I Have to Pass!

I had gone to University as the first person in my entire family to do so. My family were not happy I had gone and considered me snobby for managing to get onto a course for Biology.

They did not support and had actually humiliated me as I left. They said I thought I was better than them and that I had forgotten where I had come from. They gave me no financial support as they barely had any money to spend on tobacco, let alone give some to their least favourite child of 7.

I was determined to succeed and never have to live the life they did, surviving pay cheque to pay cheque. I also wanted to do something with my life rather than work in a supermarket and stack shelves.

Of course to help pay for accommodation, I had to do a menial job but the moment my degree was over I would be free and do something far more invigorating with my time.

Unfortunately, having a part time job really impacted my reading time and completing my coursework so I very quickly fell behind. I was just scraping 40% most of the time which meant I was only just grading.

After my first sub 40% assignment, I was called into the office of the head of my course. Dr Terence or as we referred to him, Big Terry.

We found ourselves hilarious as he was a tiny decrepit man that was nearing retirement but the tagline suited him just fine.

I headed to his office during his open hours and knocked on his door.

"Come in," he wheezed, muffled by the door.

"Hi Sir, I've come about my most recent assignment. I'm Benjamin Hulme," I said as I entered.

"Ah yes, it's a shame we have had to call you in," wheezing still, but clearly annoyed.

I sat on the sunken chair near his desk, that was much lower than his chair so I could barely see over it.

"Sorry to say, my boy, but we are considering dropping you from the course," he stated, matter of factly.

"What?! I've really tried. You can't kick me off!" I pleaded.

"In fact we can when grades are as low as yours. You are not cut out for this clearly," he responded bluntly.

"I'm really sorry but I have to work around this course and I am barely having any time to do the reading and assignments. Please give me another chance," I begged.

His face softened. He could see how upset I was and he looked to be thinking about an alternative.

"Well, we do have one thing you can do, that would make you indispensable to the department and it would certainly help us mark you a little more generously," he mused.

"Please, I will do it! Whatever job it is, I'm happy to do it," I squealed.

"Well, stand up boy and bend over the desk. You deserve a consequence for your poor work," he snapped at me.

I froze, he couldn't mean it.

"What are you suggesting?" I asked hesitantly.

"I'm going to spank you, obviously," he responded. "Now stand up and take your spanking boy."

Thinking about the embarrassment of going home a failure and giving my family exactly what they wanted, I slowly stood up. Accepting my fate, I bent over his desk for him. My hips against the edge and stomach lying across it, I could hear Terry walk behind me.

"This won't do, pull down your trousers boy!" he snapped.

I pulled down the waistband of my jeans and my boxers with it. Too slowly for Terry's liking as he roughly grabbed them and pulled them to my ankles.

He then gripped my right cheek and lifted his left hand above the other. He then swatted me, causing me to groan.

"Shut up boy, noone wants to hear you. Stay silent and it will be over quicker," he snapped.

His right hand left my cheek and moments later swatted it. It stung and I held back the noises I wanted to make. He alternated between cheeks, slapping each one maybe twenty times.

My arse was raw and I held in the noises as best as I could.

"That will do, now get under the desk and remove your trousers fully," he instructed.

I did as I was told and knelt under his desk. It was a large wooden desk with a panel that mostly covered the front. There was a hole just big enough to climb through. My arse would be on show to anyone that was at the front but thankfully the rest of me would be invisible.

Terry walked round the desk, sat in his chair and undid his belt. He pulled his cock out which did have a strong musk to it and looked small. It was nestled in a bed of pubes and did not look inviting at all.

"Well, get to work boy. You make me cum and then you can go," he said brusquely.

I crept forward, trying to not breathe in his smell, knowing in a moment it is all I would smell.

I wrapped my hand around his flaccid penis. My hand completely encased it so I tried to jerk it a little to entice it out a little further. I could feel the bristles on my hand and a slight patch of stickiness on my palm.

I fiddled with his shaft for a good few minutes with no real luck as it barely grew at all from my playing with it.

"Oh, just put it in your mouth boy, if you want to get anywhere with it. It will take some real effort to get him awake and to finish the job," I heard from above the desk, impatience in his voice.

I put the tip in my mouth and sucked, the foreskin moving further into my mouth but not a lot of shaft. Then a hand grabbed the back of my head and forced me further into his groin. His pubes firmly in my nose and his entire penis in my mouth.

My face itched from the hair scratching and there was no point bobbing up and down with it still so soft so I just manipulated the whole penis in my mouth. Sucking on it and swirling my tongue around, trying to coax it out of hiding.

It very slowly gained some rigidity and size, until it reached about 5" long and poked around near the back of my mouth. Now I could bob a little and get things into motion. I could hear moans now, he was finally enjoying it and hopefully it wouldn't last too much longer.

I tried everything that I liked to make it go quicker but his cock still drooped and didn't feel fully erect. I sucked and slurped but there was no sign of a finale.

Then there was a knock on the door and someone came in. I froze. I had his cock in my mouth still but daren't move a muscle.

"Oh sorry, Dr Terence. I didn't realise you had company. More poor grades eh?" the person asked, quite upbeat.

"Embarrassingly low and his cock sucking is just as sub par frankly," Dr Terence grumbled.

"You can't blame the poor lad. You're lucky you can still get it up at your age. Here, try one of these," the voice said. The person came closer to the desk and handed something to the doctor. "Now get those grades up lad, not all of us will let you do this you know."

With that, the person left and shut the door again. Ashamed, I returned to this laborious blowjob, his cock having wilted slightly during the pause.

I put my hands in his trousers and got his testicles out. They hung very low and not surprising for a man of his age but I started squeezing them and massaging them, hoping this would get him going finally.

His cock stirred and hardened considerably in my mouth. Now it was something I could really get my mouth around and hopefully get him off in short measure.

"Oh that's not down to you boy. He just gave me a little pick me up. Now get out from under there and bend over my desk again," he ordered.

I reversed back through the hole and resumed my position from earlier, my bare arse up in the air and my cock soft between my legs. The doctor moved round his desk and stood behind me. I heard a click as a bottle opened and then felt cold and wet fingers on my bud.

"You're going to want to breathe in deep as I put my fingers in. Hopefully, your bottom can do the job your mouth is too inept to," he complained.

He moved his two fingers in, lubing my hole up with the cold liquid. He sawed in and out a few times and then I felt his tip push agaidnst my tight hole.

With the lube and the small size of his cock, it took little resistance before he was in me. It felt no different to his fingers but more of a straight rod. He slowly pushed into me, moaning as he did so.

"Thank Christ for this, you finally have something going for you," he moaned.

He bottomed out quite quickly and held himself there for a moment. I could feel his drooping balls resting against mine, his pubes intertwined with mine.

He then pulled away, until his tip was all that was left and then pushed back in. He repeated and slowly picked up the pace. His balls swinging like a pendulum and occasionally slapping my inner thighs and ball sack as he started to thrust.

He held my hips and there were audible slaps everytime his body hit my cheeks. It was uncomfortable but not unmanageable and I lay on the desk just taking it as this old man used me.

He picked up the pace, impressively so for someone that had a bus pass and his moans got louder. He spanked my arse as he hit his cresendo and then I felt the warm liquid squirt inside me. Spurt after spurt inside me, before he slumped on my back.

He held me there for a good minute as his cock deflated until it popped out with a gloopy noise. He pushed his finger in before his cum fell out.

"I know you have a lecture to get to, no time to sort that out so you better head straight down there. I will give you a 60% because your tight bum saved you. A blowjob like that will fail you as quickly as your actual work. If you ever have to earn your grade again, you better have some more experience. My office hours for that kind of training are 6-7pm each night, I expect to see you there. Now get going!" he instructed, pulling his finger out as he told me to leave.

I quickly grabbed my boxers and put them off before the cum dribbled out and then did the same with my jeans and almost ran out the door.

I was so ashamed that it had come to this and would have to genuinely think about the extra office hours if my work situation didn't change.

I went to my lecture, completely lost in my own thoughts when someone stopped me as I was about to sit down.

"I've been there fella. Borrow my jumper and wrap it around your waist before you make a mess and anyone notices!" the stranger said sympathetically.

I felt the arse of my jeans and could feel a wet patch seeping through where the cum was leaking. I took the offered jumper and tied it around my waist before sitting down.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Don't worry about it, I get it. I guess you're joining the extra sessions too with a face like that," he said.

"Yeah, apparently my blowjobs aren't good enough," I cried.

"I can teach you and then you'll never have to do another assignment for him again."

I thought about the offer. It would reduce my workload considerably as Dr Terence was the harshest marker and set the most work. Maybe, I could get my grades up in everything else for one blowjob a week.

"You're on," I said.