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