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Justin had intended, with every ounce of his being, to apply himself and to do better in school since his talk with Coach Wynette almost a month ago. He wanted more than anything to be that superstar athlete his coach had spoken to him about. And he knew deep down that he could be that person.

But knowing he could be that person and actually becoming that person were two very different things, and the latter was proving to be much more difficult than the former. He tried to study, to understand the words he read in his books, to make sense of the psychological and philosophical crap that his professors insist he read. But it all just gave him a headache, and he couldn’t get out of his head all of the laughter and fun that everyone else on his floor seemed to be having without him.

“Are you even listening to me right now, Bennett,” Professor Reid said, “or are you daydreaming like you do in class?”

“What?” Justin said sleepily. Goddam, Reid sounded a lot like the invisible teacher in the old Charlie Brown cartoons. “Huh?”

Professor Reid laughed, and shook his head. “Get out of my classroom, punk. You just failed this class.”

“No,” Justin said, suddenly snapped back to the present. “No, please, Professor Reid. I can’t fail this class. I can’t flunk any class. I’m barely getting by, and if I fail any classes, then I can’t play ball.”

“Not my problem, Bennett. I’ve tried everything I can think of with you, but nothing is getting through. You’re just not trying. You don’t give a damn about this class, or any other I would venture to guess.”

“That’s not true,” Justin said, and scooted to the edge of his seat. His heart was beating fast and hard, and he felt the tears threaten to burst through at any moment. “I do care, Coach…I mean, Professor Reid.”

The professor laughed and shook his head again as he leaned back in his chair. He could sense that his student was on the verge of tears, and knew exactly how to play his hand. “You’re pathetic.”

“Please, Professor Reid,” Justin begged just as the first tears began to fall. “My entire future rests on this. I can’t fail. Please, just give me another chance.”

“I’ve given you a million chances already, Justin. And you haven’t taken advantage of a single one of them. If you aren’t willing to do any of the work, then I’m not willing to continue giving you any more chances.”

“I will try,” Justin cried, and wiped the tears from his eyes. “I’ll do anything, Professor Reid. Just give me one more chance.”

“Anything?” the teacher asked.

“Yes,” Justin said hopefully, and brushed the tears away quickly. “Anything. Just tell me what I need to do. I promise, I’ll show you I care. Just give me one more opportunity.”

“Come over here.”

Justin stood up quickly and walked over to his professor’s desk. He wasn’t sure exactly what he expected—maybe a thousand-page book that Reid would demand a book report on in a week, or maybe a billion-word thesis on the esoteric value of the meaning of life. Or something equally ridiculous. But at this point, Justin didn’t care. He’d do anything for another chance at passing this stupid class.

“Get on your knees, Bennett.”

“What?” Justin asked, and blinked rapidly to clear the tears.

“You heard me. I’ve got a big cock, but it’s not quite that big. You won’t reach it from up there.”

Justin just stared at his teacher, and struggled to catch his breath.

“You said anything, Bennett.”

“I know, but…”

“Never mind, then. Get outta here.”

“No!” Justin said quickly, and dropped to his knees in front of Professor Reid. “No, I’m sorry.”

“That’s better,” the teacher said, and spread his legs apart. “Get over here and suck my cock.”

Justin took a deep breath and scooted closer to Reid’s chair. He unzipped his professor’s trousers and dug around clumsily inside for his dick. Almost a minute later it was out and lying semi-hard against the inside leg of the trousers.

“Suck it!” Reid ordered.

Justin leaned forward and took another deep breath as he licked the thickening cock. He only got a couple of licks in around the head before he began sobbing.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Reid said. “You can’t cry. How the fuck am I supposed to get hard if you’re crying like a fucking little baby?”

“I’m sorry,” Justin said, and wiped the tears from his eyes again. “I’m sorry.” He leaned down again and licked at the cock more vigorously. After a few seconds, he lifted the dick with his fingers, opened his mouth, and took half of the shaft inside. He sucked on it tentatively at first, concentrating on not gagging or vomiting.

“Watch your teeth, Bennett.”

Justin opened his mouth a little wider, hoping to pull his teeth away from the cock. He closed his eyes and bobbed his head up and down the length of the shaft. Reid had an exaggerated vision of his own cock—it wasn’t big at all, maybe six inches at its hardest. Not that Justin was complaining. He was thankful, in fact. He’d never sucked a dick, and was afraid that if it were any bigger that he’d gag on it, and he was sure that Professor Reid would not be happy about that.

“That’s it, baby,” Reid moaned loudly as he stretched his long legs out farther in front of him. “Take that giant cock all the way down your bitch throat.”

Justin wrapped his lips tighter around the cock and sucked on it as carefully as he could. He had no idea if he was doing a good job or not, but Reid was moaning and tightening his legs, so he figured it wasn’t completely horrible. After a couple of minutes, he wrapped one hand around the rod and squeezed it as he sucked around the head. When the teacher moaned louder and thrust his dick inside Justin’s mouth faster and harder, Justin took that as his cue. He reached down with his other hand and squeezed the hairy balls.

“Oh yeah, man,” Reid grunted loudly. “Suck my fat cock, man.” A couple more thrusts, and then, “I’m gonna shoot!”

Justin loosened his lips from around the cock, but kept squeezing with his hand, and tried to lift his head from it. But Reid grabbed him by the back of the head and held him tight to the base of his cock as his body stiffened. Justin panicked when he couldn’t breathe, and struggled for a couple of seconds, and then his eyes bulged as he felt the first few squirts of warm liquid splash against his throat and land on his tongue. His professor bucked and grunted and made a theatrical production of emptying his load into Justin’s mouth. Justin gagged as the first couple of shots slid down his throat, and then swallowed it as quickly as he could before he had time to think about it.

“Fuck, that was hot, man,” Professor Reid said hoarsely. He pushed Justin away from him, and stood up to tuck his cock back into his trousers. “Now get the fuck out of my classroom.”

“Are you going to pass me?” Justin asked softly as he stood up and walked toward the door.

“I said I would, didn’t I? But don’t forget, this is only mid-term. There are still several exams between now and your final grade. You’re not so stupid that you don’t get what I’m saying, are you?”

“No, sir,” Justin said as he stared at the floor.

“Good. Now get out of my face.”

Justin walked out the door of the classroom and then ran to the nearest restroom. He locked himself in one of the stalls and beat himself off quickly, and then vomited in the toilet and cried. When he had no more vomit and no more tears, he left the restroom and walked back to his room at Evergreen Hall in De Neve Plaza.