First session
It happened a few years ago. My name is Artem. I finished school in my small village, passed the Unified State Exam and somehow miraculously entered a university in Omsk, the regional center. At that time, I was 18 years old. Moving was a way of life for me, otherwise I would have stayed in my village forever. My girlfriend stayed here, and I entered the electrical engineering specialty, moved into a dorm.
Changes in my life were not easy for me, I was used to a measured life and the hustle and bustle of a big city, university and life in general scared me.
Everything was average with my studies, I had no right to fail my studies and get kicked off the budget, because I would not have been able to afford to study on a paid basis.
/> I tried my best, but there were problems with mathematics. I have never liked it since childhood, and here everything was much more difficult. The teacher seemed to be not bad, but it was not enough.
The first session, an exam, I failed it in the classics.
The teacher's name was Sergey Yuryevich. He did not pressure, but on the contrary, tried to encourage me and told me to come to retake the exam on Saturday.
I came, there were three like me. They all failed the exam again, I was the last one to come in.
Sergey Yuryevich was sitting in an elevated mood, he even joked about the ticket. I understand that my head is empty. He tells me:
- Artem, don't worry, you will be allowed to the next session with a debt, and then you will fix everything in the summer.
But I really did not want to go home and disgrace myself, and for some reason I answered him:
- Sergey Yuryevich, maybe we can do something about this, I am ready for everything you say. Absolutely everything.
I meant some additional assignments, or maybe help at the department, in the end I was even ready to pay.
He reacted to this somehow strangely, only said mysteriously:
- You don’t throw such phrases around, just about everything?
I answered:
- Well, yes.
And only after that I understood what was in his head, and from his look and smile I guessed that he was playing out an option with something obscene in his head.
- Let's do it this way, Artem. I still have an hour and a half to pass the test with another group, come to the parking lot to my car, we'll solve the issue there.
I agreed, there was nowhere to go. In my head I sat for these hour and a half and played out that he would definitely pester me, thought about how to get out of it, what to answer. If he insults me, then I will never pass this exam and will fail the session, get off the budget, the university management will get to it. And rumors will also go around the university that I am involved in something obscene.
In my head I knew I was in trouble.
An hour and a half passed, I was waiting for Sergei Yuryevich in the parking lot next to his black Chevrolet Lacetti. He walked over, smiled and offered to sit down. We drove in silence, the journey took about 5-6 minutes. We drove up to some dead end, where there were either abandoned buildings or poplars with bushes on all sides.
He started first:
- Artem, I'm not insisting, but since you came with me, you've already begun to guess what I want to offer you. We can help each other. I don't want to seem like a pervert, but if you agree to do something nice for me, I'll not only give you an exam, but I'll also be able to help you in the future, put in a good word for you at the department, so that you'll have as many problems as possible with your studies.
I didn't know what to answer, I was silent for about 30 seconds, and then said:
- To be honest, I'm shaking with fear right now, I don't know what to answer you. I understand what you're asking, but I've never done this, I'm actually straight and I don't even know what to do.
- Artem, relax. First of all, you understand that this will remain between us, as a teacher it is generally dangerous for me to even suggest such a thing, but I have such a weakness, what can I do. For many years I have been harboring this fantasy that a student gives me a blowjob.
When I heard this word, I almost fainted. But it seemed there was no way back.
- I don’t even know what to do, where to start, Sergey Viktorovich.
- To be honest, neither do I. But let's try.
He smiled, took my hand and put it on his pants. I began to slowly stroke the place where his penis was presumably. In order not to sit in complete silence, he slightly increased the radio and leaned back in the seat. I was afraid to look him in the eyes. A couple of minutes later, I felt that the penis in his pants began to increase in size. To direct me in the right direction, he unbuttoned his fly.
I realized that I needed to take the initiative. The fear gradually disappeared, there was only excitement.
Sergey Viktorovich was a strong, sinewy man, about 40 years old. In appearance, he somewhat resembled the heroes of TV series about cops. I looked at him, his eyes were closed, his lips gave off a barely noticeable smile.
I took his penis out of my fly. It was almost fully erect. So unusual, I had never held someone else's penis in my hands, the first couple of minutes I just looked and stroked. It was simply incredibly hot, my pulse was beating in my hands. The penis was uncut, 16-17 centimeters long. In terms of width, everything was also normal, it fit in my hand perfectly. I moved it up and down, but then I realized that he expected something completely different from me. I went down and licked it with my eyes closed. Sergey Yuryevich jerked slightly and sighed. I repeated this, then began to lick it and move my hand. Deeper and deeper I tried to put it in my mouth, while very gently continuing to move my hand along the trunk. Here I heard Sergei Yuryevich start moaning. Quietly at first, then louder.
- Artem, can I put my hand on your head?
I agreed, only whispering:
- Uh-huh.
I continued to caress his penis, you could say "sucked". He was already moaning loudly. I remembered that I needed to do something. I freed his balls from my fly and began to lick them very carefully, while continuing to move my hand up and down. He began to stroke my head and whisper:
- Yes, my good one, keep going. How nice, yes, yes ...
I admit, I began to get turned on. I myself was practically getting an erection. I returned to his penis, began to lick the head and swallow it deeper and deeper.
- Yes, suck, suck my good one. Don't stop baby, suck my boy!
I was already stunned by this and sucked as if he were my boyfriend. He stopped slightly and asked me:
- You don't mind if I cum in your mouth, do you?
Here I didn’t expect it from myself:
“Of course, Sergei Yuryevich, cum right in her mouth!”
- Yes, my sweet, yes, suck it! Suck it, don't stop!
He seemed to be going crazy, he started writhing, grabbed my hair and continued moaning.
- My little one, I'm going to cum now, yes, suck it, suck my dick!
Then his sperm splashed into my mouth. It's indescribable, he pushed his dick into my mouth and each time he made such a loud moan that I got seriously turned on. I swallowed absolutely everything that flowed out of his dick! The dick fell very slowly and I sucked every millimeter during this period.
- This is just delight. You are simply wonderful! - he told me and leaned back in the seat again.
- Sergey Yuryevich, you understand that this should remain only between us!?
- Of course, I'm not a fool! I'll give you a ride to the hostel.
- Thank you very much.
He gave me a ride, I got out and stood on the porch for another fifteen minutes and looked into the distance, as if I didn't understand what had just happened.
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