Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2016 14:08:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tom Danzer <listlio07@yahoo.com>
Subject: Helping out a Student Helper

"Hey, Mr. Aarons— here are their spelling tests."

I looked up from the work on my desk, and took the papers from Marcus, my
student helper. "Thanks, Marcus. They're working on writing their personal
essays, so maybe just check if they need any help."

He nodded with a smile, and walked back between the rows of desks to see if
any of the students needed assistance. Marcus had been helping in my
classroom for a few weeks now, and he had really made it easier for me to
get things done. I'm a middle school English teacher in a private combined
middle and high school, and Marcus had recently joined my class as part of
the high school's student-teacher program.

He was a junior in high school, a friendly and helpful (and somewhat nerdy)
kid who had just turned 17 recently. I hadn't known him prior to his
joining my classroom as a helper, but I could tell the last stages of
puberty had hit him recently. He was tall and lanky, probably about 6'2'',
but he moved with an awkwardness that suggested he hadn't gotten used to
his adult-size body yet. I was only 5'10, and had never gotten that tall,
and was now 37 so somewhat removed by age, but could still remember the
awkwardness of a sudden growth spurt. Marcus's hands and feet were huge,
and he sometimes fumbled with them a little. I wasn't too worried about him
though. He was a handsome kid; his father was middle-eastern and his mother
was black, and he was a beautiful combination of the two of them. A strong
nose, a huge smile, and big eyes with long eye-lashes. I could tell he
would be an incredibly handsome man one day, when he grew into his
features. He might be a bit awkward and shy now, but he'd have no problem
with women in college.

I looked up from my grading as he paused to help a student, and I wondered
for a second if he had a girlfriend. His grown body was starting to look
strange in his private school uniform, a crisp white oxford shirt tucked
into a pair of navy blue shorts that only went about six inches down his
long thighs. He seemed so shy, it was hard to picture him having much luck
with the girls I knew from the high school. I was thinking about this when
Marcus squatted down next to a student's desk to look over the student's
writing, and Marcus's dick fell out of his shorts.

Not his whole dick, or course, but the head, and about two inches of what
appeared to be a very thick shaft, were poking out of the leg of his shorts
as he squatted down. It looked so thick that at first I thought he had an
erection... but now, that looked like his soft dick, dangling loose. Marcus
seemed oblivious as he corrected the grammar in the student's writing.

"Uh, Marcus," I called him up, trying to be nonchalant. "Why don't you come
correct their spelling tests for me, while I check on their essays."

As he walked to my desk, my eyes dropped slightly to his shorts, wondering
what to do about this awkward situation.

****

Luckily it was last period of the day, so after class I asked Marcus to
stay behind. I assured him he wasn't in trouble, and thanked him again for
his work. He sat in one of the student's desks at the front of the class,
while I sat back against my desk, wondering how to bring this up.

Finally, I decided just to be straight-forward.

"Marcus... I believe I might have caught a glimpse of
your... genitals... as you were helping a student earlier today. Beyond
your uniform, it doesn't matter to me what you wear, but you do need to
make nothing is visible when you're wearing shorts. Maybe different
underwear..."

He blushed, and shifted awkwardly in his seat. "It's just that, my mom buys
me briefs. And they used to fit, but I've gotten bigger... down there, but
I don't know how to tell her that they're too tight for me now..."

I gulped. From the glimpse I got, the thickness and the length it hung
down, it did appear to have gotten quite big. "Well, you have to wear
something. Maybe you should try boxer briefs."

"Is that what you wear?"

This seemed inappropriate to answer, but it was sweet that he was looking
up to me as a male role model he could talk to. "I do."

"Maybe I could try yours? To see if that works better?"

I paused, unsure of what he was asking. "You want to try my underwear on?"

"Yeah. Then maybe I could buy some on my own..."

This was, of course, out of the question. Right? Would we even be the same
size? He was much taller than me, but appeared to have the rather small
waist of a teenager. My body was fully developed, but I stayed very active,
and was still quite trim. All of this was inappropriate... but that thought
of his dick in my boxer-briefs had set my heart beating faster. "Ok," I
said finally. "Just a second."

I moved back behind my desk and sat down, so that he couldn't see my lower
half. I took off my shoes, undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and lifted my
butt to slide my pants down. After a second's pause to consider what I was
doing, I slid my boxer-briefs down and over my ankles. I was sitting in a
room with a teenage student, naked from the waist down. My hairy legs and
thick bush were uncovered in the room with him, a thought that caused my
dick to stir. I set my underwear on the desk and quickly pulled up my pants
to correct this situation. I stood up and handed him the grey boxer-briefs,
hoping my semi hard-on would go down. "Here you go."

All of my awkwardness to prevent this situation from being too
inappropriate was clearly for nothing, as he had none of the shame I
did. After kicking off his huge sneakers, he unbuttoned his shorts, and let
them fall to his ankles.

Jesus christ.

Snaking down from his groin was an incredibly thick dick, that, even though
it was soft, must have been over eight inches long. It had to be twice as
thick as my dick, at least. Luckily he didn't see me staring wide-eyed at
his dick; he unselfconsciously stepped into my briefs, and pulled them
up. I had a decent dick, about seven inches when hard, but my underwear
never bulged like this when I wore them. His dick bulged monstrously in the
front, looking like he was smuggling a large grapefruit. The fabric of my
briefs had never strained this much before.

"I think this does feel better!" he declared, placing his hands on his hips
and looking down. Looking at that bulge, and his long, dark, bare athletic
legs, I realized there was no way my erection was going down. "Can I keep
these so I know what to buy?"

"Er, I'd better take those back," I said. "I probably shouldn't have let
you try them on at all, to be honest, and it might raise some questions if
you were caught with my underwear."

He laughed, and reached down to take them off. They dropped to his ankles,
and he stepped his long wide feet out of them, and handed them to me,
casually standing in front of me, naked from the waist down. It took every
ounce of will I had not to stare at his monster cock.

"Thanks," I said, taking them back, and folding them as I put them in my
pocket. My heart beat faster as I pictured lifting them to my nose after he
left, to see if any of his scent remained behind on them, so I could use
them to inspire me as I stroked out the thick erection that was now in my
pants.

As he slowly put his shorts back on, I allowed myself one more look at his
thick cock. "I can see why briefs were a problem," I told him, shaking my
head a little.

He suddenly looked up at me, turning red. "My dick is too big, isn't it?"

"Too big! I don't think that's a problem. But you have definitely matured
into a man. And you're going to be very popular with the girls in college,"
I told him.

He shook his head a little, zipping up his shorts. "That hasn't happened
yet."

"Well, I could see high school girls being scared of that..."

"None of them have had the chance to be scared of it. I'm no good with
girls."

A thought suddenly arrived in my head. "Are you a virgin?"

He looked humiliated. "Yeah..."

"Don't feel bad about that!" I told him. "Trust me, when the girls' find
out what you've got going on, that won't stay a problem for long. You know,
if you have any questions about sex, you can always talk to me."

"Thanks Mr. Aarons." He seemed to be thinking it over. "I guess I'm just
ready to find out how it feels."

The thought that had been in the back of my head was ringing in my brain. I
could be the first person to feel the power of that incredible cock. "Well,
Marcus, if you wanted... you could try on me."

He looked at me, confused. "Isn't that gay?" He suddenly realized what he
had said, and corrected himself. "I mean, it's ok if you're gay, but I'm
not..."

"You jerk off with your hand though," I reminded him. "And that's attached
to a guy. I'm just offering you the chance to find out how sex feels. Plus,
once you've done it once, you'll find that you're a lot less shy around
girls. I could also give you some advice, so that when you do get to have
sex with a girl, you'll seem like you know what you're doing."

"Ok," he said after a brief hesitation. I knew that if horny enough, a
teenage boy would be happy to find release anywhere. "So, how does this
work?"

I couldn't believe I had taken it this far, but now there was no going
back. "I'm going to get undressed, and I'll guide you from there." I took
off my tie, shirt and pants, placing them folded on a student's desk. Naked
I cleared the clutter from my desk. "I'm going to bend over the desk, and
you can come stand behind me."

If he was feeling unsure al all, his dick wasn't getting that message. When
he removed his clothes, it was standing at full attention, and a bead of
precum was gathering on the thick head. He moved to stand behind me, and I
felt the warmth emanating from his massive teenage cock. He didn't need
much encouragement, as I suddenly felt that swollen head poking at my hole,
trying to slide in. It felt like a battering ram. Man... this was going to
take some work.

"Maybe you should make it wet..." I suggested.

"Make it wet? Ok."

"Yeah, you can spit on your hand and get your dick... whoa!" Clearly he
misunderstood what I meant, as I suddenly felt a strong tongue being pushed
into my asshole. "Wait, that's... oh god..." fuck, that felt incredible. He
had no technique and no real sense of what he was doing, but it didn't
matter. He lapped at the outside of my hole with his whole tongue, and
pushed it in as far as he could, and it all felt amazing. He had a really
strong tongue. It plunged into my tight hole, has face pressing hard into
my round white butt. I grabbed the edges of my desk to brace myself as
pushed my legs further apart to forcefully eat me out even deeper.

"You taste kind of good," he said taking a brief break, slightly out of
breath, before plunging the entire length of his tongue back into my
hole. He was moving his head all around, grinding into my but with his
smooth face. I couldn't believe that I was a grown man, naked, stretched
across my desk, getting my whole eaten by an eager seventeen year old
student.

"Let's try it now," he said, standing up and wiping away the spit he had
smeared all over his face. He repositioned the head of his cock at my hole,
and gently began pressing in. He had definitely helped relax it when he ate
me out. His swollen head slid into my shaft, giving my ass an immediate
feeling of fullness. Slowly, his thick shaft began easing in. My dick was
dripping precum all over his desk, and I was biting my lower lip to keep
from moaning. His dick felt incredible. And huge. It felt like it was going
to split me open. I reached back and grabbed his hip to get him to wait so
I could adjust.

"Oh man, you're so warm!" he moaned. "But, uh, Mr. Aarons? I'm not all the
way in."

"No? How much of you is in?"

"About a third."

Jesus. "Ok," I instructed him slowly. "Grab onto my waist." I felt two big,
surprisingly strong hands around my waist. "Now gently press your hips in
while you pull me back onto your dick."

As I reached back to grab my butt to spread it wider, he followed my
instructions, moving surprisingly gently. He dick pressed in, my hole
loosened to accept him, and suddenly I felt his thick pubic hair pressed
against my ass, and the warmth from his balls pressed against mine.He had
hit the bottom, and he was all the way in. Oh man, his dick felt huge. My
hole was straining, but it felt incredible. I took a minute to breathe
gently as he slowly rocked back and forth, clearly enjoying the wet
friction inside my ass.

"You... feel... so good," he moaned, his voice cracking slightly.

"Marcus?"

"Yeah?"

"You can fuck me now."

He needed no invitation beyond that, and he began to slide his dick in and
out of my hole. Each thrust in felt incredible— that massive teenage
dick was hitting spots inside me no grown man every had. I could feel it
dripping precum inside me, and with each stroke the precum lubricated me
more, sending shivers throughout my body. The thickness of his shaft
pressed hard against my precum, and my dick was dripping more precum than I
had ever dripped before. I spread my legs wider, bringing my thighs to
either side of the desk, so his dick could penetrate even deeper. Yes,
fuck... that was the spot!

"Marcus... you're going to make me cum!" I wasn't even jerking myself off,
but that massive cock was hitting somewhere right deep inside me, and I
felt like I was going to explode.

"Me... too!" he groaned, getting faster. He gripped the cheeks of my butt
and spread them even further apart, burying his dick as deep into me as he
could. Bam— "Unggh!!!!" he gave a deep unexpected groan, and I felt his
load coating my insides with an unbelievable force. Fuck, how much cum did
this kid have? It felt like he had opened a hose— I could feel his cock
pulsing with every shot, and eventually I felt his cum dripping out of my
hole. I pressed my butt back into him, using the lubrication of his cum to
get his tool in just a little deeper and— "Oh fuck!"— I unleashed my
unload, shooting all over my desk and onto the floor beyond it. My body
shook from the force of the orgasm, still feeling his huge tool filling me
up.

We collapsed onto my desk, my furry chest resting on the streams of cum I
had just unleashed. His thick cock was still buried all the way inside me.

"Mr. Aarons?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we could do that again soon? I think I could use the
practice."

"Marcus, you can practice on me any time you want."