Both Professor Stanley and Galfred have taken their leave for the moment. But Austin has stayed behind. I’m seeing him out of the corner of my eye and then I nervously look his way. He’s got this warm smile and is staring at me. I’m actually still kind of hard. The front of my pants poking out. I look off to the side and then back to Austin as I edge my right hand close to the front of my pants to cover it up.

Austin tilts his head and then reaches for my hand and, just like Professor Galfred has done a few times tonight, pushes it away. I look down to my pants and they’re poking out more, now. I can actually feel myself getting harder. It’s pressing into the material of my underwear. I can even start to feel it twitch. The spasms are light and take hold of the base of my cock. I’m trying to hide how excited I’m getting.

“You know,” Austin says, stepping closer to me, “I’ve seen you around campus.”

“Ha-have you, now?” I ask nervously as my voice drifts on the flustered wave of my breath.

Austin nods his head while maintaining eye contact with me. I have to look away a few times. He’s looking at me so intently. Piercing through me. It’s a private look of such obvious desire. The kind of look you give someone before you make a move on them. His red hair seeming more vibrant, his freckles more appealing in their softness. Or maybe it’s because this guy who I always thought of as attractive is now looking at me with a seductive hunger.

“I’ve seen you looking at me.”

I laugh nervously while, again, looking off to the side. I can’t keep looking him in the eyes. It’s just making me harder.

He places his thumb and index finger on my chin and lifts my head up to meet his face. He’s so very close to me, right now. His lips not even an inch away from mine. The warmth of his mouth embracing mine. He’s almost touching mine. If either one of us were to move in, we’d be kissing.

“The same way I look at you,” he says, his lips moving against mine. He then turns his head to the side and looks around the room. “In fact,” he turns back to look at me, moving in closer now. His lips are actually touching mine, now. “Everyone here knows how you feel about them.”

Our breath pushing into each other’s mouths, our eyes looking directly into each other. It doesn’t even register that he just told me everyone at this gathering knows how I feel about them.

Austin closes his eyes and I feel the weight of his tongue. It’s inserting into my lips. I close my lips around his tongue as I insert mine into his mouth, The wet, slick sounds of our lips sliding against each other, detaching and reattaching. Our breath getting all shaky. He gives my lips one more peck as he pulls away. I think he’s going to walk off when he looks down at my shirt and says, “This is a nice shirt.” As he’s saying this, he’s taking his fingertips and starts gliding them along my shirt. I feel the soft, gentle touch, pressing the cloth against my chest.

I then feel just one finger from each hand sliding diagonally upward, approaching my top button as I lift up my head and exhale out of a helplessness. In the back of my mind, I know this is happening in front of all these men Professor Galfred has invited to this party. And a small part of me is in panic mode, but that’s at the far back of my mind. I then feel his hands. They’re pulling at either side of my shirt as he pushes the top button of my shirt through the slit. And with such ease, the button gives way and my shirt opens up. I look down to meet his face as I look around the room. I notice that men are talking amongst themselves. But they’re also occasionally looking directly over to me and smiling. It’s an entertained kind of smile, but there’s also desire in these expressions. I’ve suddenly become the center of attention, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

I forget that Austin has been unbuttoning my shirt this entire time. I look down and see that my shirt is halfway open now. Austin’s hands are just patiently taking hold of my buttons and pushing them out of place. Pushing the sides of my shirt to the side, purposely exposing my chest more and more with each button he undoes. He pulls the shirt out of my pants as he undoes the last few buttons. He gently glides his fingers across my stomach as he uses his arms to push my shirt out, pulling them out of my pants. My stomach convulses. I have to arch my back as his fingers ever-so-softly slides across my skin as it erupts in gooseflesh. I close my eyes hard as I whisper the word, “Fuuuuck.”

“You like the soft touch,” Austin says, his lips caressing my right cheek. He then says, “That knowledge will come in handy later.”

I turn to face him. “Wha-what do you mean by that?”

Austin only smirks at me knowingly.

Professor Galfred and another Professor from one of my other classes approaches me from behind. The other Professor is Professor Ralphstead. He’s got a shaved head and an elongated nose. The nose centers his gruffly angled face. He has a certain toughness to his look. He’s also always been a little stern. Just enough to inspire of soft intimidation but softened with his inviting teaching style. He’s a very fit guy and the clothes he’s wearing tonight don’t hide that.

Professor Galfred and Ralphstead take hold of my arms. I look to both of them while asking, “What, ummm, what exactly is this party about?”

They don’t answer. They just continue to have their eyes angled down at my arms as they slide their hands all the way down to my cuffs and then unbutton them. Then, they each take one hand to take hold of the back of my shirt and pull. It slides off my trembling body. The remainder of my shirt is pulled out of my pants as they remove it from me, completely. Professor Ralphstead places his hand on my cheek and angles my face up to his. His green eyes burning into me like emerald suns.

“Haven’t you figure that out, yet?” Professor Ralphstead says. He looks down and I know what he’s looking at. I just keep looking at him.

I then feel his thumb press into the tip of my still hard dick. I take a surprised inhalation. My voice being pulled into me as my chest puffs up. I’m surprised, embarrassed, and turned on all at the same time. He keeps pressing against my dick.

“Ughhh,” is all I can muster to say as I actually rest my head on his shoulder as I feel his hard touch all the way down to the back of my cock.

“Soon,” he says, as he flicks his thumb against the tip of my dick and it rebounds. It reverberates up and down as it convulses, starting to build up a hot flow through the shaft. He directs his eyes to me and says, “Real soon.”

He then tweaks the tip of my penis with his thumb and index finger, smirks and walks off. I look around the room, again. I begin to softly hug myself with my arms. Even with my pants and underwear still on, I have never felt so exposed.