Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2007 20:40:47 -0600
From: Xavier L <xavier.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Improving My Scores #1

Improving My Scores
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a school teacher and a
teen. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this
theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the
Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list).

If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel
free to email me as well.

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when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at
xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk.


Robert was a classic spoiled jock.  He was 15 and used to getting his way.
Figured he could fuck around, not do his assignments, and he was going to
get good grades.  That was until the little football stud got into my
class.  I had always admired his handsome looks, sun-lightened blonde hair
and gorgeous blue eyes.  I had sometimes watched him at practice, and it
looked like he was packing a pretty basket.

Today he had stayed after school finishing up a test.  He waited while I
graded it as he needed my signature to be able to participate in this
Friday's big game.  When I finished, I didn't have good news for him. I
motioned for him to come up to my desk.  When he got close, I noticed a
faint scent of his musk.  Without all the other kids in the room, it was
detectable now I guess.

"Sorry Robert, but you didn't get a high enough grade."

"WHAT?!"

"Sorry."

"But I HAVE to play this Friday!!"

"Too bad you won't be."

"Mr. B isn't there something I can do?!"

He was desperate.  His eyes had a wild look to them.  I glanced at his
crotch which was almost even with my face and then glanced back up.  I
thought I saw a look of understanding on his face but wasn't sure.

"Robert if you took the time to study and applied yourself here like you do
out on the field, you'd be kicking ass!"

I watched his hand move from his pocket to an area just to the right of his
fly.  His fingers slowly rubbed the spot.  "Isn't there SOMETHING we can
work out?"

I tore my eyes from his fingers and gazed up into his chiseled face.  He
had a crooked grin that told me he knew damn well what he was
doing. . . and what I wanted.  "Well, I don't know.  I suppose we MIGHT be
able to figure something out."  "Yeah?  That would be so great Mr. B."  His
fingers now traced the outline of his growing cock.  "I'd be really
grateful."

"Well, what do you have in mind?" I asked trying to sound innocent and
clueless.

He smiled and walked over to the window and lowered the blind.  He grinned
broadly as he walked back to my desk, a straining bulge deforming his
jeans.  Without saying anything, my gaze firmly affixed to the bulge, I
watched his fingers unbuttoning his fly.  He undid the first two buttons
and stopped.  "Do we have a deal?" he asked.

I looked up into his eyes.  Their blue depths seared into me.  Sensing my
internal battle, I watched as he slowly began lifting up his black T-shirt
exposing his 6-pack.  My eyes riveted on his abs while he pulled the shirt
completely off and stepped forward more.  "Do we have a deal?" he repeated
calmly.

All I could do was stare at the bulge in his jeans, my peripheral vision
including the view of his "innie" navel.  I watched my hand extend and
begin rubbing the lump in the denim.  He reached down and undid another
button.  "Just say it, and it's all yours."

I looked up at his bare chest and then back down to his pants.  I licked my
lips.  "OK! Fine.  We have a deal! But you don't say ANYTHING to ANYBODY!"

"No problem.  Gotta take care of my Teach, right?" he said, unbuttoning the
remaining metal attachments to the fly.  I swallowed my pooling saliva as I
eagerly watched his fingers working on revealing his meat.  When the fly
was completely unbuttoned, he pushed the jeans down until gravity took
over.  I watched them slide away revealing his muscular, pale thighs.

I stared openly at his red and black plaid boxers and the large tent
protruding in them.

"Go on.  Get your prize."

I reached out and began rubbing his hard cock through his boxers.

"Is that all you're going to do?" he asked firmly.

I reached up, my hands shaking slightly, and grabbed the waistband of his
boxers and slowly peeled them down.  His cock sprang out and twitched a
couple of times as if testing the air.  I stared at his perfect young
flesh.  It was at least 7 inches, probably closer to 8.  I wondered
silently if his dick would grow more as he got older!  The helmet head
revealed he had been circumcised.  It was on the thicker side and had
prominent veins.  The base of his cock was surrounded by ash blonde pubic
hairs.  I moved my hand to his balls and felt their weight.  They were on
the larger side as well.

My trance was broken by his instruction: "Go on.  You know what you want to
do."

I did indeed, but I was also scared shitless.  Then I felt his hand on the
back of my head pushing me toward his luscious cock, and my lust pushed
aside my trepidation.  My lips parted and I became unhinged as I got the
first taste of saltiness on my tongue.  I felt his hard rod invade my mouth
as some of his sweat assaulted my taste buds.  I moaned uncontrollably.

"That's right.  Suck my cock Teach!"

I gripped his taut ass cheeks in my hands and then began hungrily devouring
his young cock.  Immediately his hips began to pump sliding his thick dick
back and forth in my mouth.

As I picked up rhythm, I heard him say "Oh yeah!" and his fucking motion
picked up as well.  I kept trying to work more of his cock into my mouth,
but he disrupted it by unexpectedly pulling out of my mouth.  I stared at
him confused and downtrodden.  He smiled, shoved some of the papers on my
desk over and then set down on the desk, spreading his legs.  I immediately
wheeled my chair so that I was positioned between his athletic thighs and
quickly returned his precious cock to my mouth.

He leaned back, and I let my hands roam over his lean body while my mouth
worked his rod.  He became more aggressive, and soon I his strong grip was
pushing my head down harder forcing his thick meat deeper into my throat.
I gagged and tried to move my head back defensively, but he just thrust
upward with his pelvis shoving his cock deeper.  I struggled to keep from
choking while he forced my head down even more.  I finally figured out to
try to breathe when my head went up and then hold it when he shoved it back
down.  Once I was cooperating more, his grip slackened.  I removed my mouth
from his dick, tears rolling down my cheeks from my earlier gagging, and
went to work on his balls.

He pulled his cock close to his body while I sucked on his sac which had a
minimal amount of wiry pubic hairs.  He moaned softly as I sucked on the
large balls.  When my mouth finally returned to his cock, he immediately
nudged me into deep throating him again.  This time I did it willingly,
relishing the feeling of his cock filling my throat.

"Fuck yeah!  I've got a load for you man!" he said, guiding my head up and
down faster.  He began bucking with his pelvis as well.  As his pace
quickened, so did mine.  I was desperate for his boy juice.  "Here it
comes!  Gonna bust a nut!"  He worked up to a feverish pace, and then
exclaimed "Shit!"  Simultaneously I started coughing as his thick jizz
flooded into my throat.  I swallowed greedily, even deep throating him once
more.  I felt his grip tighten in my hair.  I massaged his balls softly
while his orgasm continued its rush down my throat.

After I had milked him dry, I released his dick.  I sat back staring at his
shrinking flesh.

"Fuck that was good Mr. B!"

I couldn't bring myself to say anything or look at his face.

He moved off of the desk, handing me his test and signature form.  I
watched him slowly redress as I signed his paper and changed his D to a B.
He examined the papers and slapped me on the shoulder.  "You're alright
Teach!"  I watched him stuff the papers into his backpack and head for the
door.  "See you tomorrow!  Looking forward to class!"

I watched him depart.  I leaned back in my chair, heart racing.  What had I
done?!  My throat felt funny still, and I could taste the remnants of his
juice.  I gathered my stuff mechanically and drove home.  I felt like a
zombie.

The next day I half dreaded and half anticipated fifth period when Robert
would be back.  I watched him walk in wearing a pair of very loose-fitting
shorts.  They showed off his basket way too well.  He sat down in his usual
seat.  A couple of times while they were reading quietly, I casually
glanced up to where he sat.  I noticed he had arranged his shorts to give
me a tantalizing view of his nuts.  When he found me staring, he would
slowly rub his crotch making me crazy.

Toward the end of class, I knew I couldn't face him, so I decided to do
some filing in the small adjoining office to the classroom.  When the bell
rang, I yelled my dismissal without coming out of the tiny room.  I waited
for a while and was relieved when Robert didn't show up.  I breathed a deep
sigh and turned my attention to the rest of my files.

That is until I heard the door to the tiny room close and the lock was
thrown.  I turned around to see a smiling Robert standing there pulling his
shirt off.

"Ummmm, Robert. . . what are you doing?"

"I'm thinking I'd like an A."

"Look, what happened yesterday . . . "I faltered as he calmly removed his
shorts, his cock standing proudly away from his body.  He got very close
until our bodies were almost touching.  His hand went to my belt and
started unfastening it.  "Robert. . . " I began but couldn't complete the
sentence as he undid the button on the waist of my pants.  He unzipped them
rapidly and tugged them down.  I was almost shaking as I felt his fingers
slide into the fly of my cotton boxers and wrap around my growing cock.  He
removed his fingers and then yanked my boxers down.

Looking at my cock he said "Nice."  He slowly stroked my dick a few times.
My pulse pounded in my throat.  "Turn around," he said.

Not totally understanding what was going on, I did as he instructed.

"Oh yeah, REALLY nice," he said as he began kneading my ass.  I stood there
motionless as I fought a sense of vertigo.  It was like I understood what
was about to happen, but I couldn't wrap my brain around the idea.  His
hands moved off my ass momentarily.  I heard a click and then Robert's
voice telling me to bend over.  Robotically I leaned over the desk.  I felt
Robert's strong hands shoving my shirt up my back.  And then my mind
stopped swirling and everything was clear now.

"Robert. . . " I began once again, but I felt his hard cock sliding between
my cheeks.

"You a virgin?" he asked.

I felt his head pressing against my hole, and I answered softly, in almost
a whisper, "Not totally."  And then the head of his dick pushed past my
anus.  I gripped the sides of the desk as my hole strained against the
large invader.

"Ever have a big dick like this up your ass?"

His meaty rod entered me more cutting off my attempt to answer him.  I
could feel my face flush with the pain.  "Nooooo," I squeaked out.

"Yeah, you're fucking tight Teach!"

He stopped momentarily to let me adjust.  "Don't you . . . have practice?"
I asked.

"Starting late.  No worries.  I have plenty of time to finish fucking you."
I felt his dick retract a little and then stay immobile.  Once again I
heard a click and then his cock started moving forward again.  "Needed more
lube for your tight ass!"

THAT'S what that clicking sound was! I realized before the next flash of
pain erupted from my ass.

"Dude, just relax.  You're gonna take it all no matter what anyway."

I forced myself to relax while more of his cock slid into me.  A little
more cock and then suddenly the rest of it slid in, and his body was
pressed against mine.  If felt like his dick was on the inside of mine!!
He slowly moved back and forth as my hole accommodated his rod more
readily.  I tried various things to ease the pain including holding my
breath.  It slowly decreased the longer the fucking went on.  Which seemed
like an eternity, and not in a good way!  At least not initially.  Soon I
discovered I enjoyed the feeling of his fingers digging into my hips, his
young body slapping against mine while his thick cock rammed repeatedly
into my ass, stimulating my prostate and sending ripples of ecstasy
throughout my body.

As the fucking intensified, I found myself shoving my ass backward trying
to lodge more of his thick meat into my ass.  I was moaning as his pace
quickened.

"Yeah! I KNEW you'd like it!" he exclaimed triumphantly, his rhythm growing
even more urgent.  The way he was holding onto me, and the way his
breathing sounded ragged told me he was nearing orgasm.  Sure enough,
shortly after that thought crossed my mind, the fucking motion stopped
followed by his cock twitching inside my hole as he unloaded.  "Damn that
was hot!!!"

Unwillingly I heard myself say "Yeah, really!"

"So, was that worth an A?"

The question caught me by surprise, but my quick answer was "Hell yes!"

He pulled out, slapped me on the ass and then began putting his clothes
back on.  I let the sight of his jock body wash over me as it slowly
disappeared beneath his clothes.  I followed his lead and pulled my pants
back up, tucking my shirt in and fastening my belt once again.

He grabbed his backpack, flashed me a will-melting smile, and said: "If you
want, you can wait until after practice, and then you can blow me again."
Without waiting for a response, he spun around and headed out of the room.

What nerve! I thought.  I walked into the classroom and looked out the
window and saw some of the players beginning to gather on the field.
"Guess I could grade some papers," I said out loud as I headed to my desk
to wait for football practice to finish.


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