Math Teacher
By: Cory Firestine
RING! RING! RING! - Goes the bell to go to our first period class on the first day of school. It was just like any other first day of school-bummed because summer is over and its 10 months till the next one. This year was a lot different than the past two years. I was now a junior-an upper classman, which meant perks but also major tests and more homework.
By the way, my name is Eric. I'm about 5'10, dark brown hair and green-blue eyes. I knew I was gay, and had already had some experience with men, and would often find myself crushing on one of my male teachers, and this year was no different.
I knew most of the students and basically all the teachers. That is, except one-the new math teacher. Mr. Massey had just graduated and earned his degree and this was his first year teaching.
I walked into his classroom that morning and sat down in the back of the room. The tardy bell rings, and Mr. Massey comes into the room. I almost fell out of my chair when I laid eyes on him.
Mr. Massey was around 24 or 25 years old, and like so many of the men I had fantasized about, he was about 6'0", had brown hair, and green eyes with rugged good looks. I could also tell that he had some sexy light brown chest hair that was peering through his button down shirt. He had a light five o'clock shadow and had a nice, fit body as well, with perfect gluts and an ass that wouldn't quit.
"This man is FINE!" I thought.
How did I get to be so lucky to be in this man's class?
He started the class like any new teacher would on the first day. He introduced himself, and made us introduce ourselves. After all the introductions, he just handed out books, and talked about what his class was going to be like.
"This class will generally be simple, but if anyone needs help with something, feel free to ask during class, or after school." He said in a soft but strong voice. I had a hard-on from the second that he had walked into the room, and didn't go away until I went to my next class.
The rest of the day went on like normal, but I couldn't concentrate on a whole lot, because I couldn't get the picture of Mr. Massey out of my damn head. I would just think about him...his face...his body...his lips....
The weeks went by, and nothing ever changed. I was doing pretty well in my classes, all except math. That was all because the only thing I would pay attention to was Mr. Massey-as he talked, walked, and as he bent over to pick something up (which always excited me), I would just stare and gaze at him. Even though, I wasn't doing as well in math as my other classes, I still had a good grade, so I thought I was fine in the class. That is, until Mr. Massey asked me to see him after school one day because he wanted to talk to me about my grades. I immediately got nervous and started to sweat all over.
The rest of the day was a blur because I was just losing my mind about what might be wrong with my grades because I thought I had been doing well, despite some variables. Even though I hardly paid attention to what Mr. Massey was talking about most of the time because I was too busy fantasizing about him, I would still turn in most of my homework, and usually did pretty well on my tests, but I guess I was wrong. My last class of the day came and went like a flash, and then suddenly the bells ring-RING! RING! RING! -to go home. As everyone was leaving, I went to Mr. Massey's classroom and knocked on the door. "Come on in" he said. "You wanted to see me Sir?" I nervously pushed out of my mouth. "Yes, Eric, sit down." "Oh, shit" I thought. "This is gonna be bad..."
"Well, Eric, the reason why I asked to talked to you involves your grades" he started off. "I thought I was doing good" I replied. "You are, but I know you can do much better. Right now, you are have an 81 in this class. I know you can do better. I have seen your grades from your previous math classes, and you pulled A's in all of them." "Well Sir, I guess I just don't understand the material." "Well, I would like to see you pull that grade up to at least an 90 by the end of the 9 weeks." "I'll try harder, I'll study for the tests more." I nervously respond. "No. I don't think that is enough that you can do to exceed my expectations." He suddenly stands up, starting to walk from his chair and stops behind my chair.
"He smells sooooo good." I think to myself.
I reply "Well, what do I need to do?" He then gently, places his large, soft hand on my right shoulder. I immediately turn to him. "What are you doing?" "I like you Eric-a lot. I have since the first day of school. And I knew my feelings for you were mutual when I kept seeing you stare at me. Especially when I would bend over." I smiled wide, blushing bright red. "Now I know that you are like 7 years younger than me, not to mention that you're my student, but I would like us to have something." I looked into his beautiful green eyes, and I saw that he was sincere about this, as was I, very much so.
"So, I guess, this is Extra Credit?" I said with a small laugh.
"Precisely" he responds.
He turns me around in my seat, my back touching the back of the chair, facing away from him. I hear him go over to the door. He closes and locks it. I tense up, awaiting what is to come with my dream man.
He puts his large, strong hands on my shoulders. Gently rubbing them, he starts to slide his fingers down the front of my body. When he reaches the end of my shirt, he slowly pulls my shirt over my head. He gently rubs his hand over my slightly hairy chest, sending shock waves throughout my body.
Mr. Massey leans his head down and as he is still running his hands over my toned chest, he starts licking my ear. Electrifying me with his tongue, he gently pushing it in a circular motion, inch by inch in my ear.
He then walks in front of me and as I had dreamt it, he pulls his tight tee shirt over his head exposing his rock-hard chest, covered by a very light coat of dark brown hair. I lean forward and start to nibble on his nipples. As I chew on his right nipple, my hands roam his warm, hot body. I put my hands on his back and slowly move downward towards his firm ass. My hands reach the mounds of hot flesh and gently grope them.
Mr. Massey then stands me up, unbuttons my jeans and lets them fall down my legs onto the floor. He helps me step out of them, then removes my black boxer briefs. He then continues to undress as he removes his shoes and socks, and unzips his jeans and steps out of them, tossing them over on the floor. He is wearing some gray briefs, which did not hide his fully erected dick very good. I slide the briefs down his legs and throw them on the floor with the rest of out clothing.
As I slide his underwear off of him, his cock flops down and is fully erected at nine inches at least and is probably about five or six inches around. I am thinking "How the hell am I going to be able to tale this huge cock?" I bend forward and shove all nine inches of his hot man meat in my mouth, letting it slide down my throat. I move up and down his long staff, feeling the pulsing veins on his cock with my tongue. He then removes his cock from my mouth.
He then lowers himself until his mouth is right in front of my pulsing cock. He places his warm, moist mouth on my throbbing cock, moving up and down the staff. Slowly at first, Mr. Massey sucks my erected dick, then eventually is sucking my cock at high speeds.
I didn't know how much more I could take of this, so I took Mr. Massey's mouth off of dick, stood him up, and kissed him. I penetrated his mouth with my warm, smooth tongue, and started kissing this hot man passionately. As we are kissing each other, I run my hands over his ripped hairy chest, squeezing his right nipple, in which he lets out a soft, low moan of pleasure. I then feel Mr. Massey sliding his large hands down my back and resting them on my round butt.
Mr. Massey eventually breaks the kiss, and turns me around, bending me over the chair, and lightly spanks my ass a couple of times.
"Now spread those nice legs of yours for me, boy" he says. He then crouches behind me and proceeds to lick my asshole. I feel his wet, cool saliva being applied to my awaiting hole, pushing his tongue inside.
After he finished soaking my hole, Mr. Massey stood up and mounted me. I get ready for what was to come, anticipating taking that huge cock of his. His spits on his dick for lube and places his cock at the entrance of my hole, feeling the warmth from it.
"Are you ready Eric?" he asks. I respond with the traditional student like "Yes sir." "Ok, here it comes, just breathe." Mr. Massey advises.
He slowly pushes his monster inside of me. It hurts just a little, then he stops about half way and the pain eventually leaves. In a short time, all nine inches of this hunk's hot cock is inside. He starts to move, slowly at first, taking a little of his cock out, then pushes it back in. He picks up speeds and is eventually pulling his whole cock out and slamming it home.
I feel every time his cock hits my prostate, bringing my closer and closer to climax. Mr. Massey puts his arms around me and hugs me as he his fucking my hole. I feel my balls start to ease up, and realize I am almost to climax. Mr. Massey also his coming close and starts ramming my ass until his cock erupts with cum and I can feel him filling my insides with his hot cum. He quickly pulls out and places his mouth on my flaring cock just before I start shooting my cum in his needy mouth. I release load after load of my cum down my teacher's throat. We then sit down on the floor, trying to catch our breath.
"Man, that was awesome" Mr. Massey proclaims. "I really enjoyed it." "Me too" I respond. "I loved every minute of it."
As we clean everything up, and get dress, Mr. Massey puts his hands on my hips and pulls me into for a soft, loving kiss.
I break the kiss and say "I think I am going to need a lot of help after school to get my grade up to an A." "I think we can work something out." He explains.
I got a lot of help from Mr. Massey that year and the next year as well. And I received an A in both classes.