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Teaching Benefits
🕑 Added 2018-11-29 17:52:59 +0000 UTCRequested by Seminole94
Thomas couldn’t help but be distracted by the brown package he’d just received in the mail. Right before he started teaching his class, it had been delivered directly to him. Not to his home, nor his office, or even the reception desk at the front of the school. It was hand delivered to him in person. He signed for it not knowing what it was. But the delivery man seemed absolutely certain that it was for him.
“Professor Bradly?” Arthur interrupted Thomas’ thoughts about the package again. “Are you feeling alright?” He was a good student. Probably one of the best Thomas had the pleasure of teaching. But also rather shy. Thomas had gotten to know him through the several lectures and office visit he’d make. Usually it was to talk about something that was recent archaeological news or just whatever he found interesting.
“Maybe he’s finally started to bore himself,” Adrian joked. The jock gave a low fist bump to some of his friends. It was one of the problems Thomas always had with these ‘non major classes’, he’d always get so many students who had no desire to be there at all and he’d have to pass them anyways. It wasn’t too much skin off his back, but the constant stream of jokes only seemed to get more frequent the longer he’d been teaching.
Thomas just smiled it off trying to act like it didn’t bother me. “Maybe it’s time to call it quits for today,” he found himself saying. His mind just wouldn’t stay off of what could be in the box. The class stared at him for a second.
“Wait. Really?” Adrian asked. “You’re letting us off early?”
Thomas sighed as the question. After teaching for over 20 years it was the one statement that every college student loved to hear. “Yes. Really. You all can go. Like you, I have something interesting to check out as well today,” half the class already had their stuff packed up and were headed to the door before Thomas finished his sentence. It didn’t matter. As long as they left he’d be able to check out whatever was in that box.
However Arthur seemed to stay behind. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked sheepishly. “You never let us out early.”
“Huh? Oh Arthur,” he looked down to see the student still around. “I’m fine. No need to worry. Just have something I needed to check out.” Arthur didn’t move. He obviously wanted to know what his Professor was up to. “Did you recently hear about the girl finding the sword in her backyard in Sweden? I hear it’s pretty interesting.” Thomas tried to distract the student with something else.
“No…” Arthur paused trying to think of what he wanted to say. “It’s like you know everything Dr. Bradly!” he looked up wide eyed. His interest was obviously waning from what Thomas could possibly want to do that didn’t involve him. “But I’ll go find out!” He hurried towards the door, ready for his new mission.
Thomas just shook his head as he opened the box. No return address of even a name. Just a note that said, ‘Wish wisely.’ And a small coin that he’d only seen in occult books. “A wishing coin?” he questioned as he held it up. “Odd… Guess it means I get a wish,” he chuckled at the thought of something magical happening. Then a thought about Arthur popped in his head. “I wish I was what Arthur thought of me,” Thomas mused at the thought of how much that student idolized him. He felt like he might have understood the feeling. When he went to college he had a few teachers that he adored. Teachers who he was able to relate to and loved talking to. But Arthur seemed to feel it on a whole nother level.
He shrugged it off and looked back down at the coin. “What the heck?” he said as he watched it turn to dust. “What? No. What’s going on?” he kept grabbing at it but it faded away into nothing. He blinked a few times and tried to figure out what had just happened. The only thing that remained was the box and the note.
“Wish wisely,” he mocked. “That must have been some old coin to disappear like that…”
Thomas scratched at himself feeling a little strange. He looked at the clock and realized he’d just let the class out over an hour earlier than they were supposed to be. “Oh well…” he shrugged. “Too late to get them back now. Maybe I could go hit up the gym.” He paused realizing the offer he’d just made himself. “The gym?” he tried to think of the last time he’d actually been in one but that memory didn’t seem to exist. He shook his head thinking that it was crazy. There’s no way he’d be caught dead in the gym.
But before he knew it, his legs had carried him across campus to the college gym. He stepped inside. There was a cautiousness about each step he was taking now. He knew he didn’t like the gym, but the thought of being anywhere else seemed to be even stranger. Each step he took he seemed to feel a bit more at home. It was strange but he could almost swear he felt confident.
“Hey there teach,” he heard Adrian’s voice break through the silence. “What are you doing here?”
Thomas wasn’t sure how to answer. Honesty felt like a good place to start. “Going to try to start working out,” he said. ‘Mostly honest,’ he corrected the previous thought. “Just thought I should try. Y’know?”
“Yeah man! I can’t believe it. Didn’t think a dork like you would ever want to be caught dead in a gym,” he laughed. “No offense…” he added realizing he was still talking to his teacher. “But if you stick at it you could be really fucking swole bro!”
A mix of emotions shot through Thomas. Even though he’d just been insulted, he’d also been complimented. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react. “Yeah?” he questioned it uncomfortably. “Think I’ll get jacked?” he flexed his flabby arm and saw a smile crack across Adrian’s face.
“Yeah man!” the jock kept up his bro attitude. If he could have garnered even half the enthusiasm he had for sports into his school work, he’d probably be able to actually get A’s. But Adrian looked over at Thomas a bit concerned. “You need someone to train with?” he asked.
Thomas took a second. “Yeah… Probably be a good idea…” he admitted. “Don’t know how well I’ll do on my own.”
“Gotcha,” Adrian laughed. The first thing the jock did was flip his hat backwards then he led Thomas into the gym and showed him around the machines and free weights. Adrian made sure that Thomas worked out everything. He forced him to three full sets and didn’t let him stop. But the more Thomas worked out the more he felt comfortable in the gym. He didn’t know what this feeling was. It was like he knew exactly what he was supposed to be doing.
If Thomas actually thought about it, the longer he worked out the more it was like he was showing Adrian how to do each set. He’d started encouraging Adrian to push himself harder; even adding a few snide remarks about his masculinity. It wasn’t really like Thomas but Adrian was more receptive than he’d ever been in a single one of his lectures.
Over an hour and a half had passed before Thomas realized he’d been working out. He was sweating but it all felt so good. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and flexed again. “Damn I look good,” he showed off in front of Adrian.
“I guess… For an older guy,” Adrian mocked while throwing a few fake punches. “But man you really gave me a good workout. We got to do this again sometime.”
“Yeah man,” Thomas replied. “Once you start trying harder in your classes then we can make more time.”
Adrian groaned. “Fine… Whatever… Teacher first or whatever. Just when I thought you were starting to get decent.”
Thomas just grinned as Adrian headed back to the locker room. Even if he knew Adrian didn’t want to try, something inside him felt like it was going to be a little different in his next class. Thomas headed home. He was more tired than he’d ever been.
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Waking up Thomas couldn’t help but feel sore. His muscles seemed to ache to no end. He remembered going to the gym and now that was coming back to bite him in the ass. If he’d gone more than once in the last decade maybe he wouldn’t feel so sore. With a groan he forced himself out of bed. No reason to sleep past eight. He got up and headed to the bathroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The morning was starting and he knew he had about an hour before Arthur would be at his office door with a whole report on whatever it was that he told him to look up.
Thomas yawned as he stepped into the shower. It was the best thing to get him to actually wake up. Hot water ran down his sore muscles. He couldn’t believe how his entire body seemed to ache. Muscle groups he didn’t even know existed seemed to be tightening around his body. Even ones he knew he hadn’t worked out the day before but he just ignored it. The hot shower was easing those pains along with the gentle massage his strong hands were giving him.
Stepping out of the shower he grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. He ran his hands over his body realizing for the first time that it didn’t feel right. Opening his eyes he searched his body. “What the hell?” he cursed as he saw dense muscle layering around his legs, covered in hair. “What’s going on?!” he questioned looking at his full length mirror. It was the first time he was almost excited to see his reflection in the morning. “Holy…” he muttered running his hand over his strong looking jawline. It was covered in the same salt and pepper color covering his entire body.
Thomas had never been one for facial hair but he had to admit it looked pretty good on him. He’d normally felt like he looked older or it wouldn’t grow in right. However, right now, he knew exactly why guys grew it out. It covered his jawline perfectly while accentuating it at the exact same time. It gave him a distinguished authoritative look but not mean or brazen. “This is…” he started off until he saw the rest of his body.
Now he was at a loss for words. It was something that even in his prime he had never accomplished. He was fit. He was tone. He was handsome. Every muscle that had gained several layers of fat over the years from eating out and never working out was currently bulging with muscle. In a stunned stated he raised his arm and gave it a flex. His bicep bounced to life. The 14 inch arm was tone but looked strong. It wasn’t long before his hands started to feel up the rest of his trimmed body.
“I look like one of those MMA guys…” he mumbled as he ran his hand over his abs. His trim pecs adjusted every time that his hands moved. He didn’t even notice as they traveled closer to his erect cock. Just feeling the muscle was enough to get him to zone out. He’d always wondered what it felt like to be one of those guys. “Damn…” he cursed again. It seemed to be becoming a habit.
“I’m so fucking big,” a hand gripped his cock and gave it a tug. “So big…” For a second he came out of the haze and saw what time it was. “Shit! I’ll be late!” he said grabbing all his clothes at once. What used to feel tight around his round body was almost too big for his new trim one. However he didn’t have time to go out and find new clothes. He just buttoned up what he had and headed for the door. It’s not like it looked bad he just needed a belt to hold up his pants. If anything he looked more stylish. The clothes fit around his body rather than squeezing against it. It’s not like he really noticed. He was more worried about being late.
Thomas arrived about five minutes after he usually did. He shoved his key into the door and pushed it open. “Dr. Bradly,” a familiar voice called for him from down the hall. Thomas didn’t even need to look up to know it was Arthur. “Dr. Bradly,” he called again as he got even closer. Thomas held his door open and let the younger man in. “Good morning,” he panted. The quick pace he’d made down the hall was obviously too much for him. “I looked up a bunch of stuff about that…” he trailed off as he looked up and down Thomas’ body. “That thing you told me about… Yesterday…”
After each part of the sentence he said, Arthur’s mind seemed to drift even further away from what he was originally thinking about. “Yeah?” Thomas said trying to get him back on track.
“Yeah…” Arthur was obviously still distracted. He suddenly blushed as he was clearly interested in something else he didn’t know if he wanted to say. “Do you… Do you mind… If… Err… We talk?” he finally asked.
“Talk?” Thomas said a bit confused. “Isn’t that what we normally do?”
Arthur’s face flashed even redder. “I mean yeah. But I was thinking… Maybe a little more private?” He started closing the door to the office. Thomas normally had an open door policy but Arthur seemed pretty intent on making it private. Thomas stayed on his side of the desk as Arthur took his seat. “It’s just you’ve been so good to me. I’m sorry. This is awkward. I just feel like I know you really well and well… Want to get to know you better.” He shrugged his shoulders but seemed to be trying to make himself as small as he possibly could be.
Thomas looked over his desk at the small guy. “Are you…?” the words seemed to be stuck in his throat as he realized why for the entirety of the last semester Arthur had been coming to his office every morning. But as the words stayed there something inside him felt like it was burning. Each of his muscles started to feel sore again, like he’d just finished another heavy workout. The current feeling distracted him and he wasn’t able to form a sentence.
“I’m sorry. I’m being dumb. Forget I said…”
“No wait,” Thomas grunted as the feeling grew even more intense. He could feel his entire body pulsing. Muscles pulled in and out, but with each pulse they were ever so slightly bigger. Each second he was getting bigger. He was getting heavier. He was getting stronger. “It’s not that. It’s just…” the sentence he wanted to say was trying to say just wouldn’t come out. He grew up in a different time. It was something he wasn’t ever supposed to admit. But he knew exactly how Arthur felt. He’d had a teacher almost exactly the same. Someone he looked up to as an authority; almost like a father.
It’s just what…?” Arthur hesitated as he stood up from his chair. He leaned forward, thinking he was getting the hint.
“It’s just…” Sweat was now pouring off of Thomas’ body. His body wouldn’t stop growing. From weighing himself at 180 this morning he could feel his weight climbing. He must have been close to 240 maybe 250. Heavy dense muscle packed on to his frame. He was growing wider. He was growing taller. Each second he could feel it pushing even harder against his clothes. There was only so much stress that fabric could take. His swelling arms filled the sleeves while the buttons on the front were threatening to pop. What had been almost too large this morning was clearly a size or two too small. Thomas grunted trying to not say it. He could feel it welling up inside him though. He slammed his mighty fist against the desk. “It’s I understand how you feel! I’m gay too!” he declared.
At that very second the clothes tore from his body and landed on the ground. Tatters of fabric laid around his feet where whatever was left of his shoes remained as well. His cock pointed directly at Arthur. “Fuck…” he moaned. The smaller man’s knees looked like they were about to give way as he stared at Thomas’ massive body. He’d never been in a room with someone so big. Let alone so naked. And that thick cock, already leaking. “Fuck…” it escaped his mouth again. He couldn’t help it.
“That’s it buddy,” Thomas said. There was an even greater confidence as he stood there completely naked. Thomas couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as he saw his student actively pleasuring himself while he just stood there. He took one giant step around the desk and leaned his hefty weight against it. “I know how you feel…” His colossal hand ran through Arthur’s shaggy hair and under his chin. “Do you want to feel?” it seemed almost natural to make his pecs bounce.
Arthur nodded and pulled himself even closer. He ran his little hands over the hairy chest in front of him. It just dwarfed his size even more as he felt the muscle beneath his hand. He didn’t notice that Thomas was undoing his pants. The college student was just too enamored with what was right underneath him to even care.
Thomas pulled Arthur closer into a kiss. His scruff rubbed up against the young man’s hairless face. As they kissed his finger slid around backside pressing up against the smaller man’s hole. It was tight. Almost too tight. Arthur could feel that he had to loosen it up. Even with the pre already dripping on his finger it was hard to worm his way in. A soft gasp escaped Arthur’s mouth as he felt the finger finally push in. Thomas took his chance to finish the kiss. Then flipped the small boy around.
Now it was his cocks turn. He could feel its head press up against the tight hole. He made sure to make it as lubed up as he possibly could. His hands reached down and held Arthur down to the desk. He could hear the little man whimper. “Fuck me… Fuck me Dr. Bradly.” The soft needy tone of his voice just encouraged Thomas even more. He had to be careful but a part of his wild side was coming out. He just couldn’t help it hearing the lust in Arthur’s voice.
Thomas pressed hard and his dick pushed in. “Fuck,” he grunted. Arthur fell onto the desk. His limbs had gone week and the only thing holding him up was Thomas’ cock. He tried to regain his strength but with each thrust he fell down limp again. Thomas leaned his body down onto Arthur’s. “Such a good boy,” he whispered into Arthur’s ear. Each thrust drew him closer. “You’re such a good boy. Able to take my cock. You do so much I ask I just want to make you happy. What can I do to make you happy?”
“Cum in me,” Arthur begged. “Please! I’ve wanted this all year!”
As if on command Thomas felt his cock release. Several large pumps of cum unloaded into Arthur’s ass. His big body involuntarily thrust with each new burst, pushing his cock even deeper into Arthur. The young man’s eyes rolled back as he unloaded his own onto the desk in front of him. He’d never experienced anything like this before. He couldn’t believe it. It just felt so good.
It took Thomas a good few seconds before his cock started to soften. Once it did he fell back into the soft leather chair behind him. The leather felt so cold on his bare skin. His arms wrapped around Arthur and pulled him in held him tightly against his naked body. Arthur stare him in the eyes longing for another kiss. He ran his hands through the dense forest of hair across Thomas’ chest. “I guess I finally see what you see in me,” Thomas smiled as he leaned in for another kiss.
