Professor P's Stories

The phone interrupted the Knicks-Bulls game. "Reed has two visitors." Shit, it was late in the third quarter, the game was close, and I'd miss the end of the game, taking care of Reed. I made up my mind to get back at him later, run him up on some bullshit charges, get some of his yard time taken away. Yeah, that's what I'd do. 

After inviting Tyhcinn to my parents' lake house over Memorial Day, I spent much of the ensuing two weeks fantasizing about how good his mouth would feel on my cock. 

I was on pins and needles for days waiting for Tony to announce to the baseball team that he caught me whacking off in the shower. 

I was whiling away time in study hall, pretending to be looking for inspiration for a short fiction piece I had to write for English class.