Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2011 13:14:11 +0100
From: B DG <gssemail0123@gmail.com>
Subject: Class

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Class, part 1

"So the true point of intersection could be anywhere between these two
points - the formula simply interpolates the result."

I'd been a university professor for three years now, teaching business and
finance. I knew it wasn't a glamorous job, but I was good at it in college
and I enjoyed teaching, so it just felt right.

Life was pretty good, all in all. I was thirty one, happily married and had
a good job. It was nearly time for my student's finals - meaning that there
was a nice long holiday coming up soon as well. Not bad.

Today I was giving one of the last lectures to my students before their
real exams. It was on internal rates of return - a really dull subject, but
I loved the way that before the finals, all the students paid rapt
attention to my classes. The dullest topic becomes amazingly interesting
when it could help you pass an exam in a couple of weeks.

I'd been rattling on for an hour or so when the bell rang. I looked up
around the small auditorium with its tiered seating at my class of thirty
or so.

"Finish having a look at the examples in chapter 25," I called out, "next
class we'll be looking at costs of capital in chapters 27 and 28."

There was a moment of silence before thirty students began packing their
books at the same time and quickly bolting out of the room through the exit
to my left as I started tidying up my papers.

After a minute I looked up and saw one student was left. He stood over me,
looking a little nervous.

It was Harry, one of the better students in the class. He was about twenty,
though he looked a little younger. He had really dark, almost black unruly
hair. He wore baggy clothes, but he looked pretty skinny underneath
them. He was bright too - he had some of the highest scores in the class on
his tests.

I smiled up at him.

"Anything I can do for you?" I asked.

Harry nodded, his brown eyes looking straight into mine for a moment,
before he blinked and looked away.

"I wasn't quite sure I understood how you choose the second rate in the
calculation?" he said, pulling his notepad out and putting it down on the
desk in front of him.

I was a little surprised - Harry rarely, if ever, asked questions - and
when he did they were usually much harder than this one.

I moved around the desk and stood next to him. Harry was about my height,
but slight where I was broad. I leant over the desk and talked him through
the notes he had written. Harry nodded along with what I was saying and
asked a few more minor questions.

As I finished off, I suddenly felt pressure on my butt. My words dried up
for a moment as I realised that Harry's hand was actually on my arse. I
felt his fingers flex slightly as he squeezed my left cheek.

I was startled for a moment, wondering what to do.  Then I straightened up
abruptly.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked. I felt the hand slip away from
my rear.

Harry didn't say anything. He just quickly grabbed his book and fled the
classroom. I called after him, but he was long gone by the time I got to
the classroom door.

I absently rearranged a slight bulge in my trousers without a second
thought, gathered up my files and left the room.

About half and hour later I was stood in my office, looking at myself in
the mirror. I saw a broad shouldered thirty-year old guy in a nice suit
that showed off his toned physique. I wasn't heavily muscled or anything,
but I kept in shape. Short brown hair, blue eyes and a bit of stubble.  (
I'd had some interest from students before - but always girls. This was the
first time a male student had come onto me. I wondered what it was that had
made him think I would respond to him.  ( I shook my head and sat back down
at my desk to grade some student practice papers.

I became engrossed in the papers and when I finally looked up at the clock
it was 5.30pm.

"Shit," I thought. The campus would be virtually empty by now. And I was
going to be late for dinner.

I left a quick voicemail for my wife, letting her know I would be late and
started putting the papers on my desk away, when there was a knock at the
door to my office.

"Come in" I called, wondering who would be around at this time of the
evening.

The door opened and Harry walked in. He was the last person I expected to
see.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

I nodded and gestured for him to take a seat. He ignored my direction and
sat on the edge of my desk, right next to my chair. I leaned back slightly.

"Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?" I asked. I expected him
to look down at his feet or something - or show some sign of discomfort,
but Harry seemed confident and unembarrassed. He shook his head, looking me
straight in the eye.

"Not really," he said in a low voice, "I know what I did wrong."

I felt a little knot of tension release in my chest.

"I'm glad to hear it," I said, "You can't go around.. groping your tutors -
male or female."

Harry was shaking his head.

"That's not what I did wrong," he said, smiling and pushing his dark hair
back with one hand. I'd never noticed, but he was a handsome young guy.

I was confused.

"What do you think you did wrong?" I asked.

"I didn't just do this," he replied.

To my total surprise, he leaned forward and kissed me. Hard.

I felt our lips touch and I felt a jolt run through me. I opened my mouth
to say something, but before I could speak, his tongue slipped into my
mouth, silencing me. I struggled to do anything - it was as though my brain
had been wrapped in cotton wool.

I weakly tried to push him off me, but he pushed me back further into my
chair, sliding off the desk and actually kneeling over me in the chair, his
baggy clothes hanging off him.

This was ridiculous. He was younger and scrawnier than me - certainly no
match for me. I gathered my thoughts together and made to push him off me,
when I felt his hand start to caress my crotch. My thoughts scattered
again.

I felt his hand rubbing round my cock, through the suit material and I
absently wondered when I'd got hard. After a few moments of his touch, I
felt like my dick was going to burst through my trousers. I heard myself
moan slightly as he traced my shaft with one of his fingers.

He pulled his tongue out of my mouth and leant back slightly, locking me
into his gaze. His other hand carried on rubbing my cock.

"I knew it," he said, grinning at me, "I've been watching you for the whole
term and I knew this was what you wanted."

I tried to protest, tried to yell at him that I wasn't interested in
guys. That I was a happily married man with a wife at home who was waiting
for me. But I couldn't escape from this kid and that hand on my crotch. And
the excitement that ran through me when our lips touched.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Harry leant in again and started kissing
me. This time I felt myself kissing him back. I felt my hands running
themselves over his thighs. I'd never been interested in guys, but
something about what this student was doing to me was just pushing all my
buttons. I felt his smooth chin grating over my stubble.

Harry abandoned my crotch and pulled away from our kiss once more. In spite
of myself, I groaned with disappointment.

The kid looked at me again with those eyes and slowly undid my tie. I was
mesmerised. Then he slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. With each passing
moment, I could sense his confidence growing.

"Wow," he said, once he'd finished with my shirt and stripped it off me,
leaving me naked from the waist up. He rubbed his hands over my chest an
abs.

"You're gorgeous," he said. I actually felt myself blush. How did this
young man manage to make me feel like this? It wasn't right.

I tried to gather my thoughts again, but my young captor leaned in and
started kissing me again. I felt his fingers close over my nipples and I
was his again, as I felt him start playing with them, slowly rubbing them
until they stood to attention for him.

Harry slowly broke away from me, keeping his grip on my nipples as he stood
up. I had no choice but to follow him and stand up as well. My dick was
tenting in my pants uncomfortably.

My student pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his upper body. He was just
this side of skinny. There was no fat on him at all, so I could see every
muscle in his chest and torso slid under his smooth skin every time he
moved. He was no twenty-year old jock, but somehow I still found him
intoxicating.

He moved towards me and threw his arms around me. I felt our bodies press
against each other - my short chest hair rubbing against his smooth skin. I
thought I was going to cum right then.

Eventually, Harry broke the hug and turned his attention to my trousers. My
cock was actually aching it was so hard. I noticed that I was leaking
pre-cum and staining the front of my suit.

The younger man just laughed and slowly, teasingly, unbuckled my belt and
pulled down my trousers and underwear. I stepped out of them, sliding my
shoes and socks off and stood in front of Harry totally naked, with a thin
stream of pre-cum sliding slowly down my seven inch cock and pooling on my
low-hanging nuts.

I reached for Harry's belt, but he knocked my hand away.

"Not yet," he said, "Let's look at you first."

With that he made me turn around slowly on the spot. Every now and then he
asked me to flex different parts of my body for him - my arms, my stomach,
even my dick. I did as he asked.

I couldn't believe this was happening. There was no reason for me to be
doing this, but here I was, actually posing for this student. As I grew
increasingly humiliated, Harry seemed to be getting more and more
confident. And part of me just couldn't get enough of that. More clear
pre-cum was leaking from the tip of my cock.

Eventually he seemed satisfied.  ( "Nice," was all he said. I felt that odd
stab of pride again, but tried to ignore it.

"Do you want to see my cock?" he asked, smiling. I hesitated, so he reached
out and caressed my balls. I shuddered at his touch and nodded. I couldn't
help myself.  Harry slowly unbuttoned his flies and pushed his boxers down
a little, letting his cock spring out. It was the biggest dick I'd ever
seen. I'd seen plenty in the gym, but this dwarfed my seven inches.

He stroked it proudly, obviously pleased with the look of shock on my face.

"10 inches," he said. He nodded towards my dripping dick. "What's yours -
six or seven?"

"Seven" I croaked.

"Mine's seven inches thick." he gloated - and looking at that monster
jutting out of his trousers, I believed him. "What about yours?"

"I've no idea," I said, "I haven't measured it since I was - well, your
age."

"No time like the present!" he said, merrily, "I want you face up on your
desk."

Again I hesitated. This was way out of hand. I could get fired for this -
never mind the fact that I was married.

Harry sensed my doubt and slowly massaged by balls again. I was lost.

"Now," he growled.

I did as I was told.

Soon I as sprawled over my own desk, with my butt on the edge of the desk
and my legs hanging down. It would have been cold to be laid out on so much
wood, but I was insulated by the papers I had been marking before Harry had
entered and taken me.

My rock hard cock was pointing straight up in the air.

Harry had found a piece of string and a ruler and wrapped the string around
the thickest part of my dick. His other hand rested casually on my balls. I
felt weak with the sensation. He removed the string and measured it against
a ruler on my desk.

"Hah," he said, showing me, "Four inches! Call that a dick? Tell me how big
your cock is compared to mine."

I could see Harry really getting confident now, but I was helpless to stop
him.

"It's tiny. My cock is so much smaller than yours." I said, wincing.

"And what does that mean?" he asked, sounding for all the world like he was
my teacher.

"That I'm less of a man than you." I replied, dying slightly inside. I
might have been older and stronger than him, but I was the one naked and
dripping on a desk - not him. I couldn't argue.

"Damn straight," he said, walking round to the side of the desk next to my
cock. I watched his skinny frame swagger around me, his tight little abs
clenching and his enormous, hairless dick swinging as he walked.

 He reached over and made me suck on one of his fingers.

"And the closest you're going to get to being as much of a man as me is for
this," he grabbed his cock, "to be all the way inside you."

That was too much. It was time to end this. I had no desire to have
something that huge split me apart. I sat up and started to lever myself
off the desk.

That's when Harry shoved the finger that I'd licked deep into my hole.

I'd never had anything up my arse before and I was overwhelmed by the
feeling. I felt his finger stretch my hole before pressing up inside me. I
felt the rest of my body go limp and I fell back over the desk.

"I thought you'd like that," laughed Harry, twitching his finger and
enjoying watching my body spasm.

"I've watched you for months, you know," he continued, slowly starting to
pull his finger out before making me gasp by pushing it back into me.

"I just knew that you were desperate for some cock," he added, adding
another finger to the stretching of my hole. I heard myself moaning
loudly. I absently hoped no-one was outside the office door.

I heard Harry rustling through my desk drawers. I tried to ask him what he
wanted, but I couldn't find my voice as the student added a third finger to
my hole. I couldn't believe the feelings I was getting from my arse. By the
time Harry had added a fourth finger, it felt like his whole hand was
inside me. I twitched like his puppet every time he moved in me.

Eventually Harry emerged with a small bottle of shower gel that I keep in
my drawer for if I have to go to the gym.

"Well, it's not perfect, but it is slippery, I guess," he said, cracking it
open and putting it on the desk. Then he fished around in his pocket with
his spare hand an came out with a condom. He pushed the fingers of his
other hand even deeper inside me and I felt a pressure building deep inside
me. I yelled and spurted a string of pre cum.

"Well there's your prostate," said the younger man, smiling. He withdrew
his fingers from me and I sagged against the desk, feeling somehow empty.

Harry opened the condom wrapper and blew into it, like a professional. Then
I watched him helplessly as he unrolled it over that monster cock of
his. There is something about watching a man put a condom on as he is stood
over you that puts you in your place. I knew I was going to have that dick
inside me - whether I wanted it or not.  ( Harry slathered some of the
shower gel over his sheathed cock and grabbed my legs, forcing them
apart. I felt the cold gel first, followed by the tip of his dick parting
my butt cheeks.  ( Then the pressure started building on my
ring. Fortunately it had been loosened by Harry's earlier work, but his
dick was huge. I felt the pressure building until it was almost unbearable,
before the gel finally lubricated me sufficiently and the head of my
student's cock moved past my ring and slowly, so slowly, inched its way up
inside of me.

I felt his dick push all the way up into me, until his smooth balls were
resting in the short hairs around my hole.

"God you're tight," he said.

Then I felt his cock grew even further, swelling inside me as he became
even more aroused, locking him in me. I felt the pressure on my prostate
again and pre-cum started running down my shaft.

I reached for my dick, desperate for some release. Harry frowned and
slapped my hands away, before pulling his dick out slightly and pushing
back into me.

"You won't need that," he said, his voice low and oddly thick, "wait and
see."

He started slowly pumping in and out of me. With each thrust back into me,
I felt my back arch as my body tried to push him even deeper inside of
me. I felt Harry slowly start picking up the pace, sweat making his hair
even darker.

Every now and then he would vary his pace, making me see stars. This kid
was a pro. I couldn't believe it - it was the most mind blowing sex I had
ever had.

Harry had total control of me. This skinny young student had actually
seduced a thirty year old professor, taken total control, stripped him and
proceeded to breed him. And knowing that made me ever hornier.

Harry's abs flexed as he started pounding me. My dick was swaying back and
forth with Harry's motion, liberally dribbling sticky pre-cum over my abs
and pubes. I felt like I could hardly breathe.

Eventually, I noticed Harry's breath shortening and finally he yelled
loudly as he shot his load into the condom deep inside me. He pulled out of
me with a sucking noise and carefully pulled the condom off his dick.

He quickly upended the contents of the condom into my mouth. I felt his
jizz slide slowly down my throat. I tried to spit it out, but Harry wrapped
one hand over my mouth until he was sure I had swallowed every drop.

I felt exhausted already, but there had been no attention paid to my
dick. I reached for it again, but Harry responded by thrusting his now
naked dick all the way back inside me in one motion. I almost screamed and
my hands dropped back to my sides.

"I said you wouldn't need that," he said. His cock was smaller than it had
been, but it was still at least seven inches long post-orgasm. I felt him
push his dick up against my prostate again. My cock spasmed and I yelled
again.

He pushed inside me again and I moaned. My abs were now slick with sweat
and pre-cum. Still Harry hadn't touched my dick.

"What do you want?" he asked. That's when I knew he was trying to break me
- once and for all. He wanted me to beg.

Another thrust, another moan from me - even more pre-cum. I couldn't do
what he wanted - it was just too much.  ( Harry thrust into me again and
again relentlessly. I moaned, I twitched and wrenched as the desperation to
cum ripped through me. Each thrust was accompanied by the same question.

After about five minutes I couldn't take it any more.

"Please," I said.

Another thrust ripped a cry from me.

"Please what?" he asked. Bastard.

"Please make me cum," I asked.

Another thrust. I thought I might actually start to cry with frustration.

"I'll need a little bit more than that," he said, actually laughing at me.

I just couldn't take it any more.

"I'm begging you," I pleaded, "Please, just let me cum. I can't stand
it. I've got to cum. I need you to let me cum."

I felt more tired than I had ever felt in my life. As this young student
smiled down at me I knew that he had me. I'd never felt this before - not
from my wife or any of the girlfriends I'd had through my life. Someone had
taken charge of me and made part of me theirs.

Harry nodded. He reached round me as he started on a heavy fucking rhythm
in my ass and started pumping my dick with his hands.

Within about ten seconds, I felt the cum churning up from my balls and I
came everywhere. I felt Harry move the position of my cock at the last
moment, making me spray down my side and over the desk, including many of
the papers I had been grading.

When my shudders had finally subsided, Harry leaned forward and kissed me
again. I sunk into him like a little kid as he hugged me.

While we were embracing, he pulled his cock out of me for the last time. I
felt him button his flies up and pull away from me.

"That was great," he said, pulling on his T-shirt, "You're a great
teacher."  ( Harry actually winked at me as he gathered his things. He ran
his hand over my shaking abs one more time and headed for the door.

"You know there are still two or three weeks of term left," he said as he
opened the door, "So we'll be seeing plenty more of each other."

He smiled again, looking back over my office and me - his professor -
spread out naked on the desk, dripping with sweat and cum.

"See you in class," he said, shutting the door behind him.