My Math Teacher’s Fat Ass

Though I had figured out that I was gay in middle school, I was still trying to understand what I was into. I felt that I would be a bottom but I never felt hot over a big, warm dick. I believed that as long as I could feel something, it could be big enough and that was that. It wasn’t until my sophomore year in high school that I finally knew what I wanted.

Mr. Lasche was our new algebra teacher. He had red hair and some stubble, was tall and though he wasn’t fat by any means, he was slightly chubby. His face was curiously attractive, too, but what really made him stand out was the plump ass that he was blessed with. It was round and meaty, often straining his khaki pants to the limit. The second I saw that ass, I was hooked.

I was the only gay kid in the school, but the new math teacher’s ass became a new topic for discussion among the students. Most would just comment on the sheer size of it, but the troublemakers liked to take things a step further. They would call him “Mr. Ass” behind his back, make gestures of groping it whenever they were next to him, and some would even catcall him. Once when he was writing on the board first period, one of the delinquents who came in late smacked his ass and said good morning nonchalantly. Mr. Lasche was too shocked to do anything but move on, but I nearly came in my pants seeing how much his buns bounced from the spank. I knew that I had to find a way to worship this booty.

I began to work harder in his class in hope of earning his attention. I generally kept to myself in class, so he already had a good impression of me. I began to participate in class more and he noticed it, too. We began to talk more outside of math class, and though he was a genuinely nice guy, it was his ass that I was mainly attracted to.

I hit the jackpot one day when he asked if I could stay after school to help him grade papers. I told him I would, to which he smiled in response. He told me to go to the staircase after my last period and that he would meet me there.

The rest of the day was a blur. I was zoning out in my classes fantasizing about my voluptuous teacher, but I didn’t care. I knew that I would be somewhat satisfied just being alone with that ass, but I silently prayed I could do more than just staring. 

Finally, my last class of the day was over. I rushed to the staircase where Mr. Lasche was already waiting. We greeted each other, and he began to talk as he started walking up the stairs. I followed behind closely, paying half attention to his words and more of it on the glorious rump in front of me. I could see his brief lines, and every time he would climb a stair the cheeks would clap against each other lightly. My erection began to stir but the travel up the staircase was already over. 

He led me to his classroom where he gave me the assignments and answer sheets to grade. I was about to start my task when I heard pencils clatter on the floor. Mr. Lasche’s ass had bumped into them, knocking them to the floor. He cursed under his breath and was about to pick them up when I intervened.

“Sir! I can get those!” I got down to collect the pencils before he could object.

“Ah, thanks. This damn ass of mine is too big, I swear to god.”

At his words my erection grew stiffer. I decided to add on to the conversation.

“Yes, sir, you definitely have a big butt. It’s not a big deal, though, right?” I made sure to ask a question to hear what he had to say.

“Oh, but it is! Look at how massive this thing is!”

He grabbed his own ass and shook it, making it ripple. Though Mr. Lasche had large hands, his hand wasn’t even bigenough to hold half of one cheek. My lust in this moment couldn’t be described. I knew that I had to take a chance. I put the pencils back, walked behind him, and slapped his ass as hard as I could. He gasped, and his cheeks jiggled sexily.

“Honestly, sir? Your ass is perfection. It’s round, bouncy, and thick.” As I said this, my hands were groping his khaki-covered cakes.

“Y-you really think so, huh?” His face was red and it sounded like he was stifling a moan. It seemed that his ass was his erogenous zone.

“Hell yes. Your phat ass was made to be worshipped.” I gave both buns a hard slap, making them jiggle again. “Now lay on your stomach.”

He silently obeyed, getting on the floor and having his cheeks face the air. I bent down and wasted no time feeling up his phatty. I kissed the cheeks, bounced them in my palms, and would slap them lightly. All the while, my math teacher was moaning softly. I spanked him again and said, “Let me see that ass.”

He stood up and quickly took off the tight pants and underwear, and his ass was even fatter than before. Without the constraints of pants, his big butt could jut out and shake at the lightest movement. I couldn’t bother to wait for him to get back down; I shoved my face in and began to wreck that ass with my tongue. Mr. Lasche started to moan louder as I motorboated his booty, causing his cheeks to bounce on my face as I pushed my tongue deeper into his hole. All the while, my hands were spanking and gripping his ass at the same time.

“I’m getting close! Please don’t stop..!”

Mr. Lasche pushed his ass against my face, allowing me to taste him even more. I knew that I would climax soon, too. I pushed my face into his ass with all of my strength, and with that, my teacher came, shooting his loads onto the floor. I could feel his ass clench my face, prompting me to ejaculate after.

We both laid on the floor, exhausted. I was drifting off to sleep when he told me that I’d have to leave before I missed the bus. I panicked and began to gather my things.

“Sorry for not grading anything, but I hope you had a good time.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he laughed. “I can get it done at home. Hurry on now.”

I thanked him and began to open the door when he called my name. I turned to see him smack his own ass again.

“Treat me well again next week, okay?”

“Yes sir!”

As I walked to my bus, I eagerly began to think of assaulting my teacher’s juicy ass again. Christ, I couldn’t wait till next week.