are hard. We still have another half hour left, and I have another hard
,” Mr. Studman
I stood staring at his huge cock, my knees grew weak. I k between
manly smells.
“Well, Andy, are you beginning to uand these equations any
chair away from his desk, revealing his big thick cod balls. They
Mr. Studman smiled down at me. He released his grip on his cock,
hand under his desk, but wasn’t sure what he was doing. I tried to
explain a few equations to me. I noticed he occasionally slid his right
and it slapped back against his tie and dress shirt, splattering precum.
I pulled my chair up tight o Mr. Studman and he began to
I stretched his fly open wider. Thick swirls of gray cock hair framed
“You see, Andy, the faculty at this school prides itself on giving our
“That’s OK, Andy. We’ll try again on Thursday. I know these lessons
ig.
his horniness. His manly musk filled my nostrils. I grabbed the base
instructed as he looked up at me.
better?”
mancock. I grabbed the bulge growing in my pants, as I sniffed his
lesson I’d like to teach you.” Mr. Studman said as he rolled his office
is our philosophy not only to teach academics, but also to teach our
socially and intimately. I feel these are lessons you o learn,” Mr.
most promising students, like yourself, a well-rounded education. It
Studman explained as he leaned ba his chair, spread his legs, and
of his veiny shaft and placed my wet lips around his bulging, oozing
best students how to hahemselves in all the different situations
my teacher’s legs. I leaned forward and took a deep whiff of my first
they may find themselves in with other men ― in life, in business,
stroked his cock to full staff. “Shall we get started?”
“Uh … sort of, Mr. Studman.”
hung heavily, framed by the dark blue fabric of his dress pants.