Football Daddy and I had a great day at the UGA game. I stayed over with him Friday night and we had a relaxing evening. A good meal, swam in his pool and some hot sex to close out the night.
Saturday morning I woke up after he had already gotten up and found him in the kitchen, checking emails and having a cup of coffee.
I declined coffee but did enjoy a nice gulp of cream from his spout as it slid down my throat.
I love returning to Athens for football games, it always brings back great memories, many of them having to do with the hot studs I used to fuck around with when I was a student.
As we made our way towards the stadium, we walked by one of my classroom buildings, this particular building holds a particularly great memory, a building I took my Freshman Biology class in.
I am NOT good at science, it never has been my subject, math too, I just don’t get it. History, English, the arts, those are my subjects.
So back to the story.
When I was a Freshman, I had a college biology class that was kicking my ass. The harder I tried, the less I understood and my grades were reflecting it. I was struggling and knew I needed to pass the class to keep my GPA at a level I would be comfortable with.
It was Spring Semester and I had held up a solid 3.6 through the year and I didn’t want to let a failed Biology class fuck up my standings. But the further I got into the semester the less it looked like I would pass the class.
I had tried, I just couldn’t get it. One of the Lab Assistants, an average looking guy who felt more comfortable around a petri dish than people had been really helpful all semester.
He was not much older than me, a complete science nerd. On the surface you wouldn’t think we had anything in common, but I liked him.
I had seen him in the local gay bar a few times during the semester and always spoke to him. I tried to help him come out of his shell a couple of times in the bar, but his social skills were non-existent.
Leading into finals week I was desperate and asked the Lab Assistant if I could get some tutoring sessions in. He told me he would be happy to help me and I set up an hour each day for the week leading up to Finals.
On the first day, I paid for the week and we got down to some study. He really helped me, but I just wasn’t getting it.
I was bordering a D and F and was desperate. On our second day of sessions, the LA told me I should make an appointment with the Professor to plead my case.
The Professor was a douche and I told him I didn’t think it would work. The LA told me “you know, LA positions are really competitive, I found a way to get this appointment and I am sure you will find your way into the Professor’s good graces too” as he said it, he winked at me and smiled.
REALLY? I asked.
He told me yes and after our session I went to the Professor’s office to make an appointment.
Two days before the final exam I walked into his office. I had picked up on the hints of the LA and dressed accordingly, shorts and a skin-tight tee.
As I sat before the professor I explained to him how hard I had worked. He nodded and checked his books, I had only missed one class and turned in all of my assignments on time. He became less douchy and said unfortunately all the work you have done just doesn’t add up to a passing grade. Passing and failing would be dependent on my success in the final exam.
At this point, hopeless, I told him “I will do anything to pass this class.” He said, “I know you have been working with my LA and he reported to me that you are working hard to pass, do your best and let’s see how it all ends up.” I left dejected.
Later that afternoon during my tutoring session, the LA and I went over our studies and I was hopeful but not confident.
As I was leaving the lab, I ran into the Professor in the hall. He asked how my study was going and I told him I was working really hard and once again pleaded my case. He smiled and told me to come back at 6, we could talk about it.
At 6 PM I was walking into his office suite. His assistant was gone for the day and he was in his office. He motioned me in.
I walked in, closing the door behind me.
We talked and eventually he let it be known, my grade could be earned in ways other than my knowledge of the biology he had been teaching all semester.
I ended up on my knees behind his desk sucking his thick cock. Not very long and overly hairy, I sucked his cock giving him my best.
I then found myself bent over his desk with his tongue up my hole, followed by a couple of fingers and then his cock.
Bent over his desk, with his cock deep in me, a soft knock on the door interrupted his stroke. He shouted out come in.
With a smile on his face, the LA walked in and undressed in front of me while the Professor kept fucking me.
A small uncut dick came out and the LA walked over and put it in my mouth. Now I was being impaled on both ends from two science nerds that would never get me to consider them twice, but I was desperate and I gave them both the fuck of their lives.
After filling a condom with his load the Professor pulled out and I rubbered up sliding into the LA.
Calling his LA’s name, the Professor said, “this dude does know something about biology doesn’t he?”
We all laughed as I fucked the LA to his and my climax.
After we finished I dressed and left the two men in the office.
I walked into the Final Exam cautiously optimistic. I did my best, but was unclear on much of the topic.
When my grades came out that semester, I got all A’s, except for Biology, there I got a B….. a hard-earned B, but one I was very happy with.
You see, I don’t just fuck for $, sometimes I fucked for grades too!
Until Next Time….
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