Page 22 of Your Only Fan
Isaac
“Why do you look like your dick has been chopped off and stuffed up your ass and you’re still in mourning?”
I stop tidying up my desk and throw a grimace Linc’s way.
“What?”
“Why do you look like that?”
Linc moves his hand up and down in front of my face and narrows his eyes, sitting on the edge of my desk.
“I don’t,” I say.
“I thought you’d be happy your boy toy wants to meet you again.”
I shake my head and look at the empty classroom. First day back in college after the weekend, and first time I get to see Ezra since he messaged me on Saturday night.
It took me by surprise, for sure. As did the myriad of comments on the video he posted of us. People thirsting after my body, my dick, my ass. It was thrilling to read. To be wanted so much by so many people.
And boy, what a joy it was watching the video, too.
For his part, Ezra looked like he enjoyed himself. And he even kept his blowjob in. I have no idea why he did that, but I’m glad he did because I got to watch him suck on my cock with the need I’d only ever dreamed of up till now.
But still, even though he wants to see me again, he only wants to meet CumJunkie. Not me. Not his teacher. He doesn’t even know I exist outside of this class.
“I am,” I say, looking back at my friend.
“Tell that to your face,” he replies.
“I am,” I repeat. “It’s just…”
“Just what?”
My gaze drops to the pile of essays on my desk. I read his real name, Ezra Anderson, on the one on top.
“I have to talk to him about his paper.”
Linc gasps dramatically, and I roll my eyes.
“And?” he asks, back in his usual, relaxed voice.
“What do you mean ‘and?’ I’m nervous. I hate having to talk to him. I hated talking to him even before he… banged me. It’s even more dreadful now. I feel like a creep. Like a pervert. And what if he recognizes my voice? What if he realizes I have a crush on him? What if—”
“Will you stop it with the whatifititis? First and foremost, you’re his teacher, and this is important. This is business,” Linc cuts in. “So get your head out of your ass and do what you’re being paid to do.”
He’s got a point. I can live in my head all I want, but I’ve got a job to do. I can’t let it affect how I treat Ezra.
The last thing I want is him filing a complaint about me. Or even worse, him thinking I don’t like him when the truth is much, much different.
“You’re right. You’re right.”
Linc sighs with relief and smirks. “So… excited for tomorrow night?”
I cast him an evil glance and he shrugs. “You only just got me to calm down about having to talk to him. Do you want me to start hyperventilating again?”
“Jeez, relax, worrywart. I was just kidding,” he says and gets up from the desk. “I better go. My class starts soon, and you obviously need to take a chill pill or whatever it is you take when I’m not around.”
I give him the middle finger as he walks out, and he just laughs.
