Mr. Abella started his lecture while doing his best not to look at Andrew, but found it very hard not to do so. His eyes would eventually wander over to where Andrew sat, where he did everything he could to try to turn him on. He sucked on the end of his pen like giving a cock a blow job. He did anything to get a reaction out of Mr. Abella. He felt his cock getting harder by the minute but he concentrated on the lectured and willed himself not to look in Andrew's direction. When the bell rang, ending the lecture, it was a huge relief. He quickly said goodbye to his students as they started to file out and turned around to erase the white board.

Finishing that, he made to back to his office quickly and closed the door behind him, locking it. He sank down into his plush office chair to calm down. All he wanted to do was whip his hard cock out of his pants and stroke it until he came right there in his office. Deciding it was a good way to help him calm down, Mr. Abella opened up the drawer at his desk to take out the bottle of lube he kept inside for those days he needed to rub one out.

Someone knocked at Mr. Abella's office door, just as he was about to unzip his pants. He growled, irritated at the thought of not being able to jerk off, but knew he had to be a good professor and help any student with any potential questions they had. With an irritated sigh, he put the lube back into the drawer, got up and opened the door.

Andrew was standing on the other side. He barged into the office, closing the door behind him. Ignoring Mr. Abella, Andrew walked past him and right up to Mr. Abella's desk and stood there with his hands folded across his chest.

Mr. Abella stared at Andrew for a moment before walking back to his desk and sat down in his office chair. "What do you want?"

Andrew handed him a slip of paper. "I need you to sign this form from my football coach saying I'm passing this class. He won't let me play until you sign it."

Mr. Abella gave a quick laugh, not bothering to look at the piece if paper. The nerve of him. He didn't bother handing in any of his homework, and he missed more than half of the lectures.

"I'm sorry, Andrew, but there is no way you're going to pass this class. Not at this point. You'll have to take it again next semester."

Andrew frowned at him. "But I have to pass this class. Coach won't let me play and Dad will get pissed if I don't pass all my classes. He'll kick me out of the house if I fail any of them."

Mr. Abella shrugged. "I'm sorry, but you should have thought of that all semester. Maybe you can work something out with them?"

Andrew's frown deepened. "There has to be something that I could do. Maybe some extra credit?"

Mr. Abella shook his head, getting irritated. All he wanted to do was go home. Not be stuck in this room with some student who couldn't be bothered to make an effort in class. "There's no amount of extra credit that you could do that would possibly be enough to give you a passing grade."

Andrew walked around his desk so he was standing beside him. He turned his chair so that Mr. Abella faced him. "I'd do anything to pass thing class. Just anything." He leaned over and touched his thigh, near his crotch. "Anything."

Mr. Abella was shocked into speechlessness. He couldn't believe what was happening. Andrew started to rub his hand over Mr. Abella's crotch, making his dick hard. Andrew licked his lips.

Mr. Abella pushed Andrew's hand away from his crotch. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You don't have to pretend with me, Mr. Abella. I know you're gay. I see the way how you look at me in class. You want me. You can have me, if you give me a passing grade. I never fucked another man, but I'll let you be my first."

Letting Andrew resume rubbing the front of his pants, Mr. Abella leaned back into his chair and gave serious thought about Andrew's proposition. Nobody would find out and he wasn't dating anybody at the moment. It would be just between them.