Mr. Silver, my college English teacher - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Chapter 1

I should have left with everyone else.

The lecture hall had emptied in the usual noisy rush of chairs and backpacks, but I stayed seated until the last student disappeared through the double doors. Mr. Silver was still at the board, erasing the final notes from the afternoon’s discussion on The Waste Land with slow, precise movements. 

He was wearing a green polo and some camel pants and he actually had a hot body for his age. He screamed hot daddy. His forearms were tense and hairy. The tortoiseshell glasses sat low on his nose. The salt-and-pepper beard made his face look stricter than it probably was.

I stood up, adjusted the strap of my bag, and walked down the steps toward his desk.

He didn’t look at me right away.

“Mr. Silver,” I said. My voice came out thinner than I wanted. “Could I talk to you about my final grade?”

He finished erasing a line, set the eraser down, and only then turned his head. His eyes moved over me in a way that felt longer than necessary.

“The grades were submitted yesterday, Kyle. You received the notification.”

“I know. I saw it.” I tightened my grip on the bag strap. “I’m at a C-minus. The internship I applied for at the publisher house requires at least a B. If I don’t get it, I lose the placement.”

He leaned back against the desk and folded his arms. The movement pulled the polo tighter across his chest.

“Your final essay was rushed. The close reading was superficial. You relied too heavily on secondary sources instead of your own analysis. You know that. How can you evaluate writers manuscripts like that? You need to pay more attention to the details.”

“I do. I know I messed it up.” I forced myself to hold his gaze. “I’m asking if there’s any way to revise it. Or make up the difference. I’ll do extra work. Anything.”

The word anything hung in the air a little too long.

Mr. Silver studied me in silence. The lecture hall felt much larger now that it was empty. Somewhere far down the corridor a door slammed.

“You’re asking me to change a submitted grade,” he said finally. “That’s not a small request. I could get in trouble for that, Kyle. “

“I know, Mr. Silver, but please… it’s my career.”

“And you’re offering ‘anything’ in return.”

I felt heat crawl up my neck. “Yes.”

He held my eyes for another moment, then glanced toward the open doors of the lecture hall.

“This is not a conversation we should continue here.”

He picked up his leather satchel, turned off the desk lamp, and nodded once toward the exit.

“Walk behind me, pretend you’re not coming with me, be discreet and keep your distance.”

I nodded and followed him to the exit of the auditorium.

We left the building with seconds of difference. The late-afternoon sun was still strong, the air thick with summer heat. I expected him to stop in the courtyard or outside the faculty offices. Instead he kept walking toward the staff parking lot. When he unlocked a dark Jeep and opened the driver’s door, he looked back at me over the roof.

“Get in, before someone sees you.” His voice was almost a whisper.

I hesitated only a second before climbing into the passenger seat.

He drove in silence until we were off campus and moving along the edge of the city. The air conditioning hummed quietly but it was still

hot as fuck inside his jeep. His cologne — woody, restrained — filled the cabin. I kept my hands on my thighs, trying not to fidget. His green polo was already stained with dark spots of sweats in the armpits area.

After several minutes he spoke without taking his eyes off the road.

“You’ve acquired a reputation in the department, Kyle.”

My stomach tightened. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Kyle. The third-floor bathrooms in the humanities building. The phone number written inside the stall offering oral services. The students who disappear in the middle of classes and come back looking flushed and careless. That number belongs to you.”

I stared straight ahead through the windshield. The denial I had prepared died in my throat.

“Yes,” I said quietly. “Sorry, Mr. Silver, I know I shouldn’t..”

“You’ve been letting them use your mouth. And more than that.”

“Yes.” I could not look at him with shame.

Mr. Silver nodded once, as if I had simply confirmed something he already knew.

“And now you want me to raise your grade in exchange for the same service? That’s what I’m understanding by your word “anything”. Am I wrong, Kyle?”

The way he said it — calm, almost academic — made the words feel heavier.

“Yes, Mr. Silver, you’re right. But please don’t report me. This could fuck up my future.”

He was silent for a long stretch of road. Then he turned the Jeep onto a quieter route leading away from the city center.

“I’m not in the habit of negotiating grades with students,” he said. “Especially not like this. But I’m also not in the habit of ignoring an offer made so directly. Married life can be difficult Kyle, specially with a demanding position like mine and teenage kids at home. The lack of physical activity in bed, it’s not a good situation for a man. I don’t know if you understand this, Kyle.”

My pulse was loud in my ears.

“I - I… guess I do, Mr. Silver. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m taking you somewhere private,” he continued. “If you disappoint me, the grade remains exactly as it is and we never speak of this again. If you don’t disappoint me… I may reconsider. Do you understand the terms?”

“Yes.”

“Say it properly.”

“Yes, Mr. Silver.”

He exhaled slowly through his nose like he was making me a huge favor.

“Then start by taking my cock out.”

My hands were not steady when I reached across the center console. I unzipped his camel khaki pants and carefully freed him. He was already half-hard — thick, heavy, the head flushed. The smell of him rose between us. I leaned down and took him into my mouth. The taste of his manhood was delicious. It was not some college boy’s cock, it was a real mature man.

He kept driving. For the first few minutes he said nothing. The only sounds were the engine, the faint wet noise of my mouth, and the occasional click of the turn signal. Then his hand settled on the back of my head, not pushing yet, just resting there with clear intent.

“Deeper,” he said quietly.

I took more of him. My jaw stretched. Drool began to collect at the corners of my lips and run down the shaft. Every time the Jeep accelerated, his fingers pressed a little more firmly, guiding me further down until the head of his cock pushed into my throat. I gagged once. He did not let me pull away immediately.

“Again. Don’t gag, this is part of the oral exam, Kyle.”

I did it again. And again. By the time he turned into the cracked parking lot of a roadside motel, my eyes were watering and the front of his pants was dark with spit. I tried my best to not gag, but it was difficult.

He parked in the covered garage, killed the engine, and finally looked at me. My lips were wet. My breathing was uneven. My face was read and sweaty. He reached out and brushed his thumb across my lower lip, collecting a string of saliva.

“You’ll do better once we’re inside, I hope.” He said.

He paid for the room in cash. The corridor smelled of old carpet and disinfectant. The moment the door closed and the lock turned, the last trace of the lecture-hall professor disappeared.

Mr. Silver removed his shoes and place them next to the bed. He took his green polo shirt slowly, watching me the entire time, then folded it over the back of a chair. His chest was solid, covered in trimmed graying hair that darkened down his stomach. He was more lean and athletic that I thought. He unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants and underwear down, and stepped out of them folding it in the chair next to the green polo. His cock stood out thick and heavy, still glistening from my mouth.

“Take your clothes off, Kyle.”

I did. He watched every piece of fabric leave my body without any change in expression.

“On your knees.”

I dropped to the carpet. He stepped closer until the head of his cock brushed my lips.

“You service those jock boys in the bathrooms between classes,” he said quietly. “You let them use your throat and your hole and then you go sit in my lectures with their cum still inside you. Is that accurate?”

“Yes, Mr. Silver.”

“Then you already know how to do this. Show me.”

I opened my mouth and took him in. He was looking down at me with his glasses that gave him an intellectual edge. This time there was no steering wheel, no seatbelt, no need to stay quiet. I could finally work him properly. I took him deep, pulled back, used my tongue along the underside, then dropped lower to lick and suck his heavy balls while stroking the wet shaft. He allowed it for a while, breathing steadily above me. Then his hand twisted into my hair and pushed me all the way down.

I gagged hard. 

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t gag, Kyle. Take it all the way down and control your breathing, I know you can do better. It’s still on the C minus.” His tone was exactly the same as if he were correcting some stupid answer regarding an interpretation of Shakespeare.

Spit ran from the corners of my mouth to my chin. He held me there until my throat convulsed around him before letting me up for air.

“Again, longer this time.”

He used my mouth with controlled, deliberate thrusts, never fully losing the measured quality he had in the classroom. Every time I made a wet, choked sound he pressed deeper, as if testing how much I would take without complaint. My eyes streamed. My jaw burned. He only released me when he decided I had been sufficiently thorough.

“On the bed. On all fours.”

I climbed onto the mattress. The bedspread was thin and slightly rough under my palms. I heard him move behind me. A moment later his open hand came down hard across my right ass cheek. The sting flared hot.

“You came to me offering anything,” he said. “This is what anything looks like. Anything I don’t receive at home.”

He spat directly onto my hole and licked my ass, his beard against my smooth skin. I rolled my eyes with pleasure and then I felt the thick head of his cock press against me, rubbing the saliva around, applying slow pressure until the head popped inside. The stretch was sharp. I dropped my head and moaned into the sheets as he continued to push forward, inch by inch, until his hips were flush against me and I could feel the coarse hair of his athletic thighs against my skin.

He stayed completely still for several seconds, letting me feel the full thickness of him.

“You’re tight for someone who has the reputation to be used so often,” he murmured. “Or maybe the others simply don’t take their time.”

He began to move.

The first strokes were slow and deep, almost thoughtful. The old bedframe creaked in steady rhythm. I could feel every inch of him dragging against the sensitive rim of my hole on the way out and pushing back in with deliberate weight. His hands rested on my hips, fingers spreading me open so he could watch.

“You let them bend you over in those stalls,” he said, voice still low. “You let them finish inside you and then you walk back to class. Did you ever sit in the front row of my lecture afterward?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I thought so.”

He gradually increased the pace. The sound of skin meeting skin grew louder. Every few thrusts his hand came down again — left cheek, right cheek — until both sides of my ass burned. I stopped trying to stay quiet. The moans came out broken and open.

“Reach back and spread yourself,” he ordered. “Properly.”

I did. The new angle let him sink even deeper. He gave a low, rough exhale and began fucking me in earnest — long, powerful strokes. The headboard knocked lightly against the wall. My cock hung hard and leaking beneath me, untouched. I was on the verge of an orgasm.

“You’re going to take every drop,” he said, breath finally starting to roughen. “And you’re going to keep it inside you on the drive back to campus. If I find out you cleaned yourself before tomorrow’s seminar, the grade stays exactly where it is. Clear?”

“Yes...”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mr. Silver. Please—please breed me. Breed my hole, sir.”

His rhythm turned harder, less controlled. One hand locked around the back of my neck, pressing my cheek into the mattress. The other gripped my hip tightly enough that I knew there would be red marks. 

“I’m going to breed your hole. I’m going to fucking breed you!”

He drove into me with short, deep thrusts until a low, guttural sound left his throat. He buried himself to the root and came hard, cock pulsing thick and hot as he emptied himself inside me.

The sensation pushed me over the edge. I reached under myself, stroked once, and came onto the sheets with a broken moan while my hole clenched around him.

For a long moment the only sound in the room was our breathing.

Mr. Silver stayed inside me until the last of the aftershocks faded. Then he slowly pulled out. I felt his cum begin to leak down my balls and onto the bedspread. He stood behind me in silence for several seconds, one hand resting heavily on the small of my back, before stepping away.

I remained on all fours, open and dripping, while he dressed with the same calm precision he used when collecting papers at the end of a lecture. Polo. Pants. Belt.

When he was finished he said in a calm deep voice.

“Get dressed. I’ll drive you back, Kyle.”

The return journey was almost completely silent. I sat in the passenger seat with his cum still leaking out of me, the wetness spreading slowly against my underwear, exactly as he had instructed. Every time the Jeep took a corner I felt it shift inside me.

He stopped a block away from campus and unlocked the doors.

“Check your student portal in the next few days,” he said.

I looked at him. His expression had returned to the same composed mask he wore in the lecture hall.

“Yes, Mr. Silver. Thank you.”

I got out of the car. He drove away without another word.

I walked the rest of the way to my next class with the unmistakable feeling of my professor’s cum still inside me, the taste of him still in my mouth, and the clear knowledge that the power balance between us had changed permanently.

And that I had allowed it.

All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.