The Lecture Series

Exposing the Lecture (Part 3)

A familiar black car pulled up to the front driveway several minutes later and he rushed as fast as his numb legs could carry him. He reached the passenger side and hurriedly slid into the warm interior, the smell of Mew permeating the air of the car. He breathed in and sighed in pleasure before daring a glance over at the driver.

"Are you okay? How much did you drink?" His expression was filled with concern.

"I'm fine, just a couple of drinks and a couple of shots."

Mew sighed and pushed the car into drive, pulling away. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and grabbed Gulf's palm with the other as their fingers intertwined and rested on the center console. 

"Did you at least have fun?"

"The music was so loud, and everyone was so annoying, but I did make one friend" he smiled thinking about Faith and her crazy antics with fondness.

"There was this one girl that kept trying to flirt with me even though I told her I had a boyfriend."

Mew's head whipped around, and his hand tightened, "boyfriend?"

"Well... I mean, I know we haven't made it official yet." He murmured, hesitant.

"Gulf, we're still in the same situation as far as the university is concerned." He replied, choosing his words with caution.

"But I'm not taking your class anymore. Do you not want to be boyfriends? Am I too young and immature?" His sniffled as his mood swung again.

"Gulf, listen we'll talk about this later when you've sobered up some okay?" Mew placated as he pulled up to his house and stopped the car.

"You hate me." He said, voice somber.

Mew shook his head and left the car. Gulf tracked his movement as he circled the car and opened his door. He reached in and grabbed Gulf's hand, pulling him up and out of the sedan before bending down and picking him up, his legs swinging up into the cradle of Mew's arms.
He let out a soft oof as he gasped in surprise.

"I do not hate you Gulf", Mew said and kissed him on the forehead as he carried him into the house, bridal style.

"Sure seems like it, you don't even want to be my boyfriend" he said petulant, his lips pursing.

"We will have this conversation, just not right now. I want to tuck you into bed." Mew distracted him with a kiss to his still pursed lips.

Gulf immediately tried to deepen the kiss and Mew laughed, pulling away. He tried to chase Mew's lips but was unsuccessful seeing as Mew took that moment to lay him down in the bed. He proceeded to strip Gulf of his clothes before pulling the duvet over him.

"I'm going to go get you some water and pain medicine, I'll be right back."

Gulf stared up at the ceiling as his world slowly began to stop turning and his thoughts moved on to more arousing ideas. Did drinking make people horny? Because he was feeling it. He closed his eyes and all he could picture was Mew's firm ass and hard dick. Throwing the covers off, his hand drifted to his own hardening erection and he stroked it, groaning in pleasure. He was already leaking profusely, and he swiped his thumb over it, using it to add some lubrication to his dick. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he pushed his head back into the pillow. Lecherous moans flooded the room as he bent his knees and thrust into his palm, squeezing around the sensitive head. He heard footsteps echoing down the hall and shuddered in excitement. He twisted his body in full view of the door and arched his back, his hips gyrating as he thought of the professor's reaction when he walked in.
The reaction didn't disappoint.