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TEACHERS -------by Tom Depp Jailhouse BBS (305)944-6271
It was my sophomore year and I was failing my math miserably. Partly it was because I just don't like math and don't even want to understand it. Partly it was because I was really distracted by this guy in my class named Don. I always tried to sit where I could watch him, it was worth it.
Well, I was sitting there one day looking at Don, and getting horny as Hell. Don is a small guy, with long black, curly hair, and very pale skin. He is handsome and well built and when he stands up, his pants stick out about a foot in front of him. He must be hung like a monster. I was sitting there thinking about that and getting a hard on that frustrated me because I couldn't do anything about it, when Mr. B. called my name. I didn't hear him and things got embarrassing. Mr. B. is very rigid with his class and he pulled one of those asshole tricks that teachers seem to get off on. He made me stand up and said "Now why don't you tell us all just what you find so distracting?" Well, I just said, "Oh, nothing, sir, just daydreaming" and tried to sit back down before the whole fucking planet noticed I had a hard on. My "sir" got a few laughs anyway. I guess not too many people noticed, but I am sure Mr. B. did, because of what happened later.
He gave me detention, three nights after class I had to stay and work problems on the board. Not too bad, as I needed the practice and usually had to hang around school until about five anyway to get a ride home.
The first night, I showed up right after my last class and he wrote twenty problems on the board. He said I could go when I had finished them and he had checked them all out.
I stood at the board and began working the problems. For a while he watched me, then he got up and left the room. I continued working, and made my way very slowly through what was going on. I didn't understand the problems at all. Mr. B. came back at about five and looked into the room. I was on problem six of the twenty after all that time, and he just shook his head and went out again. I kept working, but it began to be a real pain in the ass. The school shuts off the air conditioning at night, and after five, the place gets like an oven. The room I was in was really bad, as the windows had no shades at all, just some tinting and the afternoon sun was heating it up badly.
When Mr. B. looked in again about six, I was standing in front of the board perspiring from keeping my hands in the air working on the problem, number fourteen, that was defeating me. I guess he took pity on me, because he came inside and told me to take a break.
I went outside and found a fountain. I took a couple of long drinks then splashed some water on my chest. Earlier, when I began to perspire I had pulled out my shirt and unbuttoned it, to get cooler. As I went back inside I started buttoning it up, and Mr. B. Told me, "Nah, just be comfortable." That was kind of a shock, because he was such a stickler for perfection. With him, shirts should be tucked in, shoes should be tied just right, and if he had his way, he'd have us all wearing suits and ties to school.
Well, I walked over to his desk, and he motioned me over in front of him. He pushed back his chair and I stood between him and his desk, I even sat back on it, just kind of resting. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder and asked me "what's the problem. Why are these hard for you?"
We went into a lot of bullshit, but I was surprised to find out he really did want to know why I was having problems, he was not just ragging on me.
After a while we talked a couple of things through and I started working at the board again. He stood right behind me and sort of guided me through step by step on one of the equations. It really helped, and I'm very glad he took time to explain some of this stuff to me. We were both pleased when I finished the last of the problems and he put a congratulatory hand on my shoulder when I was done.
I stepped back just about the time he did that, and bumped into him. It was one of those clumsy moves that just seem to happen. Well, to get his balance, he reached around and put his hand on my chest. That was ok, but he just left it there afterward. We were standing really close, and when he pulled me back against him, I felt that his cock was hard. He let me go very quickly, but I got the message.
We sort of talked around the subject for a while, but when he sat back down in his chair, I could see that he was still hard, and I stopped and looked him over really well for maybe the first time.
Mr. B. was maybe thirty-one or thirty-two years old. He had sort of blond-red hair that he wore collar-length. He was not a big man, but he seemed big because of the suits he wore, tweed and elbow patches and that whole thing. I knew he played tennis, because I had seen him on the courts sometimes. I remembered from there that he was in pretty good shape, and what I could see while looking at him pretty much confirmed it.
I decided to go for it. I sat back on his desk, and put my arms behind me. That exposed a lot of skin for him to look at, and he did look. Conversation sort of died out about then and we just looked at each other. I leaned forward and took my shirt off and asked him "do you mind?" He didn't.
Things didn't heat up, though I could see that he still had a hard on when he got up and took off his coat. As he loosened his tie he sat back down. I just leaned back against his desk again. We sort of stood there looking at each other until I reached down and unbuttoned the button of my jeans. My jeans were really tight and that caused my zipper to open a little. He saw some skin, maybe enough to know that I wasn't wearing any underwear, and that decided him. He stood up and went to lock the doors of the classroom. He pulled down the shades, and on the way back he lost his shirt and tie.
He sat down in his chair again, in his slacks and undershirt. He rolled up to me and unzipped my fly. Pulling my jeans down around my ankles, he sort of lifted me up onto his desk. I sat there, my arms behind me, leaning back, while he pushed my knees apart, and then pulled me forward until I sat right on the edge of the desk.
My cock was stiff as a steel pipe by now, and he dove right down on it. Damn, but he was hot for it! He didn't give me a second to kick back and enjoy things at all. He began bobbing up and down on my cock instantly and kept going like a jackhammer for two or three minutes. I came really quickly, and he sucked up every bit of it. And he didn't stop, he just kept sucking. The second time he took it a little slower, and moved his hands around a little, stroking the inside of my things and once tickling my stomach with his finger tips. When I came again, he finally looked up at me and stopped sucking. He didn't say anything, but he had the most grateful look I'd ever seen. It's still the most grateful look I've ever seen. I don't know if that was his first cock in a long time or what, but he really wanted it bad.
He stood up, and I figured it was my turn to do some sucking. I reached over and un-zipped his fly. I pulled his cock out through his shorts, and bent forward to suck him, but he stopped me. Instead he turned me around and put me face down on his desk. I wasn't too sure I wanted fucked, because I was pretty new at it then, but he didn't leave me any choice. His cock was about seven inches long, uncircumcised and was the biggest around I had ever seen up to then. He used it on me like he hated my guts. He just walked up and shoved it in, and never tried to make it easy on me. I gasped and groaned a little when he stuck it in, and he sort of stroked the back of my neck and told me to take it easy. Without any care for me he began pumping the full length of his cock in and out of my tender young ass. He spent a lot of time cupping my cheeks in his hands and rubbing his palms all over my ass while he fucked me. I don't know how long it took him to cum, but it seemed like he fucked me for hours. He just kept ramming that pole of his in and out in long full strokes.
When he came, he reached forward and pulled me up on my elbows. He put his hands on my chest and pinched my nipples really hard while he shot his load of cum up my ass. That was the first time anyone did that to me, but since then I learned that both Marc and Josh like to do that too.
Well, after that, he zipped up, and I got dressed, and we parted without saying much.
I asked him the next day if I was still on detention, and he said "Of course, I can't start going back on things like that."
Well, it was worth a try.
For the next two days, the same things happened. He'd come in after all my problems were done, or help me if I got stuck, and when everything was finished he'd go down on my cock like a starving man on a T-bone steak. The last day, Friday, he sucked me four times in a row, without ever taking my cock out of his mouth, even when it was soft. Thursday and Friday he rolled me over as soon as he was done sucking and fucked the shit out of me.
He never did let me suck him.
For the rest of the year, about every two weeks he would tell me "be a bad boy" and I would do something to get detention. This happened about six more times during the year. Every time was just the same. He really liked to suck.
The End
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