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Crack the Code, ch. 19: Extra Credit
🕑 Added 2023-05-27 15:28:13 +0000 UTCOn some level, Drew always knew that his actions would come back to bite him. Despite everything being consensual, and despite everyone involved being adults, a college professor fooling around with his students always brought with it a certain degree of risk. And, considering what would happen afterwards, his specific situation was riskier than most.
But Drew couldn’t help it. He loved the attention. He loved the look in a young coed’s eyes whenever he flashed his charming smile in their direction. He loved the way he’d catch them staring at his lean, ample muscle straining against a tight button-down, or at his perky rear as it bubbled out of his fitted chinos. He loved the knowledge that many of them would go home and fantasize about what lurked underneath those clothes, about how his wavy chestnut hair would feel as they stroked their hands through it. At thirty-five he wasn’t actually that much older than most of them, but Drew was far enough away in his students’ minds to carry with him an air of older masculinity compared to their eager youth, an impression that was only further accentuated by his broad, stubble-covered jaw and smooth, confident voice.
If all he did was have the occasional fling, Drew likely wouldn’t have landed on anyone’s radar. He made it clear that sex was the only thing on the table, not a relationship, and most of the women he fooled around with were perfectly content with that arrangement. Being young college students, they weren’t looking to get tied down any more than he was; they just wanted a piece of the hunky professor.
It was what happened afterward that had finally caught up with Drew. Once the sex was over, once they’d each seemingly gotten what they were after, the professor felt the need to remind them that he was still the one with the power in the relationship. This typically manifested as a failing grade, regardless of how the person had performed over the course of the semester. It was completely illegal, unethical, and underhanded, but it got Drew off almost as much as the sex itself did. He knew the only option his students had would be to go to the Dean and talk about what they’d done, which he knew most would be too embarrassed to actually do. And, if one or two of them actually did, he had tenure so it didn’t really matter. He’d get a wink-and-a-nod slap on the wrist and change their grade back, which was fine because it wouldn’t be long before he inevitably had the chance to do it again.
His current predicament, though, had never crossed his mind. But considering that it shouldn’t even have been possible in the first place, Drew couldn’t really blame himself for not taking it into account. The idea that Amanda really would have pooled her money with a group of his former student hookups to pay someone named “The Code Breaker” to rewrite reality itself was preposterous. Or at least it should have been. Drew had laughed it off when she’d confronted him, giving her credit for concocting such a wild threat but not actually believing a word of it. He appreciated that even in the fantasy she’d given him a chance, telling him that if he changed his ways nothing would happen, but if he kept it up things would take a turn both drastic and immediate. To prove her wrong, the first thing he’d done after their meeting was to make arrangements with a particularly curvy brunette from his late morning class to meet up for some “extra credit” later that day, a day that, so far, had unfolded just like every other day before it.
As he stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor of the university library, Drew started to question. He had multiple hookup spots spread all over campus, but this wasn’t one of them. It was perfect for the task, even in his increasingly confused state he could recognize the isolation, the off-the-beaten-path nature of the surroundings. He’d just never used them before. There weren’t any books on the twelfth floor, it was mostly used for storage, and Drew, like most people, didn’t even know there was a conference room up here. Nor did he know exactly how he knew that was where he headed now.
But Drew’s body was certain even if his mind wasn’t. The fit professor’s steps were quick and confident as he trotted from the elevator and weaved a path through scattered piles of dusty, discarded furniture. They had apparently been sitting in silent vigil for decades, the outdated relics as forgotten as the original plans Drew could no longer quite recall. The dazed hunk knew he was forgetting something important, but at the same time an increasing eagerness was flooding in to fill the gaps, a familiar rush of adrenaline that always accompanied his illicit dalliances.
So when he opened the door at the far end of the room to find Chase and Hudson waiting for him, Drew didn’t know why a part of himself recoiled. It all felt natural, and his thick cock throbbed at the sight of the athletic duo, but a rapidly shrinking part of himself kept insisting that he should have been meeting up with an entirely different partner. An entirely different kind of partner, even.
“If only you two could be this early for class,” Drew grinned as he stepped inside, his smooth voice betraying none of his internal confusion. He ignored the impulse that told him it was wrong as he let his eyes linger on Hudson’s thick, stocky build, and the ample muscle that stretched the younger man’s t-shirt like a second skin across his brawny torso. The raven-haired jock looked awkward and bashful, a slight shade of pink flushing against the stubble coating his olive-hued cheeks. Drew was instantly hit with the notion of how cute it made the beefy stud, and how unlike Chase he was. It wasn’t just that the other man had short cropped hair and smooth, light brown skin; the long, lean jock looked perfectly at ease as he returned the professor’s lingering gaze with just as much open interest.
“Can’t do this in class, can we,” Chase purred, giving his toned legs a pump as he leaned back in his chair. His chiseled torso and prominent pecs were just as outlined against a thin, clinging t-shirt as Hudson’s, showing off the abundant definition underneath as if it wasn’t there at all.
“Be a lot more fun if we could,” Drew sighed, popping the top few buttons of his shirt as he spoke. He smiled again as he looked at Hudson, his stomach fluttering at the lantern-jawed jock’s almost doe-eyed expression. “After all, fun is what we’re here for. You can relax,” he winked, nodding down at the tense hunk.
“I’m just here for the A,” Hudson finally said, his deep voice as nervous as his expression. “I heard if we…you know…it’s pretty much a guarantee.”
Drew’s head spun as soon as the younger man spoke, feeling as if the floor had vanished beneath his feet and he was suddenly plummeting back down to ground level. For just a moment he knew it wasn’t right, that normally the opposite happened and that no one should have known about it, but the certainty vanished with the vertigo almost as quickly as it came.
“Bro…you don’t have to make it so weird,” Chase chided, rolling his eyes as he grinned at Drew. “You act like you’ve never done this before.”
“I haven’t,” the dark-haired hunk said, the crimson in his cheeks darkening. “I mean…not like this, anyway.”
“So I get to be your first? Lucky me,” Drew cooed, stepping around behind the seated Hudson to massage his broad shoulders. “So tense,” he chuckled, his hands gradually slipping down to begin kneading and groping the burly jock’s plump pecs. “Maybe it would help if we all got a little more comfortable?”
“Don’t know how much more comfortable you could get,” Hudson scoffed. “Still don’t know how you can just, like, wear that stuff to class.”
Drew started to ask what the younger man meant, but he had his answer before he could even speak the words. As he stepped back and looked down, the dazed professor found himself looking at a bare washboard beneath an unbuttoned shirt that had lost both of its sleeves as well as its bottom half, going from fitted button down to a cropped, fitted vest. Even closed it would do next to nothing to actually cover his sculpted torso, just like the tight chinos that had pulled up his legs, settling at a length shorter than the boxer briefs he should have been wearing. That last part became all the more noticeable when Drew finally registered the obvious whale tail sticking up from the waist of the now-low-riding shorts, though all he could think about was how good the thin straps made his obliques look, and how round his perky bubble seemed in the skimpy bottoms.
“Come on, man…with a body like that? Are you kidding? Why wouldn’t he? Even you gotta admit that shit’s a work of art,” Chase added, biting his lower lip as he stared at the increasingly exposed professor.
A part of Drew felt like he should panic when he watched his chiseled pecs puff and swell, pushing the pointless top further open as the muscled mounds inflated between shoulders that were undergoing a similar growth spurt. Defined arms became striated pistons, his washboard abs became a deep, rugged tank tread, and his toned thighs pressed towards each other as a set of meaty trunks. The growth at his quads caused the shorts to wedge further up and expose more of his expanded legs, revealing nearly all of the turquoise thong when the fly pulled open as a result of the professor’s perky cheeks becoming a pair of muscled melons. In a matter of seconds Drew had gone from lean and sculpted to a chiseled mountain, his flustered thoughts struggling against the tide of memories that obliterated his previous existence. Even as he took in his new body the old one vanished from his thoughts, leaving Drew with nothing but images of himself flaunting his physique everywhere he went, including the classroom.
Hudson nodded, a meaty hand absently drifting down his thigh as he stared at the nearly-naked Adonis. “Of course it’s impressive…dude’s fuckin’ yoked. I just…it's weird that his cock is just, like, right there all the time, isn’t it?”
Drew grunted at the sudden rush of pressure, his heart racing when the sensation was accompanied by an equally sudden rush of air. It all happened so fast that the blonde demi-god was blinking at an exposed patch of chestnut bush before he even realized it, failing at first to recognize the exposed base of his impossibly wide cock as the heavy organ filled the thong beyond capacity. It was joined by an equally imposing set of heavy balls that spilled from the sides and were clearly outlined against his now-ridiculously small shorts, making it clear that Drew would never be closing the fly again even if he wanted to.
Fortunately for the expanded hunk, he didn’t. “I teach economics, not fashion,” he said, his slightly deepened voice as calm as ever. “Clothes are the opposite of what we’re here for.” Drew shrugged out of the top as he spoke, making a show of flexing as he bent and slowly struggled out of the tiny shorts. The bright little thong underneath was as pointless as it felt, doing nothing to cover the blonde’s heaping new balls or wine bottle of a cock, to say nothing of the fully exposed globes in back. The jarring sensations of his new muscle rubbing against itself, coupled with the heavy weight between his legs and the thin string wedging itself between his thickened rear, was almost enough to bring the old Drew back to the surface. For a brief, terrifying moment the promiscuous professor was painfully aware of what had happened, of what he’d become, and of what he was about to do. “Well,” he said, his tone expectant as he eyed the younger pair. “Contrary to what you’ve heard, you have to put in at least a little work to earn that A.”
Chase was peeling out of his t-shirt before Drew had even finished speaking. He hopped to his feet and nodded for Hudson to follow suit, his lean torso flexing as he eagerly undid his fly. “It’s go-time, bro,” he barked, as if they were about to hit the field.
The dark-haired jock’s whole body went red as he hesitantly climbed to his feet, his hands shaking as he slowly peeled out of his t-shirt. Unlike his smooth friend, Hudson’s brawny bulk was covered in a dusting of raven fur, his masculine muscle a sharp contrast to his boyish bashfulness as he puffed his pecs out and tossed the shirt aside. “Hey! What’re you…” he yelped when Drew lunged forward, deftly undoing the fly of his jeans and tugging them down, along with his boxers, in one quick motion.
“You looked like you needed some help,” the professor said as he dropped to his knees, his mouth watering as the young jock’s fat log started to twitch at eye level. Next to him, Chase had already stripped down to his briefs, his sharp features marked by a mischievous grin as he watched his now-naked friend squirm.
“Big guy’s just shy,” Chase laughed, nodding down at Hudson’s thick club of a cock. It wasn’t as imposingly large or as long as the one Drew now sported, but the girthy organ fit the beefy hunk’s meaty frame perfectly.
“More like big guy isn’t used to getting down with dudes,” Hudson stammered.
“You sure about that,” Chase asked, raising an eyebrow as the other man’s cock practically sprang to attention.
“Now boys…no fighting,” Drew tutted, pausing to lean in and nuzzle Hudson’s throbbing girder. He gave the thick member a quick lick before looking up at Chase and reaching out to pull down the front of the lean jock’s briefs. “This is a team project,” he purred.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Hudson half laughed, half gasped when the professor fully swallowed him. He looked over at Chase with wide eyes, sputtering and squirming for a few moments as he pumped his hips in time with the professor’s bobbing head. “You…you heard him, man. Get in on this.”
Chase didn’t need the encouragement. He’d already peeled out of his briefs and worked his own impressive cock to full mast, lubing the lengthy pole as he hungrily eyed the professor’s ample bottom. “Let’s get him on the table.”
Moving on instinct, Drew deftly hopped to his feet and sprawled out on the table on his back, letting his head fall over one corner while he hefted his legs into the air. When the young jocks entered him at each end, Hudson filling his throat while Chase stretched his eager hole wide, all Drew could do was let out a low, satisfied groan. He didn’t know why he’d expected another sensation, why he’d expected pain or embarrassment, when all he felt was an encompassing joy.
This was what he lived for. He loved the rush of hooking up with his students, of letting them learn from him in the classroom and then use him outside of it. He loved getting them off more than he enjoyed getting off himself, savoring their virile cocks while his uselessly large log loomed like a third forearm. Since he was a dedicated, devoted bottom, Drew was much more interested in the organ’s eye-catching form than actual function. He loved that its perpetual, partial exposure roped the partners in as he strutted around campus with his ass on equal display, and when it came down to business Drew much preferred to be on the receiving end.
He knew it wasn’t right to arbitrarily give A’s to anyone willing to fuck his brains out, and that his actions were entirely unethical, but Drew couldn’t help it. He was still a professor who loved to teach, and there was so much wisdom that only his oversized rear and ample muscle could impart. And he knew, like any good teacher, that it was necessary to reward his students for a good job. After all, their success was his success, and he was all too happy to hand out some extra credit to help them along.
Comments
The Screaming Moist
Not a bad idea! This was the one that folks had voted on, but the twink bottom professor could be fun for future stories.
welan
Concept is interesting . But I felt like I would like to see more leaning on the mental change and the inner struggle . Also I feel like you miss out on an twink bottom teacher occasion there . I get you when for slutty but I would have gone for teacher with giant bowtie and thick black nerdy glasses that fall of it s know while being fuck
