As a teenager I was struggling with my education, and wanting to enter a specific college, I reached out to a teacher who I knew didn't like me. I'd been a bit of a dick in his lessons, but knew he'd helped other students improve massively. His initial answer was to say the least blunt, as he told me to fuckoff. But I pestered him and then found something out. I found out most if not all of the male students who'd made the grade with his extra tutelage, so the rumors said, had sex with him.
There wasn't anyone else I knew who'd put up with my cocky youthful self, so I gave it a lot of thought before I entered his class room that day. After all I was a bad boy, a gang member and someone most other teens didn't fuck with. Walking in as he was marking students papers, I was as blunt as he'd been. I told him I was desperate and then let him know I was willing to do anything, anything to improve my prospects. His look was still of one who doubted my will to do everything needed to get the grades I so desperately needed. So closing and locking the door I walked back over, dropped my trousers and underwear and leaned across his desk. His demeanor changed instantly. "Well. well. well, you really do want to change". They were the only words spoken over the next fifteen or so minutes. Moving around from where he'd been sat, he placed a large warm hand on each of my arse cheeks and pulled them apart. I didn't see him do it, but I did feel his hot breath, then his warm wet tongue probing at my arsehole. It felt totally alien to me, yet not unpleasant. And the more he lapped away at my arsehole, the more I knew I was prepared to fully engage with this man sexually.
There was no lube, no time to protest and no going back once I heard his zipper being opened. Within seconds his cock head was nudging my rear hole, and only seconds later I was completely impaled on his wonderful cock. I'd not even seen it, I had no idea how big it was or if I could take a cock up my arse. Yet there I was a young supposedly hard gang member taking his teachers cock, and unbelievably taking it right up his arsehole straight away.
There was some discomfort, but nothing like what I read about subsequently. For me it became pleasurable almost from the moment his cock bottomed out up my rear fuck tube.
Hearing me gasp with pleasure, my teacher held my shoulders, pulling me back and began to slam his cock into me. Every single nerve ending in my lower body became alive and I cried out with joy, relief and with a knowing feeling of acceptance. I shouldn't have been in that situation, or so my peers would have thought. Yet there I was leant over his desk, taking a pounding and totally loving every thrust of his cock up my arsehole. Each time his cock entered me I felt a rising sense of complete fulfillment, a realisation of what my true sexuality was. All those years I'd fought against the "Gentler" side of my true self, leaked away in those beautiful minutes of being fucked.
Then he pulled out suddenly. Moving us around and clearing one side of his desk, he removed his clothing, so I copied him. We still hadn't spoken, but I did let a gasp escape my lips as I saw for the first time, his extremely large cock. It was glistening with his saliva and my anal cream, and the large purple mushroom shaped head looked commanding at the head of a heavily veined thick cock shaft.
Climbing onto his own desk, he lay back and pointed at his cock. The point of no actual verbal communication, only highlighted I was doing everything by choice and not persuasion. So knowing what he wanted, I climbed up with him, then facing him I lowered myself, impaling my arsehole onto his glorious cock.
It was a totally different feel to our fuck then. I was in charge. I was the one who set the feel, pace and depth of how he fucked me, or me him for that matter. And only then did he speak.
Telling me to drive myself to orgasm he also said "You'll learn everything I want you to know, everything".
I'm not sure how much longer I fucked my teacher for. What I do remember is the growing feeling of utter joy. At no time in my life up to then had anyone given me so much of themselves to pleasure me, and I took that pleasure to its fulfilling end. Grinding down onto his thick cock shaft, I built up to what I now call my seminal orgasm. It was so beautiful, so magnificent, I actually cried as I came all over my teachers stomach, chest and partly his face. The huge grin on his face as my sperm flew out of my cock, told me he enjoyed my orgasm just as much as I did.
Once I'd calmed down, I slumped forwards and that's when we kissed for the first time. It just seemed right, it felt right and I knew then, anything this man wanted from me, educationally and sexually, I'd perform for and with him, with everything I had.
Sliding out of my arsehole for a second time, he turned us over so I was beneath him. Moving up, he presented his anal cream coated cock to me and I instinctively took it into my mouth. Sucking on his dick as though I'd done it my whole life, I tried to suck on his cock, the same as I'd had two girls suck my dick in the past. And it wasn't too much after I'd begun to suck on his cock, that he gripped my head and forced his manhood further down my throat. Fucking my mouth now, I was given no choice but to gulp down his dick, and then to swallow what erupted from his fuck tube, as he pumped his cock dry down my throat.
We sat naked together at his desk. He asked me if I was prepared to put as much effort into studying with him, as I had in allowing him to fuck me. My response was to prove it to him over the coming months. Studying hard to obtain my grades, I left the gang and promised myself I'd become the person I should have always fought to be.
My wonderful life changing teacher, not only took me from the brink of a life of crime and possibly prison, but he also made me into the man I am today. And throughout our discoveries, educational and sexual, I fully engrossed myself into each role. I became his cock whore and enjoyed every single second of our time together. The sex just got better and better the more we experimented with what we both liked. By the time I graduated, we were having sex at least three to four times a week, and each time I gloried in his sexual presence.
But as many things in life, all good things come to an end. Our liaisons became less frequent, and I began to date a very special and beautiful young woman. He accepted our relationship was nearing its end, but decided we'd have final fuck. Taking me on a drive out, we had an amazing time having sex on the top of a very famous hill, which overlooks the whole of the city I now live in. I took his magnificent cock deep up my arsehole until he'd cum twice. By then I was orgasmic wreck.
My life with his enormous incalculable help went from strength to strength, even though my relationship with the beautiful young woman ended a year or so later. Even so two years ago after dating a few more girls, I met and subsequently married another wonderful woman. Our sex life is fantastic as she enjoys time between the sheets just as much as I do, but she also knows about and completely accepts a part of my life that doesn't include her. And that fantastic added benefit, is that her uncle is called Pete. A gorgeous man, who who just so happens to be my ex teacher.
Pete's now fifty six, yet his sex drive hasn't diminished one iota. We get together at least once a week at his place, and spend extremely happy hours sucking and fucking. My wife knows about what her uncle and I get upto, as I tell her everything. She doesn't want to be involved, which suits me, but does insist I tell her every detail as we me make out. It's something that works for us, and long may it last.