Extra Credit

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I never wanted to fuck a teacher, or an older man in general the way I wanted to fuck my sociology teacher, Mr. Stone. I mean, he wasn't all that old, probably like ten years older than me, like twenty-eight or twenty nine or something. He was beautiful: tall, light brown hair with sideburns, thin, sexy-looking glasses, sensual lips, smooth peach-colored face, and stunning emerald-colored eyes. In class, instead of paying attention to the boring shit that he lectured about, I wondered how his chest looked like underneath the green sweater he always wore, or how his ball-shaped ass would taste against my tongue, or feel around my dick. 

As Mr. Stone wrote something on the chalkboard about modern people's interpretations of love, marriage, sex, compared to the viws of those from earlier generations. I watched as his bubble ass clenched and relaxed in his tight cordoroy pants. The more I looked at him the more I wanted to be the pants that hugged around his ass, I wanted to be the white briefs that covered his musty nuts and his gigantic dick. I wondered if his cum tasted salty or sweet, if he was more of a bottom or a top, if he could take a nine inch cock like mine all the way down his throat.

Class ended ten minutes later. I stayed after, waiting to everyone had cleared the room. I walked over to Mr. Stone's podium, where he stood collecting his papers into his briefcase. "Mr. Stone, can I talk you for a quick minute?"

Mr. Stone looked at me with his 7up bottle-colored eyes. "Sure, Peter. What is it?"

Boldly, I took a step closer toward the podium, so that I was only inches away from Mr. Stone's face. I could see that he was a bit nervous, me being so close to him. His eyes quickly scanned my entire body and he swallowed hard. "You know that essay that's due next Monday? I'm havin a little problem with it."

"Do you know which topic you wanted to choose?" Mr. Stone asked, his eyes on my lips. At that moment, I was convinced, that if I wanted to, I could fuck him. But I wanted to delay the seduction a little and try to be a little bit more subtle, even though my heart was racing with anticipation of the things I wanted to do with him--and the things I probably would do with him. I took out my notebook and pulled out the assignment sheet he'd given us the week before. 

"I chose number two, but I'm having problems trying to figure out what I want to say."

Mr. Stone gestured to his desk. "How about we sit down and go over it together."

We sat opposite each other at his small desk. Mr. Stone placed his hands flat on the table. He had smooth large hands, with perfectly manicured fingers. I wanted to suck each one of them. I also noticed that Mr. Stone had no wedding band or any other ring on any of his fingers. I brought out a rough draft of the essay I had been working on. "I'm havin problems mostly with the introduction and the conclusion."

I watched intently as Mr. Stone read my essay. His long fingers curled and uncurled, he brushed a hand through his shiny brown hair. Occasionally, he looked up at me, smiled, and then resumed reading. "Is it okay so far?" I asked.

Mr. Stone pushed the paper toward me. "Peter, you have excellent writing skills. So far I don't see a single thing wrong with what you have. You do really well with expressing your ideas--"

I caressed his foot with mine, while staring him straight in the eyes. Mr. Stone's face went blank, as though he couldn't believe I just did that. Feeling even more confident, I reached out and touched his hand, gripped it tight. Mr. Stone didn't even try to move away from me. He didn't even say anything. I took his hand and brought it close to my mouth. I opened my lips and accepted his index and middle fingers into my mouth. They tasted warm and tangy, melting against my tongue. Mr. Stone tried not to exhibit any signs of pleasure, but he could not help himself. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. "Peter..." 

I knew he was gonna say something like "We shouldn't be doing this...you're my student, I'm your teacher...it's wrong," and even if it was wrong, I didnt' want to hear that shit at the moment. 

But Mr. Stone said none of those things. He licked his pretty lips and dug his fingers deeper into my wet mouth. My dick was beyond hard at that point, so I unzipped my jeans and pulled it out, whacking myself off underneath the table. "I've been waitin since the beginning of the semester to do this," I told him. I scooted my chair in closer, reached under the table, and started to rub his legs. Mr. Stone groaned noisely. I wondered if there was anybody out in the hall listening to us. Hopefully not--well, I really didn't give a fuck, as long as they didn't interupt us. I scooted my chair back, ducked beneath the table, and headed for Mr. Stone's crotch. Mr. Stone pushed his chair back, giving me enough room to do what I was about to do. I crawled over to the other side of the table, on my knees in front of Mr. Stone's groin. I saw his dick pulsating against his pants. Though it wasn't as big as mine (most people's aren't as big as mine), Mr. Stone defintely had a nice fat cock. My mouth was watering at the thought of having that hard meat in my mouth, enjoying it like a Snickers bar or something. I unzipped his pants slowly. Mr. Stone inhaled deeply as I reached in and searched around for his dick. I marveled at the amazing girth of his dick; it was huge and uncut, just like it liked it. I unbuttoned his pants and Mr. Stone lifted his hips so that I could pull his pants down. He wore sugar-colored underwear, and when I sniffed them, they smelled sour around the crotch, and that turned me on even more. I squeezed his nuts softly, looking into his beautiful green eyes. "What do you want me to do?" I asked him.

Mr. Stone smiled. He looked embarrassed. "I've never..."

The head of his dick was protruding from the waistband of his underwear. I peeled the hood back slowly to reveal the pink head. He was already leaking pints of precum and I had barely touched his dick yet. I reached under his sweater, underneath Mr. Stone's shirt, and felt his naked torso: he felt a lot more muscular than I thought he would be. He had hair on his hard stomach and chest, not a lot of hair, but just the right amount. I pulled his sweater and shirt off his body to get a good look at his naked upperbody. I was shocked by the beauty of his body. Mr. Stone looked even better than I imagined he would. I hoped the same would be true about his ass. I really wanted to get into his asscrack and go to work on it. Roughly, I snatched Mr. Stone's underwear off so hard that they ripped. I thought he would be upset, but Mr. Stone just laughed. He had more hair on his muscular thighs, and his pubic bush was thick and smelled like sweat. I liked that he didn't shave his hair off like so many men do. Natural body hair on a man makes me extra horny.

I cupped Mr. Stone's nutsack as I kissed the naked head of his penis. He groaned and whispered something like "Oh God." But I couldn't hear him too good. I ticked his nuts as I engulfed all seven inches of his thick dick into my mouth. Mr. Stone sighed and sank lower into his seat, sending his dick even deeper down my throat. I covered his cock with my wet and warm spit, bobbing up and down quickly, licking the head furiously, sipping the precum that continued to ooze from the slit. When I thought I had warmed him up enough, I stood and began to pull down my own pants. Mr. Stone helped me, tugging my jeans down all the way to my ankles. He tore off my shirt in seconds, leaving me completely naked in front of him. My dick was brushing against his face. Mr. Stone took hold of it and rubbed it gently, studying it, worshipping it with his eyes. "This is so big and beautiful," he told me. I put my hand on the top of his head and brought his face closer to my dick. He opened his mouth slowly and inhaled my dick. The second my dick touched Mr. Stone's mouth, all the nerves in my body electrified and my knees trembled. He was only able to get half of my cock into his mouth at first, but that was enough to start to get me going. Mr. Stone gripped my ass tightly and forced me deeper into his mouth, until a good two thirds of my large dick was making its way down the back of his throat. I trembled and groaned. Mr. Stone took my dick out of his mouth, spit on the head, and slammed it back into his mouth again, gently grazing it with his teeth, massaging my ass. And then he took in all nine inches of my dick at once and my fingers and toes popped. I kept my hand on Mr. Stone's head as he sucked me off quickly and wonderfully. I didn't know he would be such a good dick sucker. I was leaking into his mouth, and I didn't want to cum eyt without having a chance to get up his tight ass.

"Stand up," I told him. 

Mr. Stone got out of his chair. I made him turn around, pushing him against the chalkboard. He poked his lightly hairy, round naked ass toward me, offering it to me to do whatever I wished. I picked up a couple of sharpened pencils from his desk and made my way over behind him. His ass felt warm and hard to the touch. I bent to my knees. opened each tight sphere and placed my nose mouth inside his rank crack. It smelled perfect. I licked his slightly sour hole for a few minutes, stroking his dick at the same time. Mr. Stone continued to groan and kept telling me to so it more. When his asshole was wet enough, I took one of the pencils, and, eraser end first, I inserted it itno his ass. It was a bit difficult to squeeze it in, because his hole was so tight and Mr. Stone kept clenching his ass, but once he relaxed, his butthole accepted the pencil and I continued to push it further inside of him. I pushed it in all the way until the there was barely anything left of the pencil but the lead tip. Mr. Stone whimpered and cried. I grabbed hold of the tip of the pencil, and with with all my might, ripped it out of his ass. Mr.Stone howled and braced himself against the board. His asshole was wide open, so I stuck my tongue inside of him, licking around the inside of his ass. My dick was brick hard, and I massaged my dick as I returned to fucking Mr. Stone with two pencils. I stood, gripped his slender waist, pulling him closer to my body. I opened his ass, pressing the head of my dick against his butthole. He was ready for me dig inside of him, and I was ready to do it. With one easy motion, I drove my dick into his smooth warm ass. Mr. Stone screamed again, stood on his tippy toes, leaned his head back, and exhaled deeply. "You okay?" I asked.

He nodded. "I'm fine, Peter."

"Good."

I pulled my dick halfway out of the warmth of his ass, and then slammed it back inside. Mr. Stone gave a small yelp, clenching his ass even tighter around my pole.I mashed him up against the chalkboard, fucking the hell out of him, loving the way he was sweating and groaning, enjoying the way his ass tightened when I stuck my dick inside of him and relaxed when I took it halfway out. I gave him no mercy, fucking hum fast and hard. Mr. Stone didn't complain or tell me to slow down or not go so hard. He loved it everytime my dick hit his spot, he loved my dick in general, I could tell. I loved his ass, and I let him know that everytime I roughly entered him. I could feel myself about to cum, but I didn't want to. With all my remaining energy, I fucked him until the cum started to boil in my balls and race up my dick. Pulling Mr. Stone's ass all the way against my dick, I released wave after wave of cum in his ass. I jerked Mr. Stone off until he covered my hand with his burning hot, thick white cum. I liked it off my hand and it tasted sweet and sour at the same time. 

Both of our dicks were still hard, and it didn't seem like either one of us was completely rid of his horniness. Mr. Stone surprised me by turning me around, and pushing me against the edge of his desk. He grinded his hips against mine, his wet dick rubbing against my hamstring. He opened my ass and without lubing me up, jammed his moist, sticky dick into my ass. 

Because I was used to and even enjoyed the pain of dicks going into my ass, I was bothered much by it. But I was filled with an indescribable pleasure that took over my whole body. Mr. Stone was brutal when he fucked me, even more harder and faster than I had gone. I held my breath and shut my eyes closed as he pounded my ass. Mr. Stone pushed my head down on the desk, keeping it there so that I was unable to really move. I liked being restricted like that. Mr. Stone gave me a couple more of his hardest thrusts, and then he growled as a second wave of his hot cum spurted up my ass. He squirted so much cum out my ass that when he snatched his dick out, there was rivulets of cum falling out my ass. 

I reached into my crack, ran my fingers of my cum filled hole and licked them. His cum from my asshole tasted so good, and it made me cum all over myself again. Mr. Stone went to his knees and licked his remaining cum from my asscrack. He was the best fuck I ever had and my mind was racing with the ideas of the things we would do together in the future.