Failing Maths

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I was desperate. It's my only excuse, and it's the only reason I did what I did. Can you really say that you'd do any different? I'd exhausted all of my options, and with the end of year exams speeding towards me like a train, I made a decision that I'd have to live with for the rest of my life.

The funny thing was, I didn't regret it for a second.

Mr. Ryan was the strictest teacher in our school. "There is no substitute for hard work" he would say, but it wasn't for the lack of trying that I was miserably failing math.

I just couldn't grasp it. No matter how much work I did, no matter how much I concentrated, it just didn't make sense to me.

Perhaps it wouldn't be such a big deal in any other subject, but without at least a C in my maths exam, my place in college would be pulled.

My parents were extremely strict, and losing out on my college place was simply not an option for me. In the months leading up to the exams, I did everything that I could, but I was still no closer to retaining the useless information than I was at the beginning of the year!

Drastic times called for drastic measures, and maybe I'd watched too many videos or read too many saucy stories, but there was only one thing left for me to do.

"Are you married, sir?" I asked Mr. Ryan as he handed out homework, and the man looked at me as though I'd insulted his first born child.

"Head down" he growled, and continued passing out the worksheets.

Alright, maybe I was a bit forward. But how was I supposed to do this? I was eighteen years old, a virgin, and a bit of a social slug. Seducing anybody would be difficult, but seducing my high school maths teacher was going to be a nightmare.

I wasn't a bad looking kid. I guess I was pretty cute, and I kept myself in good shape, making sure to maintain my plump butt as it was one of my favourite features. Even by adulthood I wasn't sure what my sexuality actually was. I'd kissed a few girls, which had been okay, but I had a strange, secret longing for men for quite a while.

The biggest issue I was going to face was the fact that Mr. Ryan was a very attractive man and he was undoubtedly straight. He subbed as the gym teacher, so he was in impeccable shape, and compared to most of the other teachers, he was quite young.

I guess he was in his thirties, but his age didn't bother me. In fact, his age was one of the reasons why I found myself very willing to do what I had to do in order to get the grade that I needed.

Mr. Ryan sat back at his desk and began writing something down, and I stared at him in the hopes that I could somehow send him psychic signals. Alas, my plan failed, and when the bell rang, I sighed and collected my stuff.

"Jamie, I want to speak to you for a moment" he said as I passed by, and I felt a rush of excitement.

All I had to do was find a way to get into his pants, and surely he would have no choice but to pass me. As I stood there and waited for the classroom to clear out, Mr. Ryan ignored me and continued writing. When it was empty, he sat back and shrugged.

"What is this?" He asked, and reached into his drawer, retrieving a folder and dropping it into his desk. "You haven't passed a single test in over three months, yet I've spoken to your other teachers and you're doing great it their classes!"

I lowered my head and sighed.

"You're end of year exams are right around the corner, Jamie, and at this rate, you're failing them".

"Sir, I–"

"No, Jamie" he interrupted, "I'm not listening to excuses. You're well capable of passing this class, but you're refusing to put the work in".

"Sir... I–"

"You're coming in every day and you're sitting there daydreaming instead of listening to me, so what do you expect when you won't–"

"Sir, I'll do whatever you want me to do in order to pass this class!" I barked, "literally, anything".

Mr. Ryan stopped talking and stared at me. God, he was handsome, with his dark features, slightly tanned skin and stubble.

"Good" he nodded, "that's good. You'll need to spend a considerable time catching up on things, but I think you'll manage".

Mr. Ryan looked at me as though he was dismissing me, but I had to let him know what I meant. No matter how much time I put into this dumb subject, I was failing unless I could do something for Mr. Ryan that no student had ever done for him before.

"Sir... What I mean is... I..." This was a lot more uncomfortable than I had expected, but his eyes remained on me as I stuttered. "I'll do anything to pass this class".

The man regarded me for a moment, and the silence was physically painful. I could almost see the cogs turn in his head, until he finally understood what I was saying and dropped his pen.

"I'm going to give you the opportunity to turn around immediately and leave my classroom" he said, and I could see that he was doing his best to keep himself composed. "I will not hear another word of this, and if you are as clever as I know you are, you'll forget this silly behaviour and study like everyone else!"

I opened my mouth to reply.

"Goodbye, Mr. Summers!" He snapped, and I hurried from his classroom, humiliated.

It was a stupid suggestion. A ridiculous attempt at saving my own ass, and now I'd gone and blown it. Mr. Ryan would certainly tell the other teachers, and what would they think of me then? I was a good kid. I'd always been a bit of a nerd, and almost all the teachers loved me.

"He's a pleasure to teach" many of them had told my parents, "a real joy to have in the class".

Now? Now they were going to think I was some kind of weird little pervert who'd suck dick for a good grade. I felt sick that night, and barely slept a wink. When the next morning rolled around, I desperately pleaded with my parents for a day off, but they weren't having it.

The entire day was spent regretting my stupid antics from yesterday, but nothing I could do would prevent my last class of the day, and when I entered, I kept my head down, and sank into my chair.

"Some of you are failing this class" Mr. Ryan said, and the class fell silent instantly. "You all know what my motto is".

Without missing a beat, the class called it out in unison.

"There is no substitute for hard work!"

"Exactly" he nodded, and I immediately knew that he was speaking directly to me.

"For the final weeks in this class, you will each knuckle down and do the work that I know you are all capable of doing, and when the results of your exams are given to you, you will fully deserve them. There are no exceptions. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir" the class called back, and Mr. Ryan looked directly at me as I turned red.

The rest of the class was about as awkward as I expected it to be. He didn't single me out at all, so I managed to make myself as small and invisible as possible until the bell finally rang and I rushed toward the door.

"Jamie Summers", my guts almost fell out of my ass as I stopped dead. "Hang back for a moment, please".

The blood drained from my body as the classroom cleared out, until once again, it was just me and Mr. Ryan.

I shuffled over to his desk, my eyes firmly planted on the floor, and waited for him to further scold me for my embarrassing behaviour yesterday.

"Your homework" he said, sliding the worksheet across the desk, "another fail".

I felt like crying. Could this man not understand that I was simply fucking useless at maths?! I didn't reply, and heard him sigh.

"Are you really finding it that difficult?" He asked, and I nodded.

Another silence fell, but strangely, it wasn't as awkward as it had been yesterday. Finally, Mr. Ryan exhaled and tapped his pen on the desk.

"Right, what grade do you need for college?"

I gawped at him. Was he going to help me?

"C" I replied, my voice trembling.

"Damn, Jamie" he sighed, "you're not even close to that level at the moment".

I squirmed.

A few seconds later, Mr. Ryan made me an offer that I couldn't refuse.

"Extra lessons" he said to me, "after school, every day until the exams. If you can't concentrate in the class, I'll sure as hell make sure you do it alone".

I grimaced. The idea of spending hours alone with Mr. Ryan after what I'd suggested yesterday made me cringe, until he continued.

"I charge for private lessons" he continued, "but I'm sympathetic with your situation, and you've always been a pleasant kid to teach".

I wasn't sure that I was following, but Mr. Ryan elaborated.

"I won't allow you to bribe your way to a good grade" he said, "when you open those results and you've gotten the grade that you wanted, you'll know that it was deserved".

He stood up and walked toward the door, and I followed him. I can't say I was relieved. I'd already made it clear that no matter how much work I did, I just didn't get it.

Mr. Ryan reached for the door handle and I waited for him to let me out, but he locked it instead.

"Unless you have the money to pay for my private lessons, you're going to have to find another way to pay".

I watched in awe as Mr. Ryan strolled back to his chair and sat down. Had I understood him correctly? Was he really suggesting what I thought he was? I didn't have to wait long to find out.

"I'll be honest with you, Jamie" he said, and began to fumble with his belt, "you shocked me yesterday. I didn't expect a student like you to come out with such... Well, with that".

His buckle came undone, and I remained frozen to the spot as he unbuttoned his pants.

"I thought about it more when you left, and I figured, why not? You know? Why not give this kid a chance to make his dreams come true".

Mr. Ryan slid his hand into his pants, and a moment later he pulled a pretty large cock from the waistband. My eyes bulged as he smiled up at me.

"One a day" he nodded, "I'll accept that as payment".

Part of me expected him to laugh, until I remembered that this man was a teacher, not some high school bully. He wasn't playing games, this was real.

"S... Sir" I managed, but I wasn't sure what to follow that up with, I continued to stare at my teacher's generously sized penis.

"Having cold feet?" He asked, and I shook my head slowly. "Good, then let's go. Your first payment is due up front".

Mr. Ryan slid his pants down until they fell to his ankles. He was hairy, with a thick bush of wild pubic hair and large, furry balls. The hair ran down his naked thighs, and some of it even travelled up his fleshy cock.

Mindlessly, I stepped closer to him but before I could get to my knees, Mr. Ryan reached over and unbuttoned my pants.

"I've never been interested in men" he said, unzipping me and shimmying them down my legs, "but I guess there's a first time for everything, right?"

He didn't even sound like a teacher anymore. As he grasped the sides of my briefs and lowered them down, I couldn't help but feel like Mr. Ryan was just a normal person. I cringed slightly as my dick flopped out.

"Mind staying like that while you do it?" He asked, lifting up my shirt to get a better look at my smooth junk. "It's quite pleasant to look at".

I could no longer form words. The situation had changed so drastically over the last few minutes that my mind had gone completely blank. All I could focus on was the fact that Mr. Ryan's cock had reached a semi-erection.

He sat back in the chair once more and gave me a go-ahead nod. I fell to my bare knees and placed my hands on his thighs.

"First time?" He asked me, and I nodded.

"Go nice and slow, keep your teeth behind your lips, and don't think about it too much" he said, and I leaned closer to him until I could smell the sweat from a day in work.

It was warm, and heavy. It was by no means a bad smell, it was simply the smell of cock, and in that moment I realised that I was very, very gay.

"Good man" he groaned as I wrapped my hand around it and put the head in my mouth.

It tasted lightly salty, but pretty much exactly how I expected it to taste. I felt it swell between my lips, his glans becoming wet with my saliva as he filled my mouth further, and then he relaxed into it and I got to work.

It was amazing. Being on my knees with my pants down and sucking on my teacher's delicious cock was a breathtaking experience, literally. There was an element of sexual humiliation involved. I was doing this because I had to do it, not because I wanted to. Or so Mr. Ryan thought, anyway.

When his cock was completely hard, I trailed my tongue across the thick ridge of his helmet, feeling his frenulum, lapping at the bulging veins and gagging when it choked me.

He rubbed his hand through my golden hair, taking charge of me and pleasuring himself using my body. There was something so extremely sensual about it, and my own cock was now twitching eagerly between my legs.

"Oh yeah" he groaned, his hand on the back of my neck, "just like that".

I took his full length into me, blocking my airways as I licked his pole. For someone who had never even seen a cock before, I felt like I was doing a pretty decent job. Mr. Ryan obviously felt the same as he gasped and moaned in the chair.

The wet blowjob continued for nearly twenty minutes. My eyes were watering from the gags, but I had never felt as horny in my life. This man had gone from being my teacher to the man I wanted to pleasure for the rest of my life. He felt so strong inside me, like he was in control, and I was his boy.

With all the skill that I had learned since it began, I went to town on his perfect, tasty cock. I felt his pre-cum pour into me in delicious mounts, coating my raw throat in his juices, allowing him to slide further into me with ease.

Another twenty minutes went by, and I wondered how long this man could keep me here, eager to finish him, with a straining erection.

"I want you to swallow it, Jamie, okay?" He groaned, caressing my cheek with his thumb, "every drop".

I nodded as he thrust deeper into my throat, and then it happened.

I felt his balls contract against my chin. The hair tickled my nose, and then his cock became swollen between my lips and his watery sperm splashed against the back of my tongue and drained into my stomach.

I swallowed it down, eager not to spill a droplet of the man's precious seed. More of it flooded my mouth, and the taste was wonderfully strong. More and more, gushing from his thick rod and drowning my throat, and then finally he let out a long, content sigh and he became flaccid in my mouth.

"That was great, Jamie" he said breathlessly, "really great, well done".

Well done? It felt like he was grading a test.

I licked up the spillages from his pubic hair and his cumslit and Mr. Ryan stood up and got dressed.

"We'll begin on Monday" he said, helping me to my feet, "two hour slots, one for work and one for... Well, for this".

Mr. Ryan reached down and gave my eager cock a squeeze before pulling my pants back up and closing the button.

"Who knows?" He said, leading me toward the door, "depending on how well you do in my lessons, maybe I'll return the favour".

Mr. Ryan opened the door and ushered me into the empty hall, and I was already leaving the school when I realised what had just happened.

Perhaps I would get the grade I needed, after all.