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, moving into the dorm.

Adjusting to life changes was 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 handle tuition fees.

/> 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, classic.

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 card. 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 answered 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, even ready to pay in the end.

He reacted strangely to this, 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 an 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 knew 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 shrubs.

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 tell 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 suggest 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 pants. I started slowly stroking the area where his dick 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 dick in his pants starting to grow. To guide me in the right direction, he unzipped his fly.

I understood I needed to take initiative. 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 showing a faint smile.

I pulled his dick out of his fly. It was almost fully erect. So unfamiliar, I had never held another man's dick 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 dick was uncircumcised, about 16-17 centimeters long. The width was normal 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 closed eyes, 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 dick, 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. So good, yes, yes..."

I admit, I started getting turned on. I was almost fully hard myself. I returned to his dick, 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 dick!"

Then his cum shot into my mouth. It's indescribable; he pushed his dick 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 dick! His dick went down very slowly, and I sucked every millimeter during that time.

"That's just ecstasy. 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.