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That term amused him.
“That’s a picture I don’t want in my head. First it was the sexed-up Phillip with the rolodex of daily girlfriends, and now the professor is trying to marry an older man. Here’s what I’m thinking,” Gene said, switching gears.
Ethan waited.
“He’s gay. What if the college kids were meeting with their teacher after hours, and that’s how they were scooped up? Does it fit?”
Ethan thought it out.
“I’m willing to bet he was having sex with Graham,” he admitted. “He recognized his name, and I’m going to say giving head to a shriveled-up dick all the time isn’t nearly as much fun as a kinky rendezvous with a younger grad student who idolizes you.”
Gene considered it.
“I mean, I’ve done it.”
Ethan stared at him.
“Pardon?” Blackhawk asked.
That made Gene laugh.
“Yeah, I had sex with a teacher in college. Like I said, farm-boy-gone-wild days.”
Blackhawk stared at him.
“I don’t know if I should ask, or if I should just picture it in my head,” he admitted.
That amused Gene.
“Ah, Doctor Nickols. It was a required art history, and let’s just say I didn’t give a fuck who Renoir or Picasso were. I cared about my father getting pissed I was failing.”
Ethan stared at him.
“So, when he said there could be extra credit in his office if we wanted it, I wanted it. Mr. Nickols gave me an A. I thought he was sexy, and I was intrigued.”
When he glanced over, he was curious.
“Disappointed in me?” Gene asked.
Yeah, no.
“I’d totally fuck you if I was your professor. Who am I to judge?” he asked. “I’m adding that to our sexy role-playing box. I’m intrigued.”
That was amusing as hell.
Since they needed to work, that was put on the back burner.
Ethan thought back to his profile, and it wasn’t easy since he had an erection thinking about Gene.
“Well, I said white man, older, and Harrison fits. He’s desperate for money and to fit into his fiancé’s world. He wants to come across as better than everyone.”
So far, Gene agreed.
“The gay part fits. For all we know, they were having sex with the man for better grades like you did with Mr. Nickols. We know that Wesley was getting boned in his dorm room by his scholarship provider, so why not his teacher too?”
Gene considered it.
“His sugar daddy had to be what? Eighty?”
