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Fuller isn't the kind of guy who fucks around with his students. He didn’t get this far as an openly gay man - undergrad at 16, phd and published by 18, lecturer by 24 , head of department by 30, professor by 35, by allowing even a hint of impropriety.
Not that his current crop of International Relations undergrads are in the least bit tempting. He has forty of them this year, all a mix of 18 to 21 year olds who look like they rolled out of bed to make his class, and he barely even notices them as human beings let alone potential romantic partners.
So Fuller doesn’t fuck around with his (or anyone else’s) students. Lecturers, however, are a different story entirely.
“Stop,” Dr Timothy Laughlin, ‘Tim’ to his friends and the men he lets cum bareback in his ass fifteen minutes into their first date, tells him in a tone he probably thinks is authoritative as Fuller helps him get comfortable on his cock for round two. “It’s too much. I…”
Tim’s an associate lecturer and all of twenty-one, fresh faced and eager to please in the way Fuller loves in his boys, but intelligent enough that their pillow talk is actually interesting instead of the chore Hawk usually finds it — despite their different specialisms. But ‘authoritative’ isn’t in his wheelhouse.
Instead Tim sounds breathy and unsure like he’s asking Fuller for permission and so he treats it as such.
“I don’t think so,” Fuller mouths kisses into throat as he moves Tim over him.
They’re in the drivers seat of Fuller’s Polo and Tim’s not small so there’s precious little room for manoeuvre. Neither of have a choice but to go deep and slow - deeper than Tim is probably comfortable with since he was a virgin until yesterday when Fuller took him home minutes into their first date .
“You’re loose enough.” Fuller lubed him up himself with nearly an entire bottle of lube. “Just relax.”
“I can’t.”
“Shh.” Fuller kisses up to his swollen lips, licking them open before fucking his mouth with his tongue while rolling a nipples and fisting Tim’s cock in the way he seemed to enjoy last night. Just like last night Tim lets out a high pitched mewl and Fuller grunts as he fucks up into him as wildly as their position allows.
It’s not enough until it is and then it almost becomes too much as Fuller’s oversensitive cock cums for the second time in half an hour. Tim doesn’t cum, seemingly drained, but he still screams as if he did and afterwards as they embrace his cock remains hard and swollen and so sensitive that even the faint brush of Fuller’s handkerchief as he cleans them both up makes him wince.
“Wow,” Tim grins as Fuller sucks kisses into his throat. “That was…Wow.”
“Yes,” Fuller agrees breathlessly. “That it was.”
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