“I don’t understand why you’re even here, Jason. Your scores are good. I’ve seen you taking a ton of notes and your scores... I mean, I suppose could be better, but getting a solid B+ is still better than most of your classmates.”

Professor Reese looked me up and down, scooting slightly away from his desk and allowing himself to sigh. His belly emerged from where it was being stored away, causing my eyes to dart and fixate before backing up to join his gaze. I was at a loss for words; the only thing I could do was wipe my palms on my jeans, trying to stall and find the right reason to explain myself.

He was right, of course. Outside of my grades, could be better. Professor Reese was the reason I was so attentive - He was a big guy, bigger than my other professors, with a relaxed vibe that worked well with his hefty body, rolled up sleeves and button-up shirts that always seemed to become untucked by the end of a long lecture. And his belly, obviously. So big it was almost always straining against his buttons, or pulling the fabric of his polo shirts to the point of becoming transparent.

“I- uh... I just want to make sure I’m getting the best grades I can.” I eventually mumbled, the words falling out of my mouth as Professor Reese’s expression stayed just as puzzled as before. He rolls his eyes, swiveling his chair to face me as he reclines. God, his belly was close enough to touch.

“I think... There has to be another reason you’re here, Jason.” His tone was sharper now; I could feel my face turning red.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I mumble, not giving much confidence as he continues to stare.

“I think you’re here for something else.” Professor Reese’s gaze breaks away from me at last, his fingers reaching the buttons on his shirt and slowly undoing them, starting from his neck and moving downwards. He was wearing an undershirt, but from this vantage point I could make out even more of his curves than before, along with a few tantalizing flashes of skin. I could feel my mouth turn dry, unable to say anything. He eventually reaches the last button, letting out the fabric from his shirt, his belly even bigger than before and no longer confined by that layer of fabric. Fuck.

“I feel you’re here for some extra special studies, aren’t you?” His tone was toying with me now, and it was working. I still couldn’t find the words, and soon enough the Professor lifted his undershirt, revealing his bare chest at last. His belly flopped into my view, just out of my reach, a gentle smattering of hair framed against his thick body and tits, in sharp relief against the small lamp at his desk. He nods at me, giving me permission to touch at last.

I can’t remember exactly what happened next, but I know with that final approval I was there. His flesh was warm, soft, and I found my hands wrapping under every curve, squeezing every fold as he let out a grunt of appreciation. As my body met his, I could feel his erection quickly forming in his slacks. “That’s a good boy...” he coos, voice distant as his head rolls back in his chair, allowing me to explore every bit of him.

His cock was now less than an inch from my face as he pumped himself, the smell of his musk hitting my senses like a truck while I instinctively opened my mouth, occasionally daring to lick the underside of his head when it got close enough to taste. Professor Reese let out a moan each time I connected, causing his motions to get faster. “Aw, fuck... Fuck, just like that... You want this load?”

Words were past me now, my body only producing a noise that said yes, or at least enough of one for him to understand. His legs tensed, squeezing me, keeping me in place as I opened my mouth. He let out another groan, a louder one this time, and before I realized it, I could feel thick drops of spunk splatter across my face and hair, with most of that load right on my tongue. I swallow it, catching my breath as Professor Reese let me go at last, gripping his desk as the last few drops dribble out of his cock and collect on his chair. He smiles at me, collecting himself as he clears his throat.

“I guess you’re going to have to come back for some extra studies, huh?”