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