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The past few weeks have been frustrating. Jay has two classes worth of papers to grade, a loan settlement to fix, and that one annoying student whose balls he just wants to kick. It’s also worth mentioning every senior is geared up for senior assassin and the worst of all, senior pranks. Yeah, they’re a cute way to end the year, but he hates how he has to be dragged to that mess.
Which is exactly why his students call him “unc.”
Sir Unc didn’t want to see any confetti on his classroom floor, Post-it notes covering his door, his classroom filled with balloons, or his desk chair wrapped in bubble wrap—especially now when he thinks the world’s out to get him. Right now, all he wants is to free the pent up anger and stress.
In simpler words, Jay just really wanted to cum. To the point that he’d groan and roll his eyes back. With how long he’s been saving his load, he knew that it’d coat his chest with his cum, and that’s what he wanted to feel. To feel his cum dripping off his chest and long, hard dick. Basically, Jay just really wanted to spend his Saturday with his hand around his all-lubed up dick, stroking it up and down while watching porn—but when duty calls, he answers.
The principal informed Jay about a student he’ll be handling in detention just as the students left his classroom. It was his last class, and right before the principal walked through the door, he was already ready to jerk off. In fact, he was already imagining it, his palm coated in lube stroking his large cock, but of course a senior just had to ruin his plans.
“Who is it this time?” Jay asks laughing, pretending he actually cared.
“Well, it’s Sunoo.”
Jay let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. This time, he actually cared.
“Yeah, I know, frustrating, right? I handled him in his junior year, and, wow, he really was something! But I hope you understand, Jay.” The principal felt the depth and weight of Jay’s sigh.
“Alright, I’ll do it,” Jay said. “Is he already outside?”
“Actually, it’ll be tomorrow.”
That was the biggest kick to his balls. He would have been okay with handling it today. He didn’t mind going home late or losing a few hours of rest because he really needed tomorrow. That one Saturday when he can finally cum.
Nevertheless, he still accepted it, it’s not like he can say no anyway, it’s a part of his contract as a teacher. They shook hands, with Jay’s dimple showing as he smiled at the principal. He placed his laptop in his bag with disappointment, same thing with his pencil case, and he even felt too disappointed to erase the writings on the whiteboard. He loosened his tie and sighed. The world was really out to get him, he thought.
When he arrived home, he cracked a beer can open and sat on his couch, staring at whatever the TV channel was playing. The cold liquid did nothing to wash away the irritation sitting heavy in his chest. Two sets of papers still needed grading. The loan settlement documents were waiting on his laptop like a bad omen. And now he has to deal with Sunoo tomorrow—the same tomorrow he reserved to finally release his pent up load.
He continued to sip on the can, its intoxicating taste burning his throat as the liquid slid down the passage. His Adam’s apple bobbed. Jay felt thirsty, but it wasn’t a thirst water could quench. He undid the first button of his shirt, trying to cool himself from the heat creeping up on his body. The heat rushed throughout his body, but he could feel it move to his heavy cock.
The fabric of his pants stretched as his cock hardened. As much as he wanted to rub it out, Jay was a creature of habits and schedules, and tonight was supposed to be for the papers he had to grade and get started on that debt settlement—not for playing with his dick. So, instead of taking his hot, large dick out of the constraints of his pants, he turned his focus to what he initially scheduled for tonight.
He set the beer can down on his desk and removed his shirt and pants, the bulge in his boxers begging to be freed. A long, frustrated sigh escaped from his chest before he took out the papers from his suitcase. The green pen flew across the papers he graded. He reached a flow state—checking what was right, encircling what was wrong, and correcting where his students went wrong. His pen glided through the papers and he only realized that he was nearly done when the pen’s tip hit the hard wood of his desk.
Jay leaned back in his chair, rolling his shoulders to ease the stiffness in his neck. The stack of graded exams sat neatly beside him now, but the real mess of the debt settlement forms, collection notices, and the repayment plan spreadsheet still waited in a separate folder. He rubbed his temples, trying to summon the focus he’d just lost.
“Just get through this shit tonight,” he told himself. One more hour and he can sleep.
But his cock wasn’t cooperating.
It throbbed heavily against the thin fabric of his boxers, hot and insistent, the swollen head already leaking and creating a small wet spot that clung to the material. Every small shift in his seat made it pulse harder, begging for attention. He could feel the veins standing out, the whole length of it rigid and heavy between his thighs. His hand hovered near his lap for a second, fingers twitching with the urge to wrap around it, to stroke slowly from base to tip and squeeze the aching head until he groaned.
“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath.
He forced his eyes back to the documents. The numbers blurred slightly as another thick throb made his cock jump visibly, straining against his boxers. He wanted to free his heavy cock so badly, to pull the waistband down and let it slap up against his surprisingly toned abdomen—hot, veiny, and dripping. He wanted to play with it, taste the sensitive tip with his thumb, smear the precum around until the head of his cock glistened. His balls felt tight and full, drawn up close to his body, desperate for release.
Jay gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening. He tried to read the next line of the settlement agreement, but his mind kept drifting to the way his duck was pulsing in time with his heartbeat. It was almost painful now, so hard it bordered on throbbing agony. One hand drifted down unconsciously, palm pressing lightly over the massive bulge, feeling the intense heat radiating through the fabric.
“Focus. Just fucking finish the paperwork,” he cussed under his breath and bit his lip hard.
Jay exhaled slowly through his nose, forcing his hands back onto the desk. His cock continued to throb angrily in his boxers, hot, heavy, and leaking, but he refused to give it any attention. He adjusted his chair slightly, wincing as the movement made his rigid cock shift and pulse inside the tight confines of his boxers. Jaw set, he pulled the folder closer and started working through the documents with mechanical precision.
Page after page, he read every line carefully, filled out the repayments agreements, calculated interest accruals, and signed where needed. He finally finished, but his cock never softened. It stayed painfully hard the entire time. Still thick, veiny, and begging to be freed, twitching every few minutes as if protesting his discipline. A steady trickle of precum kept soaking into his boxers, making the material cling to his shaft, but Jay didn’t touch it—not once.
He glanced at the clock. It was already 12:17 am, and his erection was still raging. He finally stood up, the heavy throbbing between his legs making him shiver. After brushing his teeth and turning off the lights, he dropped onto his bed in nothing but his boxers. The fabric was still damp with precum, clinging to his painfully hard cock.
Lying on his back, Jay stared at the ceiling. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner, but sleep refused to come. His dick was too hard. It rested heavily against his lower stomach, twitching every so often, the swollen head still leaking slowly. Every time he shifted to get comfortable, the sensitive shaft dragged against the waistband, sending unwanted jolts of pleasure through him.
He tried ignoring it. He turned onto his side. Then his stomach. Nothing worked. The ache in his balls and the constant, hot pulsing kept pulling his attention back down. Minutes dragged into nearly half an hour. The frustration built. His cock refused to soften even slightly. It was still rock-hard, flushed, and begging.
“Tomorrow’s already fucked,” he though bitterly.
Finally, with a defeated exhale, Jay rolled onto his back again. One hand slid down his stomach and slipped under the waistband of his boxers. He wrapped his fingers around the thick, heated shaft and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip until a groan escaped his lips.
He told himself it would be just for a minute. Just enough to take the edge off so he could sleep, but once he started, he couldn’t stop. He spat on his palm and stroked slowly, torturously, focusing on the sensitive head on every upstroke. He smeared the precum over his length, making each glide slick and smoother.
“Goddamn it! Why won’t you just go down?” he groaned, frustration clear in his voice as he glared down at his rock-hard erection.
It pulsed angrily in his grip, veins standing out, the head flushed dark and shiny. He squeezed tighter at the base, holding it firmly for a few seconds, feeling it throb hard against his palm.
“Shit! That feels too good,” he whispered.
“Just a little more. I’ll stop. I swear I’ll stop,” his lips bucked up slightly into his fist.
He edged himself closer again, stroking faster now, breath hitching. His balls drew up tight, the pressure building dangerously.
“Come on…fuck! Almost there…mhm,” he growled through his gritted teeth.
Right before the point of no return, he forced his hand to loosen completely, letting his cock slap heavily against his stomach. It bounced and twitched wildly, denied again.
Jay let out a long, shaky exhale and wrapped his fingers around it once more. It was slower this time, teasing the sensitive tip with his thumb while muttering, “Just until I can finally sleep…”
He continued until his body felt heavy and his mind feeling foggy from the constant denial and frustration. He kept his fingers loosely wrapped around his still-throbbing cock, too exhausted to pull them away. The heat and hardness pulsed steadily against his palm as he closed his eyes. Within minutes, sleep finally claimed him.
But Jay found himself in his dimly lit classroom. The door was locked. Sunoo stood in front of his desk, looking nervous and guilty, shifting on his feet.
“You’re always in detention,” Jay said coldly, his voice low and authoritative. “This is the third time this month. You have to be punished.”
Sunoo’s cheeks flushed, “I’m sorry, Sir…”
“You always say sorry, but you always end up in my classroom,” Jay slapped Sunoo’s cheek.
“And every time, I let you eat my cock. Is that why you’re such a brat? So you can keep sucking my large cock?”
Jay was dreaming. He grabbed Sunoo by the hair and pushed him down roughly between his spread legs. He pulled his own throbbing cock out, already rock-hard and leaking, and slapped it against Sunoo’s cheek.
“Open your mouth. I know this is what you want.”
Sunoo obeyed, parting his lips. Jay thrust in deep without warning, fucking his student’s mouth with harsh, punishing strokes. He held Sunoo’s head firmly in place, hips snapping forward as he used Sunoo’s mouth as if it were a toy.
“That’s it,” Jay growled, voice thick with anger and lust. “Take it. This is your fucking punishment.”
Tears pricked at the corners of Sunoo’s eyes as Jay fucked his throat harder, the wet choking sounds filling the empty classroom. Jay’s grip tightened in his hair, pulling him down until Sunoo’s nose pressed against his unshaved base.
“You like this, don’t you? Being used like a little fucktoy when you mess up,” Jay hissed, thrusting faster.
“Look at me while I fuck your mouth.”
Sunoo’s watery eyes looked up obediently, and the sight pushed Jay closer to the edge. The tight heat, the slick tongue, and the way Sunoo struggled to take every inch—it was overwhelming. Jay felt his balls tightening, pleasure surging violently through him.
“Fuck— I’m gonna fucking cum down your fucking throat. Swallow every fucking drop, okay?” Jay groaned, his hips stuttering.
Just as the orgasm started to crash over him, Jay’s eyes snapped open.
He woke up gasping, heart pounding. His hand was still tightly wrapped around his aching cock, which was pulsing wildly on the verge of release. Thick precum coated his fingers and stomach. His body trembled with frustration, muscles tense and twitching from being edged for too long.
“Shit…” he breathed out shakily into the sun-lit room.