Teach
When you were in school, did you ever start crushing on one of your teachers? Getting hard imagining your teacher disciplining you, contemplating the smell of your gym coach’s jockstrap, calling a certain professor “Daddy” in your head. Logistically, you know nothing will ever come of it, but you still fantasize about it. Mostly harmless.
Well, I did it. I fucked my teacher.
This story starts many years ago, when I was still in college. The degree program I was enrolled in was fairly new, and a lot kinks were being worked out as it went along. Along with that, we also had a pretty decent amount of young, or young-ish, professors. Since it was a tech-related program, everyone was pretty nerdy as well.
The subject my professor actually taught isn’t important, but you can be damn sure it was my favorite class. From that very first day, he made an impression on me. Scruffy facial hair, good sense of humor, and many shared interests - he was teaching in my major after all. Instant crush. Then I found out he was gay, and I nearly went all anime nosebleed everywhere. Found out in the middle of class too, so I really had to make sure I kept my shit together. After that, I probably spent the next two or so years hopelessly crushing on Teach. I think knowing he was gay gave me some sort of subconscious false hope that I actually had a shot. But I mean come on, I don’t think someone’s going to want to actually risk their job over some kid who can’t even legally drink yet.
We did become friends though, and I’d often go to him if I needed help on a project or a question answered. Eventually, I got over it. Not seeing him on an almost daily basis certainly helped. We stayed friends after I graduated, maybe even flirted a little, though by that point I didn’t think anything would come of it. There was this one time, when a minor run-in almost occurred., where a guy we had both been hooking up with wanted to set up a threesome, neither of us realizing who the other person was at first. Once he saw a picture of the “other guy,” he was very upfront about feeling weird fooling around with even a former student. I can’t exactly fault him as I’ve never been in his position. Or not yet at any rate, although there was this one time…but that’s a story for another day.
But eventually…that rule went right out the window.
It’s several years later, not long ago from now. I’ve long since graduated, although he still teaches. We both run in the same friend circles - gay nerdy bears - so we’d see each other now and then, but not often. When we do see each other, it’s mostly small talk, catching up, nothing major. Until one fateful day, when we were both at a group dinner for a mutual friend. I guess I pulled an ugly duckling since the last time he had seen me. The flirting between us got a lot more frequent and intense, and eventually, it seemed that us hooking up was inevitable. We had been sharing so much about our sex lives, talking about boys we used, and that seemed like a good place to start.
We made plans to share his boy on this day. In retrospect, I definitely think that was probably the best course of action. We are both tops, and Doms, and we’re still figuring out what our dynamic was exactly. He was my former teacher, yes, but I wasn’t that barely legal college student anymore. So having a third person there to act as a medium between the two of us really facilitated things.
We drove to his boy’s place together the very first time. During the car ride we reverted back to the days of awkward small talk and clumsy flirts, my heart thundered in my chest so loudly I thought he might hear it. I felt some stirrings of my former crush in my stomach. I was anxious; worried something would go wrong and the whole thing would have to be called off. We pulled into the parking lot and got out. I followed Teach through the maze of apartment buildings as he led the way to his boys’ apartment.
The door was unlocked, apparently standard protocol for Teach’s visits. We walked in, and he introduced me to his boy wearing just a tshirt and underwear. We wasted no time in joining him, disrobing down to our undies. It had been requested that I wear a jockstrap, and Teach was doing the same; if you’ve seen my regular blog, you’ll know that isn’t too much of an issue.
We move to the couch and sit next to each other. His boy has some porn playing on the TV, but I’m not really paying attention to it. I keep looking at Teach, and his nice furry chest, thick legs, and a nice jockstrap. The boy kneels between Teach’s legs, and is told to get to work. The boy immediately latches onto Teach’s jock-clad cock, sucking and chewing on it through the fabric. Teach reaches over and pulls me in for a kiss and I reach down and start grabbing at my dick.
I’m happy to discover that he is a good kisser. Watching him order around his boy is definitely doing something for me too. I don’t know if I’m ready to submit to him just yet, but I could definitely get into domming alongside him. As we make out, I feel his boy reach over and replace my hand with his. Teach then orders him to take out his cock and start sucking. I watch him swallow Teach’s cock down, as I’m sure he’s done many times before. It’s a nice dick, although I’m still winning in the size department; it’s certainly nothing to scoff at. I watch, enthralled, before Teach pulls me back in for some more kissing, and all I can hear is the wet slurping sounds of the cock moving in and out of his boy’s mouth.
Teach then pushes my head down to his chest - he wants his nipples played with, roughly. I oblige him, taking his hairy pec and nipple into my mouth and sucking, hard. I hear a sharp intake of breath followed by a low “fuck yeah,” so I suck harder and start using my teeth, gently at first. I start to get rougher, but I don’t want to leave marks. Though I’m positive he’d love that now, he would definitely not be happy later.
Eventually he decides it’s my turn, and he grabs his boy’s head and pushes him towards my crotch, where he starts mouthing at my own jock. I lay back and let him work. It feels nice, warm, damp. I wish I’d brought a change of clothes, wet jockstraps can get uncomfortable, but in the moment, it’s amazing. It get’s even more amazing when Teach leans over and starts kissing me again. He starts playing with my chest and I groan into his mouth. I don’t even pull away, I just reach down, pull my cock out, and guide the boy’s head to it. I moan again as I feel him sink all the way down. This boy is good. I might need to try out his other end sometime.
So far, it’s this has been a spectacular morning. I’ve got a mouth on my dick and the teacher I’ve crushed on for years is groping and kissing me in just a jockstrap. It’s hard to not just lay here; but I am nothing if not an active participant. I put one hand on the back of the boy’s head, moving him up and down, with just enough force to show who’s in control. My other hand is touching Teach, rubbing and grabbing at his cock. He stops kissing me to move down to play with my nipples, and I start forcing the boy’s head even faster. I want to see how much I can make him gag, hearing him cough and sputter because he can’t handle me stretching his throat.
After a few minutes of getting my dick wet, I pull him off and push him back towards his owner, where he immediately swallows him back down. I take the initiative this time and latch back onto Teach’s nipple again. He’s got one hand on my head holding me to his chest, and the other on his boy’s. I can hear him saying things under his breath to his boy. Then I hear him start talking to me. Asking me if I like what I’m doing, boy? I think things over for just a second - he wants me to be his boy, huh? I’m feeling it, at least right here and now. I let his slip out of my mouth a brief “Yes sir!” before resuming my ministrations. I start attacking his nipple much more roughly, not as concerned with leaving marks anymore.
It must have done the trick, because the next thing I know, both hands are on his boy’s head, forcing him down to the very base of his cock. He lets out a LOUD growl as he spills into his boy’s mouth, causing him to struggle trying to swallow it all. Once the hands are removed from his head, the boy lets the cock slip from his mouth and spends the next few minutes cleaning it up, like a good boy. As Teach is catching his breath, his boy just looks up at me, face sloppy with spit, eye still full of hunger. I don’t say anything, just spread my legs and motion for him to move between them.
It’s my turn, and am ready to seed this boy’s mouth. I don’t want to draw this out too long, but I also don’t wanna blow my load immediately. I wanna come back and do this again, so a good first impression is key. I lay back and let the boy do most of the work, enjoying the feeling of his well used mouth. Teach leans back over and we kiss some more, much slower this time, and I just let myself enjoy it.
Once I’m ready, I decide I want to paint this boys face a little. I grab his head and move it down to my nuts, ordering him with a simple “Lick.” He goes to town on my balls, licking and sucking on my sack with a fervor. I start stroking my cock, stripping it faster and faster. This is it!
With my free hand, I pull his head back from my balls and aim my cock at his face. The first shot hits the rim of his lip and lands in his mouth, as does the second. No more misses after that, because I’ve shoved my cock into the back of his mouth to the hilt! I hold his head to my crotch and breath, savoring the last few moments of my orgasm. I release his head, letting him catch his breath while he cleans me up.
I turn and look over at Teach. He smiles and asks if I had fun, and I just smile in return. Hell yeah I did. I can’t wait for the next time. Hopefully neither can the rest of you.