My name is Zach. I am a 19-year-old student athlete, and I am gorgeous - at least that's what they tell me. I'm smart too, top of my class, and I do stupid things. I love doing stupid things, and I have no regrets.
I'm not going to bore you with irrelevant life details, just to say that I'm 5 foot 11, black hair and light complexion, and a smooth, well-built body without an ounce of fat on it. I am, what you would call, a hot twink. I'm writing this to share some of the stupid things I do, which all relate to sex.
I get horny all the time, but I have a slightly different trigger for my horniness. Sure, I'm into pretty girls, but I also like guys. Just not the guys you'd expect. I like them older. Sort of a daddy thing, but not exactly. Incest does not turn me on.
So, maybe, more of a teacher thing. Someone who has authority, even power. I like unexpected situations of inequality. I know that I'm gorgeous, everyone says so, and that's why I secretly crave to be in the power and at the pleasure of someone who "shouldn't" deserve it. I know that I can get almost any girl or guy I want, but what turns me on is when a guy who doesn't deserve me - because of age, perhaps - gets total power over me.
This makes the guys in their 40s very happy. But not every guy is for me just because he's been around a few decades. I need a teacher, someone with a superhot imagination who understands control, embarrassment, and similar fantasies. I want an older guy to not just play with my body, but to play with my mind.
So one day, I saw Dave's profile on a dating site. He had a torso picture, which looked pretty hot. He wasn't into fucking, which was actually fine with me. I do love to give head, though, because that is a very submissive and subservient act.
But the next line of his profile is what got me. "Into fantasies and role-play. I'll be a teacher you won't forget." Yes, and one other line put it over: "Hosting today." I sent him a message.
I love a dominant man. I usually don't like long messaging sessions, but this one was different. We worked out the (hopefully first of many) fantasies we would play. Then I sent him my picture, an underwear shot, which he marked as "liked."
A moment later, his picture arrived. He was naked from the waist up, and his face was in the shot. He had a great body! Yes, maybe a little belly, but muscled arms and amazing pecs. And his face was handsome! He wasn't as gorgeous as I, of course, but that's why it was perfect. He wasn't deserving of a supermodel like me, and yet I wanted him to own me like a puppy.
I'm not that much of an exhibitionist, but I do love to be naked in front of an unworthy guy and watch him get horny for me. I would even consider stripping for a small group, if they will treat me as their toy. I'm not into running naked through the park, but if you meet the horny teacher requirements, I will give you a lap dance you will never forget.
He lived in an apartment about five minutes away, so that was great. I put on my tightest underwear, sweatpants, T-shirt and hoodie. I wanted to emphasize my age because it fit in with the fantasy he wanted to play. The problem with sweatpants is that your boner shows, and as I was climbing the stairs to his apartment, mine was stiffening up.
I knocked on the door, and after what seemed forever, he opened. He immediately look me up and down, and then waved me in. Just like the picture, he was good-looking but not gorgeous. Just the right mix.
I love the feeling of walking into a private and discrete space with a guy. The moment the door is closed, and we're both alone there, is hot. We both know that we can let go and no one will say anything. His place was clean, with a nice large living room and a very comfortable couch. It was carpeted, and the windows had curtains in front of them for privacy. Perfect.
"Well, young man," he began, diving right in, "unfortunately, for you that is, it seems you're going to fail my course. To be honest, I don't give a shit, because I really don't like you that much. You're an arrogant ass hole, to be frank. You sit there in class showing looking obviously bored, showing no respect, and having nothing to contribute. And I don't like arrogant ass holes wasting my time. So why did you want to come and see me?"
I stammered. "Well, I'm sorry you.."
"Oh shut up, you don't mean the apology. What do you want? Why are you wasting my time?"
He was so good at this. I decided to embrace the role with everything I had. I may not be the best actor, but I'll compensate with enthusiasm.
"Mr. Clark, I came to see if there was anything I could do about my grades. I'm sorry you don't like me, but I wish there were some way I could fix this. I know, I know, I have been disprespectful, and I'm really sorry. I want to make it up to you, if you'll let me. I really need this course credit. What can I do? You're the one with the power to.."
"Power is correct. I have a lot of power over my students, especially in this school. I don't even think you realize just how much power I have. Maybe I will show you, but first, tell me what you are willing to do for me to consider giving you another chance?"
That word, "Power." That pushed me over the edge. My dick was pushing out my sweatpants into a huge bulge. Mr. Clark saw it, and smirked. I knew I needed to do something dramatic, and capitalize on that "power" idea. And so I did it.
I went down on my knees, and looked up at the powerful Mr. Clark. "Mr. Clark, yes you are very powerful. I'm just an arrogant student, and I deserve nothing. I will do anything you want if you will consider helping me get a better grade... anything..."
Mr. Clark didn't miss a beat. He knew what I meant, and he was prepared to milk it for all it was worth. He kicked off his shoes and took off his socks. I watched him, wondering what was next.
"Lick my feet, you fucking ass hole."
Just like that, straight into the role-play. And so I put my face down and started licking the tops of his feet. I knew he was loving it. "You horny boys are all the same, I can get you to do anything I want." He kicked back his heels, and I took his toes in my mouth, sensuously sucking them. They had a slightly salty taste, which was cool. But just knowing how I looked, sucking his feet while on my knees before him, was really turning me on. Finally, after about 5 minutes of this, Mr. Clark was ready to use his power even more.
"Get up." He went to the couch and relax, while I stood up in front of him. "You've now shown what a complete and total asshole you are. Don't think I haven't noticed that, while looking bored in class, you're also stealing glances at my body. I've seen you looking me up and down."
I loved this line of conversation. "I.. I'm embarrassed, Mr. Clark," I stammered.
