Tyler - Create Your Own Adventure 2024 - Part Twelve (Patreon)

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Tyler knew that he had no choice. He couldn’t stand outside naked for the next few hours until he could go back to his and Justin’s apartment.

He would just have to jerk off in front of the hottest professor at college.

“I’m sorry to rush you, Tyler, but I really do have other places to be.”

“Yes, Professor,” Tyler said with a slightly shaky voice.

As Tyler wrapped his hand around his cock, he couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped his lips. It felt like he’d been hard for days, even though he’d cum just a couple of hours before.

“If you delay for much longer, Tyler, I’m afraid I will have to leave you here.”

Tyler nodded. “Sorry, Professor. It just feels a little strange jerking off in front of you.”

Professor Knight chuckled. ‘Surely you don’t imagine that I’ve never jerked off before. We all do it.”

The idea of Professor Knight jerking off was enough to make Tyler’s cock pulse in his hand.

“You like that idea, do you?”

Tyler blushed as he realised that his professor had seen his dick jumping.

“Would it help speed things up if I talked more about jerking off?”

It was becoming almost impossible for Tyler to keep his hand still on his dick. Seeing the deliciously sexy Professor Knight was enough to get his bloody pumping, but hearing him talk about jerking off was nearly too much to bear.

“Uh, no, Professor. Please . . . you don’t have to do that.”

Professor Knight smiled and Tyler noticed the heat in his eyes once again. “Then get to it, or I’ll start telling you how often I jerk off . . . butt naked.”

Tyler immediately started stroking his cock, and as hand ran up and down his shaft, his precum lubing his fingers, he didn’t realise quite how close he was.

“You like the idea of me butt naked and jerking off, do you, Tyler?”

That was all it took for Tyler, and he moaned as his cock released, shooting thick ropes of cum over his feet and the concrete. He was so mentally numbed by the incredible orgasm rocking his body that he was utterly unaware of where else he’d cum.

“Well, it certainly looks like your balls are empty now,” Professor Knight said, his voice huskier than it had been before.

Tyler opened his eyes and immediately spotted the bulge in Professor Knight’s pants. He couldn’t help but lick as lips as he wondered what his professor was packing under his slacks.

“It would also appear that you weren’t very considerate with your ejaculation.”

Tyler looked confused. “What do you mean?”

Professor Knight pointed at his polished black leather oxford shoes that were spattered with drops of cum.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Professor. Have you got a tissue or something? I’ll clean them up for you.”

Professor Knight gave a slow smile. “Oh, you’ll clean them up. Get on your knees and use your tongue. I don’t have a tissue and these shoes are designer. I expect them to be immaculate.”

“You want me to lick your shoes clean?”

Professor Knight crossed his arms, his biceps bulging through his jacket. “That’s exactly what I want.”

Tyler had always assumed that this sort of talk was reserved for suited porn or BDSM movies. He couldn’t believe that his professor was telling him to get down on his knees and lick up his own cum. There was no way he could do that.

But if he didn’t, he probably wouldn’t get a lift or some clothes.

Decisions, decisions.