Professor Starkey

His class wasn’t difficult, it was just a lot of reading, but what was difficult was the tests. He gave out one every semester and that was the deciding factor to whether or not you passed the class. He had a problem with me anyways so that made it even more difficult. But, nevertheless, I loved history but his tests got to me.

I emailed him to see if there was anything I could do after the failure that I had received after long hours of study and no sleep. He emailed me back within the hour with this message:

Adam,

You were not the only student to receive a failing grade this semester. If I let you raise your grade with extra credit or a retake then I would have to let everyone else and that is time out of my day to grade and re-read your essays. It’s not something I particularly enjoy, I might add. Plus, you are one of the few students that have showed your particular attitude in class. If you don’t know what the word pretentious means then I suggest you look it up. So, to sum up this email, there is nothing you can do that will effect your grade unless you become a professor within the next twenty four hours and change it yourself. 

The email ended there and I was sitting at my desk in shock. I have never had a professor that has been so wrong about me. I put forth effort in class, I do my work, I listen, I take notes. I don’t understand what I did wrong. But, if that’s how he wants to be, then so be it. 

That night after a considerable amount of debating with myself I decided to use a talent I was born with and projected myself out of my body. Dr. Starkey was on campus most nights doing his tedious grading so I knew just where to find him. I floated about campus, enjoying the night time view and the studying students, until I reached the building his office was located in. Instead of taking the stairs, I floated to the third floor where I found Dr. Starkey working in his office. 

“Hello, Starkey.” I said, he failed to hear me since I was practically a ghost. I looked over his papers and noticed that he was grading everyone incorrectly. “But he got that right!” I screamed as he marked a question wrong on my friends paper. He laughed to himself and then entered the grade in on the computer which turned his name red. Red names meant failure. I snarled and then floated around him. From behind him, I saw him to continue marking answers wrong on his student’s papers and as he flipped the paper over I poked the back of his head, my finger going through it and causing him to shake. 

“What the fuck?” He said, standing up and rubbing where I had just poked him.

He was facing me now and I poked his face. He jumped and then I went for his crotch. The moment I pressed my hand through his bulge and into his cock, I could feel it hardening. Instead of taking my hand away this time I let it linger and he was trying to brush my hand away which did nothing but make his situation worse. The moment he tried to push me away, my hand was caught inside of his. He tried to move but I was in control. I could see him sweat and this was what I wanted. I moved my face closer to his and gave him a kiss, causing me to be forced forward into his body. I could feel the rush as I regained feeling. I could feel everything again and I looked down at the bulge in my new pants and rubbed it. My hands slowly loosened the tie and soon after I started unbuttoning the shirt. When I ripped the two sides apart, I was astonished to see muscle. 

“Damn, Dr. Starkey.” I said with his gruff yet eloquent voice. I slid my hand up his stomach, letting the hair between his fingers. My fingers traced his abs and then ran over his pecs. “Damn.” I repeated, squeezing his nipples with the shirt open. I reached my hand inside of his pants and after groping his junk, pushed his pants down, letting his erect cock fling forward. “Even better down there.” I pumped that sucker, looking at my reflection in the mirror he had on his door. His expression changing with pleasure turned me on even more. The fact that it wasn’t mine and I was in control made it even more pleasurable. Pump after pump and eventually I exploded letting out a loud moan, watching my expression in the mirror with pure lust. That was when the memories came in. They rushed in and I new everything about who I was inside. Most of it didn’t surprise me except one thing, he was jealous of my looks and was super gay for me. I shook my head as everything settled down inside and then I heard a knock at the door.

“Let me in Dr. Starkey.” I heard a voice say. It sounded familiar. When I opened the door after picking up my pants, I saw myself, shirtless and crazy eyed. “Hello, sir.” He pushed me inside and I stumbled back. 

“You know, sir. You don’t have a bad body.” I said.

“And neither do you.” He looked down at himself and then pushed his hand against my crotch. 

“Um, sir?” I said, turned on but still questioning what he was doing with my body.

“You like it. I know you do. Plus, it would be fun fucking your own body, wouldn’t it?” He slid his hand inside of my unbuttoned pants and I let out a little moan. I shrugged and then pushed him up against the wall. I tore off the bottoms and rubbed against him, my cock struggling to get out. I let it free and he went down to suck me off. I moaned as he edged me closer to climax but before I picked him up and started kissing him as I pressed my torso against his. His younger cock was brushing up against my own body and I turned him around, sliding my own thick cock inside of my old body and stroking his. He let out a moan and as I continued to thrust, we both let out our cum at the same time. He dropped to the ground to pick up his belongings and then I tidied up my office. 

“I forgot to change my grade.” I said, sitting down behind my new desk. 

“You mean my grade?” My old body said, leaning across the desk and pulling my tie so that we were face to face.

“I’ve had my fun in you.” I said, changing the grade and then kissing him, sending me back to my body which was sore after the pounding I just gave it. Dr. Starkey, back in his original body, was passed out and wouldn’t remember anything other than what I let him remember. Why would he need it? Plus, I got my grade.

And an embarrassing photo of him.