I Fantasize About My Students

I once saw a student slide his hand in his pants during my lecture, Al Bundy style, and I was so turned on I had to take a swig of water. It’s always the hot male college students who drive me wild. You know how people do things that are really hot without even realizing how hot they’re being? Yeah, that’s this. Although I’m technically not that much older than they are, college guys always seem so fresh and eager, and I often imagine what their favorite sex things are. Wonder if they’re sending dick pics in class. Hell, I know I was pretty kinky when I was their age, so I’m sure they’re not as innocent as they look.

For some reason, guys always sit with each other at the back of the classroom. I guess it’s some kind of bonding thing? Whatever it is, it’s a great set-up for me because when I give a lecture I look to the back of the room where 10 hot guys (some of them athletes) are staring right at me, smiling, legs spread out, bobbing them in a way that says come and get it.

“Ben” is my favorite student. Whenever he walks into the room I get really excited. He’s a latino guy who some might call a “hipster,” and he’s always carrying around a camera. Wonder if there are any XXX pics in there. He’s got a couple piercings in one ear, too, and his hair is pitch black. Tall. From Colorado or Texas, some place like that.

Sometimes “Ben” slouches in his desk. Could he be more sexy? If you watch enough porn you know that slouching is the ideal position for a male receiving a blow job, and this is exactly what I think about every time I look his way, every time he eagerly (and intelligently, for that matter) answers a question I pose in class.

When I stare at “Ben” I get lost in his olive skin and imagine what our bodies would feel like together. How does professor/student sex even work? He’s taller than I am, and I’ve always loved guys who are bigger than me because that way I feel engulfed by them when we do the deed. When he’s not looking I glance at his bulge — he’s wearing skinny jeans so there is always a nice bulge — and I imagine that his tight body is packing a nice, thick, brown latino dick, and when I think about that I try to smile in his direction without giving my feelings away.

Surely I’m not the only professor to fantasize about her students. Hell, it’s a whole sub-genre of pornography, not that should be a measure of reasoning, but still. It’s hard not to fantasize about your students. The excitement of the college campus is that it is always teeming with sexual energy, promiscuity, late night projects, office hours, and sometimes one thing leads to another and, well, there you are. Every year my university has meetings about faculty conduct, and the great big takeaway from these things is always that student-faculty sexual contact is a no-no. Don’t do it — not even if you’re a tenured professor like I am. But in all my years as a faculty member, I’ve seen all kinds of clandestine, hush hush student-faculty relationships.

And, besides, I hear students talking about hot professors all the time. Wonder if I’m on that list? Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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