Lust for the Teacher

[cocklust]

Part 1 of 6.

Student

I knew I was never going to make it through my math class...because I couldn’t stop staring at my gorgeous professor and wondering what he looked like naked.

I had just turned 20 and I was in an advanced calculus class in college. Professor McCoy was 32 and scorchingly hot. Broad shoulders and a tapered waist, with a perfect round ass that I fantasized about fucking every time I looked at it. For months I barely got any work done because as he lectured, I would spend the time thinking about what disgusting things I wanted to do to him.

Two months into the course and I don’t think my dick was ever soft during class. (At least not until I went home to jack off thinking about him fucking the shit out of me).

I know he caught me staring at him more than once. There were a few lingering gazes when he made eye contact with me. Each time it made my cock tingled. Goddamn..how I wanted to see him without those stupid fucking clothes on.

I have always been of the school of thought that finally seeing a man naked is much more exciting than seeing a woman. And it’s not just because I’m gay. It’s just that a man’s body is so much more of a mystery. Think about it: a woman can’t hide the size of her tits. You know how big they are just by looking at her while she's clothed. I’ll never understand why straight guys are so excited to see them bare. I just think, you already knew the basic size and shape of those titties, so what’s the surprise...her nipples? And what else is such a mystery about a woman’s naked body? Whether she shaves her pussy or not? With a man, there is so much more to discover. So much more that he is hiding. Like his muscle tone. And how defined his abs are. And the more exciting things like his body hair. Does he have chest hair? If so, what does it look like? Is it just a sexy tuft in between toned pecs, or is it nicely patterned across the whole chest? Does he have a treasure trail? And what are his armpits like? Full and bushy or neatly maintained? Then of course, there is the best part....his cock. Is it cut or uncut? How big? How thick? And what of the pubic hair? Does he trim or is it a sexy man-forest? Does he shave his balls or leave them hairy? Same for his asshole. Smooth as silk or a light line of hair in the crack? There is so much to discover when taking off a man’s pants. It’s like unwrapping a Christmas present every time.

I loved going up to Professor McCoy's desk after class, when the rest of the students were gone. I would ask him for some extra help on some problems that I genuinely didn’t understand because my thoughts were always occupied with his dick and ass. Even when he tried to explain, I still couldn’t pay attention. I was too busy staring at him. I tried to see if I could spot any sign of chest hair above the neckline of his shirt, but he always had it buttoned with a tie on.

“Dylan, do you understand what I’m saying?”

I shook my head and came out of my lust-induced stupor. “I’m sorry, what?”

Professor McCoy gave me a side-eye. “Are you even focusing?”

“I’m sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.” I stood up and thanked him for his help. It was only then that I realized that my crotch was at eye level with him. I wondered if he could see the outline of my erection straining against my pants.

He looked over to me. “No problem. Any time.”

I tried not to be obvious about my, um...problem, but I inadvertently looked down at my crotch to see if it was noticeable. McCoy followed my eyes down to my bulge, but he quickly looked away. He gave me a half smile and said, “I’ll see you next class.”

I left the room, embarrassed but also excited. The shy part of me was mortified to think that he might have seen that I was aroused, but the voyeuristic side of me was turned on to know that he noticed my raging hard on.

I stopped at the bathroom that was across the hall. I stood at the urinal, but needed to wait until my erection subsided before I could actually take a piss. It was a good thing there was no one else in the bathroom or they would have wondered why I was standing there for so long.

But then the door opened and someone came in. I mentally cursed them and my dick. The guy approached the urinal directly next to mine.

What the fuck? There are five other urinals. You have to pick the one right next to me?

I looked over at the jerk who had no concept of personal urinal space and my heart stopped.

“Oh, hey Professor McCoy.”

“Hey Dylan.”

He looked straight ahead as he unzipped his pants. I couldn’t believe it. My heart was racing. Professor McCoy was standing only inches from me with his cock out. I never dreamed I would be this close to his naked dick. My mind was racing. I wanted to look so bad. But how could I do it without it being obvious?

I heard the splash of his piss hitting the urinal water and knew I had to take a chance. I turned my head very slightly and let my eyes travel down. A lightning quick glance that probably wasn’t noticeable. I looked back towards the front immediately.
I might have been wrong, but I could have sworn that he was standing a little farther back from the urinal than was necessary. Was he trying to tempt me to look at his cock? I know that game. Sometimes I do it myself when the exhibitionist side of me is trying to get another guy to glimpse my dick.

I figured I could take another glance. My window of opportunity was closing. I pretended I was nonchalantly looking at the floor and my eyes went to the right.

There it was. Holy shit. Holy FUCK. It was big and girthy and looked very heavy. I could see his thick stream of piss emptying into the urinal. I was so turned on by the sight. I’ve never been into watersports, but at that moment I would have given anything to have him strip me down and then piss all over my naked body. The sight of that golden liquid streaming from the tip of his cock was so erotic.

I turned my gaze back to the front. There was no way I could piss now. My cock was sticking straight up and was so hard it hurt. His piss stream became just a drip and then from the corner of my eye I saw him give his big flaccid dick a few tugs to the get the last drops out. He put it back into this pants and flushed the toilet.

“Well, see you later Dylan.” He washed his hands, dried them, and left the bathroom. And the whole time, I was still at the urinal.

He must have known that I was hard. There’s no way he would think I was peeing the whole time, especially since there was never a sound of pee hitting the water.

I was mortified and horny at the same time. I started furiously jacking off at the urinal. I closed my eyes and pictured Professor McCoy’s beautiful dick. I imagined licking it, sucking it. Putting it in my ass. I imagined him shooting a load of cum all over me. And, to my surprise, I also imagined him draining his full bladder onto me and bathing me in his hot piss.

I ejaculated hard onto the back of the urinal and stifled a groan because, at that moment, someone else entered the bathroom.

Fuck, I thought, trying to control my orgasm convulsions.

“What’s up Dylan?” It was Riley, a guy from class.

“Oh, hey Riley.” I tried to act like I hadn’t just been beating my meat, but even as I said hello to him I could feel the last spurts of cum leaving my cock. I couldn’t wait to milk the last globs of spooge from myself, because it would be too suspicious. I put my softened and sticky dick back into my pants and flushed the toilet. I went to the sink and washed my hands thoroughly.

As I made my way out of the building, I replayed the whole incident in my head. I could still feel a few drips of semen leaking out. I couldn’t believe what I had seen.

Great, I thought. Now that I’ve gotten a glimpse of his cock, I’ll never be able to focus on the math.

 

[cocklust]

Part 2 of 6.

Teacher

I try not to fantasize about my students. I mean sure, I’m constantly surrounded by hot college guys, but I’m usually able to maintain my professionalism when one of these hot guys are in my class.

But now, there’s Dylan.

He’s easily the most attractive young guy in my advanced calculus class. But I’m not sure he knows it. And for two solid months I’ve been noticing that he always seems to be lost in thought during class. He stares at me vacantly, and when I make eye contact he looks away. I wasn’t sure why. But then he stayed after class to ask for some help and I think I might have gotten a clue.

He was distracted while I was talking to him and then seemed to be in a hurry to leave. But when he got up, I noticed he had a serious boner after talking to me. I looked away quickly, but couldn’t help but smile. It was an attractive bulge. I could see the outline of his cut cock head, and it looked like he was packing some impressive meat. It was a good thing he left right away because otherwise he might have noticed the stiffening of my own cock in my tight pants.

I left the classroom feeling somewhat. I planned to go home, get on my computer, watch some beautiful men sucking and fucking each other, and go to town on my dick. But first, I needed a trip to the bathroom.

And what do I see in the bathroom? Dylan. Standing at the urinal.

I purposely took the urinal right next to him to see how he would react. When he saw it was me, he seemed kind of nervous. I took out my penis and started to piss, and it was obvious that he wanted to look. So I figured I would make it a little easier and stood a little further back. It’s a very subtle move. No one could accuse me of trying to do anything with a student in the bathroom. I mean, guys have their dicks out in bathrooms all the time. Not all urinals have dividers, so sometimes it is unavoidable that you will see a dick or two...even when you don’t intend to.

He looked at my cock. I know he did. I made sure to give him an unobstructed view. When I finished peeing, I gave myself a few obvious yanks to get all the liquid out. Again, not an unusual thing. It’s something you see at the urinals all the time.

By the time I washed my hands and left, Dylan was still at the urinals. I smiled to myself because I knew damn well that he was still hard. Hopefully I gave him some jerk off material. I know he gave me some. Just the thought of my student seeing his teacher’s cock in a non-sexual situation was really hot.

So when I got home, I fantasized about my student while I masturbated.

During the next class session, I made sure to make plenty of eye contact with Dylan. Nothing obvious or flirty. Well, okay…I did try to tease him by standing next to him while I lectured, since my crotch would be at his eye level. I saw him staring at my crotch a few times, and it made it difficult for me to focus. I almost got a boner when I noticed him staring, so I would have to move away from him to another part of the room.

At the end of class, I sat at my desk as the students filed out. The thought of Dylan coming back for more help was giving me a stiffy. And then, without fail, he approached my desk.

“Professor McCoy,” he said, “would you mind explaining that last problem to me? I didn’t really understand it.”

“Sure,” I replied. “But it’s hard to explain while you’re standing over me. Why don’t you have a seat?”

Dylan went to the front row seat and sat down while I rounded my desk and stood in front of him. “Hand me your book, please.” He gave me the textbook and I opened to the necessary page and started talking. While I talked, I thought about how nice it would be to have his lips around my cock.

I started to get an erection and my first impulse was to go sit back at my desk to hide it. But then I reconsidered. The thought of him now seeing me was indescribably hot. I kept talking and my cock kept growing. Every time I would look down at the book, he would look down at my crotch. It got to a point that I was so hard that there was no way he would not notice it. It was creating a massive tent in my khakis that even I could see from my lower peripheral vision.

I finished the problem and asked if he needed to go over another one.

“No thanks. I actually have to get to my weight training class.”

He stood up, and this should come as no surprise, but he also had a raging boner. He grabbed his backpack and left.

Once he was gone, I realized that I still had his textbook.

I could have waited until next class to give it back. Or...I could go across campus to the gym where I knew he would be for his next class.

I decided to bring it to him. But not now. Maybe in an hour. When I knew that class would be over and he would be changing clothes...or even showering.

My favorite place on campus was the locker room for our gym. I’ve seen so much eye candy there. I could go in there at any time and I would be treated to at least three guys either half-naked or fully naked. I’ve seen my share of swinging college dongs in that room.

I entered the locker room, and I knew it wouldn’t seem suspicious. I was a professor, and I was carrying a textbook. I was on official business.

I walked past a young man in his underwear, spraying deodorant in his pits. I made a point of checking him out and was impressed by his bulge.

“Nice,” I said to myself.

I scanned the room for Dylan, but did not see him yet. But it was my lucky day because I did see a few other guys who had just gotten out of the shower. Both were well built. One was gloriously hairy with a thick forest of pubic hair that made his schlong look fairly small.

I hope he’s a grower.

The other guy had a smooth, shaved chest and well-groomed pubic hair over his long cock and smooth nuts. It swayed back and forth when he walked. He reached his locker and bent down to pick up his gym bag.

Wow. You spent so much time shaving that chest and those nuts, maybe you should have taken a razor to that ass crack too.

“Professor McCoy?”

I turned from the naked male display and found Dylan. He had a towel wrapped around his waist.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

I took a second to admire his beautiful body. He looked like a boy who spent a lot of time in the gym. Gorgeous hard pecs and suckable nipples. A dusting of light blond fur on his chest. A trail that led down from the middle of his pecs to the promised land.

“Well, you forgot your textbook in class,” I said. “Since you mentioned you were coming here next I figured I would bring it to you.” My eyes traveled down his trail and I caught a glimpse of pubic hair just above the towel.
I imagined what kind of dick that hair was leading to. Damn that towel!

“Oh, thanks a lot,” Dylan said. He took the book and set it on the bench. “So, uh...do you ever come in here to use these facilities?”

He was so cute. Trying to keep me in here by making small talk. “Yes, I do actually. But usually not until after classes when it is pretty deserted.”

“Yeah, I hate it when it is crowded. I can’t ever use the machines that I want.” He raised his arm to scratch behind his head and I was treated to a view of his sexy armpit hair. He kept his arm up for a while and I wondered if he was actually showing it off to me. Is that something that men do? Display and flaunt their armpit hair to prove how manly they are?

Not that I’m complaining. I do love the sight of a hairy armpit under a hot muscled bicep.

“Maybe you should come work out when I do,” I said. “It would almost be like we had the whole place to ourselves.” I smiled. “Well, I’ll see you in class,” I said before turning and leaving.

I turned the corner but stopped and glanced in the mirror that gave a perfect view of the room. I watched as Dylan, with his back to me, removed his towel.

Damn. Nice ass.

I couldn’t wait around to see if he’d turn to offer a glimpse of his dick, so I left.

But all I could think about was plunging my big cock into his tight little ass and fucking the cum right out of him.

 

[Autolycus]

Wow! Thanks for that - what next?

 

[xander-n-ky]

What a great first 2 chapters. Can't wait to see what comes next.

 

[seven2go]

I jacked off twice today and now I'm hard AGAIN........

 

[cocklust]

Part 3 of 6.

Student

If I had any chance of finally being able to focus in class, the notion was completely obliterated when Professor McCoy found me naked in a towel in the locker room.

I couldn’t believe it. It was like one of my fantasies. (Although if it were an actual fantasy, he would have been the one in the towel.) And to top it off, he was checking me out! He tried not to be too obvious about it, but I know he was looking at my body. Hopefully he liked what he saw. I did show off a little bit...raising my arm and flexing my bicep. He seemed to appreciate it.

And during the next class, he was making eye contact with me all through the lecture. I swear that I also noticed a few flirty smiles. So when class ended, I did the same thing I always did. I waited until everyone left and I went up to his desk.

“Dylan,” he said. “Which problems did you not understand today?”

I smiled shyly. “Actually, I’m okay with today’s info. I just wanted to thank you for taking my book to me the other day. You didn’t have to go all the way to the gym.”

“No problem. Glad to do it.”

I hesitated a moment. “You know, I was actually a little embarrassed for you to see me in a towel like that.”

McCoy laughed. “Don’t worry about that. Nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, you should show off a little more often.”

My stomach fell. Was he actually complimenting my body? I almost couldn’t breathe. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. It’s obvious you care a great deal about your body. Great muscle tone. Nice chest and arms.”

I looked at the floor. “Thanks,” I said. I wondered how far I should take this. “But from what I can tell, it’s you who needs to show off a bit.”

He laughed again. “You think so?”

“Of course,” I said, feeling bolder by the second. “And I think it is only fair that you give me a glimpse of you without your shirt since you saw me.”

There was a moment of pause and I thought I had gone too far. Was he going to realize this was inappropriate and put a stop to it? Just as I started to feel a sense of humiliation, McCoy smiled and stood up. “You’re right,” he said. He pulled off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.

I couldn’t help but bug out my eyes as my gorgeous professor started undressing. He unbuttoned the shirt all the way to the bottom and let the shirt fall off his shoulders and down his arms. And I finally got the answer to my burning question about whether he was hairy or not.

He was. And beautifully so. A sexy pattern of chest hair spread across his beefy pecs. A thicker trail cut down through the hair on his rippling abs and spread out around his belly button. It was not excessive or wildly unkempt. It was the perfect amount of body hair. He sat down in his chair, leaned back, and put his hands behind his head. His biceps flexed and I was treated to a view of his luscious pits.

“Satisfied?” he said.

I couldn’t speak. I could only stammer.

“Do you want to see more? I don’t mind. It’s probably fair since I did see your bare ass in the mirror at the gym.”

I had no idea he saw me drop my towel that day. Now I was even more embarrassed. I simply nodded.

He stood up and unbuckled his belt. With his thumbs at the sides of his trousers, he slowly pushed them to the floor and sat back down, putting his hands back behind his head.

I almost passed out. The sight of my hot hairy professor...naked, leaning back, with his arms up, and his legs slightly spread….was enough to make me nearly hyperventilate. I already felt precum leaking from my cockhead.

My eyes took in his whole body, from his smiling face all the way down to the magnificent specimen between his legs. It was one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen. It was long and thick and hung lazily off to the side, nestled on top of a set of soft, smooth, heavy-looking balls. The whole thing was crowned by a patch of thick black pubic hair.

He smiled at me when we made eye contact. My hand instinctively went to the bulge in my pants and I gripped my shaft through the fabric. Professor McCoy motioned for me to come closer. I stepped over to him and he beckoned me even closer like he was going to tell me a secret. I leaned my head down.

“You know, Dylan,” he said almost in a whisper, “I’ve been noticing that you get hard when you talk to me after class.”

I tried to stutter a response, but he said, “Don’t worry. It kind of turns me on.” He took hold of my hand. “Here,” he said. “You can touch.” He placed my hand on his pec.

I felt electricity going through my body. My palm was laid flat on his hard chest. I moved it to the side, then started making bigger swipes with my hand. I felt his chest hair, soft and sexy. My fingers brushed up against his nipple and he closed his eyes. I let my hand slide slowly down his torso, feeling his abs. Finally, my hand reached the pubic hair. I ran my fingers through his manly bush and moved my hand all over...caressing the hair but never going below it. I could see his cock responding to my touch. I looked into his eyes as my hand went down and cupped his nutsac in my hands.

My hand traveled back up to his chest and then over to his arms. I traced his bicep with my finger and then caressed his armpit hair.

“Well,” he said to me in a low voice. “What are you waiting for? Those armpits aren’t going to lick themselves.”

I bent my head down and buried my face in his pits. I took in the manly scent and licked the skin, tasting the sweetness and the hairs. My tongue traveled over to his nipples and I started to suck.

He placed his hands on either side of my head and pulled it up to face him. He pulled me closer and brought my lips to his.

I almost died. The taste of his lips on mine. The feeling of the stubble from his chiseled face. I wanted to do nothing but kiss my professor for the rest of my life.

“Dylan,” he said. “Go lock the classroom door.”

I looked at him quizzically.

“I don’t want anyone to come in here while I’m fucking the shit out of you.”