Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2019 00:45:57 -0500 From: NDog456 . Subject: Fucking My Science Teacher My science teacher Mr. Price is the definition of my dream man. Built, muscular, and classically handsome. Witty, smart, and a little vulgar too. Everyday in science class, I'd sit up front, dying to engage in class. I'd never been a science man, but if anything could make me one, it was a dreamboat teacher. "So class, today we'll be learning about genes. And not the type you wear." It was an overdone joke, but his delivery made me chuckle and grin. Really, almost anything he said did. "When you look at genes, you have two identifiable parts. The phenotype, and the genotype." He walked to the board and scribbled those two words, putting them on two halves with a line under each. "The genotype is the genetic make-up of an organism. All the things that make something something and not something else. Ya feel me?" The class murmured. "The phenotype, on the other hand, is observable characteristic of an organism that come from the interaction with its genotype and nature." I was starting to get a little lost. "For example, a genotype would be the gene that makes you attracted to boobs, while the phenotype would be the boner you got from looking at boobs." The class laughed heartily, used to Mr. Price's foul humor. Mr. Price was never one to shy away from risque topics, and we were just used to it. Mr. Price smirked, clearly soaking in the positive response. "Anyways, that's just the surface. Let's get into it more." I tried my hardest to understand the rest of class, I really did. But I was just completely lost. As everyone packed their bags before the bell rung, I went to Mr. Price's desk. He was grading papers, but he stopped and looked up at me as I got closer. "Yes, Austin?" "Mr. Price, could you help me go over today's lesson during your planning period? I tried to understand, but I need help." Mr. Price nodded. "Absolutely! Nothing wrong with needing help! My planning is 6th, what class is that for you?" "P.E, Coach Jones would let me miss." Mr. Price nodded again. "Okay, I'll call, and you just come up here 6th. I can help." I beamed. "Thanks Mr. Price! You're the best!" I walked back to my seat and began packing, happy. I really did need help, but my tutoring meant I got to be with Mr. Price, and even closer than usual, for an extra hour. It was a win-win. --- At noon, I entered Mr. Price's room, shutting the door behind me. It was 6th period, and I was ready for my tutoring. "Austin! Have a seat, bud." Most of the lights had been turned out, save for the front two lights and a lamp on Mr. Price's desk. I pulled a chair up next to Mr. Price at his desk and sat down, a paper transcript of today's presentation already laid out on the desk. "So, where did you start getting lost?" Mr. Price looked to me, and I sighed. "Honestly, the beginning. The difference between genotypes and phenotypes doesn't really make sense to me." Mr. Price nodded, clearly in thought. After a moment of thinking, he adjusted in his chair, facing his desktop. "Here, I have a site I think will help you. It's studentfunwithscience dot-" But as Mr. Price typed out the website, he hit enter early, going to the first site with "studentfu" in the URL. I nearly jumped out of my seat as it pulled up. A porn video titled "Student Gets Fucked By Big Dick Teacher" flashed on screen for a few seconds as Mr. Price scrambled to cover and click off of it. "Holy shit..." I muttered, shocked and confused. Has my science teacher been playing porn at school? And school themed porn at that? My mouth open, Mr. Priced turned to me. "Austin, I, uh..." We were quiet for a moment before I spoke up. "You were watching porn at school?" Mr. Price huffed out. "Well, yeah..." He stood up. "Please don't tell anyone. I'd lose my job, I'd have to file as a sex offender, I-" "Mr. Price, I'd never snitch on you'" I cut him off. He sighed with relief. "You're like the best teacher ever. I couldn't get rid of you over something I do on my freetime too." Mr. Price grinned and sat back down. "Is that right? You watch porn?" I chuckled, almost blushing. "Well, yeah. I am 18." Mr. Price cocked his smile to the side before slowly licking his lip. "What'ya watch?" That made me go quiet. "Well, uh..." "What, is it real kinky? Into farts or something fucked up?" I shook my head quickly. "No, it's just... I'm... I watch gay porn." I looked up to him, my head lowered. My heart beat loudly in my chest. He was quiet for a second before meeting my eyes and grinning. "Hey, nothing wrong with that, me too!" I sighed in relief. "R-really?" Mr. Price grinned toothily. "Yeah, of course! I like to keep my options nice and wide." I smirked, trying not to blush. Mr. Price put his hand on my shoulder, standing over me. "Promise not to tell anyone?" I nodded rapidly. "Of course! I already said that!" Mr. Price grinned. We sat for a moment when a devilish look flashed in his eyes. "You didn't happen to see what I watching, did you?" I nodded. "Something about a student. You kinky fucker." I smirked again. He laughed. "Yeah, gotta admit, I've always found the idea hot." I was quiet for a second. I swallowed and licked my lips. "And I've always found you hot." He processed it for a moment before coyly smiling. "Is that so?" I blushed. "Yeah, honestly." He blinked a few times, then moved his hand on to mine. I tensed up, but relaxed as he stroked my palm. "You wanna try it?" "It" didn't need to be defined. And he didn't need to wait for a response. "YES!" I almost yelled as I locked eyes with him. He shooshed me, and I calmed myself. He grinned again, then patted his thigh. "Pull em down, then!" I nearly shot up as he started pulling down his khakis, a pair of white briefs under them. I got naked before him, standing in front of his near nude body, waiting. As he pulled his briefs off, letting his chubbed cock spill out, my jaw nearly dropped. It was huge. At least 8 inches and as thick as a beercan. "Fuck, Mr. Price!" He smirked, clearly proud. "I know, I know. Pretty big." He pulled a condom from his pocket, unwrapped it, and slid it on. I bent over the desk, waiting for him. Mr. Price squeezed the pump, gooey lube squeezing onto his condom wrapped dick. The thick rod twitched as it hit it, and Mr. Price spread it out with his hand, slathering his cock in the slippery goop. "Lube already here, huh?" I asked, one eyebrow raised and a grin on my face. Mr. Price grinned back, stroking his meaty dick. "Yeah, might as well make it fun to jerk off at my job." My grin widened. Kids at school had always joked about him being a pervert, but he really was. While we were out in the halls on the way to class, Mr. Price was in his room pulling his pants down. I turned around, drool on my lips, and spread my ass. I pressed my finger against my hole, pressing in the tip of it and pulling it out. I heard Mr. Prices heavy footsteps adjust behind me as his large hands wrapped around my waist, squeezing lightly. I huffed in pleasure as he pushed in, the thick tip of his cock pressing into my lubed up ass. He kept pressing, letting more and more of his massive dick slide into me. Mr. Price slid one of his hands down my body, grabbing my cock as he began sliding in and out of my stretching hole. "Fuck you're tight, Austin. Fuuuuckkkk." Mr. Price began stroking my cock, moving with his slow pumps. I moaned in pleasure, squirming as Mr. Price pumped faster and faster, his low-hanging bull nuts slapping mine as he fucked me. Our bodies got sweatier and flushed, rubbing smoothly but with grip against each other. "Gonna fuck you real fuckin' good. Gonna tear that ass up. You want that? You want me to fuck you?" I moaned as he gripped tighter. "Y-yesss!" Mr. Price sped up, stroking my cock even faster. I spewed pre onto his hand, slickening his fist as he jerked me off. Mr. Price slammed harder and harder, faster and faster. He was grunting as he pumped his hips, and I squeezed my tight hole onto his thick manmeat. I gripped the table, shaking lightly as I felt Mr. Price slam in and out of me. His beercan cock felt massive, and I nearly buckled each timw his meaty, hairy thighs knocked into mine. My orgasm was building, and I felt ready to cum. "Agggghhh, fuck!" I cried out as I spilled over the edge, a massive wad shooting out of my twitching cock onto the tile floor. Suddenly, Mr. Price slammed in, his girthy cock filling me to the brim. He moaned in pleasure, panting to catch his breath. We sat there for a while, panting. He pulled out after a moment, his body glistening with sweat. I readjusted, my legs shaking. I sat on a table and caught my breath with an aching but satisfied ass. Mr. Price's beefy chest was red, like the rest of his body, and his nipples stood fully erect. Mr. Price peeled the condom off, slinging it into the trash, his cum slinging out with it. We both started getting redressed, flushed, sweaty, and panting with an after-fuck glow. "God, that felt amazing. Holy shit!" said Mr. Price as he rebuttoned his shirt, his muscles evident in it. "Fuck yeah it did!" I said as I slid back on my shoes. Mr. Price stood for a moment, looking at me. "Hey, if you wanna make this a regular thing..." I looked over at him and grinned. "Fuck yes!" Mr. Price smiled. "Here, let me give you my number." Mr. Price wrote his number on a stickynote and gave it to me. I slid it in my shorts's pockets. "Feel free to come in here during my planning any time." I smirked. "Trust me, I will." I slung my backpack back on my shoulders and began walking out. I knew something had changed that day, but little did I know that I had just started the beginnings of a long term relationship with my Biology teacher. - And that's it for this one! If you enjoyed, please let me know via email! If you want a new chapter, tell me and what you'd like to see more of. Thank you for reading, hope you get your rocks off! - Read my other stories here on Nifty! Nasty Redneck Dad in incest Brad the Busdriver in adult-youth