Just as they were getting immersed in their work, Adam’s precocious son Noah popped his head into the study. Almost immediately, the boy’s wide, bright smile transitioned to a shy, uncertain one. He hadn’t realized there was another boy in the room with his father.

Cole looked up from his papers and smiled politely while the professor greeted his son. Professor Snow asked about the status of the boy’s homework. As he did, he glanced in Cole’s direction, and noticed a curious look on his face, as if his assistant were studying him and his son’s dynamics.

Cole had never formally met Noah before, so he naturally couldn’t say anything with certainty about his hunches. However, based on the sly, hungry eyes of the blonde scamp, and the twitch in the Professor’s pants upon the boy’s entrance, Cole theorized that something was going on between the father and son—a bond most scandalous, perhaps.

Professor Snow, for his part, could tell right away that his son was horny as hell. And there sat Cole, part-time T.A. and part-time lover, watching their every move. The professor wondered what Cole must be thinking, and whether he noticed the rapidly growing bulge pressing against the hot daddy’s form-fitting slacks.

Suddenly, with nervous, anxious compulsion, Noah reached out and gently tweaked the lump in his father’s trousers. Professor Snow, somehow, remained composed. He gently nudged the boy’s hand away from his crotch and subtly shook his head. Noah blushed and stifled a grin, then quickly readjusted and took the silent cue from his father that he should exit the room.

Cole, for his part, was torn. Not too long ago, Professor Snow had abruptly announced his decision that their personal relationship be put on pause for a while. At first, Cole was very confused by this turn of events. His feelings had been getting stronger by the day, and he was certain that the professor felt the same way.

The love-struck T.A. had been more than unhappy about the idea of their spending less time together. But now, Cole had figured out the exact reason that the Professor had put their relationship on pause—he was clearly fooling around with his son Noah.

It slowly dawned on Adam what sort of dilemma he was in. He loved both Noah and Cole, but he also wanted to protect Noah, as he was the only man that the boy had ever been with before. Noah was clearly still learning and growing as a sexual being. Professor Snow wasn’t completely disillusioned, but he couldn’t help but want to ease Noah into the complicated world of sex, dating and relationships.

Perhaps the elder, more wize man was being a bit protective, but he couldn’t help that. Additionally, he couldn’t deny the fact that Cole wasn’t about to cool down his own desires, and that the assistant might not understand and/or be okay with the idea of the Professor being sexual with Noah.

After several moments of awkward silence and pretending to look over test papers, Cole finally spoke up. The T.A. had, by this point, chewed on the end of his pen and was getting more and more red in the face as the excruciating silence persisted.

Cole cleared his thickening throat and quietly asked Professor Snow if Noah was aware of their having been together. Snow shook his head and explained that Noah was not aware, but that fact was intentional. The protective father wasn’t certain that the boy, in his youthful, naive perspective, would understand the various complexities of gay male relationships.

Professor Snow asked for his assistant, with quiet pleading, to keep the sexual nature of his and Noah’s relationship to himself. Cole twirled his pen with his suddenly trembling fingers and segued into a confession: Cole missed being with him.

Professor Snow was a brilliant man. Students and faculty alike were consistently coming to him for various sorts of insight, information, and from time to time, advice. After Cole disclosed his feelings, Professor Snow had no idea how to respond. He thought hard for a moment and then asked his one-time lover: what would he have him do?

The ornery twink T.A. leaned closer to Professor Snow and offered up a bright idea: how about they have a little fun together? The three of them. Naked.

The Professor was pretty sure he’d never gotten rock hard so quickly in his life. Just the thought alone got him hot. Cole and Noah both at the same time? Fuck. Yeah.

When he thought about it further still, Professor Snow was confident he could guide his boy successfully through this unexpected, smoking-hot turn of events. This was an opportunity. He called for his son to come back into the room.

Within seconds, Noah returned. He glanced around the room, around at the older faces, trying to discern their meaning. The Professor smiled and pulled Noah gently over and kissed him on the lips. Naturally, Noah was awfully confused and unsure as to what to do next.

In that precious moment, Professor Snow locked eyes with Noah and assured him that what they were doing was okay with everyone in the room. Noah emitted a nervous giggle. He glanced over again at the tall, gorgeous student who had gone from careful observer to clearly turned-on voyeur.

Then the Professor walked over to where Cole was standing and pulled the tall T.A. into his arms. They began making out. Noah, just a few feet away, was floored; he’d never seen his father kiss another guy. Young Noah wasn’t exactly sure how he felt in that moment; his mind raced with near-disbelief. Despite that, he was pretty sure that his dick was about to burst through his pants.

In the next moment, before Noah even knew what was happening, Cole boldly approached the boy and kissed him. Noah felt his father behind him, and suddenly, he was sandwiched by warmth, masculinity, and passion.

Noah had never kissed a guy that wasn’t his father. The boy loved Cole’s firm, smooth, athletic build as he gingerly explored the older boy’s body over clothes. Noah looked back at his father, suddenly unsure if what he was doing was okay.

Professor Snow winked at him. The older man sat back down in his chair, and with excited eyes, silently encouraged Noah and Cole to keep going.

As Professor Snow began removing his clothing, he keenly watched as his son and his T.A. fooled around. Noah’s face was the cutest, sexiest thing either Cole or the beaming Professor had ever seen. The blonde cutie’s carnal awakening was all anyone needed to witness in order to understand that the boy was growing up fast.

The sexual experience was certainly not the only thing growing! Cole was at full-mast, and had been since the boy re-entered the room. Professor Snow’s fingers trembled with the sweetest anticipation as he unbuttoned his shirt and pants.

Soon enough, all three were naked and in one another’s arms—kissing, touching, exploring, tasting, cocks throbbing in unison. Noah handled all of this new, intense stimulation like a champ. Professor Snow was so proud of his son, easing so quickly and organically into the overwhelmingly erotic situation.

Hours and hours passed that afternoon and into the evening as Cole and Professor Snow, with expert care and attention, initiated Noah into his first threesome. And if you asked each participant as to what their personal favorite moments that day were, this is what they would say:

Professor Snow was tickled beyond belief at how things quickly evolved that afternoon. Not just with his son’s continued sexual awakening and experience, but also with the fact that the gods found a way to make it possible for him to reunite with Cole and continue his relationship with Noah. As the ravenous Professor sucked on Cole’s cock immediately after the T.A. had fucked Noah’s ass, Professor Snow simultaneously drilled his son’s now well-fucked, gorgeous bottom. And the cumshot… Well, with the power that thick blast had behind it, it was something that his boys will be thinking about for a very, very long time.

Cole was in sheer body-rocking delight over the entire experience. But what really stood out for him was the moment when he penetrated Noah’s tiny, dime-sized hole to full capacity. The boy took his cock all the way to the hilt. The T.A. couldn’t help but admire the amazement in Noah’s eyes when he watched his father fuck him.

Noah, for his part, was a big fan of the spit-roast experience. If the youngster was being perfectly honest, he would admit that he’d never considered two dicks in his body before. With it now in his mind and memories, he’d dream of it for many nights to come.

He loved the unexpected sensations and flavors of the older boy's cock sliding up and down his tongue. Also, getting power-fucked on his back by his dad, then taking, squeezing, milking out the load he constantly craved while Cole watched and beat off was simply wild.

One thing none of them remembered, however, was the papers are not yet graded.