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(This following story is dedicated to Tom, a friend and budding author)
Tom's Final Exam By Justin Davis
Like most college freshman his age, Tom Childress had a few difficulties in adjusting to the change college life brings about in their lives. Yet, compared to some of his counterparts at Vernon Croft University, Tom had actually accomplished quite a bit his first semester. He had found an on campus job, finally gotten a decent apartment he could afford, and in general, had been successful in establishing his new life away from home. In fact, Tom's social life had not been that bad either.
Tom's amicable character, enhanced to by his physical features, had attracted the attention of others more than he knew or imagined.
His five foot nine inch tall, 145 pound frame, was rather common actually. However, his sparkling, hazel, eyes, his brown hair, and the manner in which he carried himself, attracted attention where ever he entered a room. That too, had not gone unnoticed on campus.
Yes, for a freshman, Tom's first semester at Vernon Croft had been quite successful. He had established a home for himself, had begun to develop a circle of friends, and had even made the Dean's List his first semester. Sadly though, things didn't look so rosy or successful for him now.
At mid-term, Tom had decided to change his major to pre-law. That, in and of itself, shouldn't have been a problem, that is not unless you also had his academic counselor. For some reason, known only to God and his counselor Ms. Dutwiller, she had insisted that he absolutely had to enroll in Anatomy and Physiology. "It will prepare you better for law school and any medical terminology you might need to know," she had said.
Obediently, Tom had enrolled in the course for the spring semester. Yet, things had not gone well at all. Unfortunately, that was why Tom now stood outside Professor Davis' office four days before he was due to take the his final exam. Tom stood at the open door, but hesitant to knock because the professor seemed to be engrossed in something he was reading.
Professor J. Leonard Davis, the only instructor of Anatomy and Physiology at Vernon Croft University, had a reputation around campus as being "one bad mother fucker" when it came to his course and when it came to his grades. Rumor had it that he had flunked people who needed just half a point, and Tom needed much more than that. By his own calculation, Tom had to "ace" the exam or he would flunk the course.
Appearance wise, the professor wasn't bad for a man his age, Tom reflected as he stood outside the door. Almost six feet tall, about 155 pounds or so, Tom guessed, dark brown hair with just a beginning tinge of gray, for a guy in his late forties he wasn't bad.
In fact, the professor even had almost a sympathetic and human quality about him. Yet, as with so many things, looks can be deceiving. Professor J. Leonard Davis was, without a doubt, the toughest instructor Tom had encountered in his budding college career.
Tom was desperate. No passing grade, no financial aid. No financial aid, no college. It was as simple as that. Out of sheer fear and desperation, Tom knocked on the door to plead his case. In response, Professor Davis looked up from the phamplet he was reading.
"Uh, Professor Davis! May I talk with you a moment?" Tom asked.
"Sure come in! It's Tim isn't it?" the professor remarked.
"Tom!" Tom replied.
"Oh yes Tom! Right! Tom Childress in the nine-o'clock class!" The professor responded.
"Yes sir that's right!" Tom replied.
"How can I help you Tom?" the professor asked.
"Well uh, well uh, I was wondering if there was any extra work I could do, or maybe re-take my last test so that I won't have to make such a high grade on my final exam to pass your class. I mean I have to pass it or I am going to lose my financial aid and everything." Tom blurted out.
Professor Davis looked at Tom, paused for a moment, and then spoke.
"I am sorry Tom. The grade guidelines for the course are laid out in the syllabus and you got that at the beginning of the semester. There is no extra credit work and your grade is based on your three tests and your final exam." The professor replied.
Tom's heart sunk at the professor's reply.
"Well, is there something, maybe some tutoring, or something that you can help me with so that I can try?" Tom asked in almost a pleading tone.
"What is it you don't understand?" Professor Davis asked.
"Everything!" Tom replied.
The professor begin to laugh, then stopped himself, when he noticed Tom's crest-fallen reaction.
"Okay Tom. Tomorrow is Friday. I will have some time this weekend. Be at my place at 7 p.m. tomorrow night and prepare to stay all weekend." He replied.
"Huh?" Tom responded.
"Your final is on Tuesday. We will review the entire weekend!" The professor replied, then began to scribble something on a "post-it" note.
"Here is the address and phone number. Be there at seven!" the professor added.
"Ah, yeah sure! Thanks Professor Davis!" Tom responded, taking the piece of yellow paper from him.
"Goodbye Tom! See you on Friday!" The professor replied.
"Uh yeah, thanks!" Tom replied, then turned and left the office.
Chapter Two
Fortunately, in spite of his nervousness about going to Professor Davis' home that night, Friday went fairly rapidly for Tom. With a College Algebra final to take that morning, and a Federal Government exam that afternoon, his attention was more focused on his exams than anything else. Tom's nervousness didn't really become that much of a factor until after he had showered, put on fresh clothes, and was thinking about what else he should take for the weekend.
Finally, Tom made his decision and tucked another pair of jeans, a few tee shirts, a couple of pairs of his white boxer briefs, and a couple of pairs of white crew socks into his back pack. Then, he picked up his Anatomy and Physiology notebook and text, stuffed them into the backpack, along with the other things, and headed out the door to the bike rack.
The fifteen minute bike ride to the professor's place actually went faster than Tom had expected, partially because he asked one of his friends the shortest way to get to that address, although he didn't dare reveal whose address it was, and partially because questions kept whirling around in his mind about the Anatomy class and what the Professor Davis would ask him.
In time, Tom found himself before the brown, brick-covered, town homes that matched the general address the professor had given him. He dismounted his bike, and after walking past only the first two, found the one that bore the professor's address. Still holding his bike, he paused, looked at the dimly lit doorbell, and then thought for a moment about getting back on his bike a ridding away. However, that fleeting thought was soon replaced by the thoughts of the need to pass his final exam and the loss of his financial aid if he didn't. He reached out and pushed the doorbell.
It was only a short time until the door opened.
"Ah Tom! Right on time! Come in come in! You can bring your bike inside if you want." Professor Davis said, and held the screen door open wide for Tom to enter.
Tom entered, rolling his bike through the door way with him.
"You can put your bike over there if you like!" The professor said motioning toward a small alcove to Tom's left.
"It would probably be okay outside, but you can never be too careful these days," the professor added.
Tom rolled his bike into the small alcove, lowered the kickstand, and turned back around toward where the professor was standing.
"You can put your back pack any where over there you like," the professor said, motioning toward the couch, chair, and other furniture that made up the small living room.
"Can I get you something to drink?" The professor asked.
"Uh yeah! What have you got?" Tom asked.
"Well, I am afraid coke and root beer is all of the soda I have," the professor replied.
Tom thought for a second about his nervousness at even being where he was in the first place.
"Uh, you have anything stronger?" he asked.
The professor chuckled in response.
"Well, I have beer, scotch, and some very nice wine." He replied.
"Uh, beer will be fine!" Tom replied, then walked toward the couch, took of his backpack, laid it on the floor, and then plopped himself down upon the couch.
Tom looked around and noticed the professor had disappeared into another room.
"How old are you Tom?" the professor asked loudly from the kitchen.
"Uh, I am 19!" Tom responded.
"Ah yes, I remember when I was 19. Seems like it was yesterday, but that was some time ago for me I am afraid," the professor said as he walked back into the living room.
"Here you go!" He said, holding out a can of Miller Lite toward Tom with his right hand and holding a goblet of red wine in the other.
"Thanks!" Tom replied, and took the can of beer from the professor and popped the tab.
The professor seated himself in the brown lounge chair, took a sip of his glass of wine, laid it on the table beside the lounge chair, and then looked at Tom.
"Well, so what do we need to review?" the professor asked.
"Gees I don't know Professor Davis!" Tom replied.
"I just can't seem to remember any of it," he added glumly.
"Now Tom! Don't short change yourself, you probably remember more than you think you do," the professor replied.
"For example, what is the difference between anatomy and physiology?" the professor asked.
"Well, anatomy is the physical make up of the body and physiology is the functions of parts of the body." Tom replied.
"Very good!" replied the professor.
"Tom, I have found that the trouble usually is not with knowing the names of certain parts of the body but understanding their relationship to others and how they work together," the professor added.
"For example, if I were to say "patella" you would respond knee cap. Am I right?" the professor asked.
"Yeah, I know that one." Tom replied.
"And, if I said "scapula" you would say----------?"
"Uh, shoulder blade!" Tom replied, and took another sip of his beer, feeling much more comfortable.
"Very good!" the professor responded.
"Now lets try it the other way." The professor said.
"If I were to say nasal you should say---?"
Tom thought for a moment.
"Rhinal!" Tom responded.
"Excellent Tom! That is a general term for those things related to the nasal area." Professor Davis replied.
"If I were to say "smell" you should say-----?"
Tom thought longer this time.
"Olfactory!" he replied.
"Very good!" the professor responded.
"Now, suppose I was to say cock. Then you should say-----?
Tom was at once surprised and also caught off guard.
"Uh, uh, penis?" he responded.
"Right again!" The professor replied.
"And Tom, there is no need to be embarrassed. Sometimes the best way to learn some of the these things is to use the common terms first and then try to give them their proper scientific or medical name," the professor added.
"So, if I were to say balls, then you would say----?
"Uh, well uh, testicles!" Tom replied.
"Right again!" The professor responded.
"Uh professor, could I have another beer?" Tom asked, suddenly feeling even more nervous.
"Sure Tom! Back in a jiffy!" Professor Davis said, as he got up out of his chair and headed toward the kitchen.
"Tom, I think what has got you thrown for a loop is the physiological part," the professor stated, as he came back into the room and handed Tom the unopened can of beer.
"Yeah, maybe so!" Tom replied, as he popped the tab on the can and took a healthy gulp.
"For example, suppose the essay question on the final exam was to discuss the physiological aspects of orgasm. Could you explain that?" Professor Davis asked.
Again Tom was a bit stunned and hesitated before he answered.
"Uh, well no!" Tom replied.
The professor sighed in response to Tom's answer.
"I thought not!" He then stated.
The two sat silently staring at each other, for what seemed like an eternity, then Tom spoke.
"I am gonna fail the exam I can tell!" Tom blurted out in a depressed tone.
"Not necessarily!" Professor Davis replied.
"I think this weekend I can teach you everything you need to know to pass the final exam. In fact, we could call it an on-going review if you wish. However, you must trust me. Do what I tell you to do. And, the probability that you will pass the exam will be quite high."
"Uh, could I have one more beer please?" Tom asked.
"Sure!" Professor Davis said, and got up to get Tom another beer from the fridge.
While the professor was gone, Tom's immediate thought was to gracefully excuse him self and leave. However, that thought didn't stay with him long. The desperateness of his situation over rode any reservations he may have had.
"Here you go!" The professor said, as he re-entered the room and handed Tom another can of beer, then went over and sat down again in the chair by the couch.
"Well Tom. Have you given it some thought?" the professor asked.
Tom took a big gulp of his beer, then answered.
"Okay Professor Davis. I guess so." He replied.
"Good. Then we can begin as soon as we finish our drinks," the professor stated.
While they sat, Tom finishing his third beer, and the professor finishing his glass of wine, the two made idle conversation about college and the like.
"Well, I see you have finished your beer," the professor commented, as Tom took a final swig from the can and sat it down beside the other two empty cans on the end table.
"You want another?" Professor Davis asked.
"No thanks. Not right now!" Tom responded, already feeling just a little light-headed from the three beers he had drunk so rapidly.
"Okay fine! We can begin our review now then!" Professor Davis replied.
"The guest bedroom is just down the hall there!" The professor added, motioning toward Tom's right."
"You can put your back pack in there. When you have stripped to your shorts come and join me in the room to the right of it." The professor added.
Now Tom really became confused. Though he was slightly buzzed from the beer, he realized immediately that something was just not quite right.
"Uh, I think I better go!" Tom responded to the professor's statement.
"Tom. I am not the one that has to pass the final exam. You are!" Professor Davis replied.
"Trust me, and you will pass the exam. I assure you!" The professor added.
Tom thought for a second, then rose from the couch.
"Okay!" he responded, and headed toward the guest bedroom.
As he stripped to his shorts, Tom wondered how the hell he had gotten himself into the current situation he was in in the first place. Hell, he was smart, he wasn't dumb. Yet, there was no question that his fate in this course could determine his whole college career.
Once he had stripped to his boxer briefs, Tom headed toward the door of the room next to the guest bedroom, stopped at the closed door, opened it, and entered.
Chapter Three
To Tom, the room looked more like a doctor's examination room than anything. There was the typical examination table and other things he recognized from having been to the doctor more than once in his life. Other than a rather large anatomy chart on the far wall everything looked normal.
"Ah! I see you are all ready here!" Professor Davis commented, as he stood in the doorway.
"Well, hop up on the table and we will begin our review!" Professor Davis added, without much change in the tone of his voice, then closed the door behind him.
"Oh, and you need to remove the shorts!" Professor Davis added.
"Uh, gee Professor Davis, uh maybe I should be going," Tom responded.
"Sure Tom! The choice is up to you by all means. You certainly don't have to stay if you don't want to. I am sure you will probably pass the final exam without any review." The professor said calmly.
Tom thought for a moment. He knew what the professor said wasn't true. He needed all the help he could get. Again the thought of losing his financial aid if he flunked the course dominated his mind.
"Okay!" Tom responded, then took off his shorts and hopped up on the examination table, covering his crotch with his hands.
"You don't have to be so modest Tom!" The professor commented.
"Now just lay back on the table and I will adjust the head-end so that you can see the anatomy chart," the professor added.
Tom lay back on the table, his hands still covering his private parts, while the professor raised the head of the table.
"There! That should do it."
"Can you see the chart okay?" The professor asked.
"Yeah! I can see it fine!" Tom responded.
The professor walked over to the large anatomy chart, stood by it, and pointed to an area just below the right elbow.
"This area would be what?" The professor asked.
"Uh that would be the ulna!" Tom responded.
"Right you are!" The professor said, and walked back over to the table on which Tom lay.
"In fact, it would be right here," he added, taking Tom's right arm in his hands and placing his fingers on the spot he had pointed out on the chart.
"Now what would these muscles be called?" The professor asked, touching the area with the fingers of the right hand.
"Uh, that would be the biceps!" Tom responded.
"Right you are again!" The professor said.
And so things went, for the next thirty minutes or so. The professor would touch various parts of Tom's upper and lower torso and Tom would give the proper name for the area. Only once or twice did the have to glance at the wall chart to help him get the final answer. In fact, Tom soon became relaxed enough that he had laid his arms down at his sides. That, of course, meant that his pubic area and genitals were exposed.
"Now of course, some of the parts of the body are more intricate and complex than others," the professor commented.
"For example, the penis here, is a more complex area than most people realize," the professor stated, as he took Tom's uncut, flaccid, penis in his fingers.
Tom squirmed a little since he was instantly uncomfortable at the professor's touch.
"You can relax Tom! This is merely a review!" Professor Davis said calmly.
"This area here is rather interesting," the professor said, as he rubbed his finger over and around the slit of Tom's uncut cock.
"What is it called Tom?" the professor asked.
"Oh! Mmm! The-the-head?" Tom responded.
"Well actually, it is called the meatus!" Professor Davis replied, as Tom's cock began to grow in his fingers.
"And of course, this area here, which is quite sensitive, is called the glans," the professor continued, gently making a circular motion around the glans of Tom's penis with his finger.
"Uh! Mmmm!" Tom responded, at the sensations caused by the professor's finger.
"Actually, the genital area is really one that is quite fascinating." Professor Davis commented, as he continued to work the head of Tom's cock very deftly with his fingers.
"Oh! Ahh!" Tom responded in reaction to the tingling sensations the professor's fingers were creating.
"This whole area, is just loaded with neuro transmitters that relay sensation not only to the brain, but in some cases, to each other," the professor continued, as he worked the head of Tom's now almost completely hard cock in his fingers.
"In fact, as this area here is stimulated it can have effect on other areas," the professor said, as he began to play with Tom's balls with the fingers of his other hand.
"Oh my od! Mmm!" Tom exclaimed as gooey sensations coursed through his body.
The fact that Tom's seven and one half inch cock was now hard as a rock in his hand wasn't lost on the professor.
"Then sometimes, with additional stimuli, parts of the genital area, the penis for example, become even more sensitive with stimulation," the professor intoned, then bent over and took the head of Tom's cock into his mouth and began working his tongue in a circular motion.
"Oh! Shit! Uh!" Tom responded to the wonderful sensations the professor's mouth was giving him.
Tom raised his head and watched the professor for a second, then lowered his head back onto the headrest.
"Oh gees! Oh God!" Tom moaned as he lay his head back down on the headrest.
The professor pulled off Tom's cock for a moment.
"Put your feet up in the metal stirrups Tom! We must continue or little anatomical tour." Professor Davis said, and then went back down on the head of Tom's penis.
"Mmm!! Tom moaned, as he placed his feet in the stirrups.
At the first touch of the professor's tongue on his cock, Tom had had an almost overwhelming urge to get up and run. But, it had been so long since anyone had had his cock in their mouth, and the feelings were so good, Tom willingly surrendered to them.
The professor stopped sucking of the head of Tom's cock for a moment.
"This area, too, is quite sensitive!" Professor Davis commented, as he began to gently circle Tom's anus with his finger, and then went back to sucking Tom's cock.
"Uh!! Oh shit!" Tom exclaimed, as the sensations caused by the professor's mouth on his cock, and the finger circling his anus, shot through him like lightning bolts.
The professor, on the other hand, was rewarded with a healthy offering of pre-cum, which he hungrily swallowed.
Professor Davis withdrew his mouth from Tom's cock and began to stroke Tom's hard member with one hand while he continued to circle Tom's anus with the index finger of the other.
"What part of the body is this?" The professor asked, as he applied a little more pressure to the finger circling Tom's rosebud.
"Oh shit! Uh! The-uh-the anus!" Tom responded.
"And this?" the professor asked, as he pushed his finger just inside Tom's anal opening.
"Oh my God!" Tom exclaimed.
"Ahh!! Uh-oh shit! It's the rectum!" Tom almost shouted out.
The professor began to feed more and more of his finger into Tom's rectum while he continued to stroke Tom's cock and lick the pre-cum oozing from the slit of Tom's penis.
"Yes, and of course, even internally, there are things that effect the genital area," the professor stated.
"For example, what is this called?" Professor Davis asked, placing his finger inside Tom's rectum up against his prostate.
"Oh God! Oh fuck!" Tom exclaimed.
"What is it called Tom?" the professor persisted, and began to message Tom's prostate with his finger.
"Oh gees! It's-its---Oh fuck! It's the prostate!" Tom' blurted out.
"Right you are Tom!" the professor said, and again took the head of Tom's penis, which was now oozing pre-cum like a leaky faucet, into his mouth, while he continued to massage Tom's prostate.
In response to the professor's expert sucking, and the stimulation of Tom's prostate, an almost continual litany of Tom's moans and groans began to fill the room, as the teen began to hunch his dick deeper and deeper into the professor's willing and eager mouth.
Deep in the depths of his groin, Tom began to feel his hot cum load begin to slowly work its way to the surface.
"Oh Shit! Oh fuck! I am gonna cum!" Tom exclaimed.
Professor Davis, who was very much an expert on such things, felt Tom's cock become even more rigid in his mouth and he knew it wouldn't be long so he began to massage Tom's prostate even faster with his finger.
For Tom, that was all it took. Urgently, he thrust his hips upward in an attempt to bury his cock as deeply as he could in the professor's willing mouth at about the same time the professor buried his nose in his brown pubes. As a result, Tom's seven and one half inch pole was buried completely down the professor's throat.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Tom cried out, as his penis began to spew load after load of hot, teen, giz down the professor's eager throat.
The professor continued to gulp Tom's offering hungrily until he had sucked Tom dry of even the smallest drop of cum and Tom's penis had become semi-flaccid. The he took his mouth off of Tom's cock and spoke.
"Well, I think that was a good to our review!" Professor Davis commented.
"Don't you Tom?" he asked.
Tom, who was still lying on the table breathing heavily, just nodded his head yes in response.
Chapter Four
The rest of the weekend actually went rather well. Tom progressively learned various body parts and physiological terms in a "learning by doing" review orchestrated by Professor Davis. And, as a rather pleasant off shoot, Tom had more sex that weekend than he had ever had at one time in his nineteen-year-old life, not that gay sex was anything unusual to Tom, he had played around with a few guys when he was in high school.
So, to a chorus of grunts, moans, and slurping, squishy, sounds, the naked twosome explored each other throughout the weekend and Tom learned a lot about anatomy, and indeed, not too small an amount, about sex. The professor was an excellent tutor.
"Well Tom! I am glad you came by!" Professor Davis said, as he led Tom to the front door late on Sunday afternoon.
"Uh yeah! me too!" Tom said, and smiled.
"I would appreciate it if we just kept this little weekend review our little secret," the professor said, as he opened the door wide so Tom could roll his bike out the door.
"Oh sure! No problem!" Tom said, more than willing not to tell anyone he had actually made love all weekend long to someone as old as Professor Davis, even though he had enjoyed it immensely.
"And thanks for the review!" Tom added.
"Don't mention it!" Professor Davis replied, then chuckled.
"See you Tuesday!" Tom hollered back, as he mounted his bike, and began to peddle off.
"Tuesday? Oh yes, the final exam," Professor Davis said loudly.
"Well that won't really be necessary Tom! You have already taken it and made and A!" the professor shouted at Tom.
Tom looked back at the professor and grinned.
"Whoo Hooo!!" Tom exclaimed, and pumped his fist in the air as he rode off on his bike.
The professor stood at the door and smiled fondly as he watched Tom and his bike disappear down the street. Then, he shut the door, poured himself a glass of wine, sat down, and began to grade the papers he had neglected all weekend.
For a moment, the professor's thoughts returned to Tom and he chuckled to himself.
Yes, Monday morning he was certainly going to have to bring at least a dozen red roses to Grace Dutwiller, the counselor. She certainly knew how to pick them that was for sure.
"I wonder who it will be the first summer term?" Professor Davis thought to himself for a second. Then, he again turned his attention back to his paper grading.
(The End)