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