Gay Dads- All His Son's Friends

by Fantasia Moan

  “I said I was sorry!” Dylan defended. “I seriously am, princess.” I repeatedly told him it was fine and we all just shrugged it off.

  They offered me a shower and of course I said yes.

  After everything that happened that night, it was as if nothing crazy happened at all. The three of us watched the sunrise together in Sir Nathan’s balcony while we had coffee.

  “We won’t tell anyone, princess.” Dylan began to say. “It’s a bit of a habit that Nathan and I do. But you don’t have to worry.” He said.

  “He’s right, Alexa.” Sir Nathan said as he stroked my hair again. “We’re playmates now, right?” He had his signature gentle smile on his lips again, but this time, I know for sure that it’s not as innocent as everyone thinks it is.

  Story Thirty-Two

  My first week of college was a swarm of emotions that I’d never felt before and it took less than a full seven days before I realized that I wanted to go back home. I was from a small town that nobody’s ever heard of in the middle of Nebraska and as soon as I set foot on the campus in Austin, Texas, I knew that life would never be the same. The people were of a different caliber and I knew that no matter what I did, said or tried, I would never fit in with my peers. Where I was shy and kept to myself, it seemed that everyone around me was bursting with life and ready to conquer the world. I couldn’t find my way around campus while my roommate had an efficient plan to navigate her way to each class. Before I left for school, my mother warned me that I would be in for a culture shock and she had never been more right in her life. There were people smoking marijuana and drinking in the bars and the only time I had seen anyone drunk before was when I went looking for my older brother in a bar. Many would call me sheltered and boring but I preferred to see myself as cautious and careful. So many things could happen to a young woman but if she stayed in at nights and kept her nose in a book, she was more likely to avoid being raped and murdered. What was I thinking when I applied to a school so far from home? It had only been a week and already I missed my mother desperately. She and I had been each other’s rock after my father abandoned us when I was eight and I’d always been there for her. My mother worked two jobs and I studied hard but finally, college was actually attainable and when I was offered a scholarship to the University of Texas, I had to accept it. Four years was nothing and I could return home and begin my life as a social worker. My dream had always been to help disadvantaged children and all I had to do was work hard while I was here and take my new degree back to Nebraska where I could make a difference.

  “Emily Bailey?” I stepped forward and walked to the front of the lecture hall. It seemed as if a million eyes stared back at me, even though there was only about thirty students in my sociology class. Holding my paper tightly in my hands, I shook as I looked down and began to softly read aloud.

  “We can’t hear you!” Someone shouted from the back, followed by quiet snickers and chortles from my fellow students. I raised my voice and continued reading my essay on the effects of homes with two working parents verses children raised with someone home. I’d always had such anxiety when it came to public speaking, or anything having to do with the public, actually. As my palms began to sweat, I could feel the eyes burning themselves through me, as if they were waiting for me to make a mistake so they could attack. I’d have given anything for a drink of water but I managed to finish my report and make it back to my seat without completely making a fool of myself. When I looked back to the professor, his eyes locked with mine as he scanned the room and I could have sworn that he gave me a small wink. I hadn’t noticed before, due to the fact that I had my head in my notes most of the time, but Professor Tate was rather handsome. He was probably in his late thirties or early forties and had a confident air that I desperately wish I possessed. His sandy blond hair was styled in what my mother would probably call messy-chic and I could tell by the way his shirt was haphazardly tucked into his khaki slacks that he was probably relaxed and easy-going outside the classroom.

  My heart fluttered a bit when I looked up once more and saw that he was staring at me from his desk as Trina Yang read her essay. I’d never had a boyfriend and wasn’t experienced at flirting but I was pretty sure that the professor was smiling at me. I darted my eyes back to Trina Yang and tried to listen but my attention kept being called back to the piercing, blue eyes of my teacher. As Ms. Yang concluded her assignment, Professor Tate looked down to his list of names and called Bradley Beech to the front and his eyes found mine, once again. My face was sure to be ten shades of red as my eyes met those of my professor and I couldn’t help but smile. His face returned the gesture and he looked back to Bradley Beech as he gave his speech. This continued until he declared class to be over and the students began to pile out of the lecture hall.

  “Miss Bailey? Could I speak with you a moment?” He asked as I walked toward the center aisle in the middle of the room so that I could exit through the back. I nodded and walked toward his desk as I tried not to appear as if I’d spent the last hour checking him out like a preteen fangirl.

  “Yes, Professor Tate?” He stood up and stood next to me with a smile as students walked past on their way to the main exit. His tones were hushed as he leaned down and said,

  “I just wanted to say that your understanding of the topic was impressive and I expect nothing but great things. Let’s just say I’ll be keeping my eye on you.” He placed his hand on my back as he spoke the words and I smiled and said thank you. He turned back to his desk and I took that as my cue to leave but when I turned my head one last time, I noticed that he’d been watching me.

  Chapter Two

  “So, are you going to the Alpha Zeta mixer?” My roommate, Amber, brushed her long, blond hair as she walked around the small room in her bra and panties. I looked to my own pajama shorts and t-shirt and replied,

  “I think I’ll sit this one out, thanks.” Parties were just an excuse for kids to get together and get drunk enough to make some bad decisions and since I was a virgin, I wasn’t interested in random, college hook-ups. It was obvious that Amber had a few penises in her but I wasn’t one to judge. To each his own but I just felt as if a girl should wait until she found someone special. Back home, there was nobody that even came close to being special enough to get between my legs and so far, the same read true for college.

  “You don’t know what you’re missing, Emily. There are going to be so many guys there, it’ll be hard to pick which one I want.” I shook my head as I pictured my roommate in some upstairs bedroom, blowing the entire fraternity just so she could see which one tasted best.

  “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll probably just hit the library and get an early start on next week’s bio research.” She rolled her eyes and said,

  “Ew, lame,” as she plucked a shirt from her closet. After tossing on a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass, she asked me how she looked. Fighting the urge to tell her that she resembled White Trash Barbie, I told her she looked great and she left me in peace. I wasn’t lying about the library and threw on some sweats in lieu of my shorts, put my dark hair in a ponytail and found my sneakers. As I walked across campus, I spotted a figure walking toward me and I just kept my head down. I’d have to get over my fear that everyone was a rapist one day, so I decided today was that day. Looking back up and keeping my eyes forward instead of dropping them to the ground, I noticed that it was my handsome professor.

  “Good evening, Miss Bailey.” His eyes met mine and my heart skipped in my chest. The last few weeks it seemed as if he’d make special reasons to talk to me or place his hand on my shoulder while correcting or guiding me in class. My attraction for him had grown into a crush and I’m sure he could tell by the way my eyes lit up every time he’d notice me.

  “Hello, professor,” was all I managed to say as we approached but instead of passing by, he stopped and asked where I was headed.

  “I thought I’d go to the library and get a jump on next week’s bio.” He no
dded and asked,

  “Want me to help you study? I’m sure I could show you a thing or two.” I was naïve but not stupid; he was flirting. My mind told me that he was a dirty pervert who targeted young women but my heart and loins were telling me to go with him and see what he could teach me.

  “I really shouldn’t.” I bit my lip and looked to the ground, then something hit me as I glanced up with coy eyes and said, “I’ve never had a study partner before.”

  “Oh, really?” He was definitely intrigued and I felt an unfamiliar throb in my crotch. Was I horny? Did I ache for his touch? Looking around, he said that he’d be in his office for a few hours if I found myself in need of a tutor. Making sure that we weren’t being watched, his hand touched my elbow and he said, “I really hope you decide to let me teach you.” His ice-blue eyes pierced my soul as he stared into my soul before continuing on his way. Left confused and out of breath, I walked the rest of the way to the library in a daze, though I felt as if I may have been floating.

  Concentration was out of the question as I flipped mindlessly through the pages of random books on the human body. It was either fate playing a cruel trick or giving me a divine sign as I glanced down to find that I was on the chapter labeled “Human Intercourse”. Slamming the book shut, I checked my watch and noted that I’d only been in the library for fifteen minutes. My thoughts kept drifting to my professor’s touch and just how much he could show me. I’d spent so much of my life being good and I had the opportunity to have my first time be something that I could hold on to instead of an awkward experience in the back of a car with a boy I’d not remember in twenty years. The more I thought of his hands on my skin, the more I fought myself to get up and go to him.

  My willpower faded as quickly as it came and I replaced the books I’d gathered, grabbed my things and headed for the door. I made haste as I returned to my dorm and threw on a skirt, tight top and sandals before brushing my hair and teeth and returning to the quad. As I crossed the common area, my heart skipped in my chest as I thought of what was about to happen and hoped that he hadn’t given up on me.

  Chapter Three

  Knocking on the door of my professor’s office was one of the hardest things I’d ever done, for my hand felt as heavy as lead and my chest pumped a mile-a-minute. When I heard him answer, I thought my heart stopped all together. What was I doing here? I’d spent my whole life waiting for a special someone and here I was, allowing myself to be swayed into the private chambers of a professor. I felt like such a fake but I was more curious than I’d ever been. I’d often thought of being held in his seemingly strong arms and finally knowing the taste of a kiss.

  “I’m so glad you decided to join me. Please, sit down.” He motioned to the love seat against the wall of his office and I did as he requested. He joined me on the small sofa and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. His smile calmed my nerves a bit and he placed his arm on the back of the seat. “You’re so beautiful.” I smiled at the compliment and he placed his thumb and forefinger on my chin and tilted my head to face him. My mind raced as his face lowered to mine and as my eyes closed, I felt the warmth of his breath against my lips. When they touched mine, his warm tongue teased my own and he softly caressed the back of my head. His hand slowly ran down my back as he leaned me into the corner of the plush sofa. Shifting my weight so that I could wrap my arms around him, I felt the strength of his body and moaned as I ran my hands down his firm torso. His body felt better than I’d imagined and as his hands slowly ran down my side, I gasped as he touched my breast. Pulling away, I smiled and covered my mouth.

  “I’m sorry, I just…” He cut me off and said,

  “Don’t worry about it. If this isn’t what you want, we don’t have to do anything. I have to admit though that I have been thinking about you since the first day I saw you.” I shook my head as I blushed and said,

  “Oh, that’s not true.” Professor Tate removed my hand from my mouth and said,

  “Never hide your beautiful smile.” He smiled to me as he ran his thumb softly over my bottom lip. “Besides, I can tell that you aren’t like these other vapid wretches. You have an actual brain in that head of yours and know how to use it.” His words lingered in my ears for a moment but all I could hear was my body screaming for more of his touch and I smiled as I said,

  “Forgive me if I seem like I don’t know what I’m doing because frankly, I have no idea what I’m doing.” He looked at me and asked,

  “You’ve never made love?” I shook my head and said,

  “I’ve only been kissed once and it was on a dare in the eighth grade.” His eyes opened widely in surprise and asked,

  “Really?” His eyes washed over my legs peeking out from under my skirt and the heaving in my bosom as I tried to control my breathing. “What made you accept my offer?” I looked into his eyes and replied,

  “Well, I almost didn’t but I couldn’t get the idea of you touching me out of my mind.” I stared into his eyes and he leaned in for another kiss. I met his lips this time with more assurance and allowed my tongue to explore his mouth. His hand gently groped my pert breast over my shirt and I felt tingles run up and down my spine. My hand found itself in his soft hair and my fingers instinctually grabbed a handful as my leg ran up the side of his waist. He placed himself between my legs and I could feel his urgency between my thighs. Professor Tate’s hand ran under the hem of my skirt and up my leg as he gently slid his finger under the waistband of my cotton panties. I raised my hips to allow him easier access for removal and he slid my undergarment down my thin legs. Lowering his head, he looked up to me and said,

  “I’d hold on to something if I were you.” His tongue felt as if it held electricity as he placed his mouth on my aching mound. He began swirling it around my clit and gently sucking as he licked before sliding his finger into me. I moaned and gripped the arm of the small couch as he lovingly lapped my tender femininity. He slowly massaged me from the inside as he hungrily licked and sucked me, sending a jolt of warmth rush through my body. My hips bucked and I began to moan as I felt my hungry hole clench his nimble finger as I had my first orgasm.

  “Oh, my god!” I moaned as I looked down to his face between my thighs and he continued to suckle my clit as I tried to catch my breath. With a smile, he looked up to me and said,

  “That was lesson one.” Shuddering, I smiled and slowly closed my knees, slightly embarrassed to have him look at me there. I was still unsure of how I was supposed to act or what to do but he placed his hand on my knee and opened my thighs.

  “Lesson two is be confident in your sexuality. You have a pretty pussy and it makes my dick hard to look at it so don’t hide it.” I was sure my face blushed harder than ever before because I’d never had anyone speak to me that way and it turned me on intensely. “Let me see you touch it.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do, so I ran my fingers slowly over the area where he’d just had his mouth and watched his eyes light up with delight. “That’s a good girl.”

  His gently hands pulled at my top and I raised my hands so that he could remove it and he smiled when he saw my perky breasts.

  “Absolutely beautiful.” He gazed down to me as he placed his hands on them, gently stroking my nipples as I writhed in response to his touch. “Do you like that?” I smiled at him and said,

  “Yes, sir.” I could tell he liked the submissive tone in my voice and he adjusted his growing member in his slacks. He saw my eyes wander to the bulge in his pants and he asked if I wanted to see it first, to which I slowly nodded. I’d never seen one up close and I wondered if it would fit inside me. I wasn’t sure how much I could take in me but when he pulled out his hard cock, I knew that he had too much. I gasped when I saw it but the smile on my face was also evident and when I placed my hand on it, I was amazed at its rigidity. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of my hand on his thick shaft and as I awkwardly massaged it, he pressed his hips forward.

  Professor Tate placed himself between my thighs, on
ce again, and as he looked into my eyes, he leaned in to kiss me. I could feel him pressing himself against my wet hole and as I winced in discomfort, he pulled his hips back and slowly inched them forward again. Slowly pressing himself against me, I opened my thighs wider and tried my best to relax. He held himself over me with his left arm on the back of the couch while his right caressed my tender flesh. As he kissed me deeper and with more passion than he’d done previously, he pushed himself into me and I felt my innocence fade away as I was filled with the thickness of the professor. Gasping, I clawed at his back as he slowly began to pull himself in and out of me, creating a slow rhythm with our bodies.

  “Are you okay?” He asked as he looked down to me and though it was uncomfortable, I didn’t want him to stop.

  “Yes,” I smiled, “I’m fine.” He kissed me once again and rolled his hips, causing me to gasp and hold onto his strong frame as he pushed his length into me. Raising my legs to his waist, he placed his hands under my round ass and began to thrust into me faster. As we rocked in time together on his sofa, the professor closed his eyes and firmly grasped my ass in both hands. I glanced down so that I could see him inside me and noticed a slight twinge of red on his thick cock.

  “A little blood is normal; nothing to worry about,” he said as he leaned in to kiss me. His hand reached between my thighs and as he pressed himself deeper and deeper into my aching slot, he rubbed my clit with his thumb and I felt a whole new range of ecstasy.

  “Oh, yes!” I screamed loudly as another orgasm racked my body and he smiled down to me as he watched me writhe underneath him while my tight pussy gripped him in sexual bliss.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He brought me to orgasm once again within a matter of seconds and as it subsided, I felt him began to throb deep within me. Professor Tate pulled himself out of me and began to pump his cock in my hand while pointing it at my stomach. I felt his warm fluids hit my skin and the look of pure satisfaction washed over his face as he emptied his seed. Breathing heavily, he smiled down to me and said,