The last student had filed out of my senior English History class and I sat there alone at my desk, inwardly cringing at what was to come.

Professor Marboro got up from his desk, walked to the door, closed it and locked it with a resounding "click," before returning to where he had been sitting studiously writing.

After a few agonizing minutes, he looked up over his half-glasses and gazed at me.

In spite of the fact that I was scared to death, I still got a flutter in my groin as I looked into his soft, brown eyes. Marboro was about 30 years old, I guess, and he was handsome. I was 18 and pretty hot myself now that I think back about it. I'm 6'1", have blond hair and a great body and I'm pretty athletic. Problem was, I was failing my class with Marboro, and I had a 3.7-point average in everything else. I didn't know what was wrong but every time I walked into this professor's class, my mind got fucked. I would sit there and watch the professor as he lectured and drew on the board and read to us and I couldn't hear a fucking thing he was saying.

"You are failing my class." Marboro finally spoke.

"I know, sir."

"Why?"

"I don't know, sir."

Damnit! Joshua, it doesn't make sense. I've looked at your records and you're an excellent student. You excelled in every history class before mine and I don't understand why. I know that most of the work we do is here in class and you aren't paying attention. So, your outside studying isn't enough if you aren't present here. What is the matter?"

I just don't know sir. I can't concentrate. I come in here and sit down and for some reason I can't concentrate.

"What can I do to help you? I like you, Joshua, you seem like a really nice young man, but I can't let you slide on your personality. You have to do the work and respond. Every time I call on you it's an embarrassment. You never know the answers to my questions. That's why I've stopped calling on you..."

As he droned on, I found myself losing touch again. My mind began drifting and all I could see was Mr. Marboro pacing back and forth and I was watching his every step and movement. He walked like a panther, his muscled legs clearly visible through the tight, tan chinos he wore. His shirt, starched and white, fit snugly on his body, his chest muscles were clearly outlined and you could see his nipples, clearly, pressing against the white fabric. And his arms...the brown hair that started at his wrists and flowed up into the rolled-up sleeves. And at his crotch, there was a big...and I mean big...bulge. There was no definition there as there was under his shirt, but something huge was going on.

"Are you listening to me?" His loud voice brought me back to the present.

"Yes sir."

"What did I just say?"

"I don't know, sir."

He sighed in frustration and began tapping his fingers on the desktop as he glared at me.

"It's you..." I muttered.

"What?"

"It's you!" I said louder, suddenly realizing that the reason I wasn't listening in his class was because I was always distracted by watching his every movement instead of hearing his every word.

"What in the world do you mean? I've been successfully teaching this class for five years and I'm considered an expert on my subject matter. So don't try to blame me for your inability to pay attention and give me a bad rap with the principal..."

"No, sir. I didn't mean that. Yes, you are a good teacher. You're a great teacher. It's just that..." I froze. I couldn't go on.

"What do you mean then, Joshua? What is it about me that is standing in the way of your passing this class. Tell me."

I just sat there wishing I were somewhere else...or dead. He walked over to my desk and stood there right by me. Then, sensing my pain, he reached over and put his big hand on my shoulder.

"Joshua...come on...tell me."

I reached up and took his hand off my shoulder and held it in my hand and then I looked up at him and, totally without even thinking, I put my lips down to his hand and kissed the palm of it. Then I let go of his hand and looked up at his startled face and then back down again knowing that this was probably the end.

He coughed slightly and just stood there looking at his hand. The silence was roaring in the room, drowning out the ceiling fans and the clatter in the halls.

"I see," he finally said, almost whispering, and turned and walked away.

I couldn't even look up. Then I noticed that the room was getting darker and I realized that he was drawing the shades on the windows one by one. I was beginning to feel dizzy.

After glancing at him shuttering the windows I shut my eyes and waited, expecting to feel a hard slap across my face, or a rough hand on my shoulder and his voice saying, "get out!" and I was welcoming whatever...anything to end this miserable situation.

I sensed, rather than heard him standing by me again. I breathed in deeply and swear that I could smell something emanating from him...something familiar...something I'd been aware of in myself. I opened my eyes and turned my head toward him.

"Is this what you want?" he whispered as I gazed right at his cock which was in his hand, out of his pants and as hard as a rock.

"Yes," I said, suddenly aware that that was exactly what I wanted. But it wasn't all that I wanted. I wanted all of him. I wanted to hold him and be held by him and kiss his beautiful red lips and run my fingers through his thick, salt-and-pepper hair, and touch his body and put one of those rigid nipples in my mouth and do all of the things that I had been dreaming of, and forgetting the next morning.

"I could lose my job over this," he whispered. "I could be ruined and run out of teaching forever. But I can't help myself, Joshua. I've been watching you for months and fantasizing about you and now, God help me; I'm going to risk everything for these few moments with you. It's up to you whether you tell or not. But...it doesn't matter. As he spoke he was running one hand through my hair and I was gazing at that beautiful cock, totally mesmerized by it. I was licking my lips and wanting to taste it...I'd never tasted a man's cock before. I leaned over and gently kissed the glowing tip of his cockhead, tasting an intoxicating salty taste from the drop of pearlescent liquid that was forming at the tip.

"Stand up," professor Marboro said and I stood, my own rigid cock, still in my jeans hit the desktop, causing it to thump in my pants.

I stood up and he took my hand and led me to the front of the room and behind his desk and then he embraced me. I smelled his cologne and his sweat and the pheromones exuding from his body intoxicated me to the point where I thought I was going to faint. Instead, I grabbed his head in both of my hands and placed my mouth over his...the softness of his full lips, the slickness of his white teeth as my tongue encountered them. The wetness of his tongue as I sucked it into my mouth - it was all that I had ever imagined, and more.

I pressed my groin into his and ground our cocks together. He reached down and unzipped me and pulled my rigid cock out of my trousers so that our dicks were together in the flesh. I feasted on his mouth while I ran my hands over his chest and felt the hard nipples under his shirt. I loosened and pulled off his tie as we locked our lips together. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hand inside, feeling the furry chest and the big nipple. I squeezed it between my fingers and he bit lightly on my tongue.

We broke our lip locks and my head immediately went down and I began sucking on his brown, rigid nipple as he groaned and ran his hands all over my body.

"Get undressed," he whispered as he backed away and began taking off his shirt. "Take your clothes off, Joshua. I want every bit of you!"

I shucked my clothes and soon we were both naked.

"Let me look at you," I said to him and stepped back as he stood there, as naked as any man can be and as naked as I had imagined him to be so many times before. "You're beautiful," I whispered as I stepped to him. "No, not beautiful. Perhaps handsome but not beautiful. You're beautiful Joshua...beautiful beyond imagining."

We embraced again and he reached down and took my cock in his hand. He began sliding the loose foreskin back and forth and I returned the action, putting my hand around his big, thick cock and masturbating him while we returned to exploring each others' mouths, faces, ears, necks, tits, bellies...he moved down onto his knees and took my cock in his mouth and I whined that he was going to make me come and so he stopped and stood up again. "Not yet, my Adonis, don't come yet. I want more of you than that."

"Tell me what you want. Tell me, sir, I'll do anything you want," I was under his spell.

"My name's Brad..." he smiled, "not sir...not anymore."

"How about lover?" I asked.

"How long have you been doing this sort of thing," he asked, coming up from sucking on my nipple and licking my chest.

"About fifteen minutes," I replied.

"Really?"

"Yep...lover,"

"My god, a virgin," he whispered and stuck his tongue in my ear.

"What do you want?" I asked him again.

"Well, someday I want to fuck your beautiful ass...but later..."

"Why not now?"

"Because, I may hurt you."

"I want you to fuck me. I want you inside of me. I want your cock in me and I want you to fuck me and come in me and fuck me until I can't see and then fuck me again. Oh, God, si...er...Brad, I want you so bad!"

"We need something...we need protection and some lube," he said as his hand moved down my back and into the now sweaty crevasse of my ass.

"Use spit," I said.

"We need a rubber."

"Here," I said, reaching down into my jeans pocket and handing him one I had been carrying around for a week. Yeah, I know that they should be fresh but I didn't give a shit at the moment.

I watched him roll the rubber onto his cock. I took hold of it and felt the greasy lube on the rubber as I gave him a couple of strokes. I held his cock and maneuvered him over to the desk. Then I bent over the desk, spit as much as I could muster into my hand and reached back and smeared it on my asshole. I looked over my shoulder.

"Now fuck me," I said.

I felt the cockhead sliding up and down over my hole, and then I felt the pressure as he pushed. He pushed harder. My asshole tightened up. I reached back and grabbed my asscheeks and pulled them as far apart as I could. "Fuck me," I hissed. He tried again.

The cock wouldn't or couldn't break the sphincter barrier.

"Eat my ass," I whispered.

I felt his tongue exploring around my asshole and then I felt it probing timidly at my hole. Then he buried his lips onto my asshole and began licking and sucking and probing my virgin butthole with his tongue and as I relaxed he was able to stick his tongue deeper and deeper into the hole. I felt something hard and realized that he has spit on his finger and was now sticking it into my asshole, fingerfucking me. "Yeah, yeah, that's it. That feels great," I said as I reached under myself and up to feel his finger sliding in and out of me. I felt the second finger going in, then a third. And I was now so loose that I felt vulnerable and open and fuckable. Then he stood up, pressed his big cockhead against my sphincter and this time it slid in with a "pop," and then the cock was buried into my ass to the hilt and he was fucking me. Yes! My handsome, hot and beautiful professor was fucking Joshua's ass and he was loving every minute of it and begging for more.

Sweat covered our bodies as he pistoned his big, beer-bottle of a cock into my tight ass and after awhile he said, "Oh, oh, oh baby I'm gonna come!"

"Cream my guts, cream my guts you fucking hot bastard!" I spontaneously uttered as I grabbed my own cock and began pumping the juice that I felt coming.

We both moaned and whimpered as we shot in unison, him up my hot asshole and my jizz all over the side of his desk.

We lay there panting for a long, long time until we could muster enough strength to get up and get dressed. We hardly spoke. The experience had been too phenomenal to discuss and we both knew it.

"When can I see you, someplace else," Brad asked as he tucked in his shirttail.

"Anywhere, anytime," I replied, zipping up my fly and reaching for my books.

"We'll talk," he said as he unlocked the door and let me out.

"I couldn't help whistling as I made my way down the now empty halls toward the exit door. Well, just two more to go...the coach who has been watching me in the shower for the last six months...I'll bet all he'll want to do is suck me off, and that frustrated old maid, Miss Collins in math. I don't like fucking women that much but...I gotta get that average up so I can get into a good college.