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