I woke up with my back arched, and I was gasping for breath. It wasn’t a dream. The sensation was mind-blowing. At first, I thought that I was dreaming. Then I heard the sounds. They were the slurpy sounds of a mouth sucking on a cock. It was James under the sheets rocking his mouth back and forth on me. He was lying at an angle across the bed, and his muscular bare ass just barely peeked out at me.

I gave his ass a swat to let him know I was awake. He responded by sucking harder, and I pounded the back of my head into the pillow mixing a moan with a growl. I slept through the build-up, and he was close to taking me over the edge.

My hand found its way under the sheets, and my fingers tangled in James’ hair. I gripped tight and slowed his movement. I wanted to enjoy the edge a few minutes longer. James followed my guidance and flattened his tongue against the length of my cock. He was no beginner in oral sex.

With my other hand, I gave his bare ass another swat before I slowly spread his cheeks with my fingers. James moaned against my cock. I could feel the vibrations in his throat, and it was nearly enough to make me cum.

I slipped a single finger down between the cheeks and found the puckered rim of his tight little hole. Closing my eyes, I thought about how James’ breath caught in his throat when my cock pushed into that hole the night before. I murmured, “Remember, James?”

He muttered “Uh huh” against my cock.

I growled, “I’m gonna cum, James.”

He took it as a signal to attack my cock with renewed passion. His head began to bob vigorously, and he slid a hand between my legs to cup my balls. I was ready this time. I stopped holding back.

The tip of my finger pushed just past James’ tight ring. His muffled howl against my cock sent me over the edge. Warm, sticky cum shot into his mouth as I arched my hips upward. I yelled out, “James!” as my entire body bucked in response to the orgasm.

He held my cock head deep in his mouth until the spasms subsided. I heard the wet, sloppy kiss just before he climbed out from under the sheets to lay his head on my pillow at my side. His hair was damp with sweat from the heat generated under the sheets. A sheepish grin filled James’ face as he said, “Good morning.”

I asked, “This is what life is like with you?”

A laugh rumbled deep in his throat. “I guess so.”

He kissed the side of my neck, and I raked my fingers through his damp hair. I asked, “How am I supposed to get out of bed and go to work when the sexiest man ever is lying in my bed. You’re going to be my ruin.”

James placed his cheek against my bare chest and reached up to play with my nipple with his fingers. He said, “I don’t know the answer to that. It sounds kind of tough to me. I’m glad that I’m on vacation.”

“You’re horrible, James. I mean that in a good way.”

“I might be, but I can cook breakfast if that helps.”

I smiled and ruffled his hair with my fingers. “We’ll have breakfast after we take a shower. Did I remember to say I’m happy that you’re here?”

* * *

When I arrived at my studio, I had a bounce in my step and a smile on my face. James told me that he was going to head outside and explore the city and then meet me back at the apartment at the end of my workday. It was a perfect plan.

I was surprised to find Hector Ruiz, one of my best students, pacing outside my door. He was breathless when he said, “Professor Bakker, I need to talk to you before you check your email. Please tell me that you haven’t read your email in the last hour.”

I unlocked the door and said, “No, I haven’t read email since last night. Are you worried about something?”

He followed me inside. “I sent something to you by accident. Could you just delete any messages from me before you open them?”

I looked into Hector’s dark brown eyes and said, “Yes, I think I can do that. Would that avoid a lot of embarrassment?”

Hector exhaled and scratched his head. He said, “I’m already embarrassed, but that would keep it from getting worse. See, I was entering your email address into my list online, and then I had to send a quick message to my girlfriend.” He blushed slightly and said, “You know how those go.”

I raised an eyebrow. It was true that I understood Hector’s implication. If I had been sending James an email an hour earlier, it would have been riddled with comments that were meant only for James.

Hector shook his head and said, “Well, maybe you don’t, but anyway, please Professor Bakker. Can we have this be over and done with?”

I nodded and said, “I won’t read the message, but I want to ask you a question.”

Hector smiled and said, “Oh, sure, Professor Bakker. Ask me anything. You’re a good teacher.”

“Once you walk out of my office, will you forget about the email mixup and forget about any of this happening?”

Hector reached up and scratched his head again. “I guess so. Having to come here and tell you what I did is a little embarrassing, but I can live with that. As long as the message is gone.”

“It doesn’t make you want to drop my class?”

With a somewhat perplexed expression on his face, Hector asked, “Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s so embarrassing.” I was starting to feel nervous about making myself so transparent to one of my students.

Hector answered, “My grandma always said that sometimes we have to forget our pride when there’s something important that needs to be done. I need to pass your class, Professor Bakker. I do. It’s too important. I can’t let my pride get in my way.”