Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2016 14:08:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Tom Danzer Subject: Helping out a Student Helper "Hey, Mr. Aarons— here are their spelling tests." I looked up from the work on my desk, and took the papers from Marcus, my student helper. "Thanks, Marcus. They're working on writing their personal essays, so maybe just check if they need any help." He nodded with a smile, and walked back between the rows of desks to see if any of the students needed assistance. Marcus had been helping in my classroom for a few weeks now, and he had really made it easier for me to get things done. I'm a middle school English teacher in a private combined middle and high school, and Marcus had recently joined my class as part of the high school's student-teacher program. He was a junior in high school, a friendly and helpful (and somewhat nerdy) kid who had just turned 17 recently. I hadn't known him prior to his joining my classroom as a helper, but I could tell the last stages of puberty had hit him recently. He was tall and lanky, probably about 6'2'', but he moved with an awkwardness that suggested he hadn't gotten used to his adult-size body yet. I was only 5'10, and had never gotten that tall, and was now 37 so somewhat removed by age, but could still remember the awkwardness of a sudden growth spurt. Marcus's hands and feet were huge, and he sometimes fumbled with them a little. I wasn't too worried about him though. He was a handsome kid; his father was middle-eastern and his mother was black, and he was a beautiful combination of the two of them. A strong nose, a huge smile, and big eyes with long eye-lashes. I could tell he would be an incredibly handsome man one day, when he grew into his features. He might be a bit awkward and shy now, but he'd have no problem with women in college. I looked up from my grading as he paused to help a student, and I wondered for a second if he had a girlfriend. His grown body was starting to look strange in his private school uniform, a crisp white oxford shirt tucked into a pair of navy blue shorts that only went about six inches down his long thighs. He seemed so shy, it was hard to picture him having much luck with the girls I knew from the high school. I was thinking about this when Marcus squatted down next to a student's desk to look over the student's writing, and Marcus's dick fell out of his shorts. Not his whole dick, or course, but the head, and about two inches of what appeared to be a very thick shaft, were poking out of the leg of his shorts as he squatted down. It looked so thick that at first I thought he had an erection... but now, that looked like his soft dick, dangling loose. Marcus seemed oblivious as he corrected the grammar in the student's writing. "Uh, Marcus," I called him up, trying to be nonchalant. "Why don't you come correct their spelling tests for me, while I check on their essays." As he walked to my desk, my eyes dropped slightly to his shorts, wondering what to do about this awkward situation. **** Luckily it was last period of the day, so after class I asked Marcus to stay behind. I assured him he wasn't in trouble, and thanked him again for his work. He sat in one of the student's desks at the front of the class, while I sat back against my desk, wondering how to bring this up. Finally, I decided just to be straight-forward. "Marcus... I believe I might have caught a glimpse of your... genitals... as you were helping a student earlier today. Beyond your uniform, it doesn't matter to me what you wear, but you do need to make nothing is visible when you're wearing shorts. Maybe different underwear..." He blushed, and shifted awkwardly in his seat. "It's just that, my mom buys me briefs. And they used to fit, but I've gotten bigger... down there, but I don't know how to tell her that they're too tight for me now..." I gulped. From the glimpse I got, the thickness and the length it hung down, it did appear to have gotten quite big. "Well, you have to wear something. Maybe you should try boxer briefs." "Is that what you wear?" This seemed inappropriate to answer, but it was sweet that he was looking up to me as a male role model he could talk to. "I do." "Maybe I could try yours? To see if that works better?" I paused, unsure of what he was asking. "You want to try my underwear on?" "Yeah. Then maybe I could buy some on my own..." This was, of course, out of the question. Right? Would we even be the same size? He was much taller than me, but appeared to have the rather small waist of a teenager. My body was fully developed, but I stayed very active, and was still quite trim. All of this was inappropriate... but that thought of his dick in my boxer-briefs had set my heart beating faster. "Ok," I said finally. "Just a second." I moved back behind my desk and sat down, so that he couldn't see my lower half. I took off my shoes, undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and lifted my butt to slide my pants down. After a second's pause to consider what I was doing, I slid my boxer-briefs down and over my ankles. I was sitting in a room with a teenage student, naked from the waist down. My hairy legs and thick bush were uncovered in the room with him, a thought that caused my dick to stir. I set my underwear on the desk and quickly pulled up my pants to correct this situation. I stood up and handed him the grey boxer-briefs, hoping my semi hard-on would go down. "Here you go." All of my awkwardness to prevent this situation from being too inappropriate was clearly for nothing, as he had none of the shame I did. After kicking off his huge sneakers, he unbuttoned his shorts, and let them fall to his ankles. Jesus christ. Snaking down from his groin was an incredibly thick dick, that, even though it was soft, must have been over eight inches long. It had to be twice as thick as my dick, at least. Luckily he didn't see me staring wide-eyed at his dick; he unselfconsciously stepped into my briefs, and pulled them up. I had a decent dick, about seven inches when hard, but my underwear never bulged like this when I wore them. His dick bulged monstrously in the front, looking like he was smuggling a large grapefruit. The fabric of my briefs had never strained this much before. "I think this does feel better!" he declared, placing his hands on his hips and looking down. Looking at that bulge, and his long, dark, bare athletic legs, I realized there was no way my erection was going down. "Can I keep these so I know what to buy?" "Er, I'd better take those back," I said. "I probably shouldn't have let you try them on at all, to be honest, and it might raise some questions if you were caught with my underwear." He laughed, and reached down to take them off. They dropped to his ankles, and he stepped his long wide feet out of them, and handed them to me, casually standing in front of me, naked from the waist down. It took every ounce of will I had not to stare at his monster cock. "Thanks," I said, taking them back, and folding them as I put them in my pocket. My heart beat faster as I pictured lifting them to my nose after he left, to see if any of his scent remained behind on them, so I could use them to inspire me as I stroked out the thick erection that was now in my pants. As he slowly put his shorts back on, I allowed myself one more look at his thick cock. "I can see why briefs were a problem," I told him, shaking my head a little. He suddenly looked up at me, turning red. "My dick is too big, isn't it?" "Too big! I don't think that's a problem. But you have definitely matured into a man. And you're going to be very popular with the girls in college," I told him. He shook his head a little, zipping up his shorts. "That hasn't happened yet." "Well, I could see high school girls being scared of that..." "None of them have had the chance to be scared of it. I'm no good with girls." A thought suddenly arrived in my head. "Are you a virgin?" He looked humiliated. "Yeah..." "Don't feel bad about that!" I told him. "Trust me, when the girls' find out what you've got going on, that won't stay a problem for long. You know, if you have any questions about sex, you can always talk to me." "Thanks Mr. Aarons." He seemed to be thinking it over. "I guess I'm just ready to find out how it feels." The thought that had been in the back of my head was ringing in my brain. I could be the first person to feel the power of that incredible cock. "Well, Marcus, if you wanted... you could try on me." He looked at me, confused. "Isn't that gay?" He suddenly realized what he had said, and corrected himself. "I mean, it's ok if you're gay, but I'm not..." "You jerk off with your hand though," I reminded him. "And that's attached to a guy. I'm just offering you the chance to find out how sex feels. Plus, once you've done it once, you'll find that you're a lot less shy around girls. I could also give you some advice, so that when you do get to have sex with a girl, you'll seem like you know what you're doing." "Ok," he said after a brief hesitation. I knew that if horny enough, a teenage boy would be happy to find release anywhere. "So, how does this work?" I couldn't believe I had taken it this far, but now there was no going back. "I'm going to get undressed, and I'll guide you from there." I took off my tie, shirt and pants, placing them folded on a student's desk. Naked I cleared the clutter from my desk. "I'm going to bend over the desk, and you can come stand behind me." If he was feeling unsure al all, his dick wasn't getting that message. When he removed his clothes, it was standing at full attention, and a bead of precum was gathering on the thick head. He moved to stand behind me, and I felt the warmth emanating from his massive teenage cock. He didn't need much encouragement, as I suddenly felt that swollen head poking at my hole, trying to slide in. It felt like a battering ram. Man... this was going to take some work. "Maybe you should make it wet..." I suggested. "Make it wet? Ok." "Yeah, you can spit on your hand and get your dick... whoa!" Clearly he misunderstood what I meant, as I suddenly felt a strong tongue being pushed into my asshole. "Wait, that's... oh god..." fuck, that felt incredible. He had no technique and no real sense of what he was doing, but it didn't matter. He lapped at the outside of my hole with his whole tongue, and pushed it in as far as he could, and it all felt amazing. He had a really strong tongue. It plunged into my tight hole, has face pressing hard into my round white butt. I grabbed the edges of my desk to brace myself as pushed my legs further apart to forcefully eat me out even deeper. "You taste kind of good," he said taking a brief break, slightly out of breath, before plunging the entire length of his tongue back into my hole. He was moving his head all around, grinding into my but with his smooth face. I couldn't believe that I was a grown man, naked, stretched across my desk, getting my whole eaten by an eager seventeen year old student. "Let's try it now," he said, standing up and wiping away the spit he had smeared all over his face. He repositioned the head of his cock at my hole, and gently began pressing in. He had definitely helped relax it when he ate me out. His swollen head slid into my shaft, giving my ass an immediate feeling of fullness. Slowly, his thick shaft began easing in. My dick was dripping precum all over his desk, and I was biting my lower lip to keep from moaning. His dick felt incredible. And huge. It felt like it was going to split me open. I reached back and grabbed his hip to get him to wait so I could adjust. "Oh man, you're so warm!" he moaned. "But, uh, Mr. Aarons? I'm not all the way in." "No? How much of you is in?" "About a third." Jesus. "Ok," I instructed him slowly. "Grab onto my waist." I felt two big, surprisingly strong hands around my waist. "Now gently press your hips in while you pull me back onto your dick." As I reached back to grab my butt to spread it wider, he followed my instructions, moving surprisingly gently. He dick pressed in, my hole loosened to accept him, and suddenly I felt his thick pubic hair pressed against my ass, and the warmth from his balls pressed against mine.He had hit the bottom, and he was all the way in. Oh man, his dick felt huge. My hole was straining, but it felt incredible. I took a minute to breathe gently as he slowly rocked back and forth, clearly enjoying the wet friction inside my ass. "You... feel... so good," he moaned, his voice cracking slightly. "Marcus?" "Yeah?" "You can fuck me now." He needed no invitation beyond that, and he began to slide his dick in and out of my hole. Each thrust in felt incredible— that massive teenage dick was hitting spots inside me no grown man every had. I could feel it dripping precum inside me, and with each stroke the precum lubricated me more, sending shivers throughout my body. The thickness of his shaft pressed hard against my precum, and my dick was dripping more precum than I had ever dripped before. I spread my legs wider, bringing my thighs to either side of the desk, so his dick could penetrate even deeper. Yes, fuck... that was the spot! "Marcus... you're going to make me cum!" I wasn't even jerking myself off, but that massive cock was hitting somewhere right deep inside me, and I felt like I was going to explode. "Me... too!" he groaned, getting faster. He gripped the cheeks of my butt and spread them even further apart, burying his dick as deep into me as he could. Bam— "Unggh!!!!" he gave a deep unexpected groan, and I felt his load coating my insides with an unbelievable force. Fuck, how much cum did this kid have? It felt like he had opened a hose— I could feel his cock pulsing with every shot, and eventually I felt his cum dripping out of my hole. I pressed my butt back into him, using the lubrication of his cum to get his tool in just a little deeper and— "Oh fuck!"— I unleashed my unload, shooting all over my desk and onto the floor beyond it. My body shook from the force of the orgasm, still feeling his huge tool filling me up. We collapsed onto my desk, my furry chest resting on the streams of cum I had just unleashed. His thick cock was still buried all the way inside me. "Mr. Aarons?" "Yeah?" "Do you think we could do that again soon? I think I could use the practice." "Marcus, you can practice on me any time you want."