The bell rang, signaling the start of his favorite class. His heart thudded in his chest as he pushed the door open and slipped into his usual seat. Professor Caleb looked up from his podium, his eyes briefly meeting Max's before flickering away. Max's stomach did a little flip. Was that a knowing smile? Or was it just his imagination playing tricks on him again? The room felt stiflingly hot, and he shifted in his seat, trying to ignore the lingering ache between his legs. He wondered if maybe he should have put a toy in himself just to toy with himself in class, just to feel a little bit of what he craved so badly.
Professor Caleb began his lecture, his voice washing over Max like a warm wave. He couldn't focus on the words; all he could think about was the feel of the toy earlier, and how much he wished it was the real thing. He glanced around the room, noticing the way some of his classmates stared at the professor with a mix of admiration and lust. Did they know his secret? Max's thoughts raced as he tried to keep his face neutral, not giving anything away.
As the class went on, Caleb moved closer to Max, his scent invading the student's senses. Max felt his heart race and his cock twitch. The professor's eyes seemed to linger on him for a moment longer than usual, and Max held his breath, hoping, praying for a sign that his feelings were reciprocated. But all he got was a curt nod before Caleb moved on to the next question. Max felt his hope shrivel like a leaf in the sun.
The lecture ended with a thud of disappointment. As the other students filed out, Max gathered his courage and approached the podium. "Professor Caleb," he began, his voice cracking slightly, "I... I need some help with the assignment."
Caleb looked at him, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Ah, Max. What seems to be the trouble?" His voice was like honey, thick and sweet, and Max felt himself melt a little more with every word.
"It's just that..." Max stumbled over his words, his heart racing. "The material is a bit... complex, and I was hoping you could... explain it to me better?"
Professor Caleb studied him for a moment, his gaze intense and searching. Max felt like he was under a microscope, his every inch exposed. "Of course," the professor said, his smile warming slightly. "Come by my office during my office hours tomorrow. We can go over it in more detail."
Max nodded, trying to keep the excitement from his face. Office hours. Alone with Professor Caleb. It was the closest he'd ever been to the man, aside from his fantasies. He could almost taste the victory.
The rest of the day was a blur. Max's thoughts swirled with images of what might happen in that small, private room. Would Caleb finally see him as more than just a student? Would he push him against the wall and kiss him, or would he simply ignore his advances and leave Max even more crushed than before?
Max smiled as he grabbed one of his favorite toy and slipped it into his ass and turned it on, feeling the vibrations against his prostate. He imagined Caleb was the one controlling the toy, watching him squirm and moan with pleasure. He'd fantasized about this moment for so long, his hand moving in time with the toy's rhythm, his eyes locked on the photo of his professor.
"Oh, Professor," he murmured, his voice filled with need. "You make me feel so good."
The vibrations grew more intense, and Max's breath hitched. He couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as the toy hit just the right spot. He leaned back on the bed, his hand gripping the sheets as if they were the last anchor to reality. The buzzing grew louder, a symphony of desire that echoed through his entire body. He bit his lip, tasting the coppery tang of blood as his teeth broke the skin. The pleasure was exquisite, a sweet agony that made him want to scream and beg for more.
"Please daddy," Max moaned, his voice strained with want as the toy's vibrations grew more intense. He felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, ready to plummet into a sea of pleasure. "I need it, I need it so badly."
