“No…please don’t,” Anderson said as his English teacher had his five foot seven frame pinned against the whiteboard at the front of the class, his wrists held above his head and the six two teacher nuzzling his ear and palming his cock through his jeans. Anderson faced the windows as his teacher continued to molest him. He wanted to make the teacher think he was shy and afraid to be touched in such a manner when it was quite the opposite. He wanted the black haired thirty-five year old pawing at him. More importantly, he wanted to experience for himself the teacher’s mouth.

 

          Anderson had forgotten his note book last week and went back to the class to retrieve it. As he walked down the hall to the end where his class was he could tell something was in the air. As he came closer to the class he caught the unmistakable sound of a slurp…the kind of slurp that went along with sucking cock. Anderson slowed his pace as he neared his class and noted that the door was open slightly. The door was at the back of the class so no one could really see what was going on at the front of the class unless you opened the door. The door opened outward so it was easy for Anderson so hide himself behind as he peeked inside the classroom. There was the sight that would make anyone hard.

          At the front of the class on his knees was Mr. Tate his English teacher with his nose pressed into the lower abs of an older student. Anderson noted that the student had about two or so inches on Mr. Tate and was nicely built. What Anderson liked the most about the situation was when Mr. Tate’s head was retreating on what had to be at least ten inches of thick hard cock. Mr. Tate began bobbing furiously on the student’s cock as he leaned against the side of the desk facing the windows. It was a good thing his class was on the third floor or people walking by would have got an eyeful since the blinds were open. Anderson looked back up the hall and saw no one so he turned his attention back to the action taking place in the classroom. Mr. Tate’s nose made several trips to the student’s chiseled abs and it made Anderson hard as a rock. He never would have figured Mr. Tate to be a sword swallower. Now that he knew, he had to get some of that.

          “Yeah, suck my cock,” the student said as he reached down to grab a handful of the teacher’s hair. Mr. Tate deep throated him a few more times before coming up to look up at the student.

          “Please Marcus, let me drink you today…please…” he said breathlessly, his eyes begging. Anderson bit back a groan. Hell yeah, he wanted some of that!

          “Did I say you could stop,” the student, Marcus, spoke. Mr. Tate quickly returned to the task to devouring the student’s thick piece of flesh. Marcus then put both hands in his hair and proceeded to fuck Mr. Tate’s mouth hard. Anderson had to grip himself to keep from coming. Mr. Tate took the face-fucking like a pro. After a few minutes, Mr. Tate placed a hand on the student’s thigh and Marcus slowed his thrusts. Anderson took that as a sign the pair used as it looked like Mr. Tate was about to pass out. Marcus allowed the English teacher to take him out of his mouth to catch his breath. Mr. Tate took a few deep breaths and was right back on Marcus’s cock. Oh yes, he was a pro. Anderson could feel his cock leaking. It was a good thing he wore black shorts that day. Mr. Tate took Marcus out of his mouth and then licked his thick shaft thoroughly then set to the task of sucking on his balls. He went back and forth between them before turning his head sideways and taking both in his mouth. Marcus put a hand in the teacher’s hair again as Mr. Tate hummed and moaned around the student’s sac. The teacher soon released his balls and looked up pleadingly at Marcus.

          “Please Marcus, I promise I won’t suck anyone else’s cock the entire semester. Only yours. Please let me have your cream.”

          Marcus took his cock in his hand and pointed it towards Mr. Tate’s mouth and the teacher went back to sucking on the hard flesh-cicle. After a few more minutes of slurping and moaning around his cock, Marcus pulled his head away, “Get ready,” Mr. Tate got up from his kneeling position and made short work of his pants and bent over the side of the desk. Marcus leaned over and opened a drawer and produced a small rectangular jar, “Spread ‘em,” came the command and Mr. Tate reached behind and spread his cheeks for him. Marcus dipped two fingers in the jar and then pushed them into Mr. Tate’s waiting hole. Anderson saw the teacher’s face wince in momentary pain as Marcus roughly prepped him for his log of a cock. Marcus removed his fingers after a short time and spread some of the petroleum jelly over the head of his cock then pushed into Mr. Tate. The student didn’t waste time entering the teacher’s inner sanctum, not stopping until he was balls deep in the teacher. Marcus gave him no time to adjust as he pulled out and then plowed back in. Anderson could hear Mr. Tate’s harsh breathing as Marcus leaned over him and started pounding into the older man’s hole. Anderson could hear Mr. Tate’s cock thumping against the side of the desk as Marcus drilled the man, he was starting to feel dizzy from such a delicious sight. 

          Soon Marcus was showing the all too common signs of an approaching climax. Anderson wondered if the student would give Mr. Tate what he begged for. He held his breath waiting to see of Marcus would pull that fat cock out of his ass and make Mr. Tate take it in his mouth. Marcus’s hands were braced on either side of the teacher’s shoulders as he gave the last hard thrusts and let out a groan of satisfaction as he unloaded in the teacher’s ass. After a few minutes of heavy breathing Marcus leaned down to Mr. Tate’s ear, “No,” Anderson left before he could see the reaction of disappointment on his teacher’s face.

 

 

          Over the next week Mr. Tate gave the class opportunities to do free writing. Anderson saw that as the perfect opportunity to get Mr. Tate to catch him doing something wrong. Anderson sat in the back of the class and as his classmates were bent over their desks writing, he was casually staring at his teacher. He would write a few words then bring his writing hand down to adjust himself hoping to catch Mr. Tate’s attention. One afternoon, it worked.

          “Anderson, I need to see you after class,” Mr. Tate said after stopping at each row to pick up the day’s assignment. Mr. Tate was known to be a strict teacher and when someone had to stay after class that meant business. Some of his class mates looked back at him and shook their heads in pity. Anderson put on his best nervous act to fool the class. Once the bell sounded ending the day, the other students filed out quickly. Mr. Tate sat down behind his desk as Anderson gathered his books and put them in his bag. He got up from his desk and went up to the front. When he stopped in front of his teacher’s desk, Mr. Tate put down the papers he was looking over and stared up at the red-streaked brunette, “You can come around to this side Anderson. I don’t bite, despite what the rumors say.”

          Mr. Tate was falling for his act hook, line, and sinker. Anderson sat his bag on the corner of the desk and ‘shyly’ walked around to the teacher’s side. He took a quick look at the door to find it closed and the mini blinds closed as well, perfect.

          “I’ve been looking over your sketches and I seem to notice a theme going on with them,” Mr. Tate said. Anderson made his eyes widen slightly and looked away from the handsome face of the English teacher, “Now now, there’s no need to be embarrassed Anderson. It’s quite natural to have erotic thoughts. You are a teenager after all.”

          Anderson felt his face heat up, and his cock stir. Yes, he was getting some head before this day was over. He looked back to Mr. Tate to find the brown-eyed man looking over his body. One couldn’t tell from the clothing, but Anderson had quite a bod from playing soccer. He noticed that Mr. Tate was eyeing the growing bulge in his denim shorts.

          “You know Anderson,” Mr. Tate said, “The rulebook states that denim is not a part of the school’s dress code. Now what do you think I should do about that?”

          “I-I-I’m s-sorry sir,” Anderson faked, “I was i-i-in a hurry and I s-spilled soda on my pants. These were the only ones that were closest to me so I put them on. I won’t do it again,” Anderson looked down only to find himself pushed up against the whiteboard with Mr. Tate breathing in his ear. Mentally Anderson was all smiles.

          “It also seems you’re aroused. Do I arouse you Anderson?” Mr. Tate said licking the shell of the brunette’s ear. He gave Anderson a squeeze and the teen allowed a small moan to escape. He felt the teacher’s hand unbutton his denim shorts and slowly pull down the zipper.

          “Please,” Anderson said mildly trying to struggle against the advances of the older man, “I won’t do it again.”

          “I know you won’t Anderson,” Mr. Tate breathed in his ear again as he slipped his hand inside, “Oh my, no underwear either, tisk, tisk,” Mr. Tate took hold of Anderson’s hard-on and gave it another squeeze. Anderson bit his lip and closed his eyes.

          ‘Just get on with it you cocksucker,’ Anderson thought, ‘You know you want it.’

          Anderson’s shorts fell to his ankles as Mr. Tate stroked him steady, “Do you like how that feels Anderson?” he asked before licking at the teen’s neck. Anderson shivered, he wanted that tongue licking his cock, not his neck, “It’s alright, you can tell me. I won’t say a word to anyone,” Anderson gave a small nod and he felt the teacher smile against his cheek before another lick and then a nibble on his ear. Mr. Tate then pulled away hand freed Anderson’s wrists from his grip, but kept a grip on his cock, “I know something else that you’d like. Want to try?”  Anderson gave him another ‘shy’ nod and Mr. Tate smiled. He left off the teen’s cock and moved to pat the desk behind him, “Why don’t you sit up here and I’ll show you.”

          Anderson stepped out of his shorts and moved slowly over to sit in the cleared space on the teacher’s desk. Mr. Tate sat in his chair and moved to between Anderson’s legs. Anderson’s breathing picked up a little as Mr. Tate spread his legs to accommodate his body, “Why don’t you lean back some,” Mr. Tate advised and Anderson rested back on his elbows. Mr. Tate ran his hands along Anderson’s lean muscular thighs and smiled in approval, “You have a very nice body Anderson, has anyone ever told you that?”

          Anderson shook his head. He pulled his lips between his teeth as the teacher’s hands made their way to his now weeping cock. His hands closed around his thick shaft and Mr. Tate leaned down to slowly lick the bead of liquid pooled at his slit. Anderson closed his eyes as his teacher took another lick.

          “Doesn’t that feel good?” he said to the teen. Anderson nodded in his ‘shy’ mode. ‘Will you just put my dick in your fucking mouth already!’ Anderson thought, “Do you want more?” Anderson nodded again and Mr. Tate smiled. He took Anderson’s head inside his mouth and Anderson let out a pleasured gasp and instinctively thrusts his hips into the wet heat. Anderson’s head fell back as then his teacher plunged down on his cock and was sucking away like he had last week on Marcus. Anderson was in heaven.

Mr. Tate brought his arms underneath Anderson’s legs and then let his hands roam up underneath the teen’s shirt. Anderson rested his feet on his teacher’s thighs to give himself some thrusting leverage as Mr. Tate bobbed delightfully on his eight inch cock. Anderson felt his teacher ghosting over his hard nipples and he let out a moan. His hand made its way into his teacher’s hair and Mr. Tate moaned with glee and sucked harder on the youth. Soon Anderson was pushing his teacher’s head down in a fast pace on his cock. ‘Damn this fucker’s good,’ Anderson thought as he gave up leaning back on his left elbow to reclining on the desk and digging his other hand in the thick locks of his English teacher.

Mr. Tate pulled off his cock and looked over his student, “You’ve got such a nice thick cock Anderson. I could spend all day sucking on you,” he panted then proceeded to lick his shaft down to his sac. Anderson made sure he was nice and smooth everyday just in case this wonderful moment would occur. Anderson spread his legs as wide as he could as Mr. Tate sucked his balls into his hungry mouth. Mr. Tate’s humming had Anderson seeing stars. ‘Holy fuck this guy is good!’ Anderson said in his mind as the teacher came back up and swallowed his cock whole again. Anderson began whimpering and moaning as his climax approached. He was trying to hold off for as long as he could but the mouth his was in was just too good, “Don’t hold back,” Mr. Tate said as he pulled off his cock with a sexy, wet pop, “I want to drink your cream,” He impaled his head on Anderson’s cock again and Anderson hit his limit. Gripping his teacher’s hair tightly, Anderson let out a long, fevered moan as Mr. Tate swallowed every last drop…

 

Anderson’s eyes flew open. ‘What the fuck? I’m dreaming about my English teacher?’ he thought. He then noticed something was wrong. He wasn’t in his dorm room, the ceiling was a solid white and not the stucco-like design of the dorms. He looked to his right and saw the foot of a bed that definitely wasn’t his. He looked left and saw black cased pillows against an oak headboard. ‘Where the fuck am I?’ he asked himself. His eyes widened as he looked down and saw his school shirt was unbuttoned and his white beater was pushed up over his nipples. He was stomach, cock and thighs covered in jizz with two more spurts landing over his spent cock. In his sight was the red cock that spewed forth the cum on his body, the hand holding it finally ceasing its motions. His eyes traveled up the body to come face to face with his English teacher covered in a light sheen of sweat and with his pants nowhere in sight. He pushed a hand into his hair, “What the fuck?”

Mr. Tate heaved out a few more breaths then looked down at Anderson, “I found you underneath a tree as I was walking to my car,” he said, “I noticed you had your headphones on so I was only going to just walk by when I saw the book you were reading fall out of your hand. I tried to wake you, but you wouldn’t budge. I didn’t know what dorm you were staying in so I brought you back to my place,” Anderson’s eyes widened again, “Don’t worry, you won’t get into trouble. There’s still an hour and a half before you need to be back at the dorms.”

Anderson looked back down at the state of his undress then back at his teacher, “Oh yeah, um, I wanted to make you comfortable so I was just stripping you down to your underclothes, but you kinda don’t wear underwear. That’s when you started moaning,” Anderson blushed, Mr. Tate stepped closer to him, “You were moaning out my name and it sounded so good I couldn’t help myself. I had to join you. I take it whatever I was doing to you in your dream was good. You looked very hot cumming like that,” Mr. Tate leaned over Anderson’s lower body, “Now it’s time to clean you up,” he said and licked the cream from his cock….

 

Anderson sat up in bed, his chest coming into contact with a tuft of red hair. Colin, his room mate backed up some before resuming with his licking of Anderson’s stomach, “What are you doin’ Col?”

Colin looked up at his room mate, “You know for a wet dream, you sure do cum a lot. What the hell were you dreamin’ about to make you come twice?”

That’s when Anderson noticed the left side of Colin’s face had his jizz running down the side and some in his hair. ‘Shit, I dreamt all that?’

“And why the hell do you have the hots for Tate? That guy’s like twice your age and I hear he’s strict as all get out. He also blushes like a damn virgin.”

“What?”

Colin took a few more licks then continued, “Tate brought you back here. He said he found you sleeping underneath a tree. He fished around in your pockets to see what dorm you were in and carried you here,” Colin leaned back down and took some more licks, “When he put you on your bed you started moaning out his name. It stopped both us. He was red, and got redder when you blew your load in your shorts. Damn man the front was almost dripping when we took them off you. I was being nice enough to clean you up when you shot your load again just now.”

“So why are you licking me?” Anderson asked.

Colin shrugged, “I wanted to know what you tasted like,” he took a few licks at Anderson’s cock, “Ya know, all ya have to do is tell me to suck you off and I will. It’s no big. No need to go dreamin’ about your teachers.”

Anderson leaned back on his elbows and watched as Colin licked the rest of his jizz from his stomach, “Hey Col?”

“Yeah?”

“Suck my cock.”