THE GOOD STUDENT

I'm a teaching assistant for a history course, and while I don't generally approve of TAs or profs having sex with their students, that doesn't stop me from checking out the cute ones in my classes ... being a bi, that covers a lot! but I never crossed that line until recently...

I had one student last year who was remarkably bright, and also
remarkably attractive -- blond, long hair, cute, just sort of awkward and geeky enough to be entirely adorable. Anyway, I got along well with this particular student (let's call him Steve). I had always suspected that Steve might be gay, but I got the sense he wasn't too sure of things.

One day he came to see me during my office hours, looking really troubled. He closed the door behind him when he entered, which is unusual; but from the look on his face I wasn't going to argue at that point. He sat down and started talking in a really awkward torrent of words -- babbling, really. I sat and listened and then started trying to get to the root of whatever the problem might be ... asking questions, probing him on certain points.

Anyway, finally blurted it out -- "I think I might be gay!" Keeping a level expression, I told him that that was not a problem ... that it was good he was being honest with himself, etc. But he just started looking even more miserable. Finally he said,

"Look ... I probably shouldn't say this ... but I can't help myself. I have to. I've never felt like this before. But ... I think I'm gay because I'm really attracted to you."

Of course, a firecracker went off inside me, and I crossed me legs to hide the sudden erection I had. Steve was in paroxysms of despair -- he obvisouly thought he'd just made a horrid mistake, that I would hate him, or worse, fail him! Little did he know ...

Quietly, I asked, "Why do you think you're attracted to me?"

He blushed, and wouldn't say anything at first. I prodded him again, and he said "Well ... because I ... you know ... have thoughts about you ..."

"thoughts like what?"

"Like ... as if you were a woman ..."

I smiled, but I don't think he saw that. "Tell me ... it won't upset me."

Finally, he looked up and met my eyes. "I, uh ... think about kissing you."

"What else?"

"And ... you know, having ... sex ... with you."

"describe it to me."

He flushed, and his breath got quicker. I snuck a peek at his pants, and could see a bulge slowly growing there.

"Well, we undress each other. Then ... well, I don't really know," he said, flustered. "I don't really know much about all that."

Very slowly and deliberately, I got up and walked to my office door. I locked it, savouring the small intake of breath I heard behind me.

"Well," I said. "I guess I'm just going to have to expand your curriculum this year."

Still moving slowly, I walked over to where he sat and dropped to my knees. Running my hand lightly up his jeans-clad thigh, I let it rest on the impressively hard bulge there. "I see you've learned the first lesson already."

I let my hands find his belt buckle, and undid it. He sat unmoving, breathing hard, unable to belive what was happening. I undid his jeans and pulled down his fly, never letting myself hurry. He had a lovely cock, I could see -- it strained against the white briefs he wore. A small wet spot showed through.

I took hold of the waistband of his briefs and peeled them back. My god! I nearly gasped as his eager young cock sprang up, swaying in front of my face. It was a perfect seven-incher, circumcised, beautifully formed, with ever so slight a bend to the left. I wanted desperately to suck it back into my throat there and then, but I made myself look up at him and ask, "Do you ever get to this point when you think of me?"

He nodded, staring at his own cock as if mesmerized. "And then what happens?" I
prodded ...

"You suck it ..."

"What?"

"You suck it!"

I smiled, and leaned forward. A small pearl of precum stood out on the tip. I licked it delicately off with the very tip of my tongue. He gasped, and his eyes narrowed to slits. I still didn't suck him, but ran my fingernails up and down his lovely shaft, eliciting an incredibly sexy moan.

"Oh ... please," he murmured, "...please ..."

"please what?"

"Please ... suck me ..."

I needed no further encouragement. I slid my mouth over the swollen head, still savouring the precum on my tongue. I slowly, slowly moved my mouth down right to the very base and then back up again, taking a moment to slide my tongue around that lovely, mushroom-shaped head. He moaned again, which just got me hotter. I slid my mouth down again hungrily, taking in every inch of him. My eyes nearly crossed, he tasted so good ... he had such a perfect cock, rock-hard and sweet, and it felt amazing as it slid over the top of my mouth and down my throat.

I felt myself getting eager. I sucked him faster, making him squirm and buck in my office chair. "Ohhhh god ..." he muttered as I sucked, "oooohhh god this feels so good." It better! I was giving him the blowjob of his life, and he knew it. I took my time, wanting to draw the experience out. I stopped and just tickled his shaft with the tip of my tongue, and teased his balls ... I stroked him with my hand, then, as I felt his sqirming get more insistent, took him back in my mouth.

He came in an explosive burst I thought would never end ... he had the greatest cum, thick and gluey and almost sweet. Some guys are really bitter and unpleasant, but wow did he taste good!! I ran it around my mouth for a while I milked his cock of the last few drops ...

So much for my teacher-student ethics. He stood up almost sheepishly, doing up his pants reluctantly.

"Well?" I asked, rising from the floor. "Do you still think you're gay?"

He suddenly grabbed me and kissed me hard on the mouth, his tongue parting my lips to taste his own semen. "I don't know ..." he whispered, "I might need a few more lessons ..."

...to be continued!

contributed by- Damon Ellison