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