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Dorm Encounters XVII: Teacher's Pet
Please remember this is FICTION and bears no resemblance to true circumstances !!!!
Undergraduate professors are seldom interesting looking. This was not the case in a recent class I took that was taught by a fellow named John Eric Maley (fake name, people!), a doctoral student.
The class was an introduction to advertising class and it was one of those daily lecture classes we are always tempted to skip except on test days.
On the first day of class, I went in with this same attitude, preparing myself to get the syllabus and bug out. Imagine my surprise when Maley (that's what he wanted us to call him) walked in and took the podium.
I looked around and noticed that I was not the only one in the crowded room squirming. Some of the women were whispering and I was experiencing more than a routine horny stirring in my crotch.
Imagine, if you will, a tall, quite thin, fair haired man that looked to be about 25. He had straight blond hair that was perfectly in place, his face was soft and fair, and I could see no evidence that he had ever shaved. Total baby face.
He had a rather infectuous smile and little baby blue eyes, creating such a picture of innocence and youth I could hardly sit still. Top that with the fact that he was dressed perfectly in the yuppie teacher outfit and you had an image that definitely got you interested.
When he began to speak, I knew I was hopelessly in lust. Despite his almost frail frame, he had a rich, deep but gentle baritone that would have melted butter. I caught myself boldly staring at him as he paced the stage, and I totally forgot to take notes.
Time passed. He gave the first test and I did rather poorly and called to make an appointment to see him. We agreed on a time and I went to his office at the appointed hour.
I knocked at the door and his soothing voice rang out, "Enter, please!" I walked in to his office and was pleased to find not the usual mess of papers and books, but a very cozy atmosphere. Books lined the walls, of course, but there were plants everywhere and a long sofa lining the wall under the bookshelves. He sat at his desk with his glasses perched on the end of his little button nose and smiled.
"Hello, Andrew. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm having trouble with some of the concepts on the first test and want your advice on how to study so I can do better on the last three."
He motioned me to the sofa and turned in my direction, smiling that cute little smile he smiled all class period long, driving me and the women crazy. "Why don't you try these study tips," he said, handing me a thick handout, "and let me know if they help. They are more or less proven, in my mind."
I looked through the pages and said, "This ought to help a lot. Thanks!" I smiled and looked at him expectantly, waiting to see if he had anything else. He smiled back and my heart fluttered. I started to get up and he said, "Wait a second. Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?"
"Not at all," I said, warming to him hoping this would lead where I wanted it to.
"I hope you won't be offended here, but are you, by chance, the Andrew Whitaker that is the author of Dorm Encounters?"
"You've heard of it?" I asked, taken totally by surprise.
"Yes, I read it as fast as you post it. Actually, I'm even on your mailing list but I am using an account on a freenet up north to cover my identity a little bit. We've even corresponded a little about your stories."
"Wow, I mean, I get to meet a fan in real life! This is cool! Are you gay?"
"Sure, I thought the class had decided that by now. My classes usually decide that in the first couple of weeks."
"Do you have any idea how much I have lusted after you each day in class? You know, the funny thing about it is that I only come to class regularly to watch you talk and move. I've actually had this class before and just needed to pull my grade up to graduate."
"Well, I'm flattered," he said looking intently at me. He got up and closed the door, pushing the lock button in. "Are you as hot as your stories say, Andrew, or is all that just fantasy?" he asked.
"It's true, I guess. Would you like to find out?"
He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt. I stood up and began throwing my clothes all over the office as he frantically tried to get naked before me. We met, naked and hard, in the middle of the room. Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed deeply for quite some time. I felt his smooth back and tight buttocks with my hands and got incredibly excited about what was to soon happen.
I backed up still clinging to him and sat/laid down on the sofa. I pulled him on top of me and continued to explore his mouth with my tongue. I reached up and removed his glasses, laying them carefully on the windowsill behind us, and ran my hands through his soft silky hair as I continued to taste his mouth.
We broke the kiss and he slid down my body a little, dropping little kisses and pecks as he went. His tongue found my nipples and swirled around them hungrily, biting slightly as he went. His tongue traced the muscle groove down the middle of my tongue, stopping to service my belly button for a long delicious moment and then he dove into my bush.
His tongue swirled around the base of my cock and I was now going crazy with lust. I grabbed his ears and led him to my cockhead, pushing his open mouth down until he had swallowed my whole shaft. He bobbed up and down slowly, wrapping his tongue around my pole and swiping my cockhead lovingly as he went.
He was making me crazy and I knew I would shoot in a second if he didn't stop so I pulled him up. His tongue snaked down my rod to my balls and he lathed my ballsac with spit. He drew each ball into his warm mouth, first one at a time and then both together and applied firm pressure with his mouth muscles. I was writhing on the sofa.
He then began tonguing my asscrack and found my little puckered hole quickly. He darted his tongue in and out of my ass until I was moaning so loudly we were worried that someone would hear us. I was bouncing on the bed uncontrollably and knew I was close to blowing my seed.
He scooted back up my chest and drove his long thin cock down my throat. Knowing where it was to soon go, I lathered it up with spit, exploring every crevice of his baby-smooth cock. I loved the feeling of it deep in my throat and really wanted to taste his load, but knew that I would feel it soon enough somewhere else.
He grabbed my ankles as he slid back onto his knees at the foot of the sofa and put them over his soft shoulders. Aiming that long thin diving rod at my hole, he eased in slowly and luxuriously as I moaned. He drove in to the root and rested there for a moment, both of us feeling the intense pleasure that we had found. Realizing that I was ready to be fucked like a whore, he began slowly driving in and out of my ass, building speed and intensity as he went.
Soon he was driving in and out of my ass with abandon and jacking my cock in rhythm with his plunging. I was totally engrossed in the feelings my body was experiencing and closed my eyes to get the full effect. Every nerve in and on me was alive and singing as this beautiful man plunged deeply in and out of me. Sweat poured from both our bodies and we grunted and moaned quietly as the fucking continued.
After a couple of particularly strong strokes from his delicious cock, he froze and began pumping his semen into me, just at the same time his hand brought my hardon to tumultuous orgasm.
We shot together, me all over his chest and hands and him deep within my bowels. It was truly and explosive mutual orgasm and it seemed to last forever.
As we finally began to calm down, we caught our breaths as he lay down atop me, his long cock still hard and still embedded deep within me. Our mouths met in a fierce kiss as our tongues wrestled with each other. Our hearts continued to race as we kissed, and I got the feeling that his cock wanted one more run before he took it out.
I was right. He raised up and told me to bend over the arm of the couch, which I did, pulling my asscheeks apart for his wonderful poker. He sank quickly into my ass and began riding me with newfound energy.
I felt like a horse as this cowpoke rode me (or should I say, poked me). He plunged in and out, grabbing my hair as he rode me masterfully, and literally beat his cum into my ass.
He exploded quickly, shooting another enormous load up my chute. He continued to fuck me as his spunk shot out of his cock, making his ins and outs smooth gliding moves. My ass felt totally awesome as his semen bathed my anal chute and we cried out together as each spurt hit deep within me.
Finally spent, he pulled his cock out and moved his sensitive cockhead around on my ass. He reached under and grabbed my throbbing cock, flipping me over in the process. He swooped down on my cock and took it to the hilt, drawing my semen from my balls quickly. I bathed his tonsils with several fortiferous spurts of hot creamy spunk, shots that he drank as if starving for it.
Once my cock had begun to shrink, we fell apart and laid at either end of the sofa, our feet rubbing each other. We panted and heaved for some time, wiping the cum from our bodies and tasting it lovingly.
I stood, after a time, touching his cheek lightly, and dressed. He followed suit and I stood at the door. I turned back and said, "Thanks for the help, Sir. I feel better already!"
"I hope so," he said. "But if you need anthing else," he smiled, "do not hesitate to come back!"
Time told the tale that I squeaked out a C in the class in spite of spending many long afternoons getting extra help!