Ian Tyler Erotica
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🕑 Added 2023-04-29 19:42:19 +0000 UTCThis story was posted right before tumblr went down years ago, and it didn't get the credit (pun intended) that it deserved. Original photo inspiration is on the Discord, but it's nothing crazy...
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Another school year is almost complete. I’m proctoring my first of two days of final exams, and then my students will leave for the summer to study abroad and complete internships. And I will finally retire. My office has been packed, and my books are already in a moving van headed west. I’m leaving Northeast winters behind and heading to California to enjoy post-academia.
I walked into the lecture hall to see two hundred nervous faces staring back at me. I normally begin with a few jokes to calm everyone’s nerves, but today, I just couldn’t be bothered. I walked up the stairs passing out stacks of exams down the rows. I got back to the front, dramatically started the clock, and began to wait for three hours. Most of my focus was on my laptop researching restaurants near my new beach house, but periodically, I would look up to scan for cheaters.
After about two hours, I noticed a student in the front row staring at me. He had his test paper balanced on a clipboard on his leg, which seemed odd, until I saw the size of his muscular thighs. The fold-out desk wouldn’t have been able to lay flat over his massive figure. I kept glancing away so I wouldn’t sustain eye contact, but I always was drawn back to him.
I think he played football, or was it rugby? I had taught so many athletes over the years, and most of them blurred together. This one was borderline failing like so many had been in past years, but he was different. He always turned in his papers on time, and he never cheated. He was just struggling with the material, and I felt for him. He rarely made it to office hours because he was always in practice. But there was also another feeling I had for him.
I never have had crushes on students before. I know that sounds crazy, but I never wanted to be the professor that was rumored to give out As for sex, so I tried to stay completely out of that head space. But this year, I realized that I just couldn’t be bothered. After this Friday, I would probably never see any of my fellow professors again. So I crushed. I would check Instagram accounts of certain students and save shirtless pictures from spring break trips for my private collection.
And I knew that over the years that students had done the same to me. I had heard whispers in class before, and I knew on those professor rating sites that I always was labeled sexy as well as a good lecturer. Even as my hair slowly turned gray. Once, when I had dropped my chalk while writing, I saw a camera flash followed by laughter as I bent down to pick it up.
So today, I decided to throw caution to the wind and just stare back. When I finally looked into this student’s eyes, I noticed that they were a beautiful shade of green. And when he smiled that bashful smile, I saw a flash of white teeth. I looked back to my computer again with a smirk of my own. When I looked up again, his eyes immediately flashed up to mine. He still held a pencil in his right hand, but his left hand was pawing at his crotch, hidden behind a pair of short shorts. Now was the point of of no return, and I went forward, maintaining eye contact. I felt myself growing in my slacks, but I still had almost an hour left until I could touch myself. This guy was putting on a private show just for me, but I had hundreds of eyes on me. I was trapped, and he knew it.
I somehow tore my eyes away and focused back on my computer for the next ten minutes. But when I looked up again, I had my breath taken away from me. He had his clipboard right in the middle of his lap now, but under it, I saw his large cock finally released from his shorts. Trying not to be noticed by the students behind him, he was slowly stroking himself. I looked at my watch and saw that there were only ten minutes left. I closed my laptop to signal that my attention was all him.
He leaned back in his seat and thrust his legs open towards me. His cock hung down a good five inches soft, just taunting me. Finally, the alarm went off. and I called for pencils to be put down. Everyone passed their papers to the left, and I walked to the top of the stairs. As I grabbed student papers, they all quickly filed out into the sunshine. Once I was back at the front, my casanova was still seated. Not until the last other student walked out and the door slammed quickly behind him did he stand up to turn in his paper. As he walked towards me, I observed that his cock was still hanging out of his shorts.
Sorry sir, I sometimes forget how short these rugby shorts are. I haven’t done laundry in a while because I’ve been studying so hard.
Oh don’t worry, I’m a big fan of rugby- both the uniforms and the players.
He gave me a small laugh but still made no moves to cover himself.
I know that my grade is low, but I did want you to know how hard I’ve been working. For two hours, I really tried to write everything I knew about the topic.
And what were you doing for the last hour of the exam?
Trying my hardest to ensure that I got a C in this class.
I decided to humor him and looked over his exam paper carefully. I noticed between misspellings that he really did list a lot of what I wanted. Some of it was actually completely right. But it was a short essay, and I didn’t know if it could ensure that he would pass.
After a quick glance over, I’m not sure. This looks like it might get you a D but I’m not ready to write a C on it yet. Do you have anything else you can add?
My pencil ran out of lead so I don’t think I can write any more. All I have are the clothes on my back.
I walked forward towards him, and I saw him slightly shiver. I knew that we were both new to this.
I think that’s a good start.
He hesitated for a second, but lifted the shirt up over his bulky chest and had to really pull to get the tight material over his arms. He had a barrel chest, but it was all muscle. He didn’t have a super defined chest- he was all strength. Perfect for manhandling around the rugby pitch. He slid his shorts down immediately before he could second guess himself. His thighs were smooth, hairless, and huge. I envisioned my head down there and felt myself getting hard again. I walked slowly around him to see an impressive ass. I grabbed him, and he fell off balance at the sudden touch. But as he found his footing again, he didn’t move away from my hands.
Professor-
I think you can call me Taylor now, given the circumstances.
Taylor, I haven’t done this before, and I don’t think I could for any of my other professors.
I had now reached my arms around his waist and began fondling his cock.
And why is that?
Because I’m not attracted to any other professor like I am towards you. I sometimes can’t focus in class because I’m staring.
I turned him around towards me.
Undress me.
This time, he didn’t hesitate at all. He unbuttoned my shirt and flung it onto the chalk covered desk. He began to pull my tank undershirt over my head, but in his haste, the fabric ripped at the collar.
Fuck it, rip it off me.
In one pull, he split the fabric down the center, and I felt the cool AC rush over my skin. My chest was covered in hair in contrast to his young, hairless torso, and he buried his face it in. I was in complete ecstasy at him licking around one of my nipples that I didn’t even notice him undo my belt and push my slacks to the floor. He put a large hand onto the front of briefs, and I grew in his hand. He ripped those too off my body without protest.
I now stood vulnerable and naked in the very lecture hall that I had taught in for decades.
My office is right across the hallway. Check to see if anyone is out there and then lead the way. You’re going to fuck your way into passing this class.
He walked over to the door and cracked it open. He waved me over, and we walked across the corridor holding our clothes. Once the door was closed and locked, he lifted me up onto my empty desk.
Actually professor, after I give you the best fuck of your life, you’re going to give me an A.
