This has to be 20 years ago at least because I've been sober for 20 years and this was back when I was still drinking and partying. A professor in college...he wasn't all that good looking but there was something about him. Can't explain why I thought he could be had, but I was determined to try. From all accounts he is/was straight and in fact the rumor went that he had a thing for Asian women.
We had an assignment he gave and I for some reason, had to miss class. The next day I asked about getting the information and I said that if I could stop at his apartment, I could pick it up. LOL, I knew what I was doing. He said ok. That evening, I wore a ripped up pair of jeans, drank a whole bunch (liquid courage) and went over. I behaved in a very slutty manner...as I talked to him I'd nonchalantly play with myself, when I went to piss I purposely left the door open, etc. I could tell from the bulge in his pants that I was having an affect on him. I could tell by the way he was acting that he had something on his mind...but nothing happened.
That semester ended. I got an "A" in his class (deserved, BTW). One night, after bar-hopping, I ended up at a local ABS. I sat in the parking lot watching all the dudes go in and out. After awhile, I saw a car pull in and the occupant get out. It was him! I opened my window and called to him. He walked over and got in my car. I pulled out a couple of beers and we talked. I told him how I wanted him and had since my class. He told me he knew and wasn't stupid, that he knew what was going on when I went to his house that night. He said he wanted to do it but was conflicted over the ethics of our student/teacher relationship. I told him that I respected that but that now we weren't student/teacher. He said, "Well, thats true."
I reached over and grabbed the bulge in his blue gym shorts. He was hard and fucking HUGE. He was truly one of those nerdy guys who are W-A-Y hung. And that was his appeal to me, I got a thing for nerdy guys with big dicks. Anyway, I started playing with it and leaned over and started sucking him. I told him that it was his turn. He seemed nervous and told me that he'd never done it. Not sure why I perceived it this way, but I got it in my head that he was one of those guys who had to be "forced" to do it. I grabbed his hand and put it on my cock, which I had out. I got all dominant and said, "I am gonna make you my bitch." He sighed this really big sigh and kind of went "Ahhhhuuhhh..." really quiet. I ripped one of the legs of his gym shorts open and told him to get the fuck out of my car, get in his, and drive to his house. He did as he was told and I followed him.
We got to his house and he sat in his car because, I think, he didn't know what he was suppose to do next. I walked up to his car and told him to get his ass into the house, that I was gonna sit on his porch and drink a beer and smoke a cig. He was to strip except for the torn shorts and stand in his living room.
What followed was pretty hot and incredible. I sucked his dick just enough to drive him crazy...then I stopped. I forced him to his knees and just held my dick in front of his face...and made him stare at it. I eventually let him put his tongue on the end of my cock...then I pissed on him.
I was really drunk by this time. Before the night was over, he sucked my dick, ate my asshole, and shot his load twice.
Anyway, like I said, this was 20 years ago. I still think about that night. It was the only time we got together. He hasn't lived in my city for years. I occasionally look him up to see where he is and what he is doing. I hope he remembers that night as fondly as I do.
I assure one and all that this is absolutely true and absolutely happened.