Turn Of 180 Degrees

Turn Of 180 Degrees

By: AWC

Professor Dean of Physics had something special in his personality. Harry could not figure out, what exactly but for him, only the voice of the Professor would send convalescent waves of arousal throughout his body. He always thought that it was getting impossible for him to continue a preceptorship with this professor. Maybe, changing the subject of his studies was a better answer. It was almost a non-possibility to stay healthy and have an erection all the times, when he was in the University. Harry was a very bright student and through all his studies, he was sure to complete his Ph.D. but now nobody doubted it more than Harry himself. He was very good in Psychology as well and completing his Ph.D. in Psychology would be no less of an achievement but it was the wastage of his 3 years, he had put in already that bothered Harry and made him so much doubtful and double minded.

He was already 26 and it bothered him, always feeling Prof. Dean around him, his hand on the young man’s shoulder heightening his arousal. Sometimes he also realized that he was being silly but he could not shake the ideas coming in his mind and think of something else, when he sat in the lecture or in the laboratory with the Professor. He was not sure if the Professor was gay or shall he be able to fuck the Professor in his ass.

“Harry, is everything ok with you”? Professor’s husky voice brought Harry back to the world. He could feel the hair stand on the back of his neck with a rush of blood in his groin making his cock jump in his lap. “Yeses… Yes sir, I am fine”. He stuttered, “I am fine sir”.

“I would like to see you in my private office tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I usually come in at around 8 AM”.

“Bub… but whyiee… Yeah sir, that’s fine. I shall bring in my last month’s reports and pertinent papers”. Harry again stammered a little bit. He looked very intently on the professor’s ass, as it jiggled while prof. walked out of the high priority laboratories area. Harry did not know, why his meeting with the professor was necessary? Next morning, being slightly careless, he just put on his everyday jeans and a button down shirt that looked as shabby but clean. With a quick look in the mirror, he picked up his coffee mug and got out the door and off to the university. He realized, he was more nervous now than he was on yesterday. Once again thinking about Professor Dean had given him a huge hard on and he looked at the watch. He had no time to go to the washroom and lock himself in for masturbation session. He did not want to be late, although he was sure that the Professor was going to release him of his responsibilities.