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