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Dorm Encounter 17 of 23: Teacher's Pet
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Dorm Encounters XVII: Teacher's Pet
Please remember this is FICTION and bears no resemblance to true
circumstances !!!!
Undergraduate professors are seldom interesting looking.
This was not the case in a recent class I took that was taught by
a fellow named John Eric Maley (fake name, people!), a doctoral
student.
The class was an introduction to advertising class and it
was one of those daily lecture classes we are always tempted to
skip except on test days.
On the first day of class, I went in with this same
attitude, preparing myself to get the syllabus and bug out.
Imagine my surprise when Maley (that's what he wanted us to call
him) walked in and took the podium.
I looked around and noticed that I was not the only one in
the crowded room squirming. Some of the women were whispering
and I was experiencing more than a routine horny stirring in my
crotch.
Imagine, if you will, a tall, quite thin, fair haired man
that looked to be about 25. He had straight blond hair that was
perfectly in place, his face was soft and fair, and I could see
no evidence that he had ever shaved. Total baby face.
He had a rather infectuous smile and little baby blue eyes,
creating such a picture of innocence and youth I could hardly sit
still. Top that with the fact that he was dressed perfectly in
the yuppie teacher outfit and you had an image that definitely
got you interested.
When he began to speak, I knew I was hopelessly in lust.
Despite his almost frail frame, he had a rich, deep but gentle
baritone that would have melted butter. I caught myself boldly
staring at him as he paced the stage, and I totally forgot to
take notes.
Time passed. He gave the first test and I did rather poorly
and called to make an appointment to see him. We agreed on a
time and I went to his office at the appointed hour.
I knocked at the door and his soothing voice rang out,
"Enter, please!" I walked in to his office and was pleased to
find not the usual mess of papers and books, but a very cozy
atmosphere. Books lined the walls, of course, but there were
plants everywhere and a long sofa lining the wall under the
bookshelves. He sat at his desk with his glasses perched on the
end of his little button nose and smiled.
"Hello, Andrew. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm having trouble with some of the concepts on the
first test and want your advice on how to study so I can do
better on the last three."
He motioned me to the sofa and turned in my direction,
smiling that cute little smile he smiled all class period long,
driving me and the women crazy. "Why don't you try these study
tips," he said, handing me a thick handout, "and let me know if
they help. They are more or less proven, in my mind."
I looked through the pages and said, "This ought to help a
lot. Thanks!" I smiled and looked at him expectantly, waiting
to see if he had anything else. He smiled back and my heart
fluttered. I started to get up and he said, "Wait a second.
Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?"
"Not at all," I said, warming to him hoping this would lead
where I wanted it to.
"I hope you won't be offended here, but are you, by chance,
the Andrew Whitaker that is the author of Dorm Encounters?"
"You've heard of it?" I asked, taken totally by surprise.
"Yes, I read it as fast as you post it. Actually, I'm even
on your mailing list but I am using an account on a freenet up
north to cover my identity a little bit. We've even corresponded
a little about your stories."
"Wow, I mean, I get to meet a fan in real life! This is
cool! Are you gay?"
"Sure, I thought the class had decided that by now. My
classes usually decide that in the first couple of weeks."
"Do you have any idea how much I have lusted after you each
day in class? You know, the funny thing about it is that I only
come to class regularly to watch you talk and move. I've
actually had this class before and just needed to pull my grade
up to graduate."
"Well, I'm flattered," he said looking intently at me. He
got up and closed the door, pushing the lock button in. "Are you
as hot as your stories say, Andrew, or is all that just fantasy?"
he asked.
"It's true, I guess. Would you like to find out?"
He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt. I stood up and began
throwing my clothes all over the office as he frantically tried
to get naked before me. We met, naked and hard, in the middle of
the room. Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed deeply
for quite some time. I felt his smooth back and tight buttocks
with my hands and got incredibly excited about what was to soon
happen.
I backed up still clinging to him and sat/laid down on the
sofa. I pulled him on top of me and continued to explore his
mouth with my tongue. I reached up and removed his glasses,
laying them carefully on the windowsill behind us, and ran my
hands through his soft silky hair as I continued to taste his
mouth.
We broke the kiss and he slid down my body a little,
dropping little kisses and pecks as he went. His tongue found my
nipples and swirled around them hungrily, biting slightly as he
went. His tongue traced the muscle groove down the middle of my
tongue, stopping to service my belly button for a long delicious
moment and then he dove into my bush.
His tongue swirled around the base of my cock and I was now
going crazy with lust. I grabbed his ears and led him to my
cockhead, pushing his open mouth down until he had swallowed my
whole shaft. He bobbed up and down slowly, wrapping his tongue
around my pole and swiping my cockhead lovingly as he went.
He was making me crazy and I knew I would shoot in a second
if he didn't stop so I pulled him up. His tongue snaked down my
rod to my balls and he lathed my ballsac with spit. He drew each
ball into his warm mouth, first one at a time and then both
together and applied firm pressure with his mouth muscles. I was
writhing on the sofa.
He then began tonguing my asscrack and found my little
puckered hole quickly. He darted his tongue in and out of my ass
until I was moaning so loudly we were worried that someone would
hear us. I was bouncing on the bed uncontrollably and knew I was
close to blowing my seed.
He scooted back up my chest and drove his long thin cock
down my throat. Knowing where it was to soon go, I lathered it
up with spit, exploring every crevice of his baby-smooth cock. I
loved the feeling of it deep in my throat and really wanted to
taste his load, but knew that I would feel it soon enough
somewhere else.
He grabbed my ankles as he slid back onto his knees at the
foot of the sofa and put them over his soft shoulders. Aiming
that long thin diving rod at my hole, he eased in slowly and
luxuriously as I moaned. He drove in to the root and rested
there for a moment, both of us feeling the intense pleasure that
we had found. Realizing that I was ready to be fucked like a
whore, he began slowly driving in and out of my ass, building
speed and intensity as he went.
Soon he was driving in and out of my ass with abandon and
jacking my cock in rhythm with his plunging. I was totally
engrossed in the feelings my body was experiencing and closed my
eyes to get the full effect. Every nerve in and on me was alive
and singing as this beautiful man plunged deeply in and out of
me. Sweat poured from both our bodies and we grunted and moaned
quietly as the fucking continued.
After a couple of particularly strong strokes from his
delicious cock, he froze and began pumping his semen into me,
just at the same time his hand brought my hardon to tumultuous
orgasm.
We shot together, me all over his chest and hands and him
deep within my bowels. It was truly and explosive mutual orgasm
and it seemed to last forever.
As we finally began to calm down, we caught our breaths as
he lay down atop me, his long cock still hard and still embedded
deep within me. Our mouths met in a fierce kiss as our tongues
wrestled with each other. Our hearts continued to race as we
kissed, and I got the feeling that his cock wanted one more run
before he took it out.
I was right. He raised up and told me to bend over the arm
of the couch, which I did, pulling my asscheeks apart for his
wonderful poker. He sank quickly into my ass and began riding
me with newfound energy.
I felt like a horse as this cowpoke rode me (or should I
say, poked me). He plunged in and out, grabbing my hair as he
rode me masterfully, and literally beat his cum into my ass.
He exploded quickly, shooting another enormous load up my
chute. He continued to fuck me as his spunk shot out of his
cock, making his ins and outs smooth gliding moves. My ass felt
totally awesome as his semen bathed my anal chute and we cried
out together as each spurt hit deep within me.
Finally spent, he pulled his cock out and moved his
sensitive cockhead around on my ass. He reached under and
grabbed my throbbing cock, flipping me over in the process. He
swooped down on my cock and took it to the hilt, drawing my semen
from my balls quickly. I bathed his tonsils with several
fortiferous spurts of hot creamy spunk, shots that he drank as
if starving for it.
Once my cock had begun to shrink, we fell apart and laid at
either end of the sofa, our feet rubbing each other. We panted
and heaved for some time, wiping the cum from our bodies and
tasting it lovingly.
I stood, after a time, touching his cheek lightly, and
dressed. He followed suit and I stood at the door. I turned
back and said, "Thanks for the help, Sir. I feel better
already!"
"I hope so," he said. "But if you need anthing else," he
smiled, "do not hesitate to come back!"
Time told the tale that I squeaked out a C in the class in
spite of spending many long afternoons getting extra help!
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