Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2023 00:35:19 +0000
From: Nico Luna <nicoluna@hotmail.com>
Subject: Biology Lessons

Biology Lessons

-by Nico


This is a partly true, partly embellished memory that I often return to
when I'm fucking my fist. If it gets you off, please consider donating to
Nifty to keep it going.


I had the hots for my AP Bio teacher in high school, so imagine my
surprise when I transferred to community college and saw he taught
biology and chemistry there too. Against my advisor's advice, I
immediately signed up for his class even though I already had enough
science credits and didn't need to take it.

He was a giant Viking-looking bear of a man. Tall, beefy, reddish-blond
hair and beard, tan with freckles, and a sweet, handsome, dad-next-door
smile. He had massive arms covered in thick, pale hair that contrasted
with his tanned skin, and I would be transfixed staring at the ropy
muscles of his forearms flex and shift as he gestured with his hands
while he lectured, or manipulated pieces of lab equipment.

He wore loose fitting or baggy slacks most of the time, so it was hard to
get a sense for what he was packing, but the rest of him was so big,
thick, and hairy, I could only imagine that his meat was the same.

Of course, he was married and had kids, so I resigned myself to just lust
after him all semester and save up mental images of him to jack off to,
but for me that was enough.

The week before classes started I went by to buy my books and talk to one
of my professors. I had some time to kill so I stopped in the restroom in
the admin building to catch up on Tumblr porn (this was before they
cracked down on sex posts). I was about to pull it out and start stroking
when someone came in and took the stall next to me, so I just kept
scrolling and getting myself worked up with all the sex chat, videos, and
cock shots, waiting for him to leave.

Whoever was next to me was taking his time too. I couldn't hear anything
that sounded like bathroom sounds, just clicking sounds that told me he
was on his phone too. "Maybe he's jacking off too," I thought.

A few minutes later, there was a rustling sound and then a clatter as his
phone dropped onto the tile floor and bounced over, resting against the
side of my shoe. A large meaty hand shot under the stall wall feeling
around for it. I picked it up and handed it over, noticing with shock
that the screen had a video still playing, showing a small skinny Latino
guy struggling to swallow a cock so massive that it looked almost
comical. I can't forget that split second I could see the huge wet
cocky, shiny with saliva, pushing into the other guy's mouth, his face
dripping with sweat and drool.

My cock, already hard, bounced even harder, almost painfully, and a
stream of pre-cum pushed out and dripped into the bowl. The big hand
pulled back taking the phone with it, but not before I noticed the
wedding band, the pale blond hairs on the back of the hand, contrasting
with the reddish brown skin.

Shocked, I just sat there quietly as he gathered himself together, and
stepped out of his stall. I peeked through the gap between the stall and
the door and, yessir, it was HIM. He washed his hands and rushed out of
the bathroom.

I waited a minute and left the restroom. I decided to press my luck. I
looked up his office and headed to the next building to see if he was
there. My lucky day! He was sitting at his desk looking straight ahead,
lost in thought, face flushed dark red. I knocked and opened the door. I
closed it behind me and leaned against it, as he looked up distractedly.
After a second his eyes grew large as he recognized me.

"Carlos!," he said in surprise, "are you taking classes here now?"

"Yes Mr. Hansen," I answered. "I just can't get enough biology."

"Is that your major now?," he asked, still blushing a dark red shade.

"No, it's journalism. I actually signed up for your class this
semester, even though I don't need any more science credits." His
eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I just really enjoy having you as my
teacher," I said, slowly moving my hand to cup my hard on, which was
pressing painfully against my thigh. His eyes slid down and widened as he
noticed my boner. His face flushed even darker, and he looked
panic-stricken, like he'd been caught stealing.

"I just always really liked having you as my teacher," I said, pinching
the head of my dick through my jeans and rubbing my fingers lightly back
and forth along it's length, "You were my favorite teacher".

He stared at me a moment with an expression that was impossible to read.
Then he slowly stood up, revealing an impressive tent in the front of his
corduroys. He walked past me and I thought he was going to leave. But he
just closed the blinds on the office window to the hallway, turned off
the lights and locked the door. My cock pushed out another big surge of
precum into my shorts when he did that. "I'm in trouble now!," I
thought.

He put one hand on the door next to my head, took a deep breath, and
said. "Dammit, boy, what are you thinking?! How old are you now, anyway?
Was that you in the bathroom?!"

I took a deep breath too, unable to look away from the big mound pulsing
and bouncing against the loose fabric of his pants. I slowly reached
forward and gently grabbed it, gasping in shock when I felt the heat and
heavy weight of what promised to be an epic cock, thick with blood.

"Yes, that was me," I said, practically panting, "have to say I really
like your taste in videos. And I turned 18 last May (which was a lie). I
began to grope and stroke his meat through his pants, my mouth hanging
open with lust.

He pushed my hand away, unconvincingly, saying "We shouldn't..."

But I pushed my hand back into his crotch, my other hand reaching up to
caress his meaty chest. When I pinched his nipple, he moaned and leaned
into me. I knew I had him.

He looked around the darkened room with a sad or scared look on his face,
then kind of half nodded at me. I took it as a green light to explore
further. I slid one hand under his shirt, pushing through a glorious
forest of thick chest hair, pulling and pinching his nipple, while my
other hand unzipped his pants and reached in to free his meat. I pushed
my hand through the zipper and pulled the waistband of his jockeys down.
It was difficult to free such a big piece of meat, but I got it loose and
pulled it out. I took a moment to soak in the unbelievable sight of this
giant, hairy, blond hulk standing there in his polo shirt and corduroys,
with about 9" thick inches of meat sticking out of his fly, pulsing and
throbbing, a deep red, almost purple color that I found surprising for
someone with such a fair complexion. The round shiny head of his cock was
slick with precum, which dribbled some of his dogwater out onto the
floor. The sight of it made my knees week. So I just dropped to my knees
and inhaled that beautiful cock right down my throat, one hand reaching
behind his ass to pull him as deep into my face as I possibly could. He
groaned softly, gently putting one hand behind my head. I just let his
cock rest in my throat while I softly pinched my lips around the base of
his cock. He moaned some more. "Oooooh, fuck, Carlos!," he gasped, "I
had no idea. I... I`ve never done this before."

Could have fooled me. That meat throbbed in my mouth, as he slowly began
pulling and pushing, figuring out the ancient dance of the skull-fuck.
Eventually he had both hands behind my head guiding me up and down his
slick pipe. There I was, snot running out of my nose, eyes running with
tears, breathing hard like a marathon runner as drool ran down the front
of my shirt, my own cock bouncing around in the air. I didn't dare touch
it, I knew I'd shoot in an instant. It occurred to me that in that
moment, I must look just like the kid in that video on his phone, his
face a smeary mess and mouth stretched ridiculously wide with a huge slab
of meat punching down into his throat.

Suddenly, he pulled out, leaned down and pulled me up to standing. "God
Carlos, it's so good, I can't stand it. I gotta fuck you now," he
said, not really asking. He turned me around and pushed me over toward
his desk. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the edge of the desk as
he pulled my shirt up and my jeans down. It was quiet for a second as I
imagine he just stood there, taking in the sight of my lean, smooth body.
I had a small waist but a well-rounded ass and thick, strong thighs, from
running and wrestling. When he slapped my ass it took me completely by
surprise and I yelped.

"Shhh!!," he whispered, "sorry about that. Couldn't help myself."
Then he began sliding his big cock between my ass cheeks, squeezing them
together with his hands to make a tight pocket for him to fuck. Every so
often his big cock head would push against my hole, making me groan with
lust. It was driving me insane. It was already pretty slick back there
from how much he was dripping into my crack, when I heard him spit a few
times into his hand. "This is IT!," I thought joyously. "I'm finally
gonna get fucked, and by Mr. Hansen!!"

"Wait," he said, "have you done this before?," he asked. Again, I
lied "you better believe it! Go ahead and put it in me." I said with a
confidence I didn't feel but determined to take this gorgeous man's
cock and cum into me.

I felt the thick round head of his cock pushing against my hole, nudging,
knocking at the door. I was scared. He gently thrust against me, teasing
me gingerly, then suddenly that battering ram was pushing up into me,
just a few inches at first. Honestly it hurt like hell at first, but the
idea that I actually had a cock in my hole for the first time, HIS cock,
had me so turned on that after a few seconds my hole just spread open for
him and he poured on into me. He must have been about halfway up my chute
when suddenly I felt it pulsing. He was coming. He was coming in my ass!

But he didn't stop pushing, even though he had come. I could feel his
jizz sliding down my legs. He just grabbed onto my waist and pushed even
harder, slowly sliding more of his cock up into me. I felt it stop when
it couldn't go further into me, but he kept pushing. Then, when I
thought that was as far as he could go, he reached for something on the
desk fumbled with it, then brought it around to my face. He had taken the
cap off a little bottle and held it up to my nose. "Breathe in," he
said, "I'm not all the way in you yet, and I just have to bottom out in
that sweet ass of yours, or I'll never get soft enough to pull out."

I inhaled the strange chemical smell from the bottle. It smelled like
sweaty armpits, which I found sexy. Then he held it to my other nostril,
and I breathed in again. Suddenly, I felt the tight grip of my hole
around his cock loosen up, and he slid another inch, still pressing hard
against a wall inside of me. And then it happened. I felt that huge cock
head push ahead through to another place deeper inside of me. I had no
idea I had a second hole up there. He had just breached my inner wall. I
was all the way impaled on his cock. I realized I could feel his heavy
balls and pubic hair against my ass cheeks. He had bottomed out in me.
Still pushing and grunting softly in my ear. He was coming again. Or
still coming? Then he pulled back a few inches and punched violently back
up into me, bottoming out again in my ass with a wet splatter of cum.
That was all it took. I came violently without even touching myself. I
could feel my ass spasming and squeezing down hard on his cock as I was
bowled over with an explosive orgasm that made me feel like my head was
going to explode.

Some amount of time later, I had relaxed enough for him to pull out of
me. It felt like a mile of cock was sliding out of my poor battered hole,
along with a crazy amount of his jizz.

I just fell forward onto his desk, panting, and trying to think of what
to say. He pulled up his pants, zipped up, walked away, and came back
with a stack of paper shop towels. He used those scratchy towels to clean
me up, and the pool of come I had left on the floor.

"Oh, you messed up your pants," he said, noticing the streaks of cum
all over my underwear and jeans.

"It's okay," I said. I have a sweater in my backpack, I'll just tie
it around my waist."

He stood there awkwardly, trying to think of what else you say to a kid
you just fucked for the first time. "I, uh, I hope I didn't, uh..." he
stammered.

"Mr. Hansen," I interrupted him, "thank you for giving me your cock. I
lied to you before. That was my first time. I never imagined how good it
would feel having your big cock inside me. I loved it. I love having your
come inside me right now. I hope I get to suck you off and have you fuck
me again and again."

He stood there, as if he himself couldn't believe what had just
happened. "Yeah, uh, no problem," he said, as if I'd asked him if he
had change for a dollar. "Please don't tell anyone. I could get fired
for this. My wife..." I just smiled at him. "Mr. Hansen," I said, "why
would I do anything that would keep me from being able to get more of
this," I said gently cupping his cock mound though his pants. He smiled
awkwardly, as if embarrassed. "I've had the hots for you for so long. I
can't believe I just got to suck and get fucked by the cock I've been
imagining for over a year. I can't wait to do it again."

We both just stood there looking at each other. "You just let me know
when and where," I continued, "I will always come to service you when
you need it."

He patted me on the shoulder, "yeah, okay." He turned on the lights and
unlocked the door. "See you around," he said with a weak smile. I knew
I had him on the hook. He maybe felt bad about fucking me, I could tell,
but I also knew he wouldn't be able to resist fucking me again. My sore
hole twitched at the thought of it. I finished dressing and tied the
sweater around my waist. "See ya around," I answered back, and left.

Walking to my car, I felt the cold wet remnants of our fuck sliding
around in my underwear, my cock and balls stuck together with drying
jizz. I could feel more of his cum leaking out of my hole. I was a total
cummy mess. A sore, sloppy hole. I had been fucked. I had been fucked by
a huge cock. HIS cock. And I was going to be stretched out by that big
meat again and again.

I couldn't be happier.


-Nico


Nicoluna@hotmail.com