Like most colleges mine required at least two semesters of a foreign language, we could choose Spanish, French, German, or Arabic. I chose Spanish because I had taken it in high school and had a basic understanding of the language. I soon discovered high school and college level Spanish are very different and I really struggled in the class.
After failing the first exam with a 46, I asked the professor if he would be willing to tutor me after classes. He said usually he would have his assistant tutor students but since he could tell I really was trying hard in class that he would help me. We set up our first meeting in his office at 6pm the following evening, I thought this was a bit late and told him I was sorry he was staying later just to help me, but he explained the Thursdays were his late days anyway, so it was no problem.
At 5:55pm the following day I made my way up the small stairs to his office for my first tutoring session. I knocked on the heavy wooden door and I heard my professors voice calling me in. It was a small office dominated but a large oak desk and what appeared to be a round corner booth salvaged from some restaurant. I set my bookbag down and got out my Spanish notebook. “Just have a seat at the booth and I will join you in just a moment” he said with a smile, gesturing towards the round booth in the corner.
He was an older man in his 60s I guessed with white hair combed over to the right, and a neat salt and pepper beard. While he was older you could see he was still and strong man, who took care of himself and was in decent shape for his age. He always seemed to be in a good mood, with a bright and ready smile, he loved to chat with students and was genuinely interested in his students doing well. He was easy to talk to and just generally a please to be around.
I was sitting on the middle portion of the booth as he plopped onto the seat and slid in next to me. I opened my notebook, and we began going through the assignments and work pages one by one. He threw himself into our study session and I work just as hard to keep up. As our session progressed, I noticed he would inch closer, every so often he would reposition and move just a bit closer. I didn’t think anything of it but by the end of our session his left knee was touching my right and more than once his left hand had grabbed my right knee, or thigh. He talked with his hands and his hand would always land on my leg after he had made and expressive statement, so I simply thought that was it.
After the session I was tired but excited for my newer understanding of the language. But I was also a bit charged from his proximity to me and the touches on my leg, each time seemed to be a bit higher than the previous. I decided walking back to my dorm room on the next session if he made any sort of move, I would just go with them and see where it took me. I was looking forward to next Thursday.
At 5:55pm the next week I again found myself at my Spanish professor’s office doon. I knocked and in his usual cheery voice he called my in. I walked in to find him in gym shorts and a long sleeve bule tee shirt. I was momentary stunned because I had never seen him in anything but a suite. He must have seen the surprise on his face and said, “Please excuse the casual attire, I was off today”.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you didn’t have to come in just for me, we can reschedule if you want” I said. Smiling he said, “No problem, I don’t mind spending an hour with a gool looking guy like you.” He laughed his comment off as he made his was towards the booth. Wasting no time once seated he said, “Ok we are going through the hard stuff today so if you need me to go back over something just say.” I promised I would.
I noticed we began our study session today sitting almost shoulder to shoulder. As the session continued his left hand which had started the session above the table made its was under the table under the guise of scratching an itch on his leg. I was wrapped up in a point he was making when I realized his left hand was resting at the top of my inner right thigh and his pinky finger was slowly working back and forth along my inner thigh. He had me so distracted I didn’t even notice the move. I decided to act of if I didn’t notice and asked another question to keep the conversation moving. I opened my legs and eased in his direction a tab as though repositioning to a more comfortable position.
As he talked for kept me mentally occupied, I felt his left hand move deeper between my legs, the movement was slow and calculated. He maintained and energetic study session above the table but under the table was a different story. I played along. After a time assuming he had me too preoccupied to notice his hand between my legs I felt his pinky start moving around again, this time he made solid contact with the head of my soft cock through my thin shorts. I purposely went commando for this session and wore thin lose athletic shorts.
As the session carried on I got an idea, I wondered what would happen if I simply scratched my leg with my right hand pulling up my shorts in the process and just left by bare thigh exposed. Give his left had some skin to feel. Never breaking eye contact with him and completely engaging in our discussion I subconsciously scratched my right thigh pulling my shorts up as high as I could without seeming too obvious. All the while pretending not to notice his left hand. Make him think you have fallen for his trap.
For a time, nothing happened, his left hand stayed in place, still, and he continued the study session as if nothing were out of the ordinary. But soon enough I felt his left-hand shift just a bit as he allowed his palm to come to rest on my bare thigh, slowly, very slowly his fingers followed until his hand was resting on the exposed skin of my inner thigh. The excitement of his touch was being to cause me to become aroused which somehow, I had managed to control before now. But this new development was too much for my 20-year-old body to handle.
He continued to talk but I was losing focus on his words and the growing sensation between my legs was becoming harder to ignore. When his pinky touched my scrotum for the first time it sent a tingle up my spine. I couldn’t take it any longer and while he was in mid-sentence blurted out. “Professor if you want to grab my dick just do it, you’re killing me.” For a moment he seemed genuinely surprised but minutes later I felt his had confidently slide under the fabric of my shorts and wrap around my growing cock. “I knew you would be a big thick boy” he said. I reached my right hand towards his cock and found it already stone hard and hot with the blood coursing through it. He let me go and with both hands moved the table away from the booth to give us both room.
“Stand up,” he said. I did as I was told. Not hesitating and with one motion he pulled my shorts to my ankles and smiled looking at my half naked body in his office. “Take your shirt off too” he said while himself standing and beginning to pull his long sleeve tee over his head. “Get on your knees and suck my cock” he said in a crisp tone. I dropped to my knees pulling his shorts down as I went, his cock was big, thick, and heavy in my hands. I took his hard cock in my mouth. It was salty from sweat and his precum. He had a thick mushroom head, and it filled my mouth. Placing his hand on my head he began working his cock deeper down my throat. I started to gag a bit and he pushed into my mouth harder, “I love hearing a boy gag on my meat.” Holding me in place while I gaged and chocked on his solid cock he said, “You feel so good on my cock, I’m going to shoot my cum down your throat and you better take every drop.” Finally releasing me I came up for a quick breath then took him down my throat again, the tip of my nose resting in his thick white pubic hair.
I began sucking his cock with the intention of making him cum, I wanted to be the reason his balls would be satisfied today. Using my hand and my mouth to work his shaft I paid close attention to use my tongue to flick the frenulum on the base of that massive mushroom head. His moans deepened as I worked that beautiful cock and I felt him tensing up, sensing his was close to climax I took his cock deep in the throat and felt him grab the back of my head to keep me in place, his body heaved under me as he pumped his load into my open throat. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I felt his balls contract up under my hands. I slowly began to come up and off his cock, stopping at the head I gave it a few milking sucks to make sure I got all his juice I could. I knelt on my knees between my Spanish professors’ legs looking at the man I had just made cum, I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself.
Still breathing heavy from his orgasm, he said, “let’s talk about these study sessions.” I said, “Ok” and sat back on the floor of his office completely naked and ready to hear what he had to say. “Are you ever going to use Spanish after you graduate?” he asked. “No” I replied flatly. “Fine, then from now on every Thursday you come to my house, and we will play around there, you make my cum each week and you will pass the class with a B, if you let me fuck you, then you pass the class with an A” he said as if giving normal instructions to a class. “What will it be” he asked. “I want and A” I said smiling. His smile grew and he said, “I was hoping that would be your answer.”
“Get dressed and go on, it is getting late, and I don’t want to rouse suspicions with campus security” he said as he stood from the booth seat. “See you in class tomorrow, and I’m sure you understand this is just between us,” he said. Pulling on my shorts I replied, “I understand sir, this is too good of a deal to mess up,” I said smiling.
Walking back to my dorm the cool evening air felt good on my still semi-hard cock. I was relieved to be done with trying to learn Spanish, but more so I couldn’t wait for next Thursday’s session with him.
After failing the first exam with a 46, I asked the professor if he would be willing to tutor me after classes. He said usually he would have his assistant tutor students but since he could tell I really was trying hard in class that he would help me. We set up our first meeting in his office at 6pm the following evening, I thought this was a bit late and told him I was sorry he was staying later just to help me, but he explained the Thursdays were his late days anyway, so it was no problem.
At 5:55pm the following day I made my way up the small stairs to his office for my first tutoring session. I knocked on the heavy wooden door and I heard my professors voice calling me in. It was a small office dominated but a large oak desk and what appeared to be a round corner booth salvaged from some restaurant. I set my bookbag down and got out my Spanish notebook. “Just have a seat at the booth and I will join you in just a moment” he said with a smile, gesturing towards the round booth in the corner.
He was an older man in his 60s I guessed with white hair combed over to the right, and a neat salt and pepper beard. While he was older you could see he was still and strong man, who took care of himself and was in decent shape for his age. He always seemed to be in a good mood, with a bright and ready smile, he loved to chat with students and was genuinely interested in his students doing well. He was easy to talk to and just generally a please to be around.
I was sitting on the middle portion of the booth as he plopped onto the seat and slid in next to me. I opened my notebook, and we began going through the assignments and work pages one by one. He threw himself into our study session and I work just as hard to keep up. As our session progressed, I noticed he would inch closer, every so often he would reposition and move just a bit closer. I didn’t think anything of it but by the end of our session his left knee was touching my right and more than once his left hand had grabbed my right knee, or thigh. He talked with his hands and his hand would always land on my leg after he had made and expressive statement, so I simply thought that was it.
After the session I was tired but excited for my newer understanding of the language. But I was also a bit charged from his proximity to me and the touches on my leg, each time seemed to be a bit higher than the previous. I decided walking back to my dorm room on the next session if he made any sort of move, I would just go with them and see where it took me. I was looking forward to next Thursday.
At 5:55pm the next week I again found myself at my Spanish professor’s office doon. I knocked and in his usual cheery voice he called my in. I walked in to find him in gym shorts and a long sleeve bule tee shirt. I was momentary stunned because I had never seen him in anything but a suite. He must have seen the surprise on his face and said, “Please excuse the casual attire, I was off today”.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you didn’t have to come in just for me, we can reschedule if you want” I said. Smiling he said, “No problem, I don’t mind spending an hour with a gool looking guy like you.” He laughed his comment off as he made his was towards the booth. Wasting no time once seated he said, “Ok we are going through the hard stuff today so if you need me to go back over something just say.” I promised I would.
I noticed we began our study session today sitting almost shoulder to shoulder. As the session continued his left hand which had started the session above the table made its was under the table under the guise of scratching an itch on his leg. I was wrapped up in a point he was making when I realized his left hand was resting at the top of my inner right thigh and his pinky finger was slowly working back and forth along my inner thigh. He had me so distracted I didn’t even notice the move. I decided to act of if I didn’t notice and asked another question to keep the conversation moving. I opened my legs and eased in his direction a tab as though repositioning to a more comfortable position.
As he talked for kept me mentally occupied, I felt his left hand move deeper between my legs, the movement was slow and calculated. He maintained and energetic study session above the table but under the table was a different story. I played along. After a time assuming he had me too preoccupied to notice his hand between my legs I felt his pinky start moving around again, this time he made solid contact with the head of my soft cock through my thin shorts. I purposely went commando for this session and wore thin lose athletic shorts.
As the session carried on I got an idea, I wondered what would happen if I simply scratched my leg with my right hand pulling up my shorts in the process and just left by bare thigh exposed. Give his left had some skin to feel. Never breaking eye contact with him and completely engaging in our discussion I subconsciously scratched my right thigh pulling my shorts up as high as I could without seeming too obvious. All the while pretending not to notice his left hand. Make him think you have fallen for his trap.
For a time, nothing happened, his left hand stayed in place, still, and he continued the study session as if nothing were out of the ordinary. But soon enough I felt his left-hand shift just a bit as he allowed his palm to come to rest on my bare thigh, slowly, very slowly his fingers followed until his hand was resting on the exposed skin of my inner thigh. The excitement of his touch was being to cause me to become aroused which somehow, I had managed to control before now. But this new development was too much for my 20-year-old body to handle.
He continued to talk but I was losing focus on his words and the growing sensation between my legs was becoming harder to ignore. When his pinky touched my scrotum for the first time it sent a tingle up my spine. I couldn’t take it any longer and while he was in mid-sentence blurted out. “Professor if you want to grab my dick just do it, you’re killing me.” For a moment he seemed genuinely surprised but minutes later I felt his had confidently slide under the fabric of my shorts and wrap around my growing cock. “I knew you would be a big thick boy” he said. I reached my right hand towards his cock and found it already stone hard and hot with the blood coursing through it. He let me go and with both hands moved the table away from the booth to give us both room.
“Stand up,” he said. I did as I was told. Not hesitating and with one motion he pulled my shorts to my ankles and smiled looking at my half naked body in his office. “Take your shirt off too” he said while himself standing and beginning to pull his long sleeve tee over his head. “Get on your knees and suck my cock” he said in a crisp tone. I dropped to my knees pulling his shorts down as I went, his cock was big, thick, and heavy in my hands. I took his hard cock in my mouth. It was salty from sweat and his precum. He had a thick mushroom head, and it filled my mouth. Placing his hand on my head he began working his cock deeper down my throat. I started to gag a bit and he pushed into my mouth harder, “I love hearing a boy gag on my meat.” Holding me in place while I gaged and chocked on his solid cock he said, “You feel so good on my cock, I’m going to shoot my cum down your throat and you better take every drop.” Finally releasing me I came up for a quick breath then took him down my throat again, the tip of my nose resting in his thick white pubic hair.
I began sucking his cock with the intention of making him cum, I wanted to be the reason his balls would be satisfied today. Using my hand and my mouth to work his shaft I paid close attention to use my tongue to flick the frenulum on the base of that massive mushroom head. His moans deepened as I worked that beautiful cock and I felt him tensing up, sensing his was close to climax I took his cock deep in the throat and felt him grab the back of my head to keep me in place, his body heaved under me as he pumped his load into my open throat. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I felt his balls contract up under my hands. I slowly began to come up and off his cock, stopping at the head I gave it a few milking sucks to make sure I got all his juice I could. I knelt on my knees between my Spanish professors’ legs looking at the man I had just made cum, I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself.
Still breathing heavy from his orgasm, he said, “let’s talk about these study sessions.” I said, “Ok” and sat back on the floor of his office completely naked and ready to hear what he had to say. “Are you ever going to use Spanish after you graduate?” he asked. “No” I replied flatly. “Fine, then from now on every Thursday you come to my house, and we will play around there, you make my cum each week and you will pass the class with a B, if you let me fuck you, then you pass the class with an A” he said as if giving normal instructions to a class. “What will it be” he asked. “I want and A” I said smiling. His smile grew and he said, “I was hoping that would be your answer.”
“Get dressed and go on, it is getting late, and I don’t want to rouse suspicions with campus security” he said as he stood from the booth seat. “See you in class tomorrow, and I’m sure you understand this is just between us,” he said. Pulling on my shorts I replied, “I understand sir, this is too good of a deal to mess up,” I said smiling.
Walking back to my dorm the cool evening air felt good on my still semi-hard cock. I was relieved to be done with trying to learn Spanish, but more so I couldn’t wait for next Thursday’s session with him.
