"I can't drop your class, sir—it's a prerequisite for another course I'm taking, and I can't withdraw from both without losing my scholarship. So I can't fail your class, and I can't throw away everything I've worked for. I need a passing grade… sir."
The look Ricardo gave Angga was unimpressed. "You have only yourself to blame, Angga. You don't deserve better grades. Your attendance, assignments, class participation, and exam scores are all below expectations for this course. If you've come here to tell me some sad story and beg for better marks, save your breath. I've heard it all before—sick elderly parents, young children to care for, working three jobs, and so on. If you can't or won't study and comply with requirements, do us both a favor—stop wasting time and drop out of college altogether."
Angga's heart sank deeply. Part of him had hoped Ricardo would take pity if he explained his situation and let him submit his assignments even though they were very late. But apparently, Ricardo didn't care and had no interest in hearing Angga's sad story.
Angga's jaw tightened immediately. His pride urged him to turn and leave, but he couldn't. He couldn't lose his scholarship—his sisters depended on him entirely.
Suddenly, he remembered Rio's ridiculous advice.
…said Professor Ricardo has a weakness for good-looking guys… I'm just saying you could be flirty and damn well charming without actually doing anything with him…
"Angga…..!"
Angga jolted, his face flushing as he looked back at the man.
"Why are you still here? What do you think you're doing in my office? You'll be dismissed."
Looking at Ricardo's stern expression, Angga could never in his life imagine flirting with him. Flirting with Professor Ricardo didn't even belong in the same sentence—period. And Angga didn't have much experience flirting with anyone anyway; the few women he'd slept with hadn't needed any coaxing. Honestly, he usually didn't have to try at all.
Angga took a deep breath and met Ricardo's eyes. "Sir, I…" He swallowed. "Is there any way I can get better grades? I'll do anything. Whatever it takes, I'll do it."
Ricardo stared at him.
Then his eyes narrowed.
"Angga," Ricardo finally said. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
Angga swallowed again. Was he? He wasn't even sure what he was suggesting. "Uh… yes?"
Ricardo's nostrils flared. He leaned back in his chair and studied Angga intently. "Please clarify to avoid any confusion on my part."
Angga's gaze swept around the room before dropping to stare pointedly at his own feet as he shrugged. His sneakers were worn out, but he couldn't afford new ones. "I think you know, sir..."
The room fell completely still and silent.
Seconds ticked by.
"I understand," Ricardo said. "Lock the door and come here."
Angga's stomach clenched instantly. His legs felt unsteady as he walked to the door and locked it, trying to ignore the small panicky voice in his head screaming, What are you doing?
Angga looked anywhere but at Ricardo as he circled the desk and stopped beside the professor, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Ricardo swiveled his chair to face Angga now. Angga focused his eyes on the dark fabric of the professor's suit.
"Kneel," Ricardo said softly.
Angga's knees hit the floor with a shake, just as unsteady as his legs.
Ricardo took Angga's chin in his fingers and lifted his head, forcing him to meet his eyes.
"I could have you expelled for this," Ricardo said.
Angga's eyes widened suddenly.
Ricardo shot him a look of contempt, and Angga flinched. "I have students who never miss class and work their hardest just to earn a C. And then there are pretty empty-headed boys like you who think if they suck my cock, they'll get good grades."
Angga felt his face burn with shame. Hearing the word penis from Professor Ricardo was so strange—weird and genuinely lewd.
Ricardo's grip on Angga's chin tightened. "Do you think this is fair, Angga?"
Angga swallowed, but forced himself to meet the man's gaze steadily. "If you report this to the board, remember… I never said a word about sucking your penis, sir. You're the one who brought it up. If you report me, I'll report you right back."
A muscle in Ricardo's jaw ticked. "You're a little bastard." His other hand tangled in Angga's hair and pulled him closer to his crotch. "Fine. You want a passing grade? Go ahead. Try to impress me."
Angga drew in a sharp breath.
Ricardo smiled. It wasn't a pleasant smile. "Do you want to back out?"
"No," Angga said firmly as he pushed Ricardo's hand away and reached for the man's groin, telling himself it was just a penis. He'd suck the man's cock and get his passing grade. How hard could it be? Maybe it would be gross, but it wouldn't kill him or anything.
Right.
Slowly, Angga unzipped the professor's pants—and then he stopped. No matter what he told himself, he couldn't move, staring fixated at the bulge beneath the man's black suit.
Ricardo let out an irritated sound. "Just as I thought. Get out, and if you bother me again..."
"No." Angga pushed Ricardo's hand aside and grabbed his groin.
A beat passed.
Angga was torn between hysterical laughter and panic. He had his hand on another man's genitals—Professor Ricardo's penis.
It felt warm in his hand. That was his first thought. It was already growing harder and thicker by the second. It made him a little scared, but it also gave him confidence. Whatever Ricardo said, he wanted this.
Angga squeezed experimentally and looked at the man's groin. Ricardo's face remained completely expressionless. For some reason, that made Angga very annoyed. He smiled. "Looks like you do like pretty empty-headed boys after all, sir?"
Ricardo's lips pressed together tightly. If anything, he looked almost slightly bored. "That's just a physiological response to stimulation and a handsome face. You're not responsible for your physical appearance, so it's nothing to be proud of. Now, if you're actually going to do this, stop wasting my time."
Angga glared at him, stroking the penis with deliberate firmness and watching for the subtle shift in the man's breathing. Every angle felt awkward, so he pulled it out. It was big and thick, so close to his face—just a few inches away. Angga licked his lips nervously, unable to look away from the shaft. Professor Ricardo's penis was at least eight inches long.
Ricardo sighed, as if annoyed by his own body's reaction, and shifted slightly. The head of his penis brushed against Angga's lips. "Suck."
Angga breathed carefully. It didn't smell as bad as he'd imagined. Tentatively, he licked the head. It tasted… strange, but not as bad as he'd feared. He licked again.
The professor scoffed, his hand tightening in Angga's hair. "Open your mouth." It was an order.
Angga did as he was told, and the thick head slid into his mouth. Angga sucked gently. Part of his mind was still stuck on the fact that he had Professor Ricardo's penis in his mouth and couldn't believe it, but the warmth and weight stretching his lips wide made it very, very real.
Ricardo's eyes were fixed on Angga's face as he pushed his penis deeper into his mouth, his heavy hand resting at the back of Angga's head. Angga met his gaze, his face flushed, then closed his eyes, determined to focus only on getting the job done. The faster Ricardo finished, the faster it would be over, and the faster he could forget this ever happened.
But with his eyes closed, his other senses came alive, and he could feel everything more sharply.
This… This was so strange. Ricardo's penis was hard and thick in his mouth, feeling like skin and something else entirely. It was weird, but not awful at all. Angga pulled back, breathing in before taking Ricardo's head again, sliding down a little further as he tested the limits. He had a brief thought worrying he wasn't doing it right, but told himself he wasn't stupid—there was no such thing as a bad blowjob, was there?