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My history teacher Mr. Carroll sat me in the front row. He was over six feet tall so, when he walked around the room, his crotch was always level with my eyes. Muscular. Short, brown hair. And a bulge I’d noticed more than once.
One day, I had soccer practice and then had to go make up a test. When I walked in, I realized I was the only one. He set the test on a desk and I wiped off the sweat from my face with my shirt as I took a seat. Before I’d started, he said to me, “Seems like you got quite a workout.”
After a few minutes of my working on the test, he asked, “Can I admit something actually?”
“Sure.” He told me he was supposed to be getting a massage right now, but he had to stay late for me. “Sorry,” I said.
“Oh. It’s all right. I was thinking you could give me the massage though.”
My confusion was clear enough on my face for him to clarify.
“I just want a massage.” He grinned. “A different sort of test you could say.”
“No thanks,” I said, smirking and turning back to my test.
“Why not? You’ve got a guaranteed A in the grade book.” I thought about it a second and looked up at him. His broad shoulders. His rolled-up sleeves and strong forearms. The package I imagined below his desk.
He noticed my pause and said, “See? You’re thinking about it. What’s the harm?”
I shrugged and looked away.
He got up, closed the door, and then moved to his desk. There wasn’t much there. Just his computer and a few books which he shifted over to another surface. Then he turned to me. “Come on,” he said, taking the test from my desk and tossing it in the trash.
I stood up hesitantly and walked over to the desk. He stood at least six inches taller than me.
He lay down on his desk, facedown, adjusting himself slightly. Not sure what he expected, I ran my hands down his back. “A little harder,” he said. I started pressing into his back, feeling how strong his shoulders were.
Suddenly he asked, “Do you mind if I just take off this shirt?”
I could feel he had an undershirt on too, so I said, “Sure.” He flipped over, unbuttoned his dress shirt, and threw it on his chair. Then turned face down again and lay down in his white T-shirt.
I continued as he let out a few groans of pleasure. Then, he pulled off his T-shirt and used it as a pillow. He kicked off his shoes. “There we go.” His back looked strong.
As he shut his eyes, I worked on his shoulders standing right next to his head. “Woah,” he said. I looked down to see him staring right at my hard on, noticeable through my red gym shorts. I apologized and backed away. “It’s all good. We all get wood.” He reached down and adjusted his own dick beneath him and I noticed the top of his boxers. I moved back to his side, pressing into his lower back.
“Ah. That’s nice. A little lower.”
Slowly, I shifted my hands down to his hips and he groaned. “Are you gay?” he asked suddenly.
“Curious,” I admitted.
He was quick to respond. “A good way to be.” I continued on his lower back until he suddenly flipped over. His chest was trimmed and he had nice pecs. I instinctively covered my hard-on with my hand. Noticing I’d backed away, he asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine.”
“Okay. Don’t stop now.” He smiled and shut his eyes.
I reached forward and felt his abs. He grabbed my arm to get me closer. As I moved up his chest some, feeling his pecs, he put a hand on my side. I looked down and caught a glimpse of his bulge through his dress pants. He let his hand fall again, brushing up against my shorts and I walked toward his waist again. Feeling his abs first, I slipped one finger between his dress pants and boxers. When he didn’t react, I slid my hand underneath, massaging on the waistband of his silk boxers. Then I pulled my hand out and undid the top of his pants.
He opened his eyes and looked at me.
“You asked for a massage.” I smiled, unzipping his pants to reveal his blue striped silk boxers. I walked down and pulled off his socks and pants, then put a hand on his thigh, feeling the silk of his boxers.
“They’re nice right?” he said, motioning to his boxers.
“They’re hot,” I said. Slowly I massaged his thigh, pushing the bottom of his boxers up and seeing the start of his pubes. His boxers were distinctly tented by his dick. I could tell it was a thick head. Without hesitation, I put my hand on his dick and massaged the shaft.
He paused and then smiled and looked at me. “Take off your shirt,” he said to me, sitting up. When I hesitated, he pulled me closer, between his legs as he sat on his desk and pulled my shirt off me. I saw his cock stir inside his boxers as he leaned forward and kissed my chest, both hands holding my sides. “It’s only fair I return the favor,” he said, switching spots with me.
I leaned back as he ran one hand up my chest and held my side with the other, snaking his fingers down to my waist. A second later, he was kissing my chest and sliding his fingers into my shorts, over my boxers. We stood up and he pulled my shorts around my ass and let them fall to the floor. I stood there in my blue checkered boxers.
“They don’t do much to hide a hard on, do they?” he said.
I looked down at our dicks bumping into each other, covered by the thin material of our boxers.
He knelt down and felt my thighs, his forehead against my abs. With one rough hand, he reached up into my boxers and felt my balls while the other grabbed the waistband and pulled slightly. He nudged my cock upward and pulled my boxers down to reveal it, kissing the tip and grabbing my ass with both hands. As he sucked me off, I grabbed his shoulders and let my boxers drop to the floor.
He enjoyed himself for a few minutes, looking up at me. “Stand up,” I told him. As he did, I ran my hands down his sides and then put my hands on his boxers on either side, kneeling down. I kissed his dick through his boxers and then grabbed it. I felt him harden as I kissed his trail and massaged his cock.
Then, with both hands, I pulled his boxers down, revealing his huge cock and sucked his huge head. He kicked off his boxers and put one hand on my head, his mouth slightly open as he looked at me. “Fuck yeah. Keep going,” he said. He was more vocal than I expected.
Then he grabbed me under my arms and had me stand up. Pushing me back against the desk, he sucked me off again while stroking his dick. Not long later, he pulled my dick out of his mouth and said, “Shit. I’m gonna cum.” He stood up and I grabbed his shaft, jacking him off until his body tensed and he released his load on my chest.
As he finished, he jacked me off. “Tell me when you’re gonna cum.” A minute later, I told him and he put my dick in his mouth and sucked, hand on my ass and fingers close to my hole. I came in his mouth and he swallowed. Then he pulled on my dick to get the rest, licking it from his fingers and smirking up at me.
He grabbed his T-shirt and wiped the cum off my chest and then threw it to the side. We gathered up our clothes again but I didn’t see my boxers.
“Here.” He held out his own boxers, my own blue checkered ones already snug around his softening cock. With a smile, I pulled them on and put my shorts and T-shirt on.
We kissed and he said, “If anyone asks, it was too late to make up that test today and you have to come in again tomorrow.”