I never slept with any of my teachers but I can’t say I didn’t fantasize about it. Especially the ones in college who were only four to five years older than me—guys I might have dated in the real world had I met them in a bar or a club and not my classroom.

 

Throughout my schooling, there were a few teachers I found myself extraordinarily attracted to. Some because they were obviously good-looking and others because I found them intellectually stimulating, which, for a young nerd, was often more arousing than looks alone.

 

And then there was Mr Joe, my English Master. Early thirties, gorgeously handsome, trendy and hip, Mr Joe was the quintessential student crush. And I crushed deeply. No matter if he was teaching us grammar, reading us poetry, or picking apart early literary classics, his husky, deep voice kept me harder than steel.

 

I wasn’t the only student to fall for the charms of Mr Joe. His endless exceptional qualities and fine looks were extolled in the hallowed hallways by many of my lustful peers, and he was even the subject of a very awkward and cringing song performed by some of the girls in my class at our end of year concert.

 

Of course, I didn’t sink to those depths to try and impress Mr Joe. Instead, I poured out my heart on paper. Page after page of dreary, love-sick scribblings thinly disguised as essays that hit his desk each week. For every one submitted, I kept a dozen more hidden away at home, each more soppy and pathetic than the last.

 

You could say it was Mr Joe who inspired in me the love of writing. Not only out of a desire to impress him, but also because I could barely communicate with him any other way. Too often I found myself a blushing, stammering, erect fool in his presence and writing was my savior. Even now I prefer to ‘write my way’ out of an awkward situation rather than confront it verbally.

 

Although I was not so obvious in my lust as other peers, I have no doubt that Mr Joe knew of my crush. He was, of course, the complete professional, never encouraging, yet never embarrassing my fragile, schoolboy heart. And in a way he taught me far more than I could ever have learned in books—we don’t always get what we want and it’s okay to fail in some things.

 

Even now that my school days are well and truly in the past, and I’m not unthankful for that, I still sometimes think about the teachers who held an extra special place in my groin… er heart. Especially Mr Joe. I have no idea what happened to him after I graduated high school and became wrapped up in college life and a whole new bunch of teachers to crush on—all of whom, in their own way, provided the experiences, lustful yearnings and wet dreams that have become my inspiration for the stories I now create in my adulthood.

 

BLURB

College Lies

The sequel to College Lust.

 

Cambridge College freshman Chet Miller has been having a secret affair with his English professor Seth Greenwell for most of the semester. But things have been cooling a little between them over the past few weeks and Chet is starting to worry that Seth has found someone else.

 

Sexy professor Seth Greenwell has a weakness for hot, young college freshman. He’s already been fired from two previous colleges for his unprofessional desires, but so far he’s been successful in keeping his relationship with Chet a secret. Yet a whole semester of playing Chet’s devoted boyfriend is taking its toll on Seth—he needs some new action in his life!

 

When Chet catches Seth cheating on him, he seeks solace with his best friend Giles. Giles is about to head home for Spring break and invites Chet to join him. Two weeks away from Seth and relationship dramas is just what Chet needs. Especially when he and Giles start to discover their own mutual attraction to each other.

 

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Words: 23,700

Release Date: 8 February 2016

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Embarrassed and ashamed of his clandestine desires, Giles cleaned himself up at one of the sinks before dressing and peering back at his face in the mirror. It was flushed, his hair damp from sweat and he was still breathless from his powerful orgasm.

“Jesus,” he murmured, shaking his head as he reached for the door. “Get a grip on yourself!”

He heard knocking as he entered the lobby. Turning, he saw it was Chet pounding on the front doors. Giles’s heart leapt as he raced toward them, fumbling for his keys and hoping Chet wouldn’t notice the rosy afterglow of his jerk-off session all over his face.

“Keep your pants on,” Giles said, letting his friend in before locking the doors behind him.

“Well, that’ll be easy,” Chet huffed, pacing the theater lobby. He looked dashing in black jeans and a grey and black striped sweater that made the most of his broad shoulders and narrow waist. “Seeing as I no longer have any reason to take them off ever again!”

Giles chuckled at his friend’s dramatic outburst.

“It’s not funny,” Chet snapped.

“I’m not laughing at you.” Giles slipped behind the counter and poured his friend a soda. “I just… what’s going on?”

Chet ignored the soda, so Giles sipped it instead. “Seth stood me up!”

Giles frowned. “What, at Cheddars?”

“Yeah. We usually meet for dinner around eight, you know? He texted me earlier to say his departmental meeting was running late, so could we make it nine? Sure, I said, no problem. So I showed up, sat there, looking stupid. I drank a whole bottle of wine and ate a whole order of breadsticks by myself and he never showed.”

Giles bit down on his soda straw to curb his tongue. He’d seen the warning signs coming for a while. Where Chet and Seth had once been inseparable, now they saw each other less and less. Where once Seth couldn’t keep his hands off Chet, his freshman ‘boy toy’, now it seemed like it had been months since they’d even had sex.

But try telling Chet that.

The one time Giles had vaguely suggested that maybe Seth was losing interest in the relationship, holy shit! Chet hadn’t spoken to him for two whole days. Now he trod lightly, so lightly he barely had the nerve to mention Seth’s name at all.

“What?” Chet demanded, seeing the clenching in Giles’s jaw as he continued to bite down on his soda straw. “Say it, I know you want to.”

“Chet, I don’t want to say anything, trust me. But you’re my friend, and I hate to see you hurting like this.”

Chet slumped against the counter. “I know you think he’s cooling on me, but I just refuse to believe that, okay?”

“Me too!” Giles said. And it was true. As much as Giles wanted to tell Chet about his feelings for him, he wanted his friend to be happier even more. If that meant being with Seth, then he had to support that. “Maybe it was just a misunderstanding?”

Chet’s nostrils flared as he began to pace anew. “Bullshit, Giles. He’s never stood me up before. Never. Ever!”

Giles held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, well… you know how he is when he gets to drinking. Maybe he and a few of the other teachers went out after his departmental meeting and he had one too many.”

“Where do you think I went after Cheddars?” Chet huffed, turning in front of a row of ‘Coming Soon’ movie posters to pace back toward the lobby doors. “Every gin joint, brewery, sports and dive bar in town. No luck.”

“Did you try his place?” Giles asked. Chet paused, standing still and biting his thumbnail. “So… you didn’t go by his place?”

“I’m kind of afraid to.”

“Why, Chet?”

“What if… what if you’re right? What if he’s found some new boy toy and he’s over there?”

“I didn’t say he’s found someone new,” Giles corrected his friend. “I just question his faithfulness sometimes.”

“Me too,” Chet confessed for the first time.

“Well, maybe you should pop in, you know?” Giles suggested, realizing that the only way Chet would ever believe Seth was a lowdown, dirty, freshman chasing man whore was to see evidence of it himself with his own two eyes.

“It’s too late now.”

“Hardly,” Giles replied, recalling the ‘good old days’ when Chet and Seth used to hang and bang all night, every night. “It’s only gone eleven. You act like it’s past your bedtime or something.”

Chet snorted. “I guess you’re right. I mean, once upon a time, we didn’t even go out until eleven. If we went out at all…” His voice trailed off, as if imagining the sordid details.

Giles’s face burned with fresh jealousy. “So, go knock on his door and see what’s what. You are his boyfriend, Chet. You have rights, you know? Like… not being stood up.”

Chet sagged again, still biting his thumb. “I’ll look like an idiot, though, won’t I?”

“Man up! Grow a pair and go over there, what the fuck, Chet? The dude stood you up, never texted, and still hasn’t? That’s a dick move, even from someone other than Seth.”

“What would I say?”

“Whatever the hell you want. Say you were worried about him, if that makes you feel any less embarrassed. Not that you have a reason to be, but… shit man. Quit letting him walk all over you like this.”

“Why do you care if we get back together anyway? I thought you wanted us to break up.”

“I never said that, asshole,” Giles grumbled, shoving his friend toward the door. “I just want you to be happy, that’s all.”

“Seth makes me happy,” Chet insisted as they stood face-to-face in the lobby doorway.

“Yeah, Chet? How happy are you tonight? Or last Thursday night, when he left the restaurant before you were done eating? Or last weekend, when he was ‘too busy’ to see you? Or the week before that, when—”

“Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll go do a drop in, all right? Just… wish me luck that I don’t find him polishing some other freshman’s knob with his tongue, okay?”

Giles stared back, nonplussed. “I don’t even know where to begin with how wrong that statement is, Chet, on so many different levels.”

Chet ignored him, hustling away, hunched beneath the streetlight’s glow. Giles felt a sudden twinge in his shorts before shaking his head and groaning. Locking the doors behind him and sighing with resignation, he drifted back toward the ladies room, already unbuckling his belt for Round Two.

AUTHOR BIO

CJ Lowe lives by the coast. He is obsessed with sexy professors, buff Jocks, hot frat-boys and takeout food, all of which you can find in abundance in his stories.

For more information about his books, please visit his website: cjlowebooks.com

 

 

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