Angga's mouth slid down a little further, trying to take as much of the large penis as he could. He moved down, then back up, finding a rhythm and trying to get used to it. He was so focused on the task, mentally counting each movement, that it took him a moment to realize Ricardo was saying something to him.
Angga released the penis with a soft pop and looked up at Ricardo. He was still licking his own lips. He blinked at Ricardo and had to suppress the silly urge to ask if he was doing okay—like a student trying to please his teacher. "What?" he said instead. As usual when he was nervous, his voice came out a little cocky; he sometimes tended to overcompensate.
Ricardo just stared at him for what felt like an eternity, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. Finally he said, "Is this the first penis in your mouth, Angga?" Ricardo's voice was rough and hoarse, as if he were the one who'd just spent the last few minutes with a cock in his mouth.
"Does it matter?"
Ricardo's lips twisted. "No. But it explains why you're so bad at this."
Angga grimaced and squeezed the man's erection. "Your dick seemed to think I was doing just fine."
Ricardo scoffed. "That only proves how easy us men are." He looked at Angga's lips. "Come on, but stop overthinking it. You can't think in class, yet now you're thinking too hard when you shouldn't be thinking at all."
Angga glared at him but nodded.
Angga gave Ricardo's penis a few more licks before wrapping his lips around it again and doing whatever felt right, with clumsy rhythm and focus.
It was much messier this way. He took it as deep as he could without gagging, then pulled back and forth, licking the long line along the underside of Ricardo's cock and sticking out his tongue to taste the slightly salty bitterness.
Angga tried not to think about how depraved this was, or what he must look like. His head shook and drool dripped everywhere as he sucked his professor's penis. Ricardo scoffed and pushed his head down, so he must be doing something right. Reassured, Angga kept going, moving his mouth faster now, ignoring the ache in his jaw and sliding his hand more quickly along the part of Ricardo's cock he couldn't fit in his mouth.
"Open your eyes," Ricardo ordered sharply.
Angga did as he was told and looked up at Ricardo. Their eyes met, and Angga's face flushed instantly, acutely aware that his lips were still wrapped tight around his professor's penis. Yes… his professor's penis. Oh my God, this was so fucked up.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth now," Ricardo said in a tone that made it sound as if he weren't about to thrust his cock into his student's mouth. "Sit still and let me do the work. Look at me."
Angga felt his cheeks and neck burn, but he did as he was told. Ricardo shifted closer immediately, his large, strong hands cupping Angga's face. His penis slid out of Angga's mouth until only the head remained inside. Angga looked at Ricardo. The man stared back and pushed deep into his mouth. Angga jolted, fighting his gag reflex and desperately trying to breathe around Ricardo's cock—but he kept his eyes locked on his professor's, as instructed.
Ricardo's nostrils flared, his eyes roaming over Angga's entire face. He pulled out and pushed back in. Then again. And again. The whole time, Angga kept his gaze fixed on him. He was sure he was blushing, because this felt so dirty. His professor…. The most feared teacher in the school, using his mouth to fuck him. Everything felt too much— the weight, the feel of Ricardo's cock in his mouth, the strong hands holding his face firmly as Ricardo moved in and out of his lips, Ricardo's breathing growing heavier and darker, his eyes locked intensely on Angga.
Ricardo thrust his hips forward and Angga nearly choked, but he rode it out fiercely, feeling heat rush to the back of his throat as warm fluid spurted out quickly. Angga coughed immediately, letting Ricardo's softening penis slip out of his mouth.
"Swallow it…!" Ricardo commanded.
Angga glared at him but did as he was told, though with some difficulty. Thankfully, the taste of semen wasn't as bad as he'd imagined.
Professor Ricardo looked at Angga with heavy eyes, taking a deep breath. For the next few moments, his face was impassive. He released his hands and tucked himself back in. "Decent enough."
Angga didn't know whether to laugh or punch the bastard in the face. He stood up right away, wiping his swollen lips and saying, "Thank you, sir." His voice was hoarse from sucking his professor's cock. "So, what about the class?"
A muscle ticked in Ricardo's cheek. He looked genuinely annoyed. "You're dismissed, Angga."
Angga left.
As the professor's office door closed behind him, Angga let out a breath. He couldn't believe he'd actually done it. He'd sucked a man's penis. He'd let Dany Ricardo—of all people—fuck his mouth in exchange for grades.
Angga blushed in embarrassment and looked around, suddenly paranoid that everyone could guess what had happened just by looking at him. But no one paid him any attention. No one knew.
Everything would be okay.
What Angga had done was done. He could forget about it and pretend it never happened.
Now he just had to hope Ricardo would keep his end of the bargain.
"Easy there, dude," Rio said as he dropped into the chair next to Angga.
"What do you mean?" Angga asked, then glanced around the lecture hall before looking at his own hands.
"You're all tense. Are you nervous about your grades? Didn't you say you were going to talk to Professor Ricardo and convince him to give you a second chance?"
"Yeah, I did. He didn't let me down—I just found out he gave me a D." And God, it was such a relief. Angga never thought he'd be so happy to get a D.
"Congrats," Rio said with a smile, patting Angga on the back. "I'm seriously impressed you managed to convince him."
Angga deliberately avoided his friend's eyes.
"Talk about a devil of a man," Rio muttered.
The instant silence that fell over the lecture hall was almost funny. Almost….
Angga glanced at Ricardo's tall figure before looking away.
"Midterm grades are posted," Ricardo said without preamble. "I've reported failing grades for thirty-eight students. The reports have been sent to the Registrar's Office, which will distribute them to each student." Ricardo paused for a moment. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
Silence settled over the classroom immediately.
A few people raised their hands.
"Yes, Boby….." Ricardo said, walking toward the student. Angga didn't look directly, only watching Ricardo out of the corner of his eye.
"I don't understand," Boby said. "I got an F, and that's it! I can't even raise my grade? In every other class, midterms don't affect our overall GPA that much. They're just to let us know where we stand and if we need to work harder—but apparently not in your class. I… I don't get it at all!"
Angga frowned.
"Poor guy," Rio muttered.
There was a brief pause of silence.
"Boby," Professor Ricardo finally spoke, his voice very soft. "Did you read the syllabus?"
"Uh… yes, of course, sir." Boby sounded unsure.
"If you'd read the syllabus, you'd know that in my class, the midterm grade impacts your final grade. In other words, if you receive a failing midterm grade, you will not earn a passing final grade. There are no exceptions to this rule."
"But… that's not fair!" Boby said. "That's not how it works!"