Earning My Extra Credit

It was a boring Monday night. I was on my way to meet Professor Richards at his apartment a few blocks down from my dorm. I’d been failing his class, and since it was nearly the end of the semester I’d been sending him email after email begging for some kind of extra credit. Monday night at 10pm was the only time he was available, and at first I thought it a little strange that he’d want me to meet him at his apartment that late at night, but then I thought professors are very busy and sometimes have complicated schedules. And I wasn’t about to pass up a chance at extra credit anyway.

It had been a stressful weekend full of studying and drinking and I hadn’t done any laundry. The only clean clothes I had were a tiny pair of thin running shorts from my time on my high school track team, and an old t-shirt that was far too small. I’m about 5’7 and pretty athletic, but I have a baby face. People always think I’m 14, which sucks when my friends and I are trying to get into bars.

The rain was coming down hard as I walked to Professor Richards’ place. I’d forgotten to bring an umbrella or a jacket, and I was soaked from head to toe. I hadn’t worn any underwear and something about the back of my wet shorts rubbing against my hole made me feel weird. I knocked on Professor Richards’ door. When he opened it, he seemed a little surprised at what I was wearing. “You’re all wet,” he laughed. Eventually, he invited me in and brought me a little towel to dry myself.

“Thanks for seeing me, Professor Richards.”

“No problem.” We walked into the living room and sat on his couch. He held a notebook filled with scratchy writing. “Now let’s talk about your grade. We’ve had eight tests this term, and you’ve failed…” he looked through his little book, “seven of them.” He looked at me. Now Professor Richards was a big guy. He stood 6’5 and you could tell he hit the gym a lot. I often found myself feeling jealous of him during class. He had those big arms and legs, and I looked like a little boy. Sitting down on Professor Richards’ couch was making the fabric of my little shorts rub against my hole, and before I knew it I was hard. 

“Sorry about that, Professor, I’ve had a hard semester. Family stuff.” Sitting down on Professor Richards’ couch was making the fabric of my little shorts rub against my hole, and before I knew it, there was a big bulge in my shorts. I tried to hide it with my hands, but Professor Richards definitely noticed.

“You know, I’ve had a lot of students. And I’ve come to the conclusion that some can do the work, and some just don’t have that same level of intelligence. Students like you, David, you’re just better at other things.” I thought about what he said, but I wasn’t really sure what he meant.

“Good at other things? I’m not sure I have any talents, Professor.” He looked at me for a long time. We were sitting pretty close, our knees almost touching. I felt a little self conscious that so much of my thighs were exposed.

“You might be dumb, but I’m sure you’re good at something.” I was a little taken aback by his comment. But then I thought maybe he’s right. I’ve always been a little dumb. Professor Richards rested his hand on my thigh. “Did you wear that little outfit for me?” He had this weird smile on his face.

“Oh no,” I laughed, “I just don’t have any more clean clothes.” My little hole kept twitching, I don’t know why. Something about his voice.

“Really?” He stroked my thigh. “Usually when little boys wear stuff like that, they’re really asking for someone to put them in their place.” He looked me dead in the eyes. I was so confused.

“Professor, I -”

“You know,” he interrupted, “in those emails it was almost like you were begging me for something other than extra credit.” My dick poked out of the leg of my shorts, leaking pre-cum. “Do you like being talked to like this?” When I didn’t answer, Professor Richardds quickly got up and stood in front of me. He took his tie off, then started unbuttoning his shirt. He was such a big man, broad shouldered and everything. I wasn’t expecting him to be so hairy, but of course he was. Professor Richards was a real man. “I know you’re a little slow, but when daddy asks you a question, you fucking answer.” He emphasized his statement with a slap to my cheek. I let out a gasp and a tear escaped my eye. Professor Richards undid his belt, then pulled his pants and underwear all the way down. My mouth hung open. His cock was at least nine inches and thick. His thighs were twice the size of my head, and he was covered in hair from his belly button on down. He smelled like a man, too. Musky and sweaty like he’d been at the gym. He slapped me again, harder this time. My face turned a deep red. Daddy grabbed my head and pulled it toward his cock, but I resisted. “You email me for weeks, begging for this like some faggot, and then you finally show up here practically naked, and now you wanna act like you don’t want it?”

“Want what, Professor?” My voice was so soft and quiet compared to his.

“You know what. Your daddy’s cock down your throat.” I stared at his cock. I wasn’t even sure it would fit in my mouth.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” That really set daddy off. He slapped me again and I let out a scream. My face was red, my lips all puffy.

“Don’t lie, David. I know what you are.”

“Professor -” The minute I opened my mouth, Professor Richards grabbed my nose and shoved his fat cock as deep in there as he could. I couldn’t breathe, but he kept thrusting until his balls rested on my chin and I was shoved into his pubes. 

“Maybe if you don’t choke I’ll think about giving you some of that extra credit,” he laughed. He took his cock out, letting me breathe for a minute, then shoved right back in. “Turns out you do have a talent.” I was crying by this point, but daddy didn’t care. I knew he was close to cumming because he kept calling me bitch and slapping my face. When he pulled out, his dick was dripping with saliva and pre-cum. Some of it got on my face. “You look good like that.” Professor spread it all over my face with his fat cock. Then he made me get on all fours. I stopped trying to resist him. He pulled my shirt off, and then tugged my shorts down. “No underwear?”

“I’m sorry, I -” Daddy slapped my ass hard. Then did it again. And again. “Daddy!”

“You’re more of a slut than I thought. Bet you don’t wear underwear to my lectures, either.” He pushed my chest down on the couch. “Ass up!” 

“Please Professor, I’m a virgin. I don’t know if I can do this.” Professor Richards didn’t say anything. He got behind me on the couch and stuck one of his fat fingers in my hole. I groaned.

“Maybe you are telling the truth. Looking at you I just assumed other grown men had cum in your pussy.” He lined his cock up against my little hole, then spit on it. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna go nice and slow, okay?” Professor Richards even leaned over me to kiss my neck. It felt amazing. “I want you to enjoy it, too.” I decided I trusted him. He was my professor after all. 

“Fuck me, daddy” I said quietly.

“What?”

“Fuck me, daddy” I said it louder. Professor Richards slapped my ass, then with one hard thrust buried his cock to the hilt in my virgin pussy. I screamed. “Wait! Wait!”

“Wait for what, baby?” He didn’t slow down. He’d take his cock out just to shove it back in again. He fucked my ass into the couch, and eventually he was right on top of me and my dick was rubbing against the couch. He was so deep. I was moaning like a bitch.

“This isn’t slow.”

“Shut up, bitch.” He pushed my head into the couch, then slammed into me harder. “This is how bitches take dick. Walking around with your fat ass and no underwear, someone was bound to teach you some time.”

“Daddy! Daddy!” My words were muffled.

“That’s right. I’m your daddy.”

“Don’t cum inside of me!”

“What? I can’t hear you.” Professor Richards was pounding me like crazy now, stretching out my virgin hole with his mean cock. The sounds of his balls and hips slapping against me was louder than ever. I could barely take it. “Dumb cunt. Thought you could come over here dressed like that and not get taught a lesson.” I reached my arms back, trying to grab daddy’s hips and maybe slow him down. He just slapped my hands away. “You’re the dumbest student I’ve ever had.” Daddy put his hands on my hips, then hammered away. “Fucking worthless!” He shouted, shooting his seed up into my cunt. He got off me. When I turned around to look at him, Professor Richards spit in my face. “You should leave now. Wife’s gonna be home soon.”

“What about the extra credit?”

“Oh yeah. I don’t really give out extra credit, it’s a policy of mine.”

“But -” Professor Richards slapped my ass.

“You can let yourself out.” Then he left the room. I laid on his couch, cum leaking from my sore, stretched-out fuck hole and spit dripping from my face.