Date: Tue, 24 May 2005 03:44:18 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Student Teacher Relations

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit
sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of
the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in
the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always
play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior,
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Student Teacher Relations

By R. A. Swain

"Man, did you ever have Professor Mansfield?" Chris asked Jared as he
slumped down on the couch in the dorm lounge.

"Huh?" Jared asked, looking up from the clipboard on his lap to the
handsome 20 year-old blonde.

"I asked of you ever had a class with Professor Mansfield?" Chris repeated
his question.

"Oh, I thought you asked something else. Yeah, I had a class with Mansfield
once. Why?"

Chris stretched his arms over his head, causing his T-shirt to ride up and
reveal the blonde fuzz on his flat stomach. "I have him for Literature of
Evil. He's a real ball buster."

More like ball licker, Jared thought. "Yeah, I remember him that way."

Chris sat up. "Hey, is the AC working in the building?"

Jared shook his head. "No. I called the maintenance department, but they
won't be over here until tomorrow at the earliest."

Chris sat up and tugged his t-shirt over his head revealing his bare chest,
which was also coated in blonde fuzz. "I'm hot."

You sure are, Jared thought. "Yeah, it's gonna be getting a lot hotter in
here."

"If it gets much hotter I'll be naked." Chris joked.

I'd like to see that, Jared thought. "Me too. It must be ninety in here."

Chris got up and started off toward his room. "I'm gonna change into some
shorts. Catch ya later, dude."

Jared watched the college hottie walk away and he sighed to himself. Damn,
I'd like to fuck that cute ass, he thought. He turned his attention back to
the clipboard and thought about Professor Eddie Mansfield; Edward to the
students, but Eddie to the faculty and one resident advisor.

It had been a warm and rainy day when Jared first met Eddie. He had just
started working as a resident advisor and was meeting with the faculty at a
Dean's reception. He was trying to look more mature so he dressed in a
jacket and tie, with jeans. Most of the faculty dressed casually, but one
in particular stood out in a leather bomber jacket and tight jeans. Jared
couldn't help himself. He kept checking out the professor's obviously
bulging package. His attention didn't go unnoticed. The man worked his way
around the room, laughing and joking with his colleagues and shaking a few
hands. He worked his way to the punch table, where Jared stood.

"Hey kid, you one of the new R.A.'s?"

"Um, yeah. I'm Jared Greene. I'll be in the Littleton Dorm."

"You got stuck with L.D.? That place has shitty heating and air
conditioning. I'm Eddie Mansfield, professor of English Lit."

"Pleased to meet you," Jared said, offering his hand.

"I hope you will be," Eddie replied. "Are you as bored here with these
corpses as I am?"

Jared furrowed his brow. "I don't know what you mean."

Eddie cocked his head to one side. "You're cute when you're flustered."

"Huh?"

"Dude, I'm offering you an escape from dullsville. You wanna hook up with
the naughtiest professor on campus for some fun?"

Jared smiled. "Professor Mansfield--"

Eddie held up his hand. "Don't. You're an R. A. You call me Eddie. All the
cute guys call me Eddie."

"Uh Eddie, I'm confused."

"Come with me and I'll clear your mind."

Jared followed Eddie out of the reception and into the warm afternoon
rain. "My jeep's just over here," Eddie said. He pulled a pack of
cigarettes from his pocket and lit one on the walk across the parking
area. "You smoke?"

Jared shook his head. "It's not good for you."

"A lot of things aren't good for you," Eddie replied, "but they feel good
so I do `em anyway." He laughed and climbed into the jeep. "Get in kid."

Jared climbed into the passenger side, and slipped the seatbelt around
him. "Where are we going?"

"Anywhere you want to go, as far as you are willing to go," Eddie answered
starting up the jeep and speeding out of the parking lot to the main campus
road. "We could go back to my place and get high, or hit the town and see
if the adult bookstore has any new porn? Are you into girls or guys?"

"What?"

"You heard me, kid. Do you like girls or guys?"

"I--I, um...."

Eddie laughed. "Let's go to my place and get you stoned. Maybe some weed
will loosen up your tongue."

Jared didn't speak for the rest of the ride across campus to the main gate
and then out to the road into town. Ten minutes later he was sitting in a
loft apartment looking out over the river, smoking pot with a college
professor. Eddie had removed his bomber jacket revealing a sleeveless black
t-shirt, muscular arms and semi hairy pits. He was sitting on a couch
opposite Jared, arms behind his head, feet propped up on the coffee table,
inhaling the reefer.

"Kid, you can lose the tie and the jacket if you like. Around here I'm
casual."

Jared loosened his tie, and pulled off his jacket, pausing to open the top
two buttons on his shirt. "Eddie, what's up? Why'd you want me to come back
here with you and get high?"

"Don't you like my weed?" Eddie asked.

"Shit yeah, I like it. I just mean, why'd you choose me?"

"You mean over all the other R. A.'s in the room?"

Jared smiled. "Something like that. Don't you have AC. here?"

Eddie shook his head. "Nah, don't like it much. Take your shirt off if
you're hot." Upon saying that Eddie leaned forward and tugged his t-shirt
over his head revealing a well defined chest, but not overly muscular,
covered in dark brown fur thinning to a pleasure trail running down his
stomach and disappearing into his jeans.

Jared just sat staring for a moment.

"That's why I chose you," Eddie said, leaning back again and placing his
arms behind his head. "You can't take your eyes off me. I think I have an
answer to my earlier question."

"Huh? Wha-"

Eddie cut Jared off with a smile. "Don't sweat it kid. I'm not gonna hassle
you or push you. If you're closeted it's cool with me." He ran his hand
through his slicked back hair. "I'm just offering you a chance to get to
know one faculty member in a more personal way."

Jared shook his head, fighting the effect of the pot, but also slowly
reaching for the buttons of his shirt and slowly fumbling with each one
until his dress shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open to show off his own
bare chest and stomach. "Are you coming on to me?"

Eddie laughed. "Christ kid, I've all but stripped naked and pounced
you. You're fuckin' hot, dude. I pick one R. A. each semester and give them
an education beyond the norm. Don't you get it, kid? You're this semester's
boy toy."

Jared just sat back on his chair. "Eddie, what if I'm not gay?"

"That doesn't matter. Sexuality is all in the mind. Tell me what turns you
on?"

"I suppose you want me to say shirtless older men in tight jeans?" Jared
asked.

Eddie laughed again and stood up. He walked to the counter leading to the
open kitchen area and picked up a bag of chips. "Want a nosh? And where the
fuck do you get off calling me older?"

Jared was taken aback. "Well you are older than me." He accepted the bag of
chips as Eddie tossed them to him.

"Beer to wash them down?"

"Yeah."

"I'm only 33. I suppose that is old to a, what are you? Twenty-two?
Twenty-three year-old?"

"Twenty-two, and that makes you eleven years older than me."

"I notice you haven't told me yet whether or not you're gay."

"You said sexuality didn't matter. I'm assuming you were going to either
rape me or blackmail into blowing you, or in some other way coerce me into
having sex with you," Jared replied taking the beer Eddie handed him.

"You mean you don't want to have sex with me?" asked Eddie, a smirk on his
face.

"I--I, um...."

"You said that before we got here," Eddie said. "Let me tell you what I
think?"

"Please?"

"I think you were at that boring faculty reception checking out my basket
from the time you sported me, and I think you wanted to, in you fantasies
of course, walk across the room, fall to your knees before me, open my fly,
take out my cock and suck me off right there in front of everyone. Am I
right?"

Jared smiled at the thought of blowing the professor in front of a room
full of people. "I think you were hoping I would want to do just that, but
the reality is you'll never know because I won't give you the
satisfaction."

Eddie leaned back on the couch again, his legs propped up on the coffee
table, spread apart, his hand casually rubbing his cock through his tight
jeans. "So you're saying my bulging cock doesn't interest you?"

"No, I'm not saying that," Jared answered, his eyes glued to Eddie's
crotch. "I'm just saying you'll never know what goes on in my fantasies."

"No?"

"No."

"Would you like me to take my cock out?"

Jared paused before answering. "If you want to."

"No, if you want me to then you tell me to do it."

Jared took a deep breath. "Take your cock you of your pants."

Eddie moved his hand up and down against the growing bulge in his jeans and
slowly pulled down his fly. He didn't have to reach in because his cock
popped out and up.  "Do you like it?'

"Yes," Jared answered. "Now stroke yourself."

Eddie obliged, wrapping his fist around his seven inch circumcised cock and
gently pumping it while the younger man sat awestruck at his performance.

"Yeah, pump that cock," Jared whispered. "Stroke it for me."

"You like the idea of dominating me?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I like that idea. I like the idea of watching you jerkoff."

"Well kid, I will. I'll do anything you want me to, but there's a price."

"What price?" Jared asked, his left hand subconsciously rubbing the front
of his slacks.

"Give yourself to me for one semester. Be my boy toy, and in return I'll
experiment sexually with anything you want to try."

"I'm not sure I understand," said Jared.

Eddie continued stroking as he explained his proposal. "Simple. For one
semester you do the sexual things I want to do, the things I might enjoy or
wish to try, and in return, for each thing I want to do, I'll do one thing
you want to do."

"This is all assuming I'm gay and turned on by you sexually?" Jared asked.

"No, this is assuming you want to broaden you horizons and have a wild time
in college fucking around with a professor."

"If I say yes what then?"

"If you agree, I want you to come over here and get on your knees in front
of me and let me cum on your chest." Eddie said, still stroking his cock.

Jared thought about it for a moment, stripped off his shirt and walked over
to Eddie. He assumed the position on his knees before the professor, and
leaned back, getting a close up view of the other man's slightly puffed up
cock, eyeing the piss slit, and watching his balls swing as he stroked
himself to climax. It didn't take long before Jared was being treated to
the sight of white hot cum shooting out of the tip of Eddie's cock and
splashing down on his chest. Spurt after spurt of cum shot until Eddie was
spent.

He slumped back on the couch and groaned. "That was good for a start. Now I
feel like taking a piss."

Jared just looked at him, staring blankly.

"You up for being pissed on?"

"Wha--"

"You just agreed to be my boy toy, and I want to piss on you. Now repeat
after me, I am your boy toy."

Jared just looked up at Eddie and down at his cum already on his chest.

"Say it," Eddie prompted.

"I am your boy toy."

"And I agree to try everything and anything you wish to do with me for one
semester."

Jared blinked. "And I agree to try everything and anything you wish to do
with me for one semester."

"Good, no sit back because here comes the flow."

Jared stared again as he saw the yellow stream of piss shooting out of the
tip of Eddie's cock and splattering down on his chest, running down his
stomach and covering his jeans. Fuck, he thought, I should've been naked
for this. He continued to watch Eddie piss for what seemed like
forever. Finally, after his jeans were thoroughly soaked with the
professor's piss, Eddie stopped.

"That was fun," Eddie said. "You can leave now."

"What?" Jared asked, panic setting in. "Leave? You just soaked my jeans
with piss. You want me to walk back to the college this way?"

"No, you're right. I want you to piss your pants also."

"Wha--"

"Uh-uh. You agreed. Now stand up and piss your pants while I watch."

Jared stood up, eyeing the professor, and tried to concentrate on
peeing. He tried and finally closed his eyes. It was all he could do to
convince himself to let loose and wet his own pants. He couldn't believe
the man had talked him into doing this, but also he couldn't believe his
own willingness to participate. He admitted to himself back when he was 12
that he was gay, and he had messed around a lot in high school, mostly with
fellow students, and one coach, but never had he considered watersports in
anything more than an abstract sense. Suddenly he was being thrust into
them, and he sort of liked the idea.

He felt the piss begin to leak from his tip and into his briefs. He looked
down at himself and watched the piss drip from the legs of his jeans onto
the hardwood floor. He let it flow until he felt relief in his bladder, and
then sighed. "Okay, now what?"

Eddie smirked. "I'll drive you home."

A throat clearing brought Jared back from his memory of his first meeting
with Professor Mansfield. He looked up at the man standing before him, in
jeans and a leather bomber jacket. "I was just thinking about you."

"Were you now?" Eddie Mansfield asked, glancing toward Jared's crotch. "I
see a bit of a boner in those jeans, so I suppose you could've been
thinking of me."

"Let's go to my room," Jared said, "so we can talk."

The professor watched Jared stand up and walk ahead of him down the hallway
to the R.A.'s suite; two rooms at the end of the hall, eyeing his ass the
whole way. Jared closed the door behind them, turned and pinned Eddie
against the wall, pressing his lips hard against the older man's, forcing
his tongue into his mouth and pressing their bodies together.

When he finally broke the kiss he held the position, pressing Eddie against
the door.  "What brought this on?" Eddie asked, holding Jared close to him,
and grinding his crotch against Jared's.

"One of the soph's asked me if I'd ever had you, as a teacher I mean, and
that brought back the memory of how you picked me up last year."

"Oh? Is he cute?'

"Fuck you."

"I asked, is he cute?"

"It was Chris Coulter."

"Oh yeah," Eddie said with a grin. "I'd love to get him naked and watch him
jerkoff. I'll bet he has a killer bod."

"Again, I say, fuck you."

"Have you seen him naked?" Eddie asked.

"Not yet. I've seen him in boxers, but not completely naked."

"Has he seen you naked?"

"Do you care?"

"It makes me hard thinking of you living in the dorm, showering with all
the hot college guys, being naked with them, popping boners, having circle
jerks."

"Oh God, Eddie. That only goes on in your fantasies and once in a while on
late evenings after a lot of drinking."

"Don't forget it goes on at my loft whenever I can get a group of hot guys
together," Eddie responded with glee in his voice. "So can you get him to
my loft for some fun?"

"Let me feel him out first," Jared said. "I don't know if he's into guys."

"Oh you know you just want first crack at him."

"Maybe? So what brings you to the dorms?"

Eddie stripped off his bomber jacket. "Christ it's hot in here."

"Lousy AC. Remember, you warned me about that. Get naked if you like, I
locked the door."

Eddie smiled. "Does that mean I'm staying for a while?"

"Get your fucking clothes off," Jared replied. "I'm horny and I want to
have a professor licking and sucking on my balls and cock. Does that answer
your question?"

Eddie stood up and stripped off his t-shirt followed by his jeans. He stood
naked before Jared, his cock already growing. "Aren't you gonna take off
your clothes?"

Jared smiled at the sight of the naked man's hairy body. "You take my
clothes off for me," he ordered.

Eddie stepped forward and pulled Jared's t-shirt over his head, and opened
his jeans. He smiled as he discovered Jared was freeballing. "I've taught
you well."

"You've taught me a lot, and I'm a quick study. Now get on your knees and
suck me, Teach."

Eddie slowly sank to his knees in front of Jared, licking and kissing his
way down the smooth body of the young man, pausing at the base of his
growing cock to pay special attention to the shaft, gently licking his way
along the underside to Jared's plump hung balls. He buried his nose in them
and then took first one then the other into his mouth, sucking on them as
he knew Jared liked.

 As he worked on the R.A.'s balls, his hands kneaded the muscular ass, and
slowly worked his fingers between the crack of his ass, fingering Jared's
puckered hole. He licked the underside of Jared's cock up to the tip and
around the crown before taking it in his mouth and swallowing it down,
allowing his lips to press firmly against the smooth skin of the shaft and
humming softly to himself as he sucked.

Jared bucked his hips and fought the urge to cum. Damn, he thought; he
still knows how to get me to shoot a quick load. It didn't take more than a
moment and Jared felt his cock throbbing and them pulsing and finally
pumping out a load of cum. He opened his eyes and watched it splatter on
Eddie's hairy chest and chin. "Yes!" He moaned. "Oh yes!" His breath came
fast and hard as ribbon after ribbon of cum splashed down on his
lover. After a few moments he sighed and his breathing returned to normal.

"You aren't getting way with that, making me cum so fast. Now get over on
the bed and let me blow you right." Jared ordered. He swatted Eddie on the
ass as he turned to obey.

Eddie yelped. "Hey!"

"My turn," Jared replied. He pushed Eddie back on the bed and sank between
his hairy legs. Leaning forward he took Eddie's cock into his mouth and
began slowly licking and sucking on it like it were a lollipop.

Eddie moaned. "Oh man, get me off."

"Uh-uh. Not so fast, Mister I'm-Always-In-A-Hurry-To-Bust-A-Nut. I'm gonna
make you suffer this time. I'm gonna edge you. If you don't hold out for at
least one hour without cumming, you're leaving here naked, wearing nothing
but your bomber jacket." Jared grinned wickedly at the shocked look on
Eddie's face.

"Please, anything but that?"

"I've done worse at your bidding."

"Okay, you're on. But if I do hold out, you come to my loft tonight,
naked?"

"Agreed."

Jared lowered his head and began sucking and licking Eddie's cock once
again. He knew he would win, because Eddie couldn't hold out a full hour,
especially if he deep throated him a few times and hummed a little. Eddie
would be sprinting bare assed across the dorm parking lot, and that was a
sight he wanted to see.

Chris Coulter stood in front of his window hoping to catch a breeze in the
hot dorm. He glanced to his left and bugged out his eyes. He couldn't
believe his sight and his luck, as he watched the guy wearing nothing but a
leather bomber jacket sprinting across the parking area to a jeep. He
recognized the man when he climbed into the vehicle, and smiled to
himself. He knew he was going to enjoy Professor Mansfield's class.

End Chapter 1


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