What a Teacher Likes
There was a rough patch in my life, it was accompanied by an immensely pleasing surprise though.
I was used to being the best at any research involving numbers and mathematics, but I found myself having to take extra tests while developing an extra paper. It was my last test after being carefully tutored by Mr. Herrera when it happened. A tough situation was finally coming to an end, a beautiful end I must say. Now, I found myself sitting on Mr. Herrera’s desk with his notebook screen lit up. And the videos in it… I must give you guys a background on how I got here.
I went through a semester asking myself how the best student became someone who was about to fail the exact subjects he was good at. Everything was so simple until I had moved to my advanced calculus subjects. This wasn’t about my skill, it wasn’t about anything related to problems on the subjects per se. Then, what changed? Well, the teacher changed.
There was this talk about Mr. Herrera being a hot guy with an extra big rear. Although being very interested in guys with big asses, my relationships with teachers were strictly professional. There’s the fact that I was part of an Ivy League kind of college while being a member of an important Fraternity house that would open new professional opportunities for me. I was on the swimming team for our college on top of that. The issues that could come around with having any affair with a teacher could really damage my reputation.
Remaining clean and getting away from problems was a bit hard though. It’s because I’m a tall lean muscled swimmer guy with, well.... There’s no other way to put it, a huge cock. It was fat too and I have to admit, even unrealistic if you consider your common well endowed dude. My ‘little’ friend rolls down near my knees when limp and when hard... Let’s just say the ten inches of it are really thick, thick enough I never had a guy fit it inside their mouth! Nevermind inside their holes.
While there are quite a big amount of privileges on owning such a big tool, there were quite a big amount of problems too. I have to admit, flaunting it on some tiny speedo during competitions was nice. Luckily, my balls aren’t as huge so it doesn’t look so lumpy when I tuck everything in there. Having people commenting about, wanting to touch and staring at it made me feel good, especially when they complimented my body. While I don’t have a big ass, it’s perky and well shaped. My pecs are nicely sized, some good shaped abs and nice thighs for a swimmer jock.
Sometimes people stopped to talk about how handsome I was too. Being a redhead with loose curly hair cut very short on the sides while longer on top gave me some charm. My facial hair was nicely shaped too, the kind of groomed and fiery copperish red hair mostly concentrated on my chin and sideburns. Since I was on the swimming team I waxed everything else but facial hair. I had a good bone structure too, mostly on my jaws instead of chin and cheeks though. Everyone has something specific to their faces and mine was my big nose which only complimented it all to be honest.
Being a handsome jock felt good, but similar to my dick size it got me in trouble. A female teacher had madly felt passionate about me sending me texts to try and get me in her bed. Unfortunately for her, I’m a full gay boy. What happened was that the college’s administration department ended up moving her to another unit far away from my campus to avoid moving me to another college. It was a very delicate and troubled situation and the main reason I learned to keep my relationship with teachers strictly professional. My mind was set on not even fantasizing about the most beautiful teachers on our campus.
However, that mindset was broken when I met Mr. Herrera. Hell, he was the most beautiful hunk I had ever met in my life! I remember the first time I saw his face. A Latino well groomed guy who was shorter than me. Who could blame anyone for being shorter than them when you’re 6’3 feet tall.
Mr. Herrera seemed to be around 5’5 or 5’6. His face was sculpted by the heavens though. Perfect tan brown skin, thick well groomed beard, squared jaws, thick reddish lips, nice brown eyes, curly hair combed to the side… Fuck… I’d be dreaming about him just based on the shape of his lips alone. It was a struggle to not pop a boner when looking at him.
There was more though. In that first semester we met and he stood up, I noticed more of his perfect body. Thick arms, extra wide slabs of meat he called pecs stuffing his very tight flannel shirt and two leather suspenders holding his pants. His bulge was very small, but when he turned around to write something on the board it was just…
Fucking hell! His fat wide ass was hugged so tight by those pants! The suspenders only added insult to injury when anyone could see the lining of his underwear. I crossed my legs after popping a boner. Sweat ran down my face when he walked. It was impressive how each one of his butt cheeks moved alongside each of his steps.
One up and the other down, one up and the other down. They were extra perky and so big I could compare them to melons. His thick muscled thighs and body were a perfect fit for that huge butt. I started shedding precome. Yes, I was wetting my pants with my throbbing cock pulsing so hard it felt like it was vibrating. I wanted nothing more than to be biting, slapping, holding, kissing, sucking… Fuck, I wanted to do everything that I could to that ass while kissing that sexy latino man!
It wasn’t only that though. I know most guys like big asses and a tight hole, but I’m a bit different. I like big asses and extra wide holes. It was a big difficulty of mine to fuck tight holes given my large weiner. Therefore, I’ve always daydreamed about big loose holes.
If you looked into my porn stash you’d find mostly extreme anal porn. There were fisting movies, wide gaped mancunts, wrecked bottoms prolapsing and nastier stuff. However, this wasn’t only a search for a hole that could take my cock. My biggest fantasy was to fuck a hole loose enough that even an anaconda like mine would be bouncing against some velvety walls. If there were gaps between my thick dick and the anal lips I’d be in heaven. Yes, to me it wasn’t about how tight it was but about how soft, pliant, malleable and huge it was. I wasn’t lucky to find anyone on that level yet.
The thing was, since I had first seen that ass I fantasized not only on abusing those perfect cheeks but also on spreading them to find the biggest fuckchute ever. A man like Mr. Herrera with a butt, face and body as perfect as his should have a big hole. At times, reality hit hard so I just fantasized with him being tight and letting me completely destroy it beyond any limits. All of my fantasies had me abusing that ass and ended up with his hole so wrecked he couldn’t walk or wouldn’t even be able to close the gaping abyss. I just desperately wanted to destroy Mr. Herrera with all my strength.
This has been my struggle. My grades suddenly dropped because I wasn’t able to focus on any of the classes. On top of that, my brain was just filled with his butt anytime I tried studying the subjects related to him. My cock crazily dripped and was mostly rock hard for him all the time. It was even worse when he started tutoring me with extra classes. He seemed to wear tighter clothes with his pecs almost bursting out of those shirts.
There was a day he dropped a pen on the floor squatting to grab it. His pants were wedged in his crack and he didn’t seem to care. By the end of the class I ran to the bathroom, jerking off to cum so fast and so hard I was shaking. I wished I was those pants so bad!
He was the man throwing this spell on me. Every time he spoke I just wanted to hear him moaning. He had this sweet toned voice that was slightly feminine just like some muscle gay bitches do. I wanted to make him scream in high pitch like a desperate anal slut. His magic just didn’t capture me, it had trapped me. I would do anything to own that ass.
There was a final solution though. He started just handling me assignments after private classes. He gave them to me and got out of the room. Each assignment I had completed led him to unbutton his shirt one button at a time. There wasn’t any talk or agreement about it. He just did it. Since it worked, we both remained silent.
By the final assignment I had seen his man tits and a couple nipples I wanted to suck. He was always smiling, calling me his troubled genius, patting my head… I thought he was teasing me at some point, but I couldn’t act up on it considering the last teacher situation I had.
The day of the final test, I showed up on time to catch him watching some stuff on his computer. The final test was just an excuse for me to get some extra credits. I had done some papers and assignments in the extra tutoring sessions that gave me enough credits. I wouldn’t miss the chance of being alone with him though.
It was just me and him. For the first minutes he remained in the room. Mr. Herrera was dressed a little more casually with some shirt and pants not so tight which was very unusual. He exited the room so I could focus as usual.
I finished the test being proud of myself because thinking upon this entire journey I still had success and wouldn’t fail. However, when standing and letting my test on his table I noticed his notebook screen flashing a little bit. My curiosity took over me and I sat down on his chair. This was exciting because his melons were often exactly where I was sitting.
His browser was minimized and there were a lot of folders on his desktop. One of them was titled ‘my pics’. Instead of going straight to the blinking minimized browser, I slid into his pic folders. There were many amazing ones of him wearing shorts and an extra special one of him in speedos. I started shaking and leaking. The blood rushed south immediately.
My cock sprung to life to become diamond hard in no time. In those folders I stumbled upon one titled “naughty” and darn! There were enticing little nudes, some with him not shaved and the lightest thin hairs covering his butt and thighs. Some of him had his body completely smooth but none showed either cock or hole. Also, I had to take notes on how his ass and pecs had the perfect fat to muscle ratio. The muscle tone was beautifully shaped, but the fat kept him supple and very malleable in form meant they could jiggle and were probably nicer to hold onto.
I was hopeless in trying to find any sight of his hole. That was until I reached the bottom of the folder to find another folder entitled “kinkster”. I was sweating and shaking so much I thought I could explode.
There was too much adrenaline running through my veins. No way back though, I clicked on the folder and opened a pic. The first one was of him with his big fist up his own hole making me almost pass out. A torrent of precome took over my shorts. I was almost pissing my thick cock snot.
The next picture was even better. Mr. Herrera had a dildo shaped like a horse dick up his guts. That thing was longer and thicker than I am. On the third one he was spreading his perfectly rounded fat ass so hard that little gaps appeared between his brownish pink latino hole and the large fake horse cock. He was busted beyond anything I had dreamed of. To make matters worse, the pic title was “thinking about Daniel”. Who was this Daniel? My name is Daniel. Was he thinking of me?
Some messages popped off and I finally realized how the browser was crazily blinking. I went through some tabs after clicking on it.
Among some extreme anal videos there was a special one with a pic of mine from a swimming competition back when the semester was starting. I was wearing a black small tight speedo. Going for the online chat, I saw he was on some kind of kinky site talking to an online friend.
He sent that picture of me to his friend and on the description was written: “See, I said he has an extra large trunk… Fuck… My hole has been pulsing for him this whole semester but he’s so young. I don’t even know if he’s gay. Even if he is gay… It’s student and teacher… Too many troubles.” His friend replied saying that he should try to go for me. That he should flirt and try to get me to fuck him.
Mr. Herrera replied: “Who are we kidding? I’m an older latino and a wrecked buttslut. Bet this boy would never be interested in me when he can tear some cute tight twinks’ bussy out there. I’m a bit sad too ‘cause he seems to be so sweet and a good guy…”. On the last couple messages his friend sent a video back telling Mr. Herrera to send it to me and risk it all. He could lie and say it was a mistake. I opened the video which was no more than ten seconds long. It was Mr. Herreras’ butthole swallowing a whole rambone toy and making it look like it was a finger while from anal pleasure.
This was when the door knob made a noise and I jumped back standing up. It was Mr. Herrera whose chin dropped to the ground when he saw me. He immediately turned back to lock the classroom door which luckily had no window so we were mostly alone with no chance of anyone looking at us.
He started taking deep breaths just staring at the huge bulge that my abnormally large dick made. I had noticed quite a few inches of it had slid through my underwear and shorts and they were peaking out alongside my knee. My tip was fully exposed through my right leg and the shorts fabrics holding it in place. The precome crazily dripped out of it. For a lot of seconds, we were just in there with his video on repeat. His moaning and wet hole sounds of that cock sliding inside him filled the room with sensual noises.
“Mr. Herrera I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be looking through your personal stuff. I’m just… Please, I don’t want to get you in trouble!” I broke the ice trying to say something that would calm us down.
“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be online or letting these folders or personal computer open on my work. I’m also sorry… It’s all so disgusting, I feel disgusting… I am disgusting…” His voice was a little weaker by the end of his words. He approached the table to flip his notebook screen down. Mr. Herrera had his eyes filled with tears.
Perhaps something had happened before or he might’ve been judged before because of his kinks. It was a sweet moment because he always seemed so tough and strong. Hearing his voice and seeing his tear filled eyes opened a hole in my heart.
“Mr. Herrera. I don’t want to be disrespectful but that’s just some of the hottest stuff I’ve seen in my life!” I walked towards him just tapping his shoulder to comfort the man.
“Heh, you like it?” He looked at my eyes. I pushed my shorts and underwear down to my thighs exposing my bouncing throbbing fat cock. It was a crazy move, but I wanted a bottom as skilled as him to see my cock. I desire nothing more than to show my appreciation for his anal efforts.
“Look, I’ve never been harder… Your ass alone would make me crazy but you had to be this perfect… And your hole! What a busted fuckchute… Man, you’re the perfect anal king!” He had wide eyes with a smile rapidly showing up. After Unbuttoning his shirt he hastily took it away from his figure to put it on the table before taking a hold of my cock and pressing me against the wall.
His hands were insanely smooth massaging me with the right amount of pressure to be a tease and make me shake even more. Mr. Herrera plunged his lips onto mine for the wettest kiss I had ever had. He was salivating so much that I felt it running down to our chins and his pecs since he was shorter than me. The man sucked my tongue hard when I finally slid my hands down his muscular back to grab and spread that ass.
Unfortunately, it was still covered by those pants. My fingertips sank into it roughly parting those cheeks though. A nice loud wet fart came out of him and I was so happy that he was also one of those wet messy bottoms filled with anal juices.
“Sorry, I can’t help but to gape when spread so roughly.” He pulled back still getting used or not knowing how I liked things to be. “It’s just that I’m really wide! Oh and I fucking dreamed of a boy like you for so long!” I parted him even harder, almost wanting to wreck his wet pants to pieces.
“Fuck, teach… I’ve been so horny for you! You can be as disgusting as you want with me!” He pulled back to release himself from my grip just to come back kissing my neck. His beard was wonderfully soft for something that looked so sharp.
The man just ran down through my torso until getting on his knees. It was a delight to see his ass sticking out all perked up when his face met my throbbing fuckstick. There was a wet mess of precome sticking to his facial hair, eyes and lips as soon as he rubbed my pole all over his face. I was weak on the knees being worshipped by such an experienced anal bitch!
If I was shaking before, now I was a mess struggling to stand just from feeling that soft tongue sliding up to my thick red mushroom tip from the lower part of my shaft.
Never, there was never, not even once, a bottom that managed to fit my dick in their mouths. He spread his lips as wide as he could even slightly dislocating his jaws out of place. I looked down to see his eyes watering when my tip went past his gullet. He was heavily retching but didn’t stop until his sweet nose was right deep into my trimmed fiery red pubes.
Tears were running down his face, snot just drizzled from his flared nostrils, a lot of thick saliva went down my balls and his chest. He persisted wrapping those thick reddish lips along my shaft to bump his head up and down. The struggle was real so I didn’t dare to be harder on him. Yet, I had to stop this incredible oral slut or I’d cum too fast. His beautiful throat was just too warm and needy!
When pushing him away, I had such a good surprise. He farted while barfing and letting throat slime and saliva out while covering my cock in snot, it went all over my crotch and himself.
There was no other choice but to slap all the mess on his face before sliding my dick in between his pecs. He was visibly dizzy and still letting some messy fluids out when I leaned in to start pec fucking him.
It was pure perfection! Those immense slabs were just so pliant, so soft that my fingers could sink in leaving red marks over his brown tan skin which was amazingly beautiful. The nipples were a little darker, pointy and looked as if they were two big pepperonis adorned with the hardest olives ever. I rubbed myself on him while twisting those chest pebbles to draw out high pitch moans from him.
On the verge of cumming I went down sucking his messed lips. It was a nasty kiss with throat slime everywhere. He let me suck on his tongue before I could spit on his face and suck on those lips again. My hand was going down to unzip his wet pants. The cock coming out was beautiful, I must say. It had more veins than mine but was way shorter and thinner. A little delicate stubby four incher making it easy to wrap my hand around it.
My other hand was going to his ass. Feeling it made me want to cry of happiness. It was so huge, so firm and yet it retained the jiggle that any good fat ass had. In between his moist ass cheeks was my perfect prize. It was his soft and pliant, pulsing, incredibly loose and stretchy muscle bitch hole. Three fingers of mine entered him. His anal rim yawned open so eagerly.
That led me to add a fourth finger in there, I was almost at the point of fisting him. There wasn’t a lot of resistance at all and my hands were big! Mr. Herrera was my ideal anal faggot!
“Oh Daniel, fuck! This feels so good… You’re such a perverted motherfucker… Ah… Fuck…” He blasted a wet fart gushing out more anal lube on my hand. “Put your hand in, make me your anal bitch, I played with my toys this morning so there’s some lube stuck in there!” That was the reason for his wet farts! I carefully and slowly pushed my thumb in there. There was more resistance on the knuckle part. I had to put in a little more effort because he was feeling tighter by the second. In a couple minutes, I sank into his hole to twist my wrist inside him drawing more moans out.
I thought it would feel looser with all the stretching, but no... It felt way tighter with his contractions. At some point, he was pushing out and pissing a bit. His warm pee hit my cock made me tremble down to my soul. How could we be getting so trashy, nasty and dirty on the floor of our classroom? How could his butthole be so perfectly trained?
“No Daniel, we have to stop!” Unfortunately, he pushed me away. He was right, but I wanted to fuck his large dumphole! We could be found by anyone in there and just be in huge troubled times though. I didn’t need to slide my fist out of him so carefully but I did. A guy like me would do absolutely anything for a bottom like him.
Again, a lot of guys like to fantasize about their anal sluts like submissive little tight boys. That wasn’t for me, Mr. Herrera’s turned me into the dominated one. It was worth it, even coming so close to worshiping my anal king was worth it. He could see the eagerness in my eyes when I licked his anal juices off of my hand. Mr. Herrera turned around on his fours spreading his magnificent ass to soju me his slightly gaped bitch hole. He looked so amazing, the red of his rectum was just beautiful!
“You gotta be my anal king Sir… There’s no way I’m letting go of you. Please, I’ll do anything you want. My cock, my fist, my face… My whole body is at your service! Just let me be the nastiest man on Earth for you…” I begged with a shaky voice. My words were truly honest. I was also on the verge of crying because I couldn’t lose the opportunity. Deep down inside I wanted to impress him so he’d be my man in some sort of way or another.
“We just can’t do it here. Tomorrow is Saturday. You can come by my house.” He didn’t need to spread himself, I cupped his bum cheeks as hard as they could. I was spreading them up again. I wanted to tear him apart until his butthole would be a swollen, prolapsing mess. My cock was already at his anal door, rubbing against it.
“Just one more fart!” I begged. He took a deep breath, cutting a loud one. His gushy insides sounded like deep pipes gurgling in despair. The farts were also so odorless that I knew he was completely clean which was amazing. That is, besides the smell of anal, which is quite natural to any butthole, there was just the smell of saliva and the prolonged butthole singing a hypnotic tune.
“I can’t tomorrow. The frat guys are going to notice it.” I still had to keep my relationship with him a secret. I was out and about when it came to my sexuality but another problem with teacher relationships could cost me a lot.
“Just tell them you’re coming by to help me organize my home and wash my car. It does need to be washed indeed.” I agreed but before letting go my face went down so I could suck on his marvelous wet lippy butthole.
He moaned so beautifully. It was so high pitched, just like a little girl. He did it while shaking, jumping and bouncing around from being extra sensitive. I was in love with him and his body, so much my tongue slipped in his rectum!
Although I wanted fuck his butthole, I could wait one more day. If he let me go pound it now, we wouldn’t leave that classroom before I’d break everything apart including him and the room.
Once we managed to be apart the mood was a little awkward. We had to try and dry some of the mess from the floor with a couple towels I was carrying on my backpack. There were enough to clean ourselves a bit but it was obvious we were covered in sexual fluids. There was also this long time we had to wait before coming out of the room so no one would be around. Time enough for us to chat about other stuff and for me to discover more about him.
We tried to stay away from sex talk as much as we could but it wasn’t until an hour and half after our little dangerous altercation that we could come out. I went to my room sliding into the showers as fast as I could. He drove himself home.
We still texted for a bit but no sex talk, except for him asking me not to cum until we would meet the next day. Mr. Herrera said he wanted my jizz flooding his bowels. It was harsh on me but I managed to get some sleep after watching some boring series to take my mind out of the gutter. All my seed was reserved to be dumped on his fuckhole.
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