Giving In (Learning Desire - Vol. 4): Learning Desire, #4

Volume Four of the Learning Desire series!

After finally giving in to his overwhelming need for the man he can't stop obsessing about, David finds himself in the Professor's bed. The sex may be everything he dreamed of and more, however, David discovers that being the man's lover is a twisted game. And he’s not sure he wants to keep playing.

After seeing Dean, he finds himself torn between the two once more. Something’s got to give...but which one will it be?

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

I could have put the typical synopsis here.

Boy meets boy.

They fall in love.

They live happily ever after.

The end.

But this is not that story.

Also includes sneak peeks at upcoming stories!

Vol. 4 – Giving In

David's body shivered from his neck to his toes. It was from fear, or longing, or an intoxicating combination of both. He no longer wanted to analyze it; he wanted to feed it. The Professor's strong hands were moving from his waist up to his chest, fondling every inch of him, finally, and unbuttoning his shirt to strip it away.

With his chest bare and his back to the Professor, David's head sank back and rested on the man's square shoulder as the sharp, white teeth grazed his neck and then stopped at the place where his pulse throbbed, and bit down lightly.

God, yes, that feels so good, David moaned, the pain and the pleasure swirling around him. As he pushed his ass back to grind it against the Professor's throbbing, hard cock, he let go completely.

Oh, David, the dark-haired man whispered into his skin when he released the younger man in his arms from his bite and moved his hand to the man's throbbing erection, still tucked away in his pants. The telltale wet spot on his crotch concealed nothing.

Let me see that beautiful dick of yours, the Professor said, unbuttoning and unzipping him. He pulled his pants and underwear down together in one swipe. David stepped out of what had been the last of his clothes and sighed, naked with him at last.

The Professor continued his groping, his hand reaching around to the front of David's slender body. He grabbed the dripping cock at the base and then stroked it quickly up and down and, with the other hand over David's heart, he could feel the wild tempo that beat against his palm.

You've been wanting this as badly as I have, haven't you? he asked, though he already knew the answer. It wasn't actually a question.

Yes, yes, please, David had no words but to beg for more. He was completely within the Professor's power and had always been under his control.

Turn around, David, the Professor took his hands off of him and freed David from his grasp. I want you to undress me.

His hands were finally on the man that he had dreamed of, and now David was determined to memorize every line. He trembled as he unbuttoned the shirt, feeling the flex of muscles and the dark, coarse hair on his chest and then his belly. David took down his pants and couldn't help the noise that came from him when he saw the Professor's cock, straining to be released from the underwear. David knelt in front of him, feeling that it was the correct position, before taking them down and finally seeing the man's erection that he had pictured in his mind so often.

It was thick and dark and the beautiful, glistening head had burst from his foreskin and beckoned David with a slap against the Professor's belly.

Charles, he murmured his name before opening his mouth to consume him. With his wet tongue, he lapped up the clear trace of liquid that had dripped down and then opened his mouth to drink the rest from inside. The Professor tasted as he had thought he would, musky and salty and David wanted all of it in his mouth, every drop.

He listened to the hungry noises that came from the Professor as he opened wider to take him inside, stretching his cheeks to incorporate the enormous cock. His mouth was full before he reached the man's sheath of foreskin. David pulled his head back and grasped the meaty girth at the base before teasing the head with his tongue, letting the precum dribble on his upper lip and then his cheek. He found he wanted to be covered in his juices and his scent.

David, yes, that's it, the Professor was guiding him, his strong hands on David's head and then his fingers wrapped in his blond hair. He moved David's mouth on him and he held out his tongue, obediently licking everything the Professor gave him.

Charles pressed his head down on the dark, wrinkled foreskin and David's tongue slipped in the crevice, licking him under his skin, tasting him, swallowing him and then the Professor moved his head back to the tip and David worshiped the wide ridge under the round head, lapping at him in a soft circular motion. David felt his own cock jerk without even touching it and knew that the Professor would be in charge of when or whether or not he came. He didn't care; he could stay on his knees in front of him forever.

It was not to be.

Get up, David, the Professor was breathing quickly and guided him with a pat on the cheek to the bed, on your knees.

David did as he was told and sank his head to the mattress, legs spread wide, cheeks covered in goosebumps; he was ready.

David, my God, and to think you're still a cherry with an ass like that, the Professor was kneading his cheeks and spreading them wide, running a finger up and down his crack and touching all of his tender, pink skin, sending waves of sensation down his body. He thrust his hips backward to give the man more and when the wet finger entered him, David howled in anticipation.

That's it, show me how much you want it, the Professor pushed in further and then pulled out entirely, spitting on his crack and letting the warm liquid run down to David's ass. He shoved the saliva inside when he skewered him once more.

You're so tight. I'm going to have to open you up, the Professor was working in and out of him and when his finger touched his prostate, the wail that came from David confirmed it and he continued, pressing it and pulling away, pressing it again and watching the boy shake with pleasure under him.

The Professor was taking him to the edge of an orgasm that would burst from deep inside and David brought his hand to his cock to pull it from him, jerking himself and thrusting up to receive the man's touch, every movement made his dick drool with his desire and every muscle clench in anticipation.

Yes, David, the Professor encouraged it, his finger fluttering faster and pressing harder. David's heart pounded in time with the man guiding him to his release and when he told him, Cum like that, virgin boy, show me how much you want it, David couldn't stop himself.

His urgent orgasm burst from his cock in long spurts, coating the bed beneath him in his long-awaited puddle of cum. The Professor pushed the rest out, knowing exactly how to push and press inside to send another vibration rushing from his ass to his cock. David held his dick and moaned in ecstasy as he shot again and again.

He almost tumbled down to the bed, every inch of him shuddering. He could hardly hold himself up, out of the puddle beneath him. David looked over his shoulder to stare at the man behind him and watched as he took his position behind him. His strong thighs, covered in the same dark, coarse hair that covered his chest, that bristled against David's smooth legs, touching him, the wet, round head of his cock grazing his skin; David knew that the moment was finally upon him.

Is that what you want? the man was going to make him beg, strumming himself up and down along David's sensitive bud; he wouldn't enter without David asking.

Please, his bottom lip quivered. There was no better word that he could think of that moment.

Oh, yes, the Professor pushed his entire head inside, stretching the boy with his enormous girth. The pleasure radiated up and down and David trembled under the man's body, every nerve on fire. The Professor waited at his entry, watching his convulsions and his hands ran up and down the length of his back and then across his cheeks, down to his shivering legs.

Relax, David. I'll be gentle with you, he no longer sounded like a predator in heat, but a lover, and his voice compelled David to obey. He took a deep breath and let go of his muscles, ready to take more.

The Professor pushed forward another inch and another, slowly taking him and when his huge cock touched the same place that his finger had, David let go and thrust his bottom back for more, saying, Take me, Charles, take me and fuck me.

He felt the Professor thrust all the way in, burying every inch of his bulging dick inside David's tight opening and the head of his cock seemed to be in his belly and he loved the feeling of being possessed, his own much smaller dick rising once more, the electric vibrations coursed through his skin and ran all the way to his toes.

You're so tight, God, you feel so good...

The Professor's thrusts came faster now. His balls had stopped slapping against David's ass, drawn up and full. David felt the huge cock that had taken his virgin ass tense and the Professor's hands clamped down on his cheeks as he pulled the boy tight up against him as he started to climax. David heard the Professor call his name again and again as he shot his first thick rope of creamy cum inside him and David clenched his velvety opening around him to squeeze it all inside. The Professor thrust one last time and David heard the thick noises of the orgasm that had been pumped into his hole and they cried in unison as the dark-haired man deposited more and more inside.

When he was finished, the Professor collapsed on top of him, his sweat coating David's back, their wet skin pressed together. David felt the thunderous heartbeat against his back and the hands clenched his chest as the Professor drew him near.

David, my God, the man whispered, nibbling the back of his neck tenderly now and then kissing him with sweet, closed-mouth kisses in the same place.

He rolled David to the pillow and moved to his side, slipping from his entry. His dick was soft and still bulged, touching David's thigh. He raised up on one elbow and looked him in the eye before saying, There's one thing that I forgot, dear boy.

David sighed, he could feel the glow on his body, lying in the damp sheets that smelled of him and the man beside him and their heat and their sex. He couldn't imagine that there could be one thing missing, but he asked, What is it?

This, the Professor bent his head and his hot mouth was on David's, his lips open and his wet tongue slid inside, he explored David's mouth as he had his body, filling him, taking him and, David realized as he met the Professor's touch, to stake his claim.

Once the kiss ended, David turned on his side and found the place on the man's wide chest that he wanted most to burrow his head against and fell asleep quickly.

*****

The next three days passed in a blur. David never returned to his dorm room; actually he never left the Professor's house, didn't go to class, hardly left the bedroom and lived in a haze of orgasms and kisses. Tonight, though, the honeymoon was temporarily on hold; the Professor was inviting the hoard, throwing another one of his epic parties.

David stepped out of the shower and wrapped a thick towel around his waist, remembering Dean for a moment, staring at him in the mirror in the bathroom, both of them naked under a towel. He felt guilty that he hadn't even thought of the young man once since the fateful night that Charles had taken him to bed. It was as if everything that he'd known before that moment was just a blur to him now. The Professor hadn't just taken his virginity; he'd taken over his life.

Charles knocked on the door and interrupted his reverie with a quick smile and a kiss once he reached inside.

Are you ready for company? he asked and slid his muscular arms around him from behind.

I think so, he answered, telling Charles what he wanted to hear, knowing that parties had always been difficult for him and the last party of the Professor's that he'd been to hadn't ended well for him.

Don't be nervous, my love, the Professor kissed the back of his neck again, a long, lingering kiss and he proceeded to turn David around, grabbing him by the towel around his waist and pulling it off once they were face to face. Once their lips met and melted together, David sighed into his mouth, giving himself over to the tongue that manipulated his senses and brought him to new, never thought of heights of pleasure again and again. David wondered why he'd ever been afraid of Charles and thought that it had always just been that he'd actually been afraid of his own desires.

You'll be fine, David, the Professor said, holding his shoulders with his manly hands, looking into his clear, blue eyes with his own dark, smoldering ones, just be your charming self.

Charles left him to get dressed and comb his hair and before he left the bathroom, he already heard the throb of the bass music pulse from somewhere downstairs. He looked in the mirror one last time before heading toward the music. He looked happy. It was the only way to describe it and he thought, maybe for the first time that he could remember, he actually was happy.

The living room was already thick with people, men as far as the eye could see, and the wait staff that the Professor had hired was busy plying them with drinks. Charles was speaking to an older man that David didn't recognize, when he spied David at the bottom of the stairs and waved him over.

This is David, he slid his arm possessively over David's shoulders and pulled him to his side. David, this is Ken, he gestured toward the gray-haired man in front of him and continued speaking after David had slipped from under his touch.

He walked to the bar and asked for a cocktail, looking at the room behind him in the mirror's reflection, never seeing the man who sidled up next to him at the bar.

So I guess this explains everything, doesn't it? Dean asked.

David turned and there he was. The young man who had first kissed him, first touched him. The young man that only a week ago, he thought he had loved. David's heart pounded in his chest and his face was immediately hot as the shame welled up - what had he done?

Dean. I am so sorry, he shook his head and tried to explain, but the words wouldn't come.

Come on, Dean stood, drink in hand and then leaned in, trying to shout over the music, Can we talk?

David nodded his head yes and they made their way through the crowd, down the hallway. David lead him to the room with the leather sofa where he knew it was quiet, but would never want to admit why he knew.

They walked inside and David closed the door behind them.

Why didn't you tell me? Dean's voice was sharp and David could tell he was hurt and angry.

There was nothing to tell, really, David held his forearm and felt it flex and looked him in the face as he lied. There had been something to tell but he'd kept it secret, as he had so many other things his whole life.

Dean's expression showed that he clearly didn't believe him.

Yeah, I'm sure it was nothing. One day you're with me, the next day you're with him. Why wouldn't I believe that? He shrugged his shoulders, saying, Of all the assholes you could pick, it's that fucking guy too.

Why do you hate him so much? he asked; suddenly David needed to know.

Come on, isn't it obvious? Dean was close. David could see the vein in his neck pulse as he spoke. The man's a pervert! Why are all of his boyfriends our age? he waited for David to respond, but after a moment of silence, he added, I mean, you might be the new meat but what happens when someone even hotter comes along?

David shook his head no; Dean didn't know what they had shared, how it had all changed after their first night together.

It's not like that, he mumbled.

What's it like, then? Dean wouldn't let it go. Explain it to me!

He's really a great person... David trailed off and stopped. If he took the breathtaking sex out of the equation, what did he really know about the man who had bedded him?

No, Dean set down his drink and took David's as well, then took both of David's