Miseducation

An Erotic Short Story

If you had met me in high school you wouldn’t recognize me today. Dropping a couple pounds and gaining some muscle tone does a lot for your confidence and mental health. I’m not as reserved as I was back then. In high school I was the joke of my class but now I rule my college campus. I’ve come from the object of ridicule to the object of desire. Straight, gay, bi… Who the hell cares as long as you’re hot? Your cock is all I want and I will do what I have to in order to get it.

What can I say? I’m a cunning little pig. I love sex and I’m always cruising for my next conquest. I’ve gone to every football game my college has had and it’s not because I have a love for the sport. Those players are what draw me to the stadium. The thought of all of them taking their turns with me in the locker room showers is what keep me warm on those chilly autumn nights. I managed to score one a couple semesters back. Davis was his name. He was a senior. I was a freshman. He was lean but broad shouldered. Not seen as much of a prize to some of my friends. They would’ve changed their minds if they had seen the massiveness between his legs. God had blessed him with nine delicious inches of gratification.

In the privacy of my dorm we lay sixty-nine on the bed, his face engrossed in my ass and his cock down my throat. My hand runs up and down his long shaft as my tongue swirls about his head. A finger pushes in my hole and I whimper. He’s prepping me for what is about to come. Davis gets up on his knees and spits into his hand, coating himself with saliva. I get on all fours and stick my ass up for him.

“It’s all yours.”

I groan deliciously as he sinks his meat into me, thankful that he had prepared my hole. I hear him moan slightly and his hands grab my waist.

“Fuck, Nate! You’re tight!”

I laugh a bit, elated that I could give him something that his idiot girlfriend couldn’t. After a few determined thrusts, he realized I could take him and he started plowing me. Davis’s immense manhood hammered my ass, opening and investigating my depths. I grabbed the side of the mattress, trying my best not to lose myself. His cock swept past my prostate, shooting a sharp wave of ecstasy through my body. My dick untouched I came, firing cum across the bedspread in strong white spurts.

Contented, I smiled. It was rare that I ever came both quick and hard like that.

With a grin on his face, Davis moaned. Now it was his turn to blow.

“Come in me,” I crooned, craving to feel his cum shoot inside and then ooze out of my hole.

His stride accelerated, pounding me deep. Davis hollered and I trembled as I felt his seed spray. His hands holding me tightly, ensuring that I took all of his jizz. If I were insecure I would’ve asked if I were better than any of the girls he had been with. I knew I was the best. Only a man knows how to truly satisfy another man and when it comes to man ass, there isn’t a better alternative.

My little trysts with Davis seem like a lifetime ago. We snuck around for a few months after that until he graduated and moved away. Now he’s married and has kids. I sometimes find myself wondering who he’s sneaking around with now. Although he remained stalwart about his alleged heterosexuality, I know I’ve left an indelible imprint upon him as of many of the “straight” guys I’ve accommodated. They always come back for more sooner or later.

I started to grow bored junior year. Letting these repressed hot guys have their way with me was starting to lose its appeal. Don’t get me wrong. The sex with all of them was incredible, but I needed a change. I needed something different. What I needed was a challenge.

It was like God had answered my prayers that spring. The challenge came in the form of my Russian Literature professor, William Flynn, a tall statuesque blonde with deep blue eyes and a hypnotic smile. I got hard the moment I saw him, thinking about how he would look lying naked on my bed. He was married, of course. Just my luck, but when have I let a few bullshit marriage vows stop me? Fuck Tolstoy. Fuck Dostoyevsky. Flynn’s body was the only thing I wanted to study.

Before I just pounced, I decided to learn a thing or two about my target. Not only he is married but he has a three-year-old daughter. He graduated Cornell with a Bachelor’s in Communications before going to Dartmouth to obtain a Master’s in Russian Literature. He was a frequent of Ivy League schools. He’s obviously a blue blood. His punctuality and manner had more than established that.

Though Flynn was visually appealing, his personality proved the contrary to his looks. Most of his peers viewed him as somewhat of a no-nonsense kind of guy. I saw him for what he was, a prick. From the start, I wrestled with dropping his class but by the time I had sold myself on the idea it was too late. Senioritis had set in and I hardly had any motivation nor cared about the class. I tried my best to snap out of it but all attempts were fruitless. I was doing okay with my other courses, but it was Flynn’s physical prowess that contributed to my inattentiveness to his class.

All of the female students and staff in his department were enamored with him. Mooning over how hot he was, willing to forgive his shitty attitude towards them. A week before finals, I caught a peak of his body. I had gone to the pool late one night, knowing that hardly anybody would be there when I saw Professor Flynn striding towards the diving board. I know I said he was a fucking prick, but I still got hard and almost started drooling. His chest muscles were large, smooth, and pronounced. His nipples large like quarters and red like ripe cherries. The outline of his elephant sized cock enticed me through his dark Speedos.

With absolute concentration, he mounted the diving board and flawlessly dived into the pool. His body spliced the water and cruised effortlessly beneath the surface in the grace of a shark. Flynn swam over to where I was watching. His large frame rose from the pool like Botticelli’s Aphrodite causing water to cascade down his flat, sculpted stomach. His eyes, bloodshot from the chlorine, fixed on me and he casually climbed from the pool.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he glared. “You need to be in your dorm studying.”

His tone was blunt and cold. There wasn’t a note of emotion in his voice.

“I’m allowed to take a study break, aren’t I?”

He grabbed his towel from the nearby rack and started drying off. “Your grades are abysmal. You can’t afford to take a break.”

With that, he walked away. I had felt like he had punched me in the gut. There may have been some truth to what he was saying, but this was college not high school. Who the fuck did he think he was? I didn’t need a fucking lecture about my grades.

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I knew that my feelings on his attitude would never change, but I still craved him. Asshole or not, he was still hot as hell. With my dilemma, it finally dawned on me that I could kill two birds with one stone. The following morning I asked the professor after class if I could meet him at his office later that day. I told him that I wanted to discuss my D average. He, at first, looked at me strangely and then his eyebrow rose as if to insinuate he thought I was up to something. I was. Regardless in his annoyed way, he finally agreed to our meeting. I ran back to my dorm, took a shower, and gave myself an enema. I was determined to be ready for him. My cock throbbed with excitement but I didn’t dare jerk off. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this plan wouldn’t work.

I reached his office early and as expected he wasn’t there. It was typical of professors in this department to leave their office door open while they were gone. I ambled in and noticed that a bookshelf sitting directly across the room from his desk. Perfect! I whipped out my phone and activated its camera before placing it discreetly on one of the shelves. Taking a seat, I noticed a couple portraits sitting on his computer desk. One was of him, his wife, and his daughter. This little memento of domesticity didn’t deter me. He had pissed me off and I was going to have my cake and eat it too.

“You’re early.” His voice was sudden and deep.

“I always try to be on time.”

He closed the door behind him and took his seat behind the desk. “Well, that’s one thing you seem to care about.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that and I frankly didn’t care. He was mine. He just didn’t know it yet.

“You said that you wanted to talk about your poor performance?”

“I wanted to know why I have a D average.” I already knew, but I figured I should play dumb. Let this son of a bitch feel superior one last time.

“Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that?”

“I’ve done every assignment. I haven’t missed a single class-”

“You don’t try hard enough.” His demeanor was calm. “The papers you turn in are half assed and you haven’t gotten anything higher than a C minus on a single test.”

“I try my best.” Another lie.

“Evidently, it isn’t good enough. And, no, I will not be grading on a curve.”

His condescending tone made me hate him even more at that moment. “I was trying to make the Dean’s List this semester.”

“Well, you failed. As you’ll soon learn in life, Mr. Bishop, we don’t always get what we want,” he finished bluntly. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

I smirked. Now was my time to strike. “What the hell is your problem?” I asked. “What? The little wife hasn’t been fulfilling her wifely duties lately?”

He looked up at me. “Excuse me?”

I got out of my chair and walked casually around the desk to him. “There has to be a reason as to why you’re such an asshole. It’s either you’re truly full of it or your wife isn’t giving you what you need.”

He just stared at me, a little confused. “Get the hell out of here,” he snapped. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

I knew and he knew that I knew. The truth was written all over his face. It had obviously been a while since this jerk had shot a load. I sank to my knees and gently buried my face in his crotch. Through his khakis, I could feel his cock start to grow.

“You need to get out.”

I ignored him. I could tell from his voice that he wanted this. He didn’t try to stop me, did he? He could have easily shoved me back and I would’ve gone about my merry way, but he didn’t. He saw an opportunity and he willingly took it. I unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. I pulled out his partially hard dick and stroked it. I looked up at him. He craved it.

“You’re full of aggression,” I smirked at him, “and you need somebody to take it out on.”

I ran the tip of my tongue up the base of his shaft to the head of his cock. He shuttered and then a breathless moan escaped him. I had him. My mouth consumed his dick. I sucked him intensely while I stroked his shaft. I felt his hand rest lightly on the back of my head as his breaths grew deeper.

Kissing his neck, I began unbuttoning his shirt. He was now unable to resist me. His mouth found mine and shoving a hand down my pants, he grabbed my cock. I took off my shirt and he abandoned his. Locked in an embrace, he picked me up and slammed me on his desk. Kneeling down, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and buried his face in my ass. I trembled, feeling him thrusting in and out of my hole, gently caressing my sensitive spots with the very tip of his tongue.

I didn’t have to beg him. We were now of one accord. He knew I was ready. As he pushed himself in, we both gasped. I entangled my legs about his waist as I felt his cock embed itself in my hole. I grabbed the edge of the desk preparing myself for the power that he was soon to bestow on me. A whimper came out of me as he pounded me harder. The sound of our skin slapping filled the room. With his brow glistening with sweat, he tilted his head back and moaned.

“That’s it,” I said gently. “Fuck the cum outta me!”

“I don’t know if I can go on like this.”

I smiled. I grabbed his head and pulled the professor down to me, kissing him deeply. “Let me, babe.”

I flipped him onto his back on the desk with me now atop him. I saw his eyes rolled back in his head as I lowered myself onto his rod. My hands on his smooth hairless chest, I proceeded to ride him.

“Oh shit.”

I grabbed his hands and placed them on my chest, allowing them to run down my torso. Tightening my hole, I rode him harder. My hips gyrated, doing my damnedest to make his cock relinquish that seed.

I bite my lip. “Are you close? I am.”

“Oh fuck…”

“How’s that ass feel? I bet your wife doesn’t ride your cock like that.”

“Oh god…” He was in paradise and I knew it.

I wanted to cum myself, but I was going to make him surrender first. He was going to know who the fuck I was by the time I got done with him. “Mmm. Come on, fucker! Cum! I want that hot load in my ass!”

“Oh fuck!”

“Yeah! Breed me! Shoot it!”

His grip tightened on my hips and he let out a yell that filled the room. I felt him explode within me, creaming my insides. Half conscious, the professor laid beneath me as I came all over his chest, my orgasm intense and soul shattering. I sighed with immense satisfaction and kissed him once again. He was trembling. Never before had he experience such nirvana. Exhausted, I clambered off him. His cum trickling from my ass, I started to dress. Not before I grabbed my phone from the bookshelf. It had recorded everything.

I looked over at Flynn. Soaked with perspiration, he wearily peeled himself off his desk and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He sniffed. Still trembling, he reached for his pants.

“Your wife ever made you come that hard?”

Averting my gaze, he threw on his shirt. His already perfect chest glistened with the added benefit of my cum. “Get out.”

“Oh, you’re that type,” I laughed. “Once you get what you need fuck everybody else.”

“I said, get the fuck out!” Now he was angry.

“I don’t like your tone.”

“That isn’t my problem.”

“No, but I’m sure this video of you fucking my brains out is.”

Flynn ceased buttoning his shirt and stared. His demeanor hardened. “You sick son of a bitch!”

My smile grew. “You’re an intelligent man. So you already know what I want. I think I should pass with flying colors considering. I believe giving you the fuck of your life shouldn’t warrant anything less than an A minus.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“If I post this video you’ll not only lose your job but your family as well. I don’t think the little wifey would take kindly to seeing that a man can get her husband off better than she can.”

His eyes remained glued upon me. I could tell that he wanted to kill me, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t my fault that he fell into the trap.

“So, do we have an understanding?” I said, rubbing salt in the wounds.

Pissed, the professor flopped back into his chair and silently went to work on his computer. Smiling happily, I grabbed the rest of my stuff and walked triumphantly out of the office. It was clear. Good had conquered evil.