Teacher's Slut

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Joey Caldwell stared at the "F" at the top of his history test. "Fuck," he thought. "How the hell am I gonna get my grades up in time for graduation this spring?" he wondered. His parents would kill him if he kept bringing home more Fs, but what the fuck was he supposed to do? Most of his time was consumed with sports; as the top athlete in the school, he played football in the fall and baseball in the spring, and had to keep his body in top shape, so most of his off-time was spent either working out, or with his girlfriend (sometimes working out with his girlfriend). Coach threatened to cut him from the team if he didn't start passing his history tests. He sighed, put the paper in his backpack, and walked out of the classroom.

Troy Cohen, or Mr. C, as his students called him, could see the frustration on Joey's face. Joey wasn't a bad student, and wasn't even doing too badly in his other classes, but nonetheless, Mr. C's class seemed to fall through the cracks for him. Mr. C, in his mid-twenties, was a new teacher; it was his first year teaching, in fact. The school district had assigned him to teach high school history. He didn't like seeing his students struggle, but it seemed like there was nothing he could do. If Joey got another failing grade, he'd have to tell the coach. As much value as the school put in their athletes, they couldn't allow athletics to get in the way of academics.

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That Friday, Joey approached Mr. C after class. "Mr. C, I know I'm not doing too great, and if I get another F, I could get kicked off the team," he said.

"I know that," Mr. C said. "Sorry Joey. I'm afraid there's not much that I can do. You'll just need to find time to study more."

"What if you tutored me? After class. Do you think that would help?" Joey asked.

Mr. C considered for a moment. This was the last class of the day, and he wasn't usually too busy afterwards; he mostly just graded papers and prepared the next day's lesson plan. "Well," he said. "I suppose. How does Monday and Wednesday afternoon sound?" Mr. C asked.

"That's great!" Joey said. "I'll be there, thank you!"

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The following Monday, Joey stayed back after class. They began the tutoring session, and Joey tried as hard as he could. Mr. C and Joey's tutoring session continued for an hour, but it didn't look like they were making much progress. It just wasn't sinking in. At this rate, Mr. C wasn't sure Joey would be ready for the test next week. "Shit!" Joey blurted out, as he got another answer wrong. Mr. C was no stranger to swearing; he'd let a few four-letter words out in class himself sometimes, and didn't censor that language in students.

"I'm sorry, Joey, but you're going to have to try harder if you want to pass the test."

"Please, Mr. C! It's not working. There must be another way! Can't you give me extra credit or something? I'll do anything, I just need to pass!"

Mr. C shook is head. "I'm sorry, Joey. I can't just raise your grade; it wouldn't be right."

"Please! There must be something I can do! Write a paper, wash your car, something!" Joey was truly desperate here, and Mr. C could tell; he didn't want to be cut from the team and didn't want to risk losing his lucrative sports scholarships that several top universities had offered him.

Unbeknownst to Joey, Mr. C did have a problem of his own. He'd initially brushed it off, but his own desperation was peaking too. Mr. C had lived with his girlfriend for several months. His girlfriend was beautiful; the hottest piece of ass he'd ever seen, but there was one problem: she wouldn't put out. She had wanted to wait until marriage, and while Mr. C thought he could hold out that long, jerking off to porn, it was starting to get to him. That solution had worked for a while before they'd moved in together; he could watch porn and rub one out whenever he wanted to. Now, he was finding it much harder to do when he girlfriend was home. He'd needed at least a mouth to use, but this wasn't a large town. People talk, and he couldn't be unfaithful like that to his girlfriend.

In his and Joey's desperation, he felt like he'd finally found a solution, which was becoming more and more palatable as both of them grew more desperate. "Well," he began. "There may be one thing. If you did it, I'd give you a bump to your grades, enough to pass and stay on the team."

Joey's face practically lit up. "What is it?!" he begged to know.

"I'd like you to suck my cock." Joey was taken aback. Mr. C wanted a blowjob?! Joey could barely find the words to respond. He was as straight as they come, a classic bro-type frat jock in the making, and had hooked up with practically every girl in school. When he was younger, he'd jerked off with a few teammates, but he'd never even touched them. The thought of being with a dude grossed him out.

"I-I'm not gay..." Joey stammered.

"Neither am I," Mr. C said. "But my girlfriend wants to wait until marriage, and everyday I'm getting more desperate. You don't have to do it, but I'd help you out if you helped me out." Mr. C got up to put papers away on his desk.

"Wait!" Joey said. He couldn't believe he was actually considering this, but it sounded so easy. Just suck Mr. C off, and he'd pass. It was disgusting, but if that was really all it took, would he be a fool not to do it? He'd done plenty of disgusting things in his life; it would be no more disgusting than cleaning the toilet; just another chore he'd have to get over with. "Okay...I'll do it." Joey said. Mr. C smiled. Joey was actually gonna do it! If he was gonna get a blowjob from a dude, better that it's one of the objectively hottest guys in the school. It helped that he'd overheard plenty of girls who raved about him in the hallways, and about how good he was. (Not that Mr. C was bad-looking himself; a former student athlete, he still kept a muscular body, and had also overheard plenty of students, both girls and a few gay guys, fawn over him) But would those skills translate? Only one way to find out.

Mr. C turned around. Slowly, he unbuttoned his pants, and pulled his growing cock out of his underwear. "Come here," he said calmly. Joey complied, and bent down in front of Mr. C. Slowly, he took Mr. C's penis in his hand, and started jerking it off. He felt the cock grow in his hand, and knew that it was definitely bigger than any he'd ever seen before, and it hadn't even reached full mast yet. It looked perfect; thick, veiny, circumcised, and rock solid. This was the first time he'd ever held a dick other than his own, and although he felt uncomfortable, he kept going. Joey licked the end of Mr. C's shaft once or twice, then slowly engulfed the rest into his warm wet mouth.

"Oooohhhh... mmmmmmmmm." Mr. C moaned softly, as he felt Joey sucking gently, swirling his tongue along the underside of Mr. C's member, feeling its powerful throbbing veins against his lips. "Ahhhhh fuck..." Mr. C groaned loudly, and started thrusting forward slightly, trying to push further inside his mouth. Joey started bobbing his head, he felt the cock finally harden fully, stretching his cheeks as he sucked the big tool.

"It feels huge. What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Joey thought. Nonetheless, Mr. C grabbed the back of Joey's head, and began pushing it onto him. Every inch that went in made a loud slurping noise; each movement sent waves shooting throughout Mr. Cohens' entire manhood.

He stopped moving immediately, and released the now throbbing hard organ from his mouth with a plop. Joey gasped for air as Mr. C gave him some space to catch his breath.

"Ready to continue?" Mr. C asked.

"Just give me a minute," Joey panted. "That cock is fuckin' huge."

"Of course," Mr. C replied. When Joey was ready, he picked up where he left off, pressing his dick deep within Joey's throat again. Joey gagged momentarily, but Mr. C kept pumping and soon Joey adjusted to having such a massive object stuffed down his gullet. He could feel Mr. C's balls slapping against the bottom of his chin as well. Joey could hardly breathe anymore as Mr. C pushed deeper still. Finally, he felt Mr. C reach base. Finally, Joey started breathing through his nose, and the whole thing went down much easier. He started to get the hang of it, using his hands and mouth to work his young teacher's big cock.

"Oh yeah...that's it, Joey, suck my big dick. Fuck!" Mr. C exclaimed quietly, as he watched Joeys eyes roll back in his head and drool drip from his lip. "Good job," he whispered, reaching behind him to grab Joey by the hair, pulling upwards, forcing him off him until only half his cock remained in his mouth. Once again, he started fucking Joey's head on his cock, using the straight jock's throat like a human fucktoy.

"Fuuuckkkk... ahhhfff... aarrrgggghh!!!" Joey yelled louder than he intended, but somehow managed to keep Mr. C's monster buried in his face. Mr. C grunted as he shot load after spurt into Joey's mouth.

"Ahhhhh fuuuuccccckkk!!" He screamed. And just like that, Mr. C came in Joey's mouth. His jizz spurted deep into the jock's throat, flooding it as the warm, creamy liquid pumped out. "Swallow it all, boy! Do it for the A!" he growled, as Joey reluctantly swallowed the massive load. It tasted salty and thick, but not as bad as he expected it might. Mr. C pulled his deflating dick out of the hunk's throat, letting him collapse on the floor in exhaustion as he sat back on his desk to regain his own energy.

"Okay, you've earned that A," Mr. C panted.