I nod to him, carrying this half smile. My eyes shift over to the professor a few times while I do this little dance by moving them back and forth between Professor Galfred and everyone else. I’m walking onto this carpeting which feels like a cloud. Feeling slightly insecure that I’m the only one in the room with no shoes or socks on.

As I’m walking forward, I feel the professor’s hands on my shoulders. His fingers press into my shoulder blades. And then he starts doing the strangest thing. He takes his thumbs and firmly presses them into my tendons while he begins holding and releasing his fingers on the shoulders he’s holding. I close my eyes and get lost in his touch as my lips part. I exhale softly as I begin to feel like I’m melting as he is literally massaging me in front of his guests. For a second, everything dissipates into a black as I forget where I am. And then I feel his hot breath on my ear as he asks, “Can I take your coat?” His mouth his close enough to where his lips caress the baby hairs at the edge of my ear. I hear the wet curves of his tongue and I swear he’s about to start licking my ear.

I open my eyes and I see everyone is looking at me. I then remember where I am. I stand up straight as I bob my head down a few times at my pants. Shit. My erection is quite visible. It’s actually forming this outward triangle pushing into my zipper and stretching the fabric of my pants. I go to cover myself as I laugh nervously, my cheeks blushing.

Then, I hear the professor whisper a very decisive, “No,” as he takes hold of my hands and gently pushes them back to their sides, which is making me even more hard. I’m now pointing at everyone in his party and I can’t hide it. The professor then softly moves his fingers up the back of my coat and pushes them under it. With one gentle tug, he pushes my coat down as it slides off my arms and then my hands.

“It’s nice to see you, Holt,” one of the other professors at the university say, extending his hand. It’s professor Stanley. He’s a lean guy with a salt-and-pepper beard. Got the kind of eyes that looks like there’s stars in them. Also a pretty hairy guy from what I can gather. Although, I haven’t seen him naked like I saw Professor Galfred. But he’s has these facial features that suggest he could have a pretty hairy chest.

I smile nervously and walk up to him. I shake his hand as my other hand edges to my still very hard penis under my pants. Professor Galfred walks by, puts his hand on my arm I’m using to try to cover myself with, and gently pulls it to the side while again, softly saying, “No,” in a very decisive manner.

I nervously glance over to Professor Galfred and I’m trying to look for any indication as to why he might be doing this. But instead he’s just looking to Professor Stanley shaking my hand as he lets go of my arm. When I look back to Professor Stanley, I notice a not-so-subtle look down at my crotch area. He looks back up at me and he’s got this smile. There’s a slight warmth to it, but it’s more so satisfied. As if he got what he came here for, whatever that is.

I immediately let go of his hand and say, “It’s umm, it’s nice to see you, too, Professor Stanley.”

“Holt, here, is a rising star in my class,” Professor Galfred says.

“Is he, now?” Professor Stanley responds. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Holt.”

There’s this side smile that finds it’s way on the side of my mouth. I’m wondering what’s going to happen tonight. Part of me is frightened, but another part is oddly excited.

Another student comes into the picture. It’s Austin Jones. A pretty attractive redhead. He’s got these eyebrows that make him appear wholesome. A face that looks like it’s been painted by Norman Rockwell with a light dusting of freckles.

That’s when I notice, everyone here is someone I think is attractive. Picture something like all the guys from Dieux De Stade, or better yet, The Warwick Rowers all together in one room. It’s like I’m in some kind of fantasy photo shoot where I get to stand behind the scenes. But, I’m beginning to think that maybe I’m the one that this scene is all about.

“Professor Stanley,” Austin says as Professor Stanley looks over to Austin. They share this expression. As if Austin is reminding him of something. He then points up to Professor Stanely’s shirt.

“Oh, yes,” the professor says and proceeds to undo the top two buttons of his shirt. Letting me get a real good look at his chest hair.

Professor Stanley laughs as he says, “I guess you’re excited to see me, Holt.” He points to my pants.

When I direct my eyes to see where he’s pointing, I’m seeing the center of my pants is protruding out further. To the point that it looks like it could bust through at any second. I edge my fingers to it while laughing nervously. But then, Professor Galfred places his hand on my arm and pushes down while Austin walks over next to me and pushes my other arm down. Forcing me to expose my obvious erection. My heart’s racing in my throat as my veins burn with a nervous impatience. I shudder a little.

Professor Stanley is still pointing his finger at my crotch. But, then, I notice that finger is hovering closer and closer. And then, it actually touches the tip of my penis still covered with my underwear and my zipped-up pants. He proceeds to caress his index finger over the top of it while moving his thumb towards the bottom. He gives it a gentle squeeze. I nearly jump as I quietly gasp. I’m sure both Professor Galfred and Austin can feel me flinch.

“Can I take off your belt, Holt?”

At first, I can’t register what he just said. All I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears and the mad thumping of my heart. My pulse flustering a quivered pace under my skin.

“Ugh, what?” I ask, almost breathlessly. I look up to him. My eyes lazily shifting up to meet is. I’m unable to hide how both unnerved and aroused I’m feeling. The very words I speak nearly melting on the back of my tongue.

He looks at me with a soft wanting. It makes me feel hotter as my dick twitches at the thoughts he could hiding behind those eyes. “Can I remove your belt?” he asks, again. His voice gentle and smooth like a seductive wave that whispers sex to the sand it dampens.

“Um, su-sure,” I say, trying to hide my wanting.

Professor Stanley puts the drink he’s holding down on a coffee table near him. He’s still been touching my clothed penis this entire time. When he lets go, he flicks his thumb upward. Causing it to slightly bounce from inside my pants. He reaches his hands on top of my belt. I feel myself being tugged forward as he unbuckles it. I listen to the clanking sounds as he pulls the pin out. Once it’s opened, he uses one hand to pull and it slides through the loops in my pants. The very sound of the fabric delicately snapping after each loop it escapes from sends my mind into exotic places of high anticipation. When it’s pulled all the way out, he lets it fall to the floor.

He’s still standing just as close to me. I feel the warmth of his chest against mine while I still feel Professor Galfred and Austin gently hold my arms in place. “Thank you, Holt,” Professor Stanley says, as he lightly maneuvers his fingers underneath the fabric of my shirt. Wedging them into one of the flaps between two buttons. He caresses those fingers against my undershirt as my stomach quivers at his touch. I don’t even realize one of the buttons pops free.

“I anticipate we’ll be seeing more of you tonight,” Professor Stanley says, his face now very close to mine.

He then releases his fingers, backs up, takes his drink and nods to all three of us. “Gentleman,” he says before he walks away.

I look to both Professor Galfred and Austin as they let go of my arms. And I can tell from the way they’re looking at me, they have plans for tonight. Plans involving me. I’m starting to get the impression that that is not going to be the first time tonight that an attractive man is going to ask to remove something of mine. Part of me wants to leave, but another more curious part wants to stay, wanting, needing to see what is going to happen next.