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Teacher's Failing
by Tom Depp (address withheld)
 
***

A teacher needs to discipline a lazy student and does 
so, over and over again. (Mm, ped, oral, anal)

***

It was my sophomore year and I was failing my math 
miserably. Partly it was because I just don't like math 
and don't even want to understand it. Partly it was 
because I was really distracted by this guy in my class 
named Don. I always tried to sit where I could watch 
him, it was worth it.

Well, I was sitting there one day looking at Don, and 
getting horny as Hell. Don is a small guy, with long 
black, curly hair, and very pale skin. He is handsome 
and well built and when he stands up, his pants stick 
out about a foot in front of him. He must be hung like 
a monster. I was sitting there thinking about that and 
getting a hard-on that frustrated me because I couldn't 
do anything about it, when Mr. Benson called my name. 

I didn't hear him at first and things got embarrassing. 
Mr. Benson is very rigid with his class and he pulled 
one of those asshole tricks that teachers seem to get 
off on. He made me stand up and said, "Now why don't 
you tell us all just what you find so distracting?" 

"Well," I just said. "Oh, nothing, sir, just 
daydreaming," and I tried to sit back down before the 
whole fucking planet noticed I had a hard on. My "sir" 
got a few laughs anyway. I guess not too many people 
noticed, but I am sure Mr. Benson did, because of what 
happened later.

He gave me detention, three nights after class for that 
and I had to stay and work problems on the board. Not 
too bad, as I needed the practice and usually had to 
hang around school until about five anyway to get a 
ride home.

The first night, I showed up right after my last class 
and he wrote twenty problems on the board. He said I 
could go when I had finished them and he had checked 
them all out.

I stood at the board and began working the problems. 
For a while he watched me, then he got up and left the 
room. I continued working, and made my way very slowly 
through what was going on. I didn't understand the 
problems at all. Mr. Benson came back at about five and 
looked into the room. 

I was on problem six of the twenty after all that time, 
and he just shook his head and went out again. I kept 
working, but it began to be a real pain in the ass. The 
school shuts off the air conditioning at night, and 
after five, the place gets like an oven. The room I was 
in was really bad, as the windows had no shades at all, 
just some tinting and the afternoon sun was heating it 
up badly.

When Mr. Benson looked in again about six, I was 
standing in front of the board perspiring from keeping 
my hands in the air working on the problem, number 
fourteen, that was defeating me. I guess he took pity 
on me, because he came inside and told me to take a 
break.

I went outside and found a fountain. I took a couple of 
long drinks then splashed some water on my chest. 
Earlier, when I began to perspire I had pulled out my 
shirt and unbuttoned it, to get cooler. 

As I went back inside I started buttoning it up, and 
Mr. Benson told me, "Nah, just be comfortable, that's 
okay." 

That was kind of a shock, because he was such a 
stickler for perfection. With him, shirts should be 
tucked in, shoes should be tied just right, and if he 
had his way, he'd have us all wearing suits and ties to 
school.

Well, I walked over to his desk, and he motioned me 
over in front of him. He pushed back his chair and I 
stood between him and his desk, I even sat back on it, 
just kind of resting. He hooked a thumb over his 
shoulder and asked me "What's the problem. Why are 
these hard for you?"

We went into a lot of bullshit, but I was surprised to 
find out he really did want to know why I was having 
problems, he was not just ragging on me.

After a while we talked a couple of things through and 
I started working at the board again. He stood right 
behind me and sort of guided me through step by step on 
one of the equations. It really helped, and I'm very 
glad he took time to explain some of this stuff to me. 
We were both pleased when I finished the last of the 
problems and he put a congratulatory hand on my 
shoulder when I was done.

I stepped back just about the time he did that, and 
bumped into him. It was one of those clumsy moves that 
just seem to happen. Well, to get his balance, he 
reached around and put his hand on my chest. That was 
okay, but he just left it there afterward. We were 
standing really close, and when he pulled me back 
against him, I realized that he had a hard-on. He let 
me go very quickly, but I'd gotten the message.

We sort of talked around the subject of what his boner 
meant for a while, but when he finally sat back down in 
his chair, I could see that he was still hard, and I 
stopped and looked him over really well for maybe the 
first time.

Mr. Benson was somewhere in his early thirties. He had 
sort of blond-red hair that he wore collar-length. He 
was not a big man, but he seemed big because of the 
suits he wore, tweed and elbow patches and that whole 
thing. I knew he played tennis, because I had seen him 
on the courts sometimes. I remembered from there that 
he was in pretty good shape, and what I could see while 
looking at him pretty much confirmed it.

I decided to go for it, I was not shy about sexual 
stuff and he suddenly looked inviting. I sat back on 
his desk, and put my arms behind me. That exposed a lot 
of skin for him to look at, and he did look. 
Conversation sort of died out about then and we just 
looked at each other. I leaned forward and took my 
shirt off and asked him "do you mind?" He didn't.

Things didn't heat up, though I could see that he still 
had a hard on when he got up and took off his coat. As 
he loosened his tie he sat back down. I just leaned 
back against his desk again. 

We sort of stood there looking at each other until I 
reached down and unbuttoned the button of my jeans. My 
jeans were really tight and that caused my zipper to 
open a little. He saw some skin, maybe enough to know 
that I wasn't wearing any underwear, and that decided 
him. He stood up and went to lock the doors of the 
classroom. He pulled down the shades, and on the way 
back he lost his shirt and tie.

He sat down in his chair again, in his slacks and 
undershirt. He rolled up to me and unzipped my fly. 
Pulling my jeans down around my ankles, he sort of 
lifted me up onto his desk. I sat there, my arms behind 
me, leaning back, not saying a word while he pushed my 
knees apart, and then pulled me forward until I sat 
right on the edge of the desk.

My cock was stiff as a steel pipe by now. He dove right 
down on it. Damn, but he was hot for it! He didn't give 
me a second to kick back and enjoy things at all. He 
began bobbing up and down on my cock instantly and kept 
going like a jackhammer for two or three minutes. 

I came really quickly, and he sucked up every bit of 
it. And he didn't stop, he just kept sucking. The 
second time he took it a little slower, and moved his 
hands around a little, stroking the inside of my things 
and once tickling my stomach with his finger tips. 

When I came again, he finally looked up at me and 
stopped sucking. He didn't say anything, but he had the 
most grateful look I'd ever seen. It's still the most 
grateful look I've ever seen. I don't know if that was 
his first cock in a long time or what, but he really 
wanted it bad.

He stood up, and I figured it was my turn to do some 
sucking. I reached over and un-zipped his fly. I pulled 
his cock out through his shorts, and bent forward to 
suck him, but he stopped me. 

Instead he turned me around and put me face down over 
his desk. I wasn't too sure I wanted to be fucked, but 
he didn't leave me any choice. His cock was about seven 
inches long maybe, uncircumcised and was the biggest 
around I had ever seen up to then. 

He used that fat cock on me like he hated my guts. He 
just walked up and shoved it in hard and fast, and 
never tried to make it easy on me. I gasped and groaned 
a little when he stuck it in, and he sort of stroked 
the back of my neck and told me to take it easy. 

Without any care for me he began pumping the full 
length of his cock in and out of my tender young ass. 
He spent a lot of time cupping my cheeks in his hands 
and rubbing his palms all over my ass while he fucked 
me. I don't know how long it took him to cum, but it 
seemed like he fucked me for hours. He just kept 
ramming that pole of his in and out in long full 
strokes.

When Mr. Benson came in me, he reached for me and 
pulled me up on my elbows. He put his hands on my chest 
and pinched my nipples really hard while he shot his 
load of cum up my ass. 

Well, after that, he zipped up, and we got dressed, and 
we parted ways without saying anything to each other.

The next day after class, I asked him if I was still on 
detention, and he said "Of course, I can't start going 
back on things like that."

Well, it was worth a try, I thought.

For the next two days, the same things happened. He'd 
come in after all my problems were done, or help me if 
I got stuck, and when everything was finished he'd go 
down on my cock like a starving man on a T-bone steak. 

The last day, Friday, he sucked me four times in a row, 
without ever taking my cock out of his mouth, even when 
it was soft. After he was done sucking he'd roll me 
over as soon as he was done sucking and fucked the shit 
out of me.

He never did let me suck him.

For the rest of the year, about every two weeks he 
would tell me "be a bad boy" and I would do something 
to get detention. This happened about six more times 
during the year. Every time was just the same. He 
really liked to suck cock and I didn't mind it either. 
I ended up with an A in that class.

 The End

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
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