Sex Schooling

I am 19, and I have always harbored a desire for my 30 year old Geography teacher. I spend my lessons drooling over him. He is tall, attractive, with thick, short ginger hair, a fetish of mine. He has a smile that makes my trouser seams strain. He has thick set shoulders, and he always wears thin trousers, which cling to his package, showing me how well endowed he is. Sometimes he sits in front of me, with his legs open, and I can see a bulge running all the way down his inner leg.

Last year, I was handing in my end of term paper, putting it on his desk, when he walked in behind me. I didn't notice him at first, and he stood by the door, watching me. As I straightened up from leaning over his desk, I heard his low, sexy voice.
'Hello Chris.' A warm throb tickled my balls as he said my name. I turned to look at him.
His deep green eyes were watching me closely, and he was wearing a thin black shirt. His nipples were sticking out underneath the material, and I instantly felt my cock shift in my boxers. 'Hello Sir, There's my paper.' I pointed to it. He crossed the room, and leaned over it, reading it slowly. My eyes were fixed on the bulge that was running down his inside leg.
'It's very good Chris. Now, can I talk to you about something?' Absentmindedly, he moved his hand down to his crotch, and moved his cock to the side.
'Yes Sir.'I felt my dick dance in my boxers.
'I've noticed how you look at me during class.'

My eyes snapped up to his face. He hadn't shaved, and he had a layer of ginger stubble covering his chin. I could still feel my cock stiffening, and I tried to hide it with my books.
'I know you've been looking at my penis, Chris. I can see the erection you're trying to hide.'
'I have to go, Sir.' I turned and started to move towards to door. Still my cock was swelling.
'I don't mind, Chris.' I stopped. Turning to face him, I realized that as he had been talking, he had undone his flies. His trousers had slid to his ankles, and my eyes moved up, from his muscled legs, to the tight, white boxers he was wearing. They ran down to his knee, but I could still see the head of his huge cock hanging from the bottom of them. The buttons were straining to keep his huge muscle inside, and I looked up. his eyes were burning into mine. 'I don't mind, Chris.' he repeated. 'In fact, I've been feeling the same way about you.' His hand reached down to play with his bulge. ''Do you want to come and play with me, Chris?'
I crossed over to the other side of the room, where his huge cock was waiting. I put my fingers around the outline of his slab, and I could feel it stiffening in my hands.

He lifted my chin up, and kissed me. I could feel his stubble rubbing against my lips. Then he moved downwards, kissing me all over my neck. I reached inside his shirt, and to my delight I could feel soft hair covering his erect nipples and rock hard pecs. I unbuttoned him slowly, as he slipped his hand into my boxers. His cock was rock hard in my squeezing hands, and I could fit both hands on it, with room to spare. I could see his rippling six pack, and I ran my tongue down it. I could hear him groaning with pleasure as my tongue reached the top of his boxers. I unbuttoned them, and his heavy, throbbing cock flopped out. I could feel it moving in my fingers, and his hands pushed me forward. I licked his ginger pubes, and I sucked his hairy balls. He was moaning so loudly.
'Oh.... Oh yes... fuck me Chris. Fuck me hard. I've wanted to fuck your tight arse for so long.'

I concentrated on his ball sack, teasing it with my tongue. He had soft hairs all over his toned legs, and I could feel them brushing against the end of my cock. He lifted me up and pushed me against his desk. Then he pulled his boxers off and ripped my shirt from my body. He rubbed his fingers all over my pubes, and licked my balls until I thought I would explode.

Then he lifted my legs above my head, and shoved his thick, sweating cock into my arsehole. I felt his warm, sweating balls slap against my smooth arse cheeks. He thrusted for ages before I felt his hot, thick cum flow into my arse. He groaned and he slipped out, and I went down on him again, sucking every drop of cum from his softening cock.

It has thick, heavy cum and I sucked his floppy cock hard. Then I heard him speak. 'Chris, I need you to fuck me.' I groaned with pleasure, and twisted him round. I pulled his soft arse cheeks apart, and slid my rock hard cock into the tight, puckered hole that was ringed with ginger hair. I could hear him moaning as I slid in and out, fucking his arse until I shot my load. I pulled out and kept on squirting, in his hair, and all over his muscled chest. That was when the head teacher walked in. 'What the fuck is going on here?' He shouted. He looked angry, but couldn't disguise the thick bulge that was swelling visibly in his pants. He undid his tie, pulled his shirt off and yanked his thick, long cock from his flies. 'I've wanted to do this since you joined this school Chris. I've often jerked off with Mr Harris here, thinking about reaming your tight arse. Now, enjoy.' He rammed his hard, hairy cock up my arse hole, and pumped away. My geography teacher was sucking on my hard cock. I came again, shooting hot cum all over the class room. The head shot his load, and for the second time, I felt my stomach filling with hot man juice. He pulled his cock from my arsehole, did up his flies, and walked out. 'You can finish up here Mr Harris.' I fucked and sucked Mr Harris until the bell went. After every geography lesson after that, I'd walk up to him, asking about something I 'hadn't understood', and slip my hand down his tight boxers. The head often called me to his office, and I'd return to class red faced, and full of Jizz. I had a very exciting education.