Extra Credit

As a requirement for his degree, Gabriel had selected Psych 101 as one of his classes for the spring term. He had expected it to be led by a stuffy, nasally old man who psychoanalysed his students into tears. Instead, he had gotten Mr. Henderson. The man was perfect. Broad shoulders, thick thighs with a soft belly. He looked like he could bench press Gabriel and then make him pancakes afterwards. To top it off, his voice was soft, warm and buttery--pure music to listen to.

Since day one Gabriel had wasted most of his lectures picturing getting down on his knees for the professor. Or maybe bending the man over his podium and eating out that plump backside. It was almost getting unbearable. More than once Gabriel left the class with too-tight jeans.

To make it worse, he knew that Mr. Henderson had been staring at him. Not that he could blame the man. Years of playing volleyball had built his body. Long, strong legs and a lean torso meant he often caught people’s attention. It certainly didn’t help that he had a winning smile, bright blue eyes that rivaled the sky and wavy auburn hair. Gabriel knew how he looked and he had seen the way that the professor tracked him into the lecture room. Knew that when he sat in the front of the room he was a distraction to the professor.

All he wanted was for the professor to give in and take what he wanted. As the end of the semester loomed closer, his window of opportunity was shrinking.

But today, he had a plan. For the last week he had been planning out how to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was Mr. Henderson.

That day’s lecture went in one ear and out the other. Gabriel was too focused on the professor’s body to really hear what he was saying. Mr. Henderson had to have the most perfect body, at least in Gabriel’s opinion. But it wasn’t just his body, it was his model smile and smooth, soft-looking dark umber skin. Everything about Mr. Henderson made him utterly devourable.

As class ended, Gabriel packed up his things and rushed to meet up with his professor. A little scheduled office time and he was sure he was finally going to get what he wanted. This was his one chance to try.

“Eager, Mr. Wilson?” Mr. Henderson teased with a small smile.

“Just want to talk with you,” Gabriel replied, giving his own easy grin.

Mr. Henderson led them from the lecture room back to his small office. They walked in silence. Normally that would bother Gabriel but his thoughts were focused on a specific goal and he didn’t want to do anything that might mess that up.

Tucked between another lecture hall and a vending machine was the door to Mr. Henderson’s office. He unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Gabriel waited a step before following Mr. Henderson into his office so he could watch his ass on the way in. It was glorious and matched his thick thighs beautifully. He wanted to sink his teeth into it, to rub his cock against it or slap his cheeks and watch them bounce. If he played his cards right, he might be able to do all of those things.

Quickly, Gabriel shook those thoughts aside. He closed the door behind him. For good measure, he quietly locked the door. He glanced over his shoulder to see if Mr. Henderson had noticed. He hadn’t, too busy putting his bag down and pulling out his laptop to see what Gabriel was doing.

The office was small and crammed with books. What little wall space that existed was taken up by towering bookshelves jam packed with books, pamphlets and sheets of paper. Despite how organized he was as a professor, the office did not reflect Mr. Henderson’s careful attitude. Sunlight streamed in through a large window against the back wall. Across from the door was a desk just big enough for a laptop, plant and nameplate.

Mr. Henderson rounded his desk and took a seat. He gestured for Gabriel to take the seat across from him.

There was a split second where neither man spoke. Mr. Henderson’s eyes tracked over Gabriel’s form which sent a warm thrill through him. Then Mr. Henderson refocused.

“What is it that you wanted to talk about, Mr. Wilson,” Mr. Henderson asked.

“This new essay that you assigned, I have some reservations about it,” Gabriel

said without preamble. He needed the conversation to go in a specific direction otherwise his plan would fall apart.

“If you’d like, we can set up some more office time to go over the material or Allison has set up a study group for this class. You could work with her,” Mr. Henderson suggested.

Gabriel shook his head, “I’m afraid that won’t be enough.”

“It is a difficult assignment,” Mr. Henderson agreed.

Gabriel hesitated, putting on his most put out voice, “I’m just not sure how well I’ll do with this assignment. I’d feel a whole lot better if I could, maybe, get some extra credit just in case.”

“I don’t generally give out extra credit,” Mr. Henderson said after a pause. “But if

we come up with something appropriate, I might make an exception.”

Those were the words that Gabriel needed to hear.

Gabriel stood and moved around Mr. Henderson’s desk. Close enough to bump knees, he sat on the edge of the desk and stared down at his bewildered professor. A slow, sinful smile pulled over his lips. He reached forward and dragged his palm up Mr. Henderson’s thigh. He could feel the muscles twitch at the contact.

“I’m sure we can think of something else that’ll work for extra credit,” he said, voice little more than a purr.

For a second Mr. Henderson could only stare up at him, mouth hanging open. Then he seemed to come back to himself.

“Surely, you can’t mean,” he started, stopped and tried again, “Gabriel, that would be unethical.”

Gabriel’s hand slid higher.

“You can say no.”

Mr. Henderson didn’t say a word. He licked his lips, hands curled around the armrests of his chair. All he did was give a mute nod.

Gabriel’s smile stretched into a pleased grin. Finally, he was getting to indulge in his favorite fantasy. He could spend the rest of the semester satisfied. Without another word, he shifted between Mr. Henderson’s knees and sank to the floor. His hands made quick work of Mr. Henderson’s belt and dipped inside to pull his cock out of his briefs and into the open air.

The sight almost made Gabriel’s mouth water.

Mr. Henderson’s cock was heavy and thick and half hard. He just knew it was going to make his jaw hurt but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Gabriel didn’t care, he wanted it in his mouth as soon as possible. A quick glance upward told him that his professor wanted the same thing. His eyes were wide and lips were parted in soft breaths.

“You can still say no,” Gabriel offered, even as he started to stroke Mr. Henderson’s cock.

Mr. Henderson shook his head, “no, I mean, I want you to. Please.”

Gabriel couldn’t argue with that. He leaned forward, parted his lips and stuck his tongue out to swirl around the tip.

Almost instantly, Mr. Henderson groaned. His legs spread as far as the chair would let him go.

Gabriel leaned forward and closed his lips around the head of Mr. Henderson’s cock. He flicked his tongue against the slit and felt his professor’s hips jerk under him. Slowly, he pulled more into his mouth. His tongue pressed flat against the thick vein, flexing and pushing against it as he pulled more in.

“Gabriel,” Mr. Henderson ground out.

Gabriel opened his eyes and looked up at the man. He looked shocked but pleased as more of his cock disappeared into Gabriel’s mouth. The look of surprise melted into one of pure pleasure as Gabriel’s cheeks hollowed. One hand crept forward to sink into Gabriel’s hair.

The grip was loose but silently demanding.

Gabriel was more than happy to oblige. He sank as far as his throat would let him go then pulled back with a teasing, agonizing slowness. But he didn’t give Mr. Henderson a chance to complain before he sank back down. His head bobbed up and down, tongue swirling around him.

Carefully, almost hesitantly, Mr. Henderson started to move his hips up toward Gabriel’s mouth. Relaxing his jaw, he happily accepted the movement. The weight of Mr. Henderson’s cock was heavy against his tongue, the scent of him filled Gabriel’s nose almost making him dizzy with it.

“Oh, God,” Mr. Henderson moaned when Gabriel flicked his tongue just under the crown.

Gabriel pulled off with a pop. Precum dribbled down the length of Mr. Henderson’s fat dick. The sight made him shiver and he wanted to lick it up but he had other plans. He pulled away and got to his feet.

It took a moment for Mr. Henderson to come back to himself to recognize that Gabriel had stopped. He looked up at Gabriel and opened his mouth to ask why he stopped when Gabriel beat him to the punch.

“I want more,” he explained. “I want you to fuck me, Mr. Henderson.”

“D-david,” Mr. Henderson choked out.

Gabriel blinked. It was his turn to look bewildered.

“My first name is David and if I’m about to fuck you, that’s the name I want you to scream.”

Gabriel swallowed and nodded quickly. He dropped his hands to his own waistband. While Mr. Henderson--David--watched, he popped the button of his jeans and shoved them down to his knees. A relieved moan escaped him as his trapped erection was finally freed. But the feeling was nothing compared to how he felt as David stared at him.

The look on David’s face was full of pure lust. It looked like he wanted to devour Gabriel and leave nothing behind. The expression sent a shiver of fire up Gabriel’s spine.

“Turn around,” David said, voice husky and dripping with sex.

Gabriel didn’t hesitate to do as he was told. He turned, bent at the waist and rested his elbows on the desk. Hips lifted enticingly, he wiggled his ass at his professor.

There was a soft creak as David stood from his chair. His large, warm hands fell on Gabriel’s backside. He soothed over the skin, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his asshole to the air.

Gabriel bit down on his lower lip. He looked over his shoulder to watch his professor. The same concentration that David displayed in his lectures was leveled at Gabriel now. A difficult but delicious problem that could be picked apart and put back together.

David’s hands disappeared for a second to wrench open a desk drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube.

“Do this often?” Gabriel asked, a teasing lilt to his face. From his view he could see the sheepish look on David’s face.

“No, it’s… for me,” David admitted.

That was an image that made Gabriel groan. His professor, frustrated and hard after class fisting himself in his office, alone. He wanted to see it one day.

“Now it’s for me,” Gabriel promised.

David smiled, a look of agreement for more to come. That this wouldn’t be the last time Gabriel would be bent over his professor’s desk.

A soft click sounded in the room as the lube bottle was opened. A second later the chilly semi-liquid spilled over Gabriel’s crack, drawing a hiss out of him.

“Sorry, I’ll warm it up,” David murmured.

True to his word, David soothed the lube over Gabriel’s entrance. He spread and warmed it with his fingers. Soon, he pushed one finger into Gabriel’s ass.

Gabriel sucked in a breath. No matter how often he fingered himself, the first was always a shock to his system. A slight pressure and burn as his body adjusted around the intrusion. He didn’t have to wait long before another finger joined the first. They rocked and scissored into him. Just enough to push the lube deeper.

Soon enough David’s hand was pulled away again. More lube was spilled over Gabriel and onto David’s cock. Gabriel watched as David stroked himself to spread the lube from root to crown.

“Ready?” David asked, blunt head of his cock lined up with Gabriel’s hole.

“God, I’ve been ready since the first day of class,” Gabriel quipped. “Hurry up!”

David laughed, the sound breathless but no less warm.

David did not keep Gabriel waiting a second longer. He pushed forward. The head of his cock popped passed the ring of muscle. Slowly, inch by inch, he sank into Gabriel’s tight heat. He stilled when he was pressed to the hilt, thick thighs pressed to the backs of Gabriel’s.

“Fuck,” David whispered, the first curse Gabriel had ever heard from the man. “You feel so good.”

Gabriel felt full, stretched to the limit. His mouth was open in silent gasps of pleasure. Whatever he had imagined about David’s cock, it was nothing compared to reality and David seemed determined to out-do every single fantasy he had ever concocted.

Soon David was pulling back out. He poured more lube over Gabriel, easing the slide. Then he thrust back in. He dropped his hands to either side of Gabriel’s head. The position shoved David even deeper and hit that special bundle of nerves that made Gabriel see stars. He started to pick up the pace, fucking into Gabriel hard enough that the desk creaked.

Gabriel gasped and moaned, unable to stop the sounds from falling from his lips. Never, in his wildest dreams, did he think that the mild-mannered professor was so good at sex. Yet here he was, taking Gabriel apart at the seams with every thrust.

“So good, you’re so good,” David chanted into Gabriel’s ear as he thrust into him. The sound of his voice and the brush of his lips went straight to Gabriel’s cock.

David reached around Gabriel and grasped his cock. In tandem with the brutal thrusts, David stroked his neglected erection.

Gabriel almost came right then and there. Trapped between David’s hands and hips, all he could do was take it. Not that he was complaining in the least. The soft press of David’s palm dragged over his cock, pulling molten heat through Gabriel’s veins with every movement.

“Mr. Henderson, please,” Gabriel gasped out but he didn’t even know what he was asking for.

David’s answer was stalled when a knock came at the door.

Both men froze, eyes darted to the door as Gabriel silently thanked every single entity he could think of that he had thought to lock the door. The handle rattled but didn’t click open.

“Wh-what is it?” David called, gaze glue to the rattling handle.

“Mr. Henderson,” a woman replied. “It’s almost time for my appointment.”

David’s attention shot to a small calendar that had almost been knocked off the edge of the desk. There was another name written under Gabriel’s.

A wicked idea formed in Gabriel’s mind. Ever so slightly, he squeezed his ass around David’s cock.

David groaned.

“Sir?” The woman asked.

David opened his mouth to reply but Gabriel beat him to the punch and rocked his hips backwards, shoving David’s cock deep inside again.

“G-give me ten minutes!” David gasped. “I’m finishing up with another student.”

There was a pause then the woman gave him the okay. Her shadow disappeared from under the door.

“You little shit,” David hissed to Gabriel.

Gabriel snickered but he didn’t have long to be too pleased with himself.

In revenge, David slammed back inside, hitting Gabriel’s prostate. Gabriel’s back arched and a groan was ripped from his throat. All he could think about was David’s cock and hands. He couldn’t bring himself to think of the woman waiting out in the hallway. She could probably hear them. Even if she couldn’t, she would smell the musty scent of sex in the air when he left. That made him gasp with pleasure. She would know that Gabriel had gotten a taste of their gorgeous professor. He had gotten something no one else had.

David squeezed Gabriel’s cock which drew him back to the present.

Heat pooled low in Gabriel’s gut. The pressure in his belly told him he wasn’t going to last much longer. Orgasm raced down his spine.

Just before another groan could escape him, David slapped his free hand over Gabriel’s mouth. With nothing to hold him up, David’s entire weight pressed into Gabriel, crushing him against the desk as his hips thrust deep. It was dizzying perfection, being covered so completely and unable to move as David used him.

Mouth covered, he screamed David’s name as he spilled over the edge. His ass tightened around David’s cock and pushed the man to his own orgasm. Thighs shook and chests heaved as both men slowly came down from their highs.

David was the one to move first. He let go of Gabriel and pushed himself up. His cock slipped from Gabriel’s used hole.

Gabriel panted against the desk, muscles quivering after the abuse. It took him an embarrassingly long time to lift his head and look at David.

“So, does that count as extra credit?” He asked with a cheeky grin.