I love my family, don't get me wrong. I have a beautiful wife, Sakura, who would do almost anything for me. I met her back when I attended Sound University. She was a transfer from Leaf Community college.

I knew right away I would marry her. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. So we got engaged right before grad school, and married after. I couldn't have been happier. She became a surgeon and I was a psychiatrist at Konoha General Hospital.

Then there's my daughter, Sarada. I'd die for her, I love her so much. She's a fiery little angel.

I have a perfect family, in my opinion.

But that didn't mean I was perfect.

Now I'm doing part time as a professor at Konoha University in the psychology department, and I've fucked up. I've fucked up big time.

No, I didn't do anything, but I think about doing things all the time.

It's just this blonde idiot in my 11:30 class, who's always looking at me. I know what he wants too. It's so painfully obvious. I try not to lock eyes with him, but it's hard not to. I mean, the kid is sexy.

He's only nineteen or twenty, maybe.

Smooth tan skin, that's most likely natural. Gorgeous blue eyes. Perfect smile. Body like an A1 twink. Just thinking about him makes my dick rock hard, which is why I've fucked up.

Every other day he comes into class and walks right up to me. I'm either sitting at my desk or writing things on the board.

"Professor Uchiha?" he'll say, his voice like warm honey.

Usually I just nod, because I don't want to give the kid ideas.

"I was wondering, when are your office hours? I'd love to drop in so we could discuss the material a little further."

It's always something corny like that, and all the while he'll have that faux innocent look in his eyes and his lips will be doing that pouty thing it always does. God, it drives me crazy.

He knows it to. After I respond he'll wink at me and saunter to his favorite seat, right in the front. Then, during the whole class I trying to concentrate and get the image of me fucking his tight little twink ass out of my mind.

But it never works, because I've fucked up. I mean, I haven't done anything. I just should've never taken that damn job. I don't even need a second job. I just didn't want to say no.

But now I'm regretting it all, because there he is now, twirling his tongue around the tip of his pen, staring directly at me. Everyone else is focusing on their test, but no, not him.

I try to not stare as he takes his tongue and licks from the bottom of the pen all the way back to the top. God, he wants it bad, and I want him to.

I'm a fucking idiot.

I'm thirty-nine for fuck's sake! I can see the amusement in his eyes, because he knows. He knows how hard he makes me. He knows every single thing I'm thinking.

One by one, students come and place their finished test on my desk and leave. But not him. He waits until everyone is gone before slowly getting up and making his way to me, test in hand.

Did I mention the brat is my smartest student? Yeah, I know.

He puts his test in the stack of papers and flashes a smile in my direction.

"So I'll be seeing you at…," he pauses and pretends to think. "8:30?"

My brows furrow. "What?"

He laughs, his voice melodic. Fuck, he's so charming. "Office hours, remember? I couldn't fit any of the other times in my schedule, so we decided eight would have to do."

I remember that. Damn. "Uh, right." I say, trying not to sound like I'm expecting anything, because I am.

He leaves and I groan deeply. I'm in so much shit.

Not yet, though. I just have to keep it professional, between teacher and student. I'll answer his questions, he'll leave, and then I can go home to my lovely wife and be happy.

Later that night I'm in my office, and its 8:20. He should be showing up any minute. I just know he's going to try something. I focus on the papers in front of me and not the clock. I don't want to get myself all worked up. He's just like any other student.

Before long there's a small knock on the door.

"Come in," I say, my voice coming out raspy. I quickly clear it as he walks through the door in a simply pair of sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a light jacket.

"Lucky me," he says brightly, in a joking manner. "I was almost afraid you'd stand me up on our first date."

I don't respond to this, and he smiles at me. He takes off his jacket.

I clear my throat. "So what is it I can help you will, Uzumaki?"

"Call me Naruto," he smirks.

I want to fuck him so bad.

I don't respond to that either, so he continues.

"See, lately, I've just been having trouble understanding a few things," he says, standing up slowly.

The look on his face is dangerous. I subconsciously lean back in my chair, even though there is a desk separating us.

"Understanding what?" I hear myself ask, my voice suddenly very low and quiet.

"I know you're married, Sasuke," he says, climbing on top of the desk. "But would you mind if I just indulged myself a little?"

I don't know exactly what he means, and I don't respond. In fact, I feel paralyzed by my inability to form a coherent thought. He swiftly removes his white t-shirt and starts moving his hands across his chest. He pinches his nipples and moans softly.

I'm clutching the armrest now, because this is bad, but I can't stop it.

"Don't worry," he breathes out. "I won't touch you."

Next thing I know he pulls off his sweatpants and underwear and he's on all fours on top of my desk. He moves so I'm staring right at his ass, getting a wonderful view of his little pink rosebud. He's doing this thing where he leans all the way down, his head on the desk and his ass in the air, and he's wiggling his hips, giving me a show of how that ass moves.

Without thinking, I loosen my tie and undue the top three buttons of my shirt.

He starts stroking his erection, which is average length, and his breathing becomes shallow. I can feel my cock straining against my slacks, and I think about it. I'm already staring at this delicious ass in front of me. I might as well touch myself.

I unbutton my slacks and my cock springs out, all eight inches, and I hiss as the cooler air meets my warm flesh. When he sees it, he lets out a breathy moan and moves a hand towards his ass and starts lightly petting his hole. He lets his index finger circle around, and he gets excited over the feather touches.

"Sasuke," he says, and starts sucking on his fingers.

I don't say anything. I mean, I can, but I shouldn't. I'm stroking my cock, faster as I see him press a now wet finger into his waiting hole. He moans again as it goes deeper. It's not long before he's thrusting it in and out, while staring at my cock.

He then adds a second finger, and keeps fisting his erection. His face is flushed and there's drool coming out of the side of his mouth.

This goes on for like a minute, him, fucking his own fingers while wishing it were me, and me, jerking myself harder than I ever have, mesmerized by how hot this kid is.

Next thing I know, he moans loudly and shoots his load on my desk. His ass clenches around his fingers and he thrusts a couple of more times, before pulling them out.

Seeing this, I instantly became hotter and I start jerking fast. I see a lightbulb go off in his eyes and he spins around on the desk and sits on the floor right in between my legs. At first glance, it seems like he's about to suck me off.

"I'm not gonna touch you, professor," he whispers, and positions himself right in front of my cock.

He winks at me and opens his mouth wide, and I get the idea. This little twink wants me to shoot my cu right into his mouth. The thought alone sends me into overdrive, and next thing I know, I shoot so hard, most of my cum landing right on his tongue.

I feel myself spasm a little.

I see Naruto, and he has this weird satisfied look on his face, some of my cum still on his chin and lips.

He stands up and goes to put on his clothes. I stay where I am, cock still out, soft though, and breathing heavy. My eyes feel tired, and I watch the little deviant grab his jacket.

He turns to me, light filling up his eyes, and smiles at me. "Thank you, Professor Uchiha. We should talk some more another time."

Then he leaves.

And all I'm sitting here thinking is, "What the fuck have I just started?"

TBC…

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