Fucking my Math Teacher

It was a warm evening in May when I walked into my school at around 6:30pm. A cool breeze past over me as I entered the building, which was still open to allow athletes to come and go during their practices.

But I wasn't there for practice. Nope, instead of having a fun Friday night with my friends, I had to come back to school and retrieve my laptop, which I left in my math class earlier that day. I wasn't sure if I would be able to grab it though, since the classroom was probably locked for the weekend, but I decided that I would try so that I wouldn't have to spend an entire weekend computer-less. I also didn't want to come home to my parents and explain to them that the really nice computer they got me for my 18th birthday was left at school overnight.

I turned the corner of a dark, half-lit hallway and saw that the light was on in my math classroom.

"Huh" I thought to myself, "Maybe it's the janitors."

I walked to the door and peeked through the window and saw my math teacher, Mr. Davis sitting at his desk grading papers. He was always a really casual dresser, who mostly just wore sports t-shirts and jeans or nice-ish pants. Today he was wearing a tight fitting red athletic t-shirt from his alma-mater and khaki pants.

He had sort of a dad bod, but was more built. He was about 6 ft 2 in his mid to late 30s, and had short cut brown hair and brown eyes. His skin was white but somewhat tan, and he was hairless, and he had the most amazing ass I'd ever seen. I would pay more attention to it in class than the actual lesson itself. Every time he wrote something on the board it would jiggle a little bit with every pen stroke.

He wasn't married, but I had overheard from someone in the bathroom that his girlfriend had broken up with him. I was always "attracted" in Mr. Davis, especially in his ass, but never really interested.

I shoved my thoughts about him to the side and opened the door. The smell of peaches hit me. He always had one of those Glade air freshener things plugged in so his class wouldn't smell all sweaty.

"Hey, Mr. Davis..." I said. He looked up surprised.

"Jackson, what are you doing here?" he asked me. Then he smirked. "Oh, you're here for your laptop, right?"

"Yeah, you have it?" I said, closing the door, and walking over towards his desk.

"I assumed someone would come to get it at one point or another. Here..." he said, opening his desk drawer and pulling out my laptop.

"Okay, cool thanks," I said, assuming my interaction with him was over.

"So why are you here at school at this hour instead of hanging out with your friends? It's Friday night, shouldn't you be going to a movie or going to a party or something?" he asked.

"Eh..." I said, "There are no parties happening tonight. It sucks."

"Oh, that's unfortunate. Some of the other math teachers were having a small get together at Mrs. Wilson's house, but I don't really want to go. So since I have nothing else to do I'm just grading papers. I guess I'm the only person in the building now" he said, suddenly seeming more chilled.

"I can't even imagine what a math teacher party would be like, especially with boring teachers like Mr. Brown" I said, laughing. Then I realized that I was talking to a member of the teaching staff.

"Oh whoops, sorry, my bad."

"No no, it's fine. He's about as bland as a bowl of soup. We had a guys night with some of the other teachers and we started talking about college experiences... the guy has done nothing. He just stayed in his room and studied. And never got laid."

I couldn't believe I was hearing this from a teacher. Mr Davis was always known as more of a chill teacher, but this was like talking to another teenager.

"We were talking about our hottest sex stories in college, and he literally said that his most wild experience was a blowjob while tutoring. I mean that's nothing."

"Yeah, what the hell? I've got even crazier ones than that, and I'm not even in college yet." We both laughed.

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't be talking about sex with my math teacher," I said.

"Don't be sorry. You have me in class, you know I'm pretty relaxed with the things I talk about. Just as long as you're an adult."

"Yeah I am," I said and laughed. And then I got curious...

He stood up and erased the math from the board. I watched his ass as it shook every time he moved his arm back and forth.

"Wait, so what is your craziest sex story from college?" I asked cautiously.

"Okay, I'll tell you. But only if you promise not to tell anyone else. I wouldn't normally tell other people this but I trust you."

"Basically, in a nutshell, during a party I snuck up onto a roof of my frat house, and fucked a girl while a guy did me from behind."

"What?!" I asked, almost screaming.  Mr. Davis has had sex with a guy?!

"Yeah, it was amazing. The girls pussy was so fucking good, and the guy behind me was pretty big. Not incredibly thick, but really long. It was surreal. I much prefer topping a guy when we do these types of things, but my dick isn't particularly large. It's only about 6 inches, but it's quite thick, and most guys in my frat liked long dicks because they didn't hurt as much. But my ass hurt for days," he said, grabbing his right butt cheek and rubbing it a little bit. He stretched it all the way to one side and let go, and it snapped back into place with a jolt.

"Yeah, but it must not have hurt that much. You've got a lot of cushioning," I said, instantly giving myself a slap in the face for basically telling my teacher he had a nice ass.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, slapping his ass. I watched it ripple and slowly set back to it's resting position. "But it's not as cushioned as you may think. It's actually pretty stiff."

"Really, it doesn't look like that from here," I said in disbelief, now blatantly staring at his great ass.

"Oh, it is, see for yourself. Feel it." he said, spreading his legs a bit and bent forward, placing his hands on the whiteboard.

"Are you sure?" I asked, coming closer.

"Yeah it doesn't bother me. Unless it bothers you?" he said, turning his head to the side to face me.

"No no, it's fine..." I said. I slowly reached out and poked into his right ass cheek with my pointer finger.

"No, really get in there," he said, reaching around, taking my entire hand and placing it on his ass. I grabbed it and squeezed. He was right. Even though it felt very soft at first, it was stiff if you push hard enough.

"Slap it and notice the feeling, it's pretty weird," he said.

And so I did. I slapped it. "Oh!" Mr Davis blurted out. His ass jiggled for a moment then it quickly went back into place.

"Huh," I said, "like Jell-O."

"Yeah, like Jell-O" he said, as he shook his ass. I watched it bounce around. By this point I was almost completely to my full 6.5 inches.

By this point, because he was shaking his ass, his pants fell down a little bit and I could see his underwear. He was wearing gray hanes.

"Oh, you wear Hanes," I said.

"Yep, the best around" he said. Still turned around, he pushed his brown khakis down a little bit so I could get a better look. Because of the way the fabric from his pants was laying I couldn't see if he was hard.

"Boxer briefs or normal briefs?" I asked him.

"Briefs," Mr Davis said. He turned away from the white board and to the side, leaning on a desk, and pulled down his pants all the way. His incredible ass stuck out at me, and I grabbed it and kept squeezing it.

I knew what he was doing. My urges suddenly took over. I stripped my jeans off a little bit so that my cock, which was still in my underwear, could touch his ass without the fabric getting in the way. I pushed my dick up against his ass crack slowly.

"Did that frat guy ever hump you like this?" I asked, as I started moving my hips back and forth.

"Ooooh yeah, but you do it better," he said. I grabbed the sides of his ass and held on as I humped him slowly, up and down. My cock was getting harder and harder.

"Fuck, how big is your dick?" he asked me.

"6.5 inches" I said. He stood up suddenly and I stepped back.

"Seriously, no way!" he said. He looked down and looked surprised.

"I stand corrected, it's pretty big," he said, staring.

"Well you're definitely standing..." I said, pointing at his 6 inch manhood, trapped by his briefs on his right thigh. I reached out and rubbed it through the fabric. He moaned quietly as I moved up and down the length of his shaft. He really was thick, maybe about 1.5 inches around. I removed his cock from his underwear, and touched the warm flesh. He was clean shaven. He moaned as I slowly caressed his thick dick.

He reached out and grabbed my dick, pulling me closer to him.  He took my cock out and started doing the same. I moaned too.

"You know, I bet he also sucked your dick." I said. I got onto my knees on the floor and pushed him slightly onto a desk. He spread his legs more to allow me better access.

I licked the tip of his dick slowly, around and around, then slowly put the whole thing into my mouth. As I furthered myself down the shaft inch by inch he moaned loudly.

"Fuckkkkk" he said in a deep voice as I came back up every few seconds and started all over again. I quickly started gaining a faster momentum. I grabbed his huge balls and started massaging them.

"Jesus fuck you're so fucking good, suck my fat cock," he said. I rubbed my tongue over the top of his dick and he went wild. I got a nice taste of his salty pre-cum. I started moving up and down, pushing more of him into my throat with each pump. I was moving faster and faster, and started to gag as I tried to take it all.

"Oh my god, fuck! Hold on a second," he said, as he lifted me off his impressive manhood.

"I don't want to blow it yet. Come here," he said, and picked me up off, the floor, partially into the air, and onto the desk in his place. Before I could even react, he had my cock in his mouth and suddenly I felt the warm, moist flesh of his mouth. He took me with ease, quickly devouring my cock and shoving it deep into the back of his throat.

"Holy fuck!" I yelled as I he quickly moved up and down, using his hand and tongue expertly as he covered the distance of my shaft. As he got down to the end of my cock he started to gag, but seemed to ignore it and take it all. It turned me on so much that it almost sent me over the edge.

"Fuck wait I don't want to come, stop!" I said. He pulled himself off me and took and a deep breath.

"Okay, so what now..." he said, both of us standing up.

I smiled, moved close to him, pressing our bodies together and grabbed his amazing ass.

"Bend over" I said.