I pulled my chair up tight o Mr. Studman and he began to
ig.
Studman explained as he leaned ba his chair, spread his legs, and
instructed as he looked up at me.
my teacher’s legs. I leaned forward and took a deep whiff of my first
and it slapped back against his tie and dress shirt, splattering precum.
are hard. We still have another half hour left, and I have another hard
,” Mr. Studman
most promising students, like yourself, a well-rounded education. It
manly smells.
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
“That’s OK, Andy. We’ll try again on Thursday. I know these lessons
hung heavily, framed by the dark blue fabric of his dress pants.
lesson I’d like to teach you.” Mr. Studman said as he rolled his office
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
Mr. Studman smiled down at me. He released his grip on his cock,
“Well, Andy, are you beginning to uand these equations any
mancock. I grabbed the bulge growing in my pants, as I sniffed his
best students how to hahemselves in all the different situations
“Uh … sort of, Mr. Studman.”
they may find themselves in with other men ― in life, in business,
“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
socially and intimately. I feel these are lessons you o learn,” Mr.
chair away from his desk, revealing his big thick cod balls. They
explain a few equations to me. I noticed he occasionally slid his right
of his veiny shaft and placed my wet lips around his bulging, oozing
better?”