First session

This happened several years ago. My name is Artem. I graduated from school in my small village, passed the Unified State Exam, and somehow miraculously got into a university in Omsk, the regional center. I was 18 at the time. The move was my path to a life; otherwise, I would have stayed in my village forever. My girlfriend stayed behind, and I enrolled in the electrical engineering program and moved into the dorm.

Changes in life were hard for me; I was used to a measured pace, and the hustle and bustle of the big city, the university, and life in general scared me.

My studies were average; I couldn't afford to fail and lose my state-funded spot because I wouldn't be able to afford tuition.

/> I tried my best, but I struggled with math. I never liked it since childhood, and here it was much harder. The teacher seemed decent, but that wasn't enough.

First exam session, I failed, as per tradition.

The teacher's name was Sergei Yuryevich. He didn't pressure me; instead, he tried to encourage me and told me to come for a retake on Saturday.

I went; there were three of us like me. They all failed the exam again; I was the last to go in.

Sergei Yuryevich was in a good mood, even joked about the exam ticket. I realize my mind is blank. He says to me:

— Artem, don't worry, you'll be allowed to proceed to the next session with this debt, and you can fix it in the summer.

But I really didn't want to go home and be ashamed, and for some reason, I replied to him:

— Sergei Yuryevich, maybe we can do something about this? I'm ready for anything you say. Absolutely anything.

I meant some extra assignments, or maybe helping at the department, I was even ready to pay in the end.

He reacted to this strangely, just said mysteriously:

— You don't throw phrases like that around, absolutely anything?

I replied:

— Well, yes.

And only then did I understand what was on his mind; from his look and smile, I guessed he was considering something indecent.

— Let's do this, Artem. I have another group's test for another hour and a half, meet me at my car in the parking lot, and we'll settle the matter.

I agreed; there was no way out. For that hour and a half, I sat there in my head, replaying that he would definitely make advances, thinking how to get out of it, what to say. If I offended him, I'd never pass this exam, fail the session, lose my state funding, it would reach the university administration. And rumors would spread around the university that I was involved in something indecent.

In my head, I understood I was trapped.

An hour and a half passed, I waited for Sergei Yuryevich in the parking lot near his black Chevrolet Lacetti. He came, smiled, and offered me to get in. We drove in silence; the drive took about 5-6 minutes. We arrived at some dead end, surrounded by either abandoned buildings or poplars and bushes.

He started first:

— Artem, I'm not insisting, but since you came with me, you've already started 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 pleasant for me, I'll not only give you a passing grade but can also help in the future, put in a good word for you at the department so you have as few problems with studies as possible.

I didn't know what to say, stayed silent for about 30 seconds, and then blurted out:

— To be honest, I'm shaking with fear right now, I don't know what to say to you. I understand what you're asking, but I've never done this, I'm actually straight and don't even know what to do.

— Artem, relax. First, you understand this stays between us; as a teacher, it's even dangerous for me to offer such a thing, but I have this weakness, what can I do. I've held onto this fantasy for years, of a student giving me a blowjob.

When I heard that word, I almost fainted. But it seemed there was no turning back.

— I don't even know what to do, where to start, Sergei Viktorovich.

— To be honest, me neither. But let's try.

He smiled, took my hand, and placed it on his trousers. I started slowly stroking the area where his cock presumably was. To avoid sitting in complete silence, he turned up the radio a bit and leaned back in the seat. I was afraid to look him in the eyes. After a couple of minutes, I felt his cock in his pants start to grow. To guide me in the right direction, he unzipped his fly.

I understood I needed to take initiative. The fear was slowly fading, leaving only excitement.

Sergei Viktorovich was a sturdy, wiry man, around 40. In appearance, he somewhat resembled heroes from cop series. I glanced at him; his eyes were closed, his lips forming a faint smile.

I pulled his cock out of his fly. It was almost fully erect. So unfamiliar, I had never held another man's cock in my hands; for the first couple of minutes, I just looked and stroked. It was incredibly hot to the touch, and I could feel a pulse in my hand. The cock was uncircumcised, about 16-17 centimeters long. The girth was fine too; it fit perfectly in my hand. I moved my hand up and down, but then realized he was expecting something completely different from me. I went down and, with my eyes closed, licked it. Sergei Yuryevich twitched slightly and sighed. I repeated it, then started licking it and moving my hand. Deeper and deeper, I tried to take it into my mouth, while very gently continuing to stroke the shaft with my hand. Then I heard Sergei Yuryevich start to moan. First quietly, then louder.

— Artem, can I put my hand on your head?

I agreed, just whispering:

— Mhm.

I continued to caress his cock, you could already say I was "sucking" it. He was moaning fully now. I remembered I needed to do something else. I freed his balls from his fly and started very carefully licking them, while my hand continued moving up and down. He started stroking my head and whispering:

— Yes, my good boy, keep going. That feels so good, yes, yes...

I admit, I started getting turned on. I was practically hard myself. I returned to his cock, started licking the head and taking it deeper and deeper.

— Yes, suck it, suck it my good boy. Don't stop, baby, suck it my boy!

From that, I was already stunned and sucked as if he were my boyfriend. He paused slightly and asked me:

— You don't mind if I come in your mouth, do you?

Here, I surprised even myself:

— Of course, Sergei Yuryevich, come right in my mouth!

— Yes, my sweet, yes, suck it! Suck it, don't stop!

He seemed to be going crazy, started writhing, grabbed my hair, and kept moaning.

— My little one, I'm going to come now, yes, suck it, suck my cock!

Then his cum shot into my mouth. It's indescribable; he pushed his cock into my mouth and each time let out such a loud moan that I got seriously turned on. I swallowed absolutely everything that flowed from his cock! His cock went down very slowly, and I sucked every millimeter during that time.

— That's just delightful. You're a miracle!" he said to me and leaned back on the seat again.

— Sergei Yuryevich, you understand this has to stay just between us, right!?

— Of course, I'm not a fool! I'll drive you to the dorm.

— Thank you very much.

He drove me, I got out, and stood on the porch for another fifteen minutes, staring into the distance as if I didn't understand what had just happened.