I watched as my English Professor, Mr. Kane, wrote a series of words down on the board. He was a rather tall man maybe around 6'1 or 6'2. He wasn't too muscular, but he had an athletic build from playing soccer and running track. I guess you could call him hot, but he wasn't exactly my type, or at least that's what I told my friends when they pester me.
"Andrews, my office." he stated when class was over, and it startled me. I packed up my book bag and slung it over my shoulder before I headed down the steps towards the door to his office. "You wanted to see me?" I asked looking at him standing in front of the window looking out. "Yes, I wanted to talk to you about your grades." He said and a knot formed in my chest.
"What about them?" I asked stupidly because we both knew what this was about. I already knew that my grades were horrible and pathetic, and didn't want or need someone else to tell me that. "Jackson, you know your going to fail this semester if you don't pass my class right?" he asked as he pointed to the couch against the wall.
"But I can't fail another semester." I said panicking as I took off my bag and sat on the couch. "Well then you need to bring your grades up." He said walking towards his office door and locking it. I watched him a little awkwardly as he walked back to his desk and dropped the key into one of his drawers.
"I uhm, I've been trying to, but I can't." I admitted honestly as the knot in my chest grew. He then came and sat next to me on the couch looking down at me. "What if I told you I had a way to raise your grades?" He asked starting to rub my upper thigh.
"Wait Mr. Kane, really? I don't think we should do it this way." I said moving my thigh. "Do you not want to pass this semester?" He asked moving my hand to the top of his crotch. I didn't respond and just sat there feeling his dick through his jeans.
"Yes, I want to pass, but not like this. Is there any other way?" I asked nervously as I continued to rub his growing boner. "You can either do it my way and pass my class for sure or do it your way and test your odds." He stated starting to spread my legs with his large hand.
My body couldn't deny the touch that I was feeling, and I started to get a boner as well. "See look at you, I can feel your erection growing Jackson. I know you like this, the way it feels and everything. The way you look at me during class then tell your friends that I'm not your type? You and I both know you've wanted this for a long time." He stated starting to loosen my joggers.
"Its just that you're my professor isn't this wrong?" I asked gasping as he moved my hand down into his jeans and underwear. "You're nineteen Jackson and you already have your hand on my cock. You make the decision." he smirked, and I could feel his hot and veiny cock against my hand. He wasn't even all the way hard and I could tell he was so much bigger than me.
"How about you get down on your knees and take a better look, maybe that will help." He suggested and to my own surprise I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him. He leaned back, and I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down around his ankles.
"Damn." I said shocked as I pulled his stiff cock out of his boxers. It had to be at least 8inches long, and it was thick all the way around. I also pulled out his balls that were proportionate to his length and hung evenly together.
