| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 9781497785823 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | February 7, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 9781497785823 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | February 7, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
George Edward Harry Wellington-Smythe is a young man from a priveliged background who thinks he deserves a degree by divine right, and shouldn't have to work for it! When he approaches Professor Stephens, his teacher at the extremely prestigious University of Oxford, to offer his body, will his sexual performance make the grade - and will they be able to stay quiet enough to avoid being caught by the Professor's housekeeper?
This 3,200 word story contains an extremely stimulating gay teacher/student relationship, a sexy silver fox, and a dangerous yet mind-blowing blowjob.
Excerpt:
And then there were the times that George had seen the Professor on his nights out. He looked so comfortable with himself in the clubs, flirting, picking up pretty young things.
He had such a strong sense of self-identity. At first George had been deeply jealous of it. Then he’d come to admire it. And then he’d come to be turned on by that easy, effortless confidence.
George was still very young, still exploring his own identity…sure, he knew he liked guys, but he was still exploring exactly what that meant, and he spent a hell of a lot of time pretending to be confident to cover his own lack of confidence…and experience. Had he just bitten off more than he could chew?
Across the room, Professor Stephens took some small measure of pity on the younger man. “George”, he said. “It is George, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Professor”, said George.
“I’m still ‘Professor’”, said Stephens. “Or possibly ‘sir’. When you’re able to use your mouth, that is.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Just remember, my housekeeper is at work today, so keep the noise down.” For the first time, Professor Stephens smiled, and seeing that smile sent a tingle up George’s spine. He crossed the room slowly, reverently, as chills whizzed up his spine and down again, colliding, shooting through the rest of his body. He had goosebumps when he finally knelt in front of his teacher, and steeled himself for what he had to do.
Professor Stephens pulled the flap away from his flies. “Undo them, George”, he said casually, quietly. George reached out a shaking hand, felt the metal under his fingers. It was warm. The Professor clearly wanted this to happen as well, and that gave him courage. It would not be a purely mechanical event. It would have some meaning, and that helped calm his nerves as he pulled on the zip.
George Edward Harry Wellington-Smythe is a young man from a priveliged background who thinks he deserves a degree by divine right, and shouldn't have to work for it! When he approaches Professor Stephens, his teacher at the extremely prestigious University of Oxford, to offer his body, will his sexual performance make the grade - and will they be able to stay quiet enough to avoid being caught by the Professor's housekeeper?
This 3,200 word story contains an extremely stimulating gay teacher/student relationship, a sexy silver fox, and a dangerous yet mind-blowing blowjob.
Excerpt:
And then there were the times that George had seen the Professor on his nights out. He looked so comfortable with himself in the clubs, flirting, picking up pretty young things.
He had such a strong sense of self-identity. At first George had been deeply jealous of it. Then he’d come to admire it. And then he’d come to be turned on by that easy, effortless confidence.
George was still very young, still exploring his own identity…sure, he knew he liked guys, but he was still exploring exactly what that meant, and he spent a hell of a lot of time pretending to be confident to cover his own lack of confidence…and experience. Had he just bitten off more than he could chew?
Across the room, Professor Stephens took some small measure of pity on the younger man. “George”, he said. “It is George, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Professor”, said George.
“I’m still ‘Professor’”, said Stephens. “Or possibly ‘sir’. When you’re able to use your mouth, that is.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Just remember, my housekeeper is at work today, so keep the noise down.” For the first time, Professor Stephens smiled, and seeing that smile sent a tingle up George’s spine. He crossed the room slowly, reverently, as chills whizzed up his spine and down again, colliding, shooting through the rest of his body. He had goosebumps when he finally knelt in front of his teacher, and steeled himself for what he had to do.
Professor Stephens pulled the flap away from his flies. “Undo them, George”, he said casually, quietly. George reached out a shaking hand, felt the metal under his fingers. It was warm. The Professor clearly wanted this to happen as well, and that gave him courage. It would not be a purely mechanical event. It would have some meaning, and that helped calm his nerves as he pulled on the zip.
