“I know we’ve discussed everything under the sun, at least everything appropriate between a teacher and student. Can I ask, how is your love life going? Are you seeing anyone?”

A strange question. “Um no, not right now I’m not. I’ve had a couple of flings the past year, but I don’t know, we could never really connect. They all just kinda fell apart.”

“I remember you saying that to me way back when: that you could never really connect with the girls you were seeing. Jake, there are some unstoppable forces within ourselves, forces that are completely intertwined with our destiny, with our DNA. They will never be overcome, they can never be dodged, nor disguised. They are who we are.”

I listened politely, overwhelmed with confusion by the strange avenue our conversation turned. He sat back down on top of his desk, facing me.

“Jake, have you ever fooled around with a guy?”

My face flushed red. “Um, I’m not really sure how to answer–”

“Jake, if I am to bring you along on this trip I need total candor, total and complete honesty from you. The more honesty you show me now, the more comfortable I will be with our arrangement.”

“Um, you know. I fooled around with a couple of friends when I was growing up, nothing crazy. Just exploring our bodies at sleepovers and stuff. Definitely nothing since high school.”

“Hm, I see.” He leaped up off his desk. “Jake, I need you to do something. I’m going to turn off the lights and I need you to close your eyes. I need you to seek deep within yourself why you aren’t connecting with these women. I need the words to pour out of your mouth in a flowing stream of consciousness. I will respectfully listen. Can you do that for me?”

“I . . . I, yeah I can do that. If you think it will help.”

“Beautiful. Now, when I turn them off I need you to go. I need you to start talking, start talking from deep within about your inability to connect.” He put his hand on my shoulder and looked down at me with a confident grin that was supposed to be reassuring. “I promise this will help.”

I smiled back shyly, and the room went dark. I took a deep breath and began speaking slowly.

“I . . . I don’t know what’s getting in the way. Ever since I was a kid, it just hasn’t worked out. I sometimes feel like something is wrong with me, like . . . like I was programmed wrong. I am so close . . . I am so close, yet so far. I feel like I’m missing some central component that would allow the machine to work properly. I . . . I feel this emptiness . . . this complete distance from everyone else I can’t seem to explain . . . a distance that no one else seems to feel. And this just gets intensified with romantic partners, the distance between her and I . . . instead of becoming closer, it just grows larger as we spend more time together. It doesn’t even feel like incompatibility . . . it feels completely alien, like I’m not even human. I just want tenderness in my life . . . I want love, I want to feel completely secure with someone and I am beginning to feel that these things are incompatible with who I am. I’m scared that I will never be able to touch them, to grasp onto what I’ve always–”

“Jake, I need you to open your eyes.”

I softly fluttered my eyes open. The room was nearly completely dark aside from some soft rays of sunlight poking through the bottom of the curtained window. He was standing over me, and I realized he was stroking himself right in front of my face. His long, thick cock was only a few inches from my mouth. I felt him touch the top of my head with his hand.

“Jake, I felt these things when I was younger too. I completely understand every word of what you just said. When was the last time you gave a blowjob–when you were younger fooling around, when was this?”

I stood still and my heart dropped, I felt I couldn’t move my head. “Um, I’m not entirely sure when–”

“Jake, I want you to suck me. I want you to suck me to completion, and I want you to tell me how you feel afterward. Remember, this trip depends on your honesty.”

He moved his cock forward and brushed it against my lips. I had nothing to lose, he would be the one getting in trouble if anyone were to find out.

“Okay,” I said, looking up at him timidly.

I closed my eyes, and as he began pushing the tip against my lips I opened my mouth. His cock was thick and I immediately looked back up at him with surprise as he began to slowly pump in and out of my mouth. The feeling of it, the warmth, the feeling of it tunneling into my mouth awakened something in me.

“Yes, Jake, yes. Your mouth feels delightful. Open your mouth a little wider– I’m going to go deeper now.” It slid against my tongue and I could feel it hit the back of my throat. I peeked my eyes open and looked up. He was gently, but deeply fucking my mouth with his eyes closed, moaning quietly, with his face pointed towards the ceiling. The towering handsome man using me, the suddenness of it, the pulsating warmness pumping into my mouth awoke some repressed fire in me. I grabbed his hips and pushed his cock down my throat, my eyes watering as my lips brushed against his neatly trimmed pubes.

He nearly fell over in surprise, and moaned out loudly, covering his mouth with his hand. As I began moving my neck forwards and backward, tilting my head, and rubbing his thighs, his muffled moans filled the room as I felt his hand push the back of my head down the full length of his sloppy-soaked member.

“Get ready, Jake. Stick your tongue out,” he suddenly said, ripping his cock out of my mouth and caressing my right cheek with his finger as he jerked furiously over my eager, protruding tongue. With several vibrating leg movements and deep moans his hot load shot directly onto my tongue and the roof of my mouth.“We’re going to have a wonderful trip, Jake,” he said looking down, smiling in a post-orgasmic, relaxed bliss. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Fuck, hide under the desk, Jake. Hurry.” I scurried briskly to the back of the room and dove behind the large wooden desk.

“Hey Savannah, I was just doing some meditation. What can I help you with?”

The voices became muffled as I thought about what just happened. His salty, warm cum was still in my mouth, and I was unbelievably turned on. The door closed.

“That was too close for comfort, Jake.” I swallowed his load as I stood up. “Jake, I need you to come back tomorrow. Four in the afternoon, is that okay? We need to begin planning the trip.”

“I can do that,” I said, nodding. He could have fucked my mouth again right there. I looked up into his eyes as the warm cum drifted down my throat and into my stomach in a fiery descent.

He stepped closer and put his hand on my shoulder. “You exceeded my expectations, Jake. Wash up good before you arrive. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I could barely sit through my classes the next day in anticipation. All I could think about was his long, thick member pulsating in and out of my mouth as he moaned. Him holding my head still and using my mouth–the complete powerlessness I felt made me incredibly horny. I rushed to his office, arriving ten minutes early. I quietly knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

As I stepped through the door I saw the wall behind his desk was now covered in a pinned-up gallery of paper maps. “Ah, Jake. How are you?” He was busy putting one against the wall closest to the desk. He had his glasses on and his sleeves rolled up.

“I’m doing well, a bit of a long day.”

“Well, I’m glad you came back. I thought I might’ve scared you off.” I smiled in response as I set my bookbag on the ground next to the chair and sat down.

“It’s about time I told you where we’re going. Have you ever been to the European continent, Jake?”

“No, I’ve never been out of the country. I always dreamt of going when I had a little money.”

“Ah, well you’ll love it. It will make you realize just how dull this godforsaken country has become.” He walked over to the larger map. “The country is Liechtenstein, Jake. This is where we will be going in a few weeks. A beautiful little country nestled in the alpine bosom of Switzerland and Austria.”

“I’ve never even heard of it.” An excited stream of emotions fluttered over me. It sounded so exotic, so European.

“And that’s why we’re going. It has all the natural beauty that Europe has to offer without all the unnecessary buzz and fanfare. We’ve just built a house there in the mountains that will serve as the base of operations for our enterprise. It’s a lovely spot, I think you’ll really enjoy the scenery.”

“Can I ask what exactly I’ll be doing?”

“You will be assisting us in more ways than you can ever imagine Jake. And you will be rewarded handsomely for it.” He stood up with his bulge in clear view and looked down at me. “Do you understand now?”

“I do,” I responded, my eyes slowly scanning from his bulge up to his beaming eyes.

He took his glasses off and walked towards me. “Did you enjoy what happened between us yesterday? I know you were probably surprised, but you seemed to really like doing it.”

My face blushed, and I looked straight forward at the bulge in his pants. “I did,” I said, looking back up at him with an innocent smile.

“It’s ready for you now. Reach out your hand to it.”

I smiled at him for a few seconds blankly, before moving my hand to the bulge in his trousers. I began rubbing the hard, throbbing outline, occasionally looking back up at him. I couldn’t wait to have it in my mouth again. After a few seconds, I began to undo his leather belt buckle and the button on his pants and unzipped his zipper.

“On your knees, Jake.”

I collapsed off the chair to my knees. My mouth was practically drooling with anticipation. As I looked up at him he thrust his pants down to his ankles and his throbbing cock fell onto my face. I closed my eyes and moved my head around, letting its warmth rub against my forehead, cheeks, and lips.

“You’re such a tease,” he said as he stroked my hair. “I know this has been lurking inside you. You have become what you always were. You are now riding with the unstoppable force instead of fighting against it.”

His warm member was bouncing against my face and I wasn’t listening to a word he was saying. I was too cock-drunk to even think. I began dragging my tongue against the full length of it on all sides. As I opened my eyes I saw his sagging, shaved sack right in front of my face and began licking it all over and taking both balls in my mouth as I stroked him.

“Oh Jake,” he moaned out, grasping my head harder.

I made my way back up to the tip of his cock and began taking it fully into my mouth, with each stroke of my throat getting deeper and closer to the base. The gagging sounds of my throat turned me on even more and encouraged me to go deeper. With one long thrust of my throat, I began to gag and was forced to retreat my mouth from his cock as a stream of saliva poured out onto the floor.

“Get on the desk, Jake. Face your ass towards me.”

“Yes sir.” I crawled up on the desk and got on all fours. I immediately began unbuckling my pants, as he pulled off my shoes. I ripped off my shirt and I looked at a mirror in the corner; I was now fully naked. My tanned, hairless body was in the doggy position with him stroking himself behind me. I realized how nice my body was–I was the perfect twink.

“You have the most gorgeous little hole, Jake. Spread your cheeks apart for me.”

I could feel his wet saliva land on my asshole, and his tongue began swirling around it in circles. I began to moan, it felt heavenly; I’d never had someone do that to me before. I could feel a wetness enter me as he began to fuck me in and out with his tongue. I began to moan louder.

“You like that Jake?”

“Ohh, yes sir, yes sir.”

The wetness stopped and he began to kiss around my hole. A sharp, erotic pain reflexively jerked me forward as he spanked each of my cheeks.

“We’re going to try one finger now Jake. Just relax.”

I took a deep breath and put my face and arms against the top of the desk. His wet finger pushed through my hole, and I moaned out. I ran my hand against my arms as he motioned in and out. He pulled his finger out and I could feel his cock sliding up and down against my crack.

“You ready, Jake?”

“Yes sir.” Ready was an understatement.

A sharp pain filled my ass as he began to push in. I moaned out as he began to thrust deeper and deeper.

“You’re so tight, Jake. I know it hurts, just give it a few more strokes. It will start to feel better.”

“Okay,” I whimpered out. He was right, a couple of minutes later it began feeling incredible. His thick cock fully filling me up and sliding against the walls of my tight hole unlocked another world of sexual pleasure that I didn’t know existed. He began fucking me harder, and his moans became louder.

“I’m gonna cum Jake, clench your ass.” I breathed in and sucked in my hole around his pulsating cock. I could feel the warm, sticky liquid explode in me as he collapsed onto my back. He stepped back from me and spread my ass.

“Fuck, Jake. That was incredible. Let’s see you push it out. Right onto the desk there.” I pushed out and felt the warm cum pour out of my hole onto the desk, making the familiar sound of cold raindrops hitting a wooden railing. As I got dressed he explained that I would need to come back to his office every day at the same time to “plan the trip,” which was only two weeks away. As I left the room, I looked back at him, the maps, and the puddle of semen on his desk. A lustful excitement of adventure came over me.

Liechtenstein. I repeated the word to myself in my head as I walked down the long hallway. How had I never heard of it?

As the next two weeks went by I was jolting with excitement over our mysterious trip to that mysterious country. My visits to his office became a daily ritual, and he remarked on how my skills were improving. By the final day of the semester, my throat could take his cock fully down to the base with ease, and I could ride him with the skill of an experienced pornstar. I waited every day in fierce anticipation to watch myself in his office mirror, as my young body pushed up and down with power and energy over him.

“Well, last day of the semester, Jake. You and I have come a long way, haven’t we?” he remarked, buckling his belt. I nodded in agreement as I wiped his fluids off my face with a tissue.

“I need us to take a break over the next week, okay? Finals week is busy for the both of us, but it’s especially important for you to focus on your studies. I want you to be here next semester.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay away,” I said grinning, as I pulled my shorts to my waist.

He stepped towards me and put his hand on my neck. “Just one more week, Jake. One more week, until we have a whole summer of it, uninhibited in our own little place. Our own little Eden.” He kissed me passionately. “Now go study.”

And study I did–in my own newly liberated way, of course. As the black, lifeless words from textbook chapters I should’ve read months ago dragged before my eyes, I could only think of those moments in that Lynchian office that were so full of life.

I was nearly caught on multiple occasions throughout campus dozing off into these vivid cock-dreams. On one occasion, a stern librarian walked around the corner of an aisle as I moaned aloud, my finger stealthily push-pulling in my starving hole under the table. I panicked and stuck my face into a finance textbook, pretending to be lost in macroeconomic ecstasy, my eyes gulping up every throbbing word of the prostate-pounding push-and-pull of aggregate supply and demand.

By the time I made for the exit out of those large lecture halls and handed my tests into the pale palms of cross-eyed teacher assistants, I felt confident in my results. The sharp image of the alpine horizon of my European adventure, as well as returning in good academic standing the next year, gave me a precise goal to work towards during those studious weeks. Despite my hormonal distractions, I soaked up the course material like a sponge day and night, and when it came time to showcase my absorption, I moved my pencil with the confidence of a chest-puffing maestro–finishing first on every exam and walking proudly into my golden European summer past my lowly, uncultured classmates, who probably thought my beloved Lichtenstein was a rare species of fungal rash, or the obscure name of some forgotten fat-necked Nazi, hanged like a dog in Nuremberg.

I only had a few things to move out of my dorm, and with a mutually lukewarm goodbye exchanged with my roommate, I found myself in the leather seat of a sports car that no mathematics professor had any business driving. He was nice enough to buy me a storage locker for my things, and we were soon off to the airport and into our infinite summer.

I had never felt so close to a man before, sitting in the car next to him, my hand laying on his thigh, looking at him with bursting lust as he spoke, switched gears, and looked ahead with a focused gaze of fatherly machismo. I felt the leather with my fingers as he filled up the tank, I savored the music pouring out from his stereo system, and I deeply smelt the fresh interior scent. I felt present, I felt free with him. My future seemed limitless next to him, and I felt honored that out of anyone he could’ve brought on his adventure, he chose to bring me. In this charming car, this charming man . . .

As he sat back down in the car, I looked over at his grinning face as he made some witty comment about gas prices and the Saudi royal family, and I thought to myself that if he chose to drive us off a cliff into the rocky depths of a canyon instead of the airport, it would have been a privilege to die holding onto his toned arm. He could’ve taken me anywhere.