The Documentary

This week has been super busy, so I'm a day late on this story. Luckily, it ended up being longer than most here, and I think this one has an explosive ending... VIP patrons, make sure to head over to Discord to see the photos that I took to go along with this one as Professor Tyler...

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Sneaking into the classroom, I made a beeline straight for the desk, trying to avoid the squeaking floorboards as best as I could on the way. I’d been in this room hundreds of times, but this time was different.

I’d been a TA for Professor Tyler this entire semester, and all of his classes were in this room. The assistant professors had erratic schedules: covering a lecture in one building, walking across campus for office hours, all before returning somewhere else for their last class of the day. Professor Tyler had it made though- his office was down the hall, and all three of his classes were in this room. He shared it with a few other professors that were also tenured, and they had knick-knacks covering the shelves on the wall opposite the window from their archeological digs over the years- at least the ones that weren’t prominently displayed in museum displays and their offices. There was also a filing cabinet on this wall, and while it looked far less impressive, it was the reason that I was here.

In the locked second drawer from the bottom, he had copies of every test that he’d be giving this semester. One of my jobs had been to make copies, and in an act of goodwill, he’d actually made them this time. Unfortunately for me, that made it harder to cheat. Every test so far, I’d made an extra copy for my best friend in the class, and he’d know exactly what to study. The last test had been an in-class essay, and while everyone else tried to learn everything they could about the Aztecs, he knew that he really only had to profile one man.

Hearing movement down the hall, I quickly grabbed one of the tests and started to make my way towards the door, but I was too late. He must be here early for some reason, so with nowhere else to go, I bolted towards the desk at the front and wiggled underneath. He never used this relic, preferring to lean against the lectern near the window to teach with natural light framing him from behind.

Wondering if I could make it the whole class without getting caught, I began to come up with excuses as I heard his footsteps draw closer. He was over by the computer now, and I heard the DVD tray opening. Oh fuck, this had been the class period that he’d scheduled to watch that documentary. That meant I’d be stuck here for an hour, not just forty minutes.

My boss was an amazing scholar, but the DVD player still seemed to astound him for about five minutes. Eventually, I heard the menu music start through the speakers, and students were filing in. He gave an intro before pressing play, and I waited for the floorboards to squeak as he walked over to his stool by the window… but there were no squeaks. Instead, seconds later, I heard the screech of the chair in front of me being slid back as Dr. Tyler sat down right in front of me.

Clamping my hand over my mouth, I waited for the inevitable for him to scoot forward and ram his knees right into me, but he stayed at a distance, about a foot away from my body. For about twenty torturous minutes, I sat there, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Unfortunately for me, the drop came from a pen.

With baited breath, I hoped that he wouldn’t be looking my way, but my luck had finally run out. I saw his eyebrows dart up towards his salt and pepper hair, but he kept his mouth shut. He actually smirked at me before sitting up again. I didn’t know what to even slightly expect now- did he think this was an elaborate prank? Before my mind could tumble down the rabbit hole of whether I was fired or not, his hand lowered into his lap with a piece of paper and a pen that he gestured towards me. Grabbing it, I read the note he’d quickly written:

Give me one reason why I shouldn’t report you to the dean- I saw the test on your lap.

Oh fuck…

I was fucked.

I tried to think of anything to write on that paper that could save me, but I didn’t know him well enough to beg for leniency. I’d just started working for him this semester, so I was screwed.

Unless… no, I couldn’t.

But I had to try.

Quietly putting the pen and paper on the floor, I shifted my position and reached forwards, trying not to alert him of anything until my hands were on his belt. He jumped a bit as he felt my hands beginning to undo the buckle, but he didn’t make a move to stop me either. Feeling emboldened now, I kept undoing the button and pulled down the zipper as I felt the cotton of his underwear below.

Scooting forward in his chair, that was the only confirmation that I needed, and I grabbed onto his waistband and pulled it down enough to allow his cock to bob into the air, already getting hard before I even got to him. His hands reached down to grip onto the desk to steady himself since we both knew what was about to happen.

Dropping his pen one more time, he used it as a cover to lower his chair, and our eyes met for just a second before he righted himself again. There was lust staring back at me, and as he smiled, I’m sure he saw the desire that had taken over the shame in my mind. I wanted this so badly, and the circumstances seemed irrelevant even though I knew that the realization would come roaring back later. Now though, I just had to worry about how sore my knees were as I leaned forward and was able to wrap my lips around the head of his thick, fully hard cock now.

Getting my bearings, I slowly began to roll my tongue around his shaft, making sure to savor every moment as some documentary played in the background. He tasted salty from the sweat that had been building up in those briefs on this hot day, and I was hopefully making him even hotter.

Rolling forward in his chair, he began to speed up the action, forcing more of his shaft down my throat, far enough that I worried that the sounds of my gagging would interrupt a quiet section of the movie. As I kept sucking him off, I had to reach down to free my own hard cock, yanking my shorts down to let it escape over my waistband. I was pumping myself as I got into a rhythm on his cock, finally feeling his trimmed pubes scratch against my nose.

I was in heaven down here, and even with cramps starting to form, I knew that I could stay down here forever. Giving my own cock a break, I had to feel even more of him, the man that was mine for only a moment. Testing my luck, I pulled open the bottom button on his shirt and then one more to loosen it up. I wondered if that would be visible over the desk, and without an answer, I undid one more. I wanted ample room to be able to send one of my hands exploring through the chest hair covering his abdomen. I could feel myself getting close with barely any stimulation to my own member, and I wondered how he was holding out.

Sliding forward again, he fully sunk his cock into my mouth, holding himself there. There was a loud battle scene raging on the screen behind us, and I knew that with how many times he’d seen this, that he’d timed it perfectly. I was gagging now as I deepthroated every inch of the cock that I’d fantasized about since I was first his student, and I couldn’t believe that I was about to take his cum inside of me.

He was practically thrusting himself into my mouth now, and I wondered if he even cared if anyone noticed now. I certainly didn’t- my brain had shut off every thought that wasn’t filled with the ecstasy of those moment right when I got his pants pulled down to his ankles. I should have been mortified at the idea of being caught down here, but my brain couldn’t conjure up those feelings.

As I grabbed onto his thighs to brace myself, I felt him slide back, and I embarrassingly leaned forward, searching the air with my tongue for him. Stuck in that pose, I felt his warm seed hit my lips and spray across my face in thick ropes of cum. I wanted, no, needed him to finish on my face.

Wiping away only the drops that had landed on my eyes, I fell back on my ass and began stroking myself off as the documentary ended.

“Hey James, can you turn the lights on for me, again?”

There wasn’t a hint of anything in his voice to clue in his students on what had just happened. Without moving an inch or even reaching for his pants, he held a discussion with his class for five more minutes before sending them on their way. I heard the students packing up bags, and I almost wished that one stray student would step up to ask a question and witness this scene, but the room emptied before it could happen. About ten seconds passed before he rolled away from the desk, flaunting his body to anyone that could pass by the still open door.

“So, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Unfurling my body and standing up again, I didn’t tuck my dick in either as I stood in front of him.

“I think any explanation is unnecessary after what I just did. A promise that it won’t happen again is all that I have to offer.”

Reaching for me, I knelt down one last time, resting my hands on his bare thighs as my lips met another part of his anatomy. He kissed like he lectured, passionately. His tongued danced around mine, and he had to be the one to push me away since I didn’t want to let go even to take a breath.

“I hope you mean that you won’t help someone cheat again. Because I expect you to be under my desk tomorrow right after office hours end.”

Smiling down at him, I looked at the cum that had rubbed off of my face and into his beard. Nodding my head, we both just smiled as we got dressed again, never looking at the door to see if we’d been caught.