|“Mr. Pitt is there any way I can see my grade?” I asked him, brushing my dark brown hair from my eyes. It was near the end of the semester and I knew I was in deep trouble when it came to this class. I was always distracted by fantasizing about the things I would do to Mr. Pitt.
Mr. Pitt was perfection personified. His dark blonde hair was cut short; His shirts always fit his body nicely, showing off a well-toned body. On this day he wore a nearly see through white shirt with nothing underneath, his brown nipples were visible and I found myself turned on. “Ethan, just give me a couple of minutes and I will look at your grades. Though I do not think you are doing well.”
I sat at my desk and watched as he worked his way through the stack of papers he had. He licked his fingers as he moved another paper to the graded pile. The breath caught in my throat as visions of him naked danced in my head. I closed my eyes, and thought about what it would be like to make love with him. How he would just take me, and I would give myself up to him. I let myself slip into a daydream.
“What are you waiting for?” He asked me. As he made his way over to me, his clothes would be discarded, shirt first. His cock was everything I thought it would be, long, thick and topped with a mushroom head, and best of all it was already erect.
Wordlessly I took it in my mouth. Pre-cum tricked into my mouth, it was sweet and suddenly I was craving more. He pushed his cock further and further into my mouth, when it touched the back of my throat, I expected to gag but nothing happened. More of his sweet nectar started to coat my throat. He leaned over me, shoving his cock even further into my throat.
“You want a special project to pass this class? Let me see what I can think of,” His fingers punched into my hole. His fingers found my spot and he worked it until I began moaning. The vibrations on his cock caused him to shoot a load into my mouth. Before disappointment could set in, he lifted me up and positioned me on his desk. My torso covered his desk, and he lifted my butt so it was even with his cock. He spread my ass cheeks, and plunged his fingers back into me. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my knees went weak and I thought I might crash to the floor. “I think fucking your ass would be worth an ‘A’, don’t you?”
I barely nodded my head, when he pushed his cock all the way into me. His arms were around me, his breath tickled my neck. With one hand, he pawed my nipped and the other found itself on my cock. Slowly he pulled himself out of me, and then rammed it into me again. As he found his rhythm, his hand began stroking my rock hard cock. His hand was soft, yet masculine and his touch felt so right.
“Oh God,” it was a breathless moan, one that barely escaped from my mouth. Heat swelled in my body, and I knew that the only release for it would be orgasm. As he pounded my ass, he found a spot that pushed me over the edge and my cock released the cum. More and more waves of pleasure crashed over me until my body gave out.
Mr. Pitt kissed the back of my neck, and then in my ear whispered “Now it’s my turn to get off.” He turned me around and hoisted me on to the desk, with my legs over his shoulders. He pushed his cock back into me, giving a new sensation. My hole burned but it didn’t hurt, it was a new kind of pleasure.
This time there was no gentleness in his thrusting. He was a man on a mission, and it was one that I was more than happy to help him accomplish. His cock pushed deeper and deeper into me, our bodies were slick with sweat.
He brought his mouth onto mine as the thrusting became more and more urgent. His tongue was down my throat, and more than anything I wanted to make sure he was pleased. My legs were now around his waist, so I wrapped them tighter around him.
Our mouths parted, so I arched my back and slow, soft moan. It was enough to send my lover over the edge, he thrust into me faster. After a few minutes of aggressive fucking, he pulled out of me and shot his load over my body. I was covered in his sweet man juice from the top of my pubes, to my engorged nipple.
“Ethan?” Mr Pitt called to me, breaking me out of the fantasy. “I finished grading your test, and added it to your other grade. You’re not doing well in this class, in fact without some sort of extra credit you won’t pass.”
“You mean like a special project?”