PASSING THE TEST
BY JIMBO

     Fall with all its color and hints of things past had descended in all its
glory on the new midwestern city where the professor had signed his first
contract.  With college, the military and graduate school behind him, he
decided to become the newest faculty member at a community college with two
campuses. This meant that that he not only had the smallest office in the most
obscure location, but had to spend half of his time driving between the  east
and the west campuses.
     He had envisioned himself as the inspired young director leading starry
eyed prospective actors straight to Broadway...well, not exactly straight!
Instead he was given the Intro to Theatre classes which fullfilled part of the
"arts" requirement for any student and the Theatre History class required for
majors and despised by them.
     His graduate school advisors, his priest, in fact all of his older
friends, had cautioned him that if he wanted to succeed in teaching, he had
better be straight!  So he firmly resolved that he would no longer be gay and
would forget that he ever  had been.  He concentrated on his work and was
extremely lonely in a strange city. He had a small apartment halfway between
the twin campuses, but he had no friends.
     He practised his "butch" walk and worked on lowering his voice.  Among
fellow faculty members he talked about "broads" and "getting some." but didn't
feel any better.  He really preferred older men, but couldn't help but notice
the very attractive males in some of his classes.
     It was a very warm fall, and as he sat at his desk in class, he couldn't
help but notice the strong hairy legs protruding from shorts clad males in his
class.  He didn't realize how large his eyes got when a boy's hands moved up
his legs to fondle his crotch in the middle of a lecture.  Leaning over a desk
to give assistance, he found himself aroused by the musky male smell and the
sight of a bare chest through an open shirt.  Once when a particularly
attractive male named Chuck Marke fondled himself into an erection during
class, the professor's voice squeaked, his hands trembled, and he forgot who
Nel Gwynn was let alone what she had done in the seventeenth century.
     Chuck hated this class.  He saw himself as a popular film star and
academic courses as a hindrance and ridiculous delay in his career.  This
theatre history prof was obviously as queer as they come.  He ought to know.
He'd been peddling his dick to fairies since he was a kid.  He couldn't help
it if he was over-sexed.  He wasn't queer  himself.  He just needed more than
most guys and couldn't help it that his handsome face, gym-perfect body, and
huge, hard, hot cock were irresistible to fairy types.
      On the day of the first major test, the professor saw that Chuck was in
trouble. As he sat at his desk watching the class sweat it out,  he saw that
Chuck was leaving a lot of blanks and was putting more effort into fondling
his meat and sliding his hand under his tee shirt to play with his nipples
than he was into taking the test.  The professor was glad he was sitting
behind his desk when he felt his own pants begin to tent.  

      Later that day as he sat in his office grading the Theatre History
test papers, a knock at the door signaled the arrival of Chuck Marke.
	"What are you doing here so late in the day?  Most of the kids have
gone home!"
      "I was worried about my test.  Have you graded it yet?"
      "No, I haven't started your class yet."
      "Would you do me a favor?  Please...would you grade it while I watch?
I'm really worried about failing this course."  Chuck closed the door behind
him and stood across from the professor's desk.  He knew the effect the tight
tee shirt and loose, cut-off sweat pants would have on this little fairy.  He
put his hand under the tee shirt and ran his hand over his hairy chest and
then down inside the waistband to his waiting dick for a few quick squeezes as
he spoke.
      "Well, yes, I suppose I could do that.  I'm so pleased to know that you
are concerned and interested in passing the test.  Let me see if I can find
your paper here."  As he rustled through the papers, he became somewhat
flustered as Chuck moved around to his side of the desk and sat on the corner
of the desk facing him.
     Chuck was thinking, "You're damn right I want to pass...this test...and a
few more.  I've got your number little fairy professor.  Man I remember the
first time...I'm twelve years old and go to the movie alone.  This older man
sits down beside me and he's wearing short pants too...I feel his hairy leg
pressing up against mine and it feels kinda nice...so then he puts his hand
over on my knee and starts to squeeze. I don't know what to do but it feels
okay.  So then he starts to feel my leg...then he puts his hand on my dick
which is already hard...I been shooting wads for a couple of months now...so
then he puts his hand in my pants and begins to play with me.  Man it feels
great!  So I slide my pants down and when it gets to a dark spooky part of the
picture the guy gets down and sucks me and I shoot off my wad right in his
mouth.  The old geezer than gets scared and shoves five bucks in my hand and
runs.  Man, it feels great and I get five bucks besides...I start hanging
around that picture show in the late afternoon regular like.  I usually look
for guys wearing suits and I go and sit beside them.  I get used to dropping a
couple of wads a day in that movie house."  Thinking about his start in the
business gets him aroused and his flannel shorts begin to tent nicely.
     The professor is flushed, quivering, and distracted by the strong, hairy
leg on his desk.  He tries to grade the paper, but finds it difficult to take
his eyes off the hard cock bulging from the shorts under the carressing hand
of its owner.
     "Maybe you could just fill in the right answers on those blanks,
professor."
     "Sure, I guess I could do that.  Funny, my pen has the same color of ink
that yours had."
     Chuck liked the feel of his hard dick.  He guessed that his meat was
hard more often than anyone else's he knew.  He had graduated from the
quickies in the movie houses to working the parks and then to working the
bars.  He liked the feel of a man's tongue all over his body.  He never got
tired of shooting off in a man's mouth.  He was getting real good at
fucking old guys in the ass when he couldn't stand looking at their faces.
Mostly he liked all the money he was getting that made college possible.
Sure he liked girls too, but he had no time for them now.
     As Chuck fondled his meat, the large cock grew to full length and the
lush, hot mushroom shaped head soon stuck out beneath the shorts right in
the professor's face. With his other hand he lifted his shirt and displayed
the the hairy pecs and abs that he spent so much time in the gym working
on.
     The professor thought he might faint.  He had tried so hard to be good.
He wanted to be straight.  But what was looking him in the face was what he
wanted more lthan anything in the world.  As if it belonged to someone else,
he watched his own hand as it touched Chuck's knee and then began to move
toward that red hot penis.  When his fingertips slid around the marvelous
head, Chuck stood up and slid his shorts down letting them fall to the floor.
As he thrust his prick toward the professor's trembling eager lips he said,
     "Guess, I'm getting an "A" on this test after all.  Huh, professor?"
     He grabbed the back of the little professor's head and fucked his face as
he had fucked so many others.  He felt the professor's hands moving over his
ass, his legs, and then up his back and around to his chest and nipples.  He
liked when they played with his nipples!  He did his best pelvis rotations and
felt the cum rising.  He hoped this fairy could take all of the huge load he
had built up through the whole day of playing with himself.  Then the orgasm!
He cried out ecstatically!  They always went wild when he did that!
     "Thanks for the coaching, professor!  I'll be back for more help on my
next test."
      On Monday, Chuck acted as if he had never seen the professor, but
bragged to his classmates about how he had "aced the test."  Monday the
professor was testing the Intro class and was somewhat startled to see Jim
Balla, a studly football player come into his class wearing a cut off white
tee shirt and white short shorts.  Jim usually dressed more conservatively.
He didn't need to show off; he was one of the best looking guys in the
school.  His hair was almost platinum blond.  His perfectly formed body was
almost devoid of hair but thoroughly tanned.  His cold blue eyes looked
right through the professor and saw...a fairy.
      His buddy Chuck had told him that there was an easy way to pass this
course and he had better uses for his time than this artsy crap.  He took a
front seat for the test, spread his powerful legs wide and used his left hand
to work his legs, balls and dick under the desk for the professor's
entertainment.  "This much he gets for free," he thought.  "Like the others,
he'll pay for more."  Jim didn't go much for this queer shit, but his buddy
had shown him how they could pick up lots of fast money on the weekends and
when smarts aren't your best quality, poking your meat into a professor was a
good way to pass courses  you don't care about anyway.  Hell, that's how he
got through high school!
     His mind drifted back to his first time.  He was in danger of flunking
out of high school when he noticed this little queer giving him the eye and
following him around.  The queer was the smartest kid in his classes.  So one
day when the queer follows him into the john, he decides he'll give him a real
show.  He stands next to the queer  at the urinal and instead of pulling out
his meat, he slides his pants and briefs down and gives him a real look while
he plays with it.  The queer's mouth and eyes are wide.  He starts to shake
all over.  Jim says, "You want to eat it, kid?  It's all yours when I say,
where I say, and you do my homework and pass my tests for me."
     With that he pulled himself together and walked out of the john.  The
nerd followed quickly and said that he would do it.  So Jim thought, "Hell,
a hole's a hole!  What difference could it make whether he sticks it in
this kid's mouth or some girl's?"  So he had a good arrangement going.  Not
only that, but the nerd's got money so he cops five bucks a load as well.
     So he didn't work too hard on the Intro to Theatre test.  He worked
harder on the bulge in his pants.  He didn't have a really big dick, so he
hoped that his hot bod would on the creep.  He saw that he had the professor's
complete attention and began to thrust from his pelvis as he sat in his seat.
By the time the class hour was over, the professor was almost ready to come in
his pants.
     That evening as he sat in his office grading the papers, he wasn't really
startled when glamorous Jim Balla came into the office in his abbreviated
costume.  The preliminaries that Chuck had gone through were skipped.  Chuck
quickly closed and locked the door.  Then standing in front of the door, he
began to open his pants and then let them drop to the floor.  He wasn't
wearing underwear.  He stood there in his cut-off tee shirt and nothing else
stroking his meat as the professor drank in every square inch of his body.
     "I take it you've been talking to Chuck," the professor said.  "You might
have used a little finesse, but bring it here if you are going to earn your
grade."
     Jim hobbled over to the desk, his shorts around his ankles  His meat was
hard.  The professor ran his hands over the silky, smooth body eagerly
fondling the beautifully scupted muscles.  When his hands reached the taut
buns, he fondled then and drew the boy closer.  He licked his balls and then
licked the shaft up to the swollen head.  Jim was already thrusting.  This
felt much better than his previous experiences and certainly much better than
what that wimp in high school had done.  He felt the professor swallow his
length and he started to fuck.  That was one thing he really did well.  He
might not be smart, but he had great muscualr co-ordination.  He pumped faster
and faster and then felt himself climaxing in the professor's throat.  The
professor withdrew his mouth after the climax, white cum dripping from the
corners of his mouth.  "More...do me some more.." Jim moaned.
He was too dumb to be a good prostitute.  He reveled too much in his own body,
so the second blow-job that night was on the house.
     The professor was really upset.  What if someone else found out?  What
about his career?  He avoided looking at the two guys in his classes and was
glad they weren't in the same class.  Each one showed up on test day for some
post-test coaching and the professor spaced the tests out so that he never
felt too frustrated by the otherwise celibate life he led.  Then one
afternoon, they both showed up in his office. "Hey, professor!  About these
research papers you expect your students to do.  Surely you can't expect us to
waste our time doing that crap, can you?
     The professor agreed that library research would probably not do much for
their careers.  So he suggested that they come together to his apartment that
Saturday night prepared to do a little research.
     Saturday night came and the agreed upon hour passed.  The professor had
regretted giving out his address anyway.  He had settled down to a late
evening of watching TV when a knock fell on his door.  It was the two of them
grinning sheepishly.  "We never did this stuff together." Chuck said as they
came in and sat self-consciously on the sofa.  They were wearing tee-shirts
and jeans...nothing special.
     "Well, why don't we start by having you  show me what you can do...sort
of an audition you might say...why don't you start, Chuck, you're the actor!"
     Chuck walked over and turned off the TV and turned on the radio.  The
music was nothing special, but he began to move very well in time to it.  He
danced around the room undulating his great body giving the professor his best
"come hither" look.  Then he took off his shirt and dropped it to the floor.
That beautiful hairy chest would have been all it would have taken to turn the
professor on, but Chuck continued to strip.  When he was naked, he danced
around toward Jim and put his arms around him.  Slowly he began to peel Jim's
clothes off also.  Competely naked, both boys were hard and hot and dancing
around the room sometimes touching sometimes just looking at each other and
then at the professor.
     The professor dropped the robe and pajama bottoms he was wearing and
crawled on his knees toward them.  He reached Chuck first and licked him and
sucked him and took his first load quickly.  When Chuck had climaxed, Jim was
hot and the professor turned to him.  He licked that smooth body and grabbed
the firm butt cheeks in his hand and then stuck his fingers in the butt hole
as Jim fucked his mouth and moaned in pleasure.
     He thought that this would end the evening, but Chuck had other ideas.
He began to work on Jim and soon they were both aroused again.  Chuck turned
Jim toward the professor and said, "Eat him, queer.  Eat him."  The professor,
who had been sitting on the arm of the sofa bent from the waist toward the
pulsing blond meat eager to lick the piss slit and balls and to swallow the
red hot prick.  As he began his service, he suddenly felt hands on his own
butt and fingers probing his ass. He realized that he was going to be fucked
in the ass while he was sucking Jim.  It was a new experience.  It was almost
beyond his comprehension.  He felt that huge rod enter his anus and was so hot
that he felt himself thrusting from the pelvis as he was fucked in the face
and ass at the same time.
     It was the wildest night of his llife.  He felt simultaneously aroused
and humiliated, used and using, degraded and lifted up.  He thought that maybe
the academic life might not be so bad after all and swore that he would never
do this again knowing full well that he was foolish ever to think that he
could renounce cock-sucking in favor of a career.  Some compromise would have
to be found.