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