Unfortunately only the first part of this story is true. The sexual part is fantasy on my part of what I wished would have happened. Needless to say though, the fantasies lived over and over as I jacked a many a time thinking of my sweet professor. Please e mail me at (taurus10092000@yahoo.com) any situations you wished had a sexual end result, or any comments you have about my story.
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I had a major crush on my biology teacher in junior college. He was short, broad shouldered, and good looking in the face. I took every class he taught, just to be able to listen to him lecture and of course fantasize about us being together sexually. He invited his students to come to his place in the country and go fishing in his pond any time we wanted. I took him up on it one nice Spring day. When I got there, he was busy doing something, so he directed me to where his pond was and I walked back and fished a couple of hours. I had about five nice sized crappie that I took up to the house. He asked me if I knew how to filet them so there would be no bones. I said no, I did not. So he showed me how to filet them. As he was demonstrating how to use the knife, his hand over my hand, guiding the knife along the rib cage as not o get any of the bones, the touch of his hand was electric and started me to have some tenting action down below. As he was standing to my left side, my package was up above the table and I knew he could see the bulge. I tried to turn away some because of embarrassment. He said let's finish these fish and then we can sit down and talk. So when we had finished cleaning the fish and put them in a big baggie and on ice and then washed up, we sat down to talk in his swing on the back porch. He asked me if I was dating anyone. I said no. Then he caught me off guard and asked me if I liked girls or guys. I sort of mumbled and said I had never been with a girl or a guy. He then said, "I know you think about sex, so who do you fantasize about when you jack off". I told him "for some reason I seem to only hink about older men". He said, "well, I thought that might be the case when I saw the bulge in your pants when we were cleaning the fish". I started to apologize and he stopped me and said there was no need to apologize, one can't help what they are thinking about. He then proceeded to tell me that even though he was married, he fantasized about being with men a lot and had been with a few men. I guess you could say I enjoy both women and men. He put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing it. "Would you like to have sex with me right now". I sort of stuttered and said "yes, I would really like that".
He said his wife would not be home till after work so no one would be around for quite a while. He told me I had a nice physique, with my broad shoulders and lean body. He said he also really liked my sandy colored hair. I told him I really liked to listen to him talk in class and oddly then said, but was very true, that I liked his personality. I told him he always came across very positive and humble in class and for me that was a "turn on". He leaned over and gently kissed me on my lips as he moved his hand up and over my crotch rubbing it with a little force. He then said let's go inside the house and get more comfortable.
He took me to his bedroom and started taking off his clothes. So I did the same. After we were both naked and with semi hard dicks (I was sort of nervous is the only reason I could think of why I did not have a raging hard on at that time). He motioned me over to the bed and put his arms around me, then pulled me down a little bit to get to my lips. His kiss at that moment is something I will always remember. It was very passionate as our tongues intertwined. It also made me less nervous and now I did have a raging hard on as I pressed my dick up against his stomach, almost his chest because of his stature. He pulled me on to the bed and we laid side by side, still embraced and still kissing passionately for a short time. Then he pulled away and got off the bed and told me to lay on my back, which I did. He went down on my 6 inch, uncut dick, engulfing my dick and slowly went up and down my shaft, causing me great pleasure as he did. After a couple of minutes of that,
I could feel I was getting close to cumming. I started to push his head back so I would not cum in his mouth. He said don't, I want to eat your cum and went back to rhythmically going up and down my shaft. It did not take long before the feeling of orgasm came back. This time I let him cum and he did exactly what he said he was going to do, eat all my cum.
I went limp and it was not just my dick. It had felt so good. I never in all my imagination would have thought it could have felt that much better than jacking off. When I came to my senses and noticed him laying next to me, slowly stroking himself, I realized it was not right to ignore him. I stupidly asked him if it would be alright to suck him off.
He politely said "I hoped you might be willing to do that". So I got off the bed and put his 5 inch, slightly thicker uncut dick in my mouth. He was pretty hard at this point and having his dick in my mouth felt so good and right. My mouth went up and down on his shaft, just liked he had done for me, at least, I thought He also told me to tug on his balls because that made him more excited. I was afraid to pull on them too hard but he kept saying pull harder. Since that experience, I started jacking off doing that to myself and have found that I enjoy that as well. I had to be reminded when I was going up and down on his shaft to not use my teeth. He told me it feels much better if I just use my gums and to try and not let my teeth scrape against his shaft. After I started getting the hang of it and kept pulling on his balls and sucking his dick, I could feel his dick pulsating in my mouth. I also could tell by his moans that he must be getting close. Just about that moment, he said "here it comes", and I could feel his jism in the back of my throat. I had no trouble swallowing it. For my first bliwjob to be given, it was probably good to not have a real long dick, or I probably would have gagged. The girth being thicker was nice in my mouth and I don't know if it was because of him or it being my first one, I have always appreciated men with thicker dicks. After college my girth certainly got thicker, just like my whole body. Men tell me that my width is the thickest they have encountered. So after we gave each other the blowjob, my professor said to me that that was nice and that he hoped I enjoyed it as much as he did. I told him I did not know it could feel that much better than just jacking off, but it certainly did. As he started putting his clothes back on and straightening the covers on the bed, he told me it would not be good for him if people knew what we had done. I told him he did not have to worry about me saying anything. He said maybe we could go camping together sometime overnight and do some fishing at a creek he knew of over in the next county. I told him I would look forward to that.