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”Alright, class dismissed! See you tomorrow! Oh, Mr Davis, I would like a word with you, if you don’t mind!”
Alan looked around the classroom to see if there was any way that he could get out of this, but found none. They were alone, all his mates were already gone and he had to put on a brave face to make sure the professor didn’t see right through him and found out what Alan had tried so hard to hide.
“Sure! What’s up, Mr Fry?”
His professor straightened his glasses and gave Alan a pointed look. Alan understood what it meant and closed the door behind him, before going up to the desk.
“Mr Davies, I am rather disappointed in you! Your results have plummeted these past few weeks and I have noticed that you have stopped paying attention in class. Is something going on at home?”
“No, sir, everyone is fine!”
“Then why are your grades dropping like a girl’s panties on prom night?”
“I don’t know! Ok?” Alan blurted out. “I just… have other stuff on my mind, that’s all!” That was safe! Typical teenage stuff, no teacher alive wanted to hear about that.
“Oh? What ‘stuff’ is that?”
‘Shit!’
“Nothing, just… stuff!”
“Mr Davies”, Mr Fry said, “you are a bright young man and you have the potential to go far in life, but only if you make an effort in class and start paying attention. If you keep this up, I will have no choice but to fail you.”
Alan turned white as a ghost. He couldn’t be serious? Before he knew what he was doing, he was walking around the desk to stand next to Mr Fry’s chair, pleading with him.
“No! Sir, please, I… I can’t fail this class, I can’t, my dad will kill me! Please, I’ll do anything… I’ll study, I promise, I’ll study really hard and I’ll… I’ll pay more attention in class and… I’ll do anything, Mr Fry, please, *please* don’t fail me!”
“I really wish you could show some of that enthusiasm in class, Mr Davies, but I’m afraid it’s not up to me anymore, you should…”
Not even thinking, Alan went down on his knees next to the chair, his hands on the professor’s knee.
“Mr Fry, I *beg* you, please… Whatever you want, I’ll do it…” He hesitated for about twenty seconds. There *was* something he could do. He would risk getting kicked out of school, and it could blow up in his face, but they had all heard the rumors about Mr Fry… The rumors that had started Alan’s fantasies all those months ago. And if he was right… He swallowed deeply and one of his hands pressed down a bit on Mr Fry’s knee. “I’m… I could… do…” He took a deep breath and went on, refusing to back down now. “… whatever you want me… to do… no questions asked…”
Mr Fry looked sternly at him and damn it if that didn’t make him so bloody hard it was almost painful.
“What are you talking about?”
Alan risked a look over at the closed door and then back at Mr Fry.
“What if… I were to lock the door…” he whispered, and while he talked, the hand that wasn’t pressing down on Mr Fry’s knee, moved dangerously close to the professor’s crotch. Not taking his eyes off Mr Fry’s face, he gently placed his hand over the older man’s groin. His heart was pounding in his ears, but there was no point in stopping now.
“What are you doing, I… Would you please remove your hand, Mr Davies? This is highly inappropriate behavior; you need to stop this right now!”
But despite his tone, despite his words, Alan could definitely feel something growing under his hand. He wanted to laugh in sudden triumph, but instead, he just increased the pressure on both hands, one hand on the knee to keep the man from going anywhere, and the other pressing against a very prominent erection.
“See, I hear what you’re saying…” he said, the very hint of a smile on his lips, and he increased the pressure even more, watching a shudder move over the professor, “ but someone sure seems to be enjoying this…”
“Please, stop…” Mr Fry pleaded, but he didn’t sound anywhere near as stern as he did before. “This is not right, I am your professor, if anyone were to find out, I would lose my job!”
“Who’s gonna know?” Alan asked and his hand was already moving up and down the impressive length he felt pushing against the fabric. The guy was big, he could feel it! “My, my, Mr Fry, you’re hiding quite the package in there, aint ya?”
“Good lord…” the older man said, and Alan saw that he was sweating now, as he fought to hold on to some kind of control. “You need to stop that! You need to…”
“You keep talking, but I don’t see you trying to push me away… I’ll let you in on a little secret, Mr Fry… I’ve thought about this… fantasized, actually… a lot over these past few months. That’s why I haven’t been able to concentrate on school… It’s hard to focus when all you’re thinking about is how much it would take for you to bend me over and fuck me over your desk.”
“Oh, my good lord… Mr Davies… Alan…”
Alan felt a shiver down his spine. So close now, he was so close. He moved his hand up and unbuttoned Mr Fry’s pants, then quickly snuck his hand inside, his eyes never leaving the other man’s face. When he finally reached his prize, they both gasped.
“I love it when you say my name like that!” Alan whispered.
“This is… oooh… this isn’t…” But whatever he was going to say was lost in a low moan as Alan continued his ministrations and suddenly, Mr Fry’s hand was touching Alan’s face, his eyes filled with barely contained lust. “Oh, my sweet boy… We’re not supposed to…”
“How do you want me, Mr Fry?” Alan whispered, as his hand started moving over the warm, hard dick inside Mr Fry’s pants, watching every twitch, every reaction on the older man’s face. “Over the desk? Bent over so that you can fuck me with this big, fat dick of yours? Or would you like me to suck you off? Down on my knees right here, taking you in my mouth and blow you? Whatever you want, Mr Fry… Just say the word… Just one little word, I think you know what it is… Say it, and I’m all yours…”
“I… I can’t…” Mr Fry stuttered, but Alan was relentless and moved his hand a bit faster, squeezing just a tiny bit harder, and the protestations ended in a long, lust filled: “Oh… oh, yes… yes…”
“And how do you want me? You wanna fuck me, Mr Fry?”
“Yes… Yes, oh, god forgive me, yes! But… I want you to suck me first!”
Alan raised an eyebrow at this.
“Oh, do you, now?” he asked, grinning wickedly at his professor. Was it possible that his dreams were about to come true?
And sure enough, Mr Fry took a deep breath and looked down at Alan, the sternness back in his voice as he grabbed Alan’s wrists and pulled them up to keep them away from his body.
“If we’re doing this, we are going to do it properly!” he said and Alan was suddenly glad that he was already on his knees, because he felt his entire body go weak with lust. “Open your mouth, boy.”
“Oh, yes, sir, Mr Fry!” The words left his mouth before he could think them through. He opened his mouth wide, his eyes big as Mr Fry opened his pants and took his dick out. This had to be a very hot, very vivid dream he was having! Holy shit! He was practically salivating already, eager to please his professor. And he couldn’t help but moan, deep and low, down in his throat, as his lips closed around the head.
“That’s it… Oh, look at your pretty mouth, taking my dick… You are very talented, have you done this before?”
Alan stopped and looked up again.
“…maybe…”
“Don’t stop, just nod… That’s it, oh, you’re so good… use your tongue, darling, that’s it… Did you do this for any of the other professors?
Alan shook his head ‘no’.
“Careful with the teeth, darling… Good boy… a friend of yours, perhaps?”
Alan nodded.
“More than one?”
Alan hesitated, and then nodded three times.
“Well, well, well… Alright then, show me what you’ve got… “
It was the go-ahead he had been waiting for. He stopped to smile at Mr Fry for about a second.
“Yes, sir!” he said, relaxed his jaw and swooped down, taking the whole thing, down to the root, cheering in his head as Mr Fry cried out:
“Oh, GOD! Oh, yes… That’s it, darling, keep going… Fuck, that feels so good…”
Another shiver ran down his spine as the bad word left the other man’s lips. Another victory! He kept going for about a minute or two, keeping his hands on Mr Fry’s knees as he sucked the man’s dick like it was his favorite piece of candy and he wanted to savor it for as long as possible, when suddenly, Mr Fry told him to stop. Ripped out of his trance, Alan actually looked confused for a moment, not really understanding why he wasn’t allowed to keep sucking on this salty lollipop.
“Get up, boy, and pull down your pants!”
And Alan all but jumped up and pulled down his pants and underwear. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that the door was still unlocked and anyone could come in, at any time, and see them together. It added another forbidden thrill and he hobbled over to grab on to the desk leaning down over it, without even being told to do so.
Mr Fry got up from his chair and slowly walked around to inspect the half-naked boy. He pulled down his pants down to the ankles and as Alan turned his head around to look at him, he got a very clear image of his professor staring at his naked ass, licking his lips in anticipation. Alan felt his whole body shiver. ‘Oh, please’, he thought to himself, ‘please, do it! Please, do it, just take me, make me yours!’
And then, he cried out in surprise as he felt a wet tongue tease his tight opening. Ok, no one he had ever been with had ever done that and his first initial thought ‘What the hell?!’ was quickly drowned out by the outcry of ‘Oh, FUCK, yes, YES!’ as that wicked tongue had company from a probing finger. It was almost too much for him to handle, he was gasping and moaning within seconds as Mr Fry continued to work him open.
Alan was only dimly aware that he kept on begging for more, that he kept on demanding that Mr Fry would fuck him; the only think he knew for sure was that he was now ruined for any other man, for the rest of his life. He was in the loving hands of an expert and it was making his poor, neglected dick weep.
That first finger soon became two and even three and Alan was at his wits end, his legs shaking as Mr Fry worked, endlessly, occasionally hitting his prostate, making Alan’s whole body squeal.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, darling, you ready?” he then heard, whispered in his ear and he all but cried with relief. ‘Yes’, he thought, ‘please, god, just fuck me, please!’
“Yes, sir! Please…” He couldn’t continue, his head was swimming with pleasure and he ended up moaning and gasping instead.
“Please, what, Alan?” Mr Fry asked, his lips against Alan’s ear once more.
“Please, fuck me, sir!” Alan sobbed. “Fuck, just get on with it, Stephen, please!”
Mr Fry chuckled.
“Such a demanding boy!” he said, but he grabbed a hold of his dick and started pushing it inside Alan, biting his tongue to keep from making any loud noises.
Alan had no such thought in his head. It hurt! It was like someone showing a burning pole in and out of his ass. And then, somehow, that burning pole set his whole body on fire. A feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced with anyone else surged through him like a tidal wave. The pain lessened and in it's place was the most remarkable feeling of... Right! This was right! There was still a dull ache and it made his legs shake, but there was also an almost excruciating pleasure and it made him moan out loud. He was grunting and moaning, pushing his ass back against his professor, trying to take as much of him inside as possible. He loved this feeling, of getting filled, of being possessed by someone, by belonging completely to another human being. Basically, he loved having his professor's dick in his arse.!
He grunted out a curse word as Mr Fry started thrusting. There was nothing gentle about it at all, this was fucking, plain and simple, and Alan tried to get one of his hands down between his shaking legs to be able to jerk himself off as Mr Fry fucked him, but the older man leaned over him, holding his hands down on the desk, keeping them there.
“No”, he said, his thrusts becoming harder, “I want to see if you can cum without being touched!”
Alan all but collapsed on the desk. He needed to touch himself, he needed the release, there was no way he would be able to… He lost his train of thought as Mr Fry increased his speed, leaning his forehead against Alan’s back as he pummeled into him, because it felt so incredible and so good and suddenly, the prospect of being able to cum without being touched didn’t seem so far-fetched after all. He was sweating all over and his arms were starting to hurt. His legs were trembling and he felt a bit lightheaded, but he loved every second of it.
“More!” he demanded. “Harder, Stephen, fucking use me, you know I can take it!”
Stephen leaned in closer to bite his ear.
“Who’s calling the shots here, Alan?”
“You do!” Fuck, he was so close by now, it was like staring down the abyss, knowing he was about to fall at any second. “Just… please, sir, please… Give it to me!”
And he got it! Finally! Mr Fry started pounding his ass like he was possessed by a demon, and Alan cried out. Fuck, he had dreamed about this for so long, had fantasized about doing his professor for so long, and now, he was getting the experience of a lifetime. He was babbling incoherently as he was pushed closer and closer to the abyss, words that made absolutely no sense to anyone and words that he had never said out loud before, and he had tears in his eyes as he felt the orgasm claim him, hitting him like a tidal wave and he threw his head back and shouted, as he shot his release on the floor, not having touched himself the whole time.
It was no more than twenty seconds later that he felt the other man reach his peak, felt him shudder as he came, gasping Alan’s name over and over as he emptied himself inside Alan’s tight ass.
Alan was still shaking when the older man pulled out and let go of Alan’s hands, but before he could sink down on the floor in a gasping heap, he was caught by two strong arms and pulled into a loving embrace. He buried his face in the other man’s chest, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and something that was uniquely Stephen Fry.
“Thank you!” he said, when he felt that he had both voice and breathing under control. “Thank you, Stephen! That was… so much better than anything I could have imagined when I was a kid.”
“Happy to help, darling!” Stephen said, leaning down to give Alan a loving kiss on the top of his head.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, just listening to the other’s breath, enjoying the stillness, until Alan broke the silence.
“Alright, big guy, now tell me yours!”
“Absolutely not!”
“Oh, come on, I told you mine! And you just made that fantasy a reality! So if you tell me what your secret fantasy is… I might do it!”
“Oh, Alan… Don’t make promises you can’t keep, darling!”
Alan grinned at him, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“You wanna fuck me in front of the studio audience, don’t you?”
Stephen gave him a glare, but didn’t say anything more on the subject.
“Come on, darling, we only have 45 minutes before we have to be on set. Get your clothes!”
“Fine!” Alan pouted a bit as he started putting on his pants. “But I *will* find out what it is, Stephen. One way or another!”
Stephen looked over at him and smiled, a big, secretive smile.
“You are welcome to try, Mr Davies!”