Physics Teacher

I look forward to Autumn with great anticipation each year. Being a physics teacher, I have a new crop of boys and girls to train. Fortunately, in my case it is mostly boys. Parents and administrators keep a keen eye on teachers who have a lot of physical contact with students, such as the Physical Education teachers or coaches, and they cast a wary eye on the drama and music teachers, but those of us who teach the hard and boring classes such as physics, mathematics, and economics are completely off their radar screens.

And I do my best to keep up a dry, stodgy appearance. It’s not that hard really, when you’re an old fart like me. Even most of my pupils have no idea what I’m really thinking. I am very firm with my students. I don’t stand for any disturbance in my classes and my students know this. I drill it into them from the start. I am so stern with them at the beginning, that they respect me and a number of them actually are afraid of me. I can sense it when I walk by their desks and lean over their shoulders to see how they are progressing on their studies.

Most of them practically stop breathing when I am by their side. Their hearts race and their faces turn flush. When I lean forward to exam their papers and can smell the sweat on their young, innocent bodies, well, it gives me a good hardon every time. More than once, in the five minutes between classes, I’ve had to lock my classroom door and furiously beat off before the next bunch of pimple heads comes in. I know it all sounds cruel, but trust me, it is for their own good. They concentrate better when they are quiet and are more studious when they realize that it is impossible for them to be mischievous. This autumn I had some very promising young boys.

There was red headed Brandon, who was on the swim team and came in each morning fresh from the pool after a hard work out. I loved the smell of his wet hair and the aroma of his flush skin. And then there was Nicholas, a very bright lad with smooth, velvety ebony skin. His mind was so quick I had to give him extra work from the start to keep him preoccupied. When I passed out assignments, he was always done before anyone else. And there was Thomas, a dark haired boy, not too bright, but with very thick, strong thighs and a most promising pouch between his legs. At first I imagined he must be a runner, but I found out that he worked with his dad and uncle evenings and weekends helping them with their small moving business.

Even though I was strict with my students, I cared deeply for them. For those who needed or wanted it, I offered private tutoring. When Nicholas first came to me asking for some extra time so he could advance his studies, I was concerned that with a mind as bright as his, that he would quickly exhaust me. I was also worried that I’d get an incurable boner if I was alone with him in the classroom and that he would be offended and tell someone. The working class boys like Thomas always knew how to handle a boner, but the more refined lads often were confused about such things and tended to discuss such matters with their parents. Nicholas had a free hour after lunch and my afternoon classes didn’t start until 2 p.m., so I agreed to spend some extra time with him.

On our first session, he arrived with some library books on physics he found interesting and so we sat facing each other, reading and discussing them. As we progressed, I noticed that something was starting to bother him. There was a very apparent rise occurring between his legs. “What’s the matter, Nicholas. Is there something wrong?” I asked. He shook his head violently. “Yes there is,” I said. “Stand up.” With great trepidation, Nicholas lifted up out of his seat. I knelt down in front of Nicholas. His slacks were stretching out so far in front that it was obvious he was practically in pain. Of course I had a duty to relieve his tension. When I unzipped him and freed his fully inflamed rod from his jockeys, he let out a sigh of relief. “Is that better?” I asked. Nicholas nodded. “You let me take care of this,” I told him. “I know what boys need.” I pulled his stiff shaft down to my face and smelled it all over.

There is nothing like the fragrance of a boy in heat. As I sniffed and licked his meat, I pulled his slacks and jockeys down to his ankles. I undid my slacks and let my swollen member out. I’m a physics teacher and don’t have a large salary to cover unnecessary dry cleaning bills. My cock was already dripping. I loved making puddles on the floor. My better pupils loved lapping them up. I popped Nicholas’s head into my mouth and started sucking him. As I tasted his juicy prong, I squeezed myself over and over again, forcing thick drops of precum onto the tile floor. I wanted to have plenty for Nicholas to lap in case he turned out to be one of my better pupils. Already, the boy was starting to quiver.

The working class lads were used to these situations by the time they were old enough to be in my classes, but these middle-class, protected boys were very naive when it came to their dicks. They were always overwhelmed by their first blow job and didn’t last very long. When Nicholas’s butt began to shake in my hands, I pulled off him. “Take off your shirt, boy,” I told him. When his torso was bare, I demanded, “Get on all fours.” He swooped down to the floor, his face practically buried in my crotch. I grabbed hold of his chin and slapped my cock onto his full lips. “Taste it,” I said. “Stick out your tongue.” The feel of his warm, wet tongue on my meat was very gratifying. He was very hungry for cock, that was clear.

I pried open his mouth with my fingers and crammed myself inside. I pumped my cock in and out of his face quickly, pausing only when he had to gulp for air. My crotch was sweating and filling Nicholas’s head with rich, funky odors. I slid my hand down his back and hooked my finger into his butt hole. It was hot and moist inside. I pulled my finger out of his hole and reached under his body for his cock. It was practically streaming with precum. I rammed my cock deeper down his throat and fucked his face good and steady.

Then I pulled my cock all the way out of his mouth. He immediately tried to suck it back in, but I teased him, drawing it just out of reach. “You want some more?” I asked. “Yes, Sir,” he said. I grabbed his short, curly hair and slapped his face with my juicy prod. He tried latching onto my cock with his mouth as I rubbed it across his face. When he caught it, he swallowed as much as he could. I was ready now to finish him off, so I grabbed him by his ears and fucked his face good. Then I blasted a hefty load right down his gullet.

He swallowed it just like I knew he would. In all my years of breaking in lads, I’d never had a kid spit out my cum. When he was done drinking my load, I pumped him until he squirted cum all over the tile floor. Then as I hoped, he eagerly lapped his juices and my puddle right off the floor. He didn’t know it at the time, but he earned an A for the semester with that. Our free hour was coming to a close. I helped him get dressed and managed to unlock the classroom door before the bell rang.