Notes

College student Henry is pretty sure he know why his professor, Abe Weissman, is so high-strung and snappish. He figures he might as well lend a helping hand regardless of whether or not the older man wants it.

It was a nightmare doing anything in Professor Weissman's class. He seemed to enjoy the pain and suffering of his students and offered no sympathy regardless of the circumstances. Once, Henry had told him he had had to attend his Nana's funeral and was simply too grief-struck to focus. Abe had given him an acerbic look and informed him Nana would have wanted him to complete his homework on time.
Well, Henry had had more than enough. From his wealth of experience dealing with uptight men, there were really only two causes: one, they were naturally that way, or two, they hadn't been fucked in a long time. Henry had the suspicion Weissman's unfriendly demeanor was a combination of both, but he could only do something about the latter reason.
Thus, immediately after his last class, as most professors and students went outside for a welcome breath of fresh air, Henry rushed to Weissman's classroom, knowing that, being the kind of man he was, he always stayed at least an hour after. He find the older man scribbling furiously on the chalkboard and muttering to himself.
"Professor Weissman," Henry called, and couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face. He couldn't wait to bring down this haughty, callous man. "I need your help with something."
Abe looked up and sighed dramatically. "What is it now, Henry? Did your Nana die again?"
Henry's smile didn't wilt even slightly. "No, no, fortunately not. Just-" He rushed eagerly down the stairs until he was but a few feet from Weissman, who took a few uncomfortable steps back. It was clear no student or faculty member had dared to approach him in a very long time.
"Well, actually, I think there's something I can help you with," Henry said.
"Really," Abe said, raising one eyebrow doubtfully. "And what, pray tell, is this 'something' you can help me with?"
Henry let his lecherous gaze run down the professor's sculpted body. Abe did his best to hide it, but there was only so much he could do to hide his extremely well-muscled upper body and sculpted legs.
"Well..." he drawled lazily. "I was thinking, there must be a reason you're such a pain in the ass."
Abe spluttered indignantly. "E-excuse me? What-"
"And then I realized, with a personality like yours, it must have been a very long time since you got laid."
Abe stiffened immediately. Bingo. "This is completely and utterly inappropriate, Henry, and-"
"Look, you don't have to do a thing," Henry interjected easily. The big bad Professor Weissman didn't seem so scary cowering beneath Henry's lustful gaze, a faint blush gracing his cheeks. "Just lie there and let me help you."
Abe backed up until his back hit the wall. He froze, fixed his gaze on the exit behind Henry, and tried to make a run for it. Henry easily gripped him by the jacket and slammed him back against the wall. Abe spluttered helplessly and twitched and writhed as Henry pressed his body against the older man's. He made no attempt to hide his raging, leaking erection, one he pressed insistently against Abe's firm thigh.
"Stop, Henry," Abe cried out hoarsely. "I- I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. I only want the very best from my students, and-"
"Oh, I understand why you do what you do," Henry hissed. "You must think me an idiot, but even an imbecile like me can see the method in your madness." He pressed Abe harder against the wall and let the professor feel just how little control he had. "But, you see, I don't care about any of that. Someone needs to take you down a few notches, and if that person has to be me, so be it."
Abe cried out as Henry snaked a hand down the older man's pants. He wrapped it around his soaking, weeping cock and stroked a few times. Abe collapsed against Henry and gasped insensibly with pleasure.
"-Ah, n-no," he let out. "St-stop! Oh gods, s-stop-" He suddenly spasmed, his body slick with sweat, and his cock spurted come with a violent force into his underwear. Henry smirked as Abe reddened in shame and guilt.
"Are you a virgin?" Henry teased. "You must be, because no man who's actually had sex comes that quickly and that hard."
"I-It's been a while," Abe muttered, the blush on his face deepening even further. Like this, pressed beneath Henry, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting shamefully, he seemed like nothing more than an innocent schoolgirl. Henry had no interest in schoolgirls, however. The thought of ruining Abe, however, of debauching and fucking the proper old man's brains out, hardened his cock almost painfully. "You've had your fun, Henry, please- just go."
Henry snorted. "Let me pose a question, Professor Weissman. What kind of man are you? You just let a student force you against a wall and molest you, and yet, I can tell by your build you could have easily broken free."
Abe trembled, though not with rage or fury (Henry had seen the man shake enough with both to know what it did and didn't look like). "I would never hurt a student."
Henry's grin only grew wider. "Oh, I see. But you're mistaken if you think I'm nice enough of a person to not take advantage of that."
Abe moaned helplessly as his student pressed him once more against the wall and eased both their trousers off. His hands tugged at Henry's, but they lacked strength. He couldn't - he simply couldn't bring himself to hurt Henry.
"When was the last time someone touched this?" Henry asked darkly as he took Abe's length in hand through his stained underwear. The feeling of the wet fabric against his hardened cockhead had him arching his back from the pleasurable friction. "When was the last time someone gave you this, gave you what you need?"
"St-st-stop," Abe sobbed miserably. He had never felt more helpless or violated in his entire life.
"Nope," Henry replied happily. He resumed his ministrations of the older man's hardened cock, only smiling as his gasps of pleasure began mixing with his sobs and cries for help. No one would come, of course. Abe was one of the least popular professors in the entire school, and Henry was pretty sure anybody who heard him wouldn't hesitate to walk by and forget about it. It was the general consensus that an old slut like Abe who verbally derided his students and hid his muscled body beneath layers of clothes, deserved at least as much as Henry was forcing onto him.