learn, and be a good student. He looked down toward the front of the class at his role model, currently pinching his nipples through his sports bra and licking his lips while staring at the professor. Yes, the man was truly what the class needed, one student who could be looked up to, who knew how to act in the classroom setting with decorum and respectability. University wouldn't last forever, and if Dale wanted to become the top dog wherever he ended up after he graduated, he needed to follow the example set before him.

He had signed up for a class to enjoy the eye-candy who was teaching, but wound up finding so much more from his classmate. As Doctor Morgan began his lecture, Dale lifted his pen to begin taking notes, just as Tim was doing. He was sure that by taking cues from Tim, Dale would be prepared for whatever got thrown at him in his adult life. Not not the first time, he smiled and was thankful for the opportunity to be in a class with Tim Thompson.