Grading Papers - THE PROFESSOR - Gauze 2 "Bonus Tape"
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I suppose it's in the nature of a fellow to reminisce the exact moments when a choice branches his life in a different direction. That night I spent with Cole, my T.A.—that was one of those nights. That was one of those choices I otter the responsibility for.We were grading papers in my study. There was a muffle inbetween us, one that I didn't find notably uncomfortable. I would at times look over to the boy—he's a jockish sort, toned for his age and youthfull great looks—and see his concentrated expression honed in on the stack of papers in his hand. I would've never guessed there was anything else on his mind.It wasn't until ...It wasn't until he concluded that I knew how heavy the muffle had been. He stood up and walked over to me, presenting his stack of graded tests with a barely shuddering hand. Because I was seated and he was standing, I became aware of another thing that he introduced to me; at my eye level, I could see the full salute of his tight suit trousers. He was tenting. even under all those layers. It must've ached.Cole reached out to me, wanking my sleeve inbetween needy fingers. This was one of those life-altering moments where I chose poorly. He guided me to his crotch. I undid the fly, and permitted his hard bone to flop free. He was thick, far thicker than I hoped the college freshman to be, and it was a fight to fit it completely into my mouth. But that didn't stop me, of course.It didn't stop me from buttoning my own slacks, either. Because I'm a great teacher. A great one, if you ask anyone who's ever faced me. Apparently this dt was something my college girl needed, and I was more than glad to showcase Cole the decent shape one should take when swallowing as big of a bone as his.And he was always such a great student. It wasn't long until Cole was down on his knees, trying despairingly to guzzle my man-meat whole. He looked so nice and innocent, getting down on all fours before me with his head bowed. His eyes were fixed upon my cock, caked with pleasure and concentration.We had long crossed the threshold of hesitance. We were now both totally committed to the act, and were aware of nothing else around us. I pushed Cole down against the leather stool. I could aroma him, the aroma of sweat and fuckfest and enlivenment and youth. I guided my bone inbetween his cheeks, and touched it against his hole, taunting him. He moaned—a soft little whine that sent shudders through my body.I don't know if it's just because I had lusted after him for so long and didn't realize it, or if it was just a congenital answer to his body, but a confident frenzy overtook me. I pulverized that guy with a speed and fierceness I had not given anyone or anything in a very, highly long time. I pulverized him into submission. I dreamed to hear him sob out my name. I dreamed to observe his eyes spin back and his hips jerk up against my thrusts. I dreamed to make him mine.And it was that madness, and speed, and juicy tightness that his slot naturally secured my man-meat with that finally sent me over the edge. I unleashed as I perceived my whip out flush through my loins. With the vision of his flawless elastic bootie and nude back reamed out in front of me, I wanked myself off till the constriction of my ejaculation spewed all over him. I marked him with my seed, a veritable pollock painting of cum all across his broad backside.The come down from the ejaculation was harsh. I had just pulverized my teacher's aide, and I think we both knew it wasn't going to be the last time we'd do this. I fit into him completely too well, and I wanted—needed—him again, and again. For as many papers as needed to be graded, for as many semesters as I could keep him within arm's length.
I suppose it's in the nature of a fellow to reminisce the exact moments when a choice branches his life in a different direction. That night I spent with Cole, my T.A.—that was one of those nights. That was one of those choices I otter the responsibility for.We were grading papers in my study. There was a muffle inbetween us, one that I didn't find notably uncomfortable. I would at times look over to the boy—he's a jockish sort, toned for his age and youthfull great looks—and see his concentrated expression honed in on the stack of papers in his hand. I would've never guessed there was anything else on his mind.It wasn't until ...It wasn't until he concluded that I knew how heavy the muffle had been. He stood up and walked over to me, presenting his stack of graded tests with a barely shuddering hand. Because I was seated and he was standing, I became aware of another thing that he introduced to me; at my eye level, I could see the full salute of his tight suit trousers. He was tenting. even under all those layers. It must've ached.Cole reached out to me, wanking my sleeve inbetween needy fingers. This was one of those life-altering moments where I chose poorly. He guided me to his crotch. I undid the fly, and permitted his hard bone to flop free. He was thick, far thicker than I hoped the college freshman to be, and it was a fight to fit it completely into my mouth. But that didn't stop me, of course.It didn't stop me from buttoning my own slacks, either. Because I'm a great teacher. A great one, if you ask anyone who's ever faced me. Apparently this dt was something my college girl needed, and I was more than glad to showcase Cole the decent shape one should take when swallowing as big of a bone as his.And he was always such a great student. It wasn't long until Cole was down on his knees, trying despairingly to guzzle my man-meat whole. He looked so nice and innocent, getting down on all fours before me with his head bowed. His eyes were fixed upon my cock, caked with pleasure and concentration.We had long crossed the threshold of hesitance. We were now both totally committed to the act, and were aware of nothing else around us. I pushed Cole down against the leather stool. I could aroma him, the aroma of sweat and fuckfest and enlivenment and youth. I guided my bone inbetween his cheeks, and touched it against his hole, taunting him. He moaned—a soft little whine that sent shudders through my body.I don't know if it's just because I had lusted after him for so long and didn't realize it, or if it was just a congenital answer to his body, but a confident frenzy overtook me. I pulverized that guy with a speed and fierceness I had not given anyone or anything in a very, highly long time. I pulverized him into submission. I dreamed to hear him sob out my name. I dreamed to observe his eyes spin back and his hips jerk up against my thrusts. I dreamed to make him mine.And it was that madness, and speed, and juicy tightness that his slot naturally secured my man-meat with that finally sent me over the edge. I unleashed as I perceived my whip out flush through my loins. With the vision of his flawless elastic bootie and nude back reamed out in front of me, I wanked myself off till the constriction of my ejaculation spewed all over him. I marked him with my seed, a veritable pollock painting of cum all across his broad backside.The come down from the ejaculation was harsh. I had just pulverized my teacher's aide, and I think we both knew it wasn't going to be the last time we'd do this. I fit into him completely too well, and I wanted—needed—him again, and again. For as many papers as needed to be graded, for as many semesters as I could keep him within arm's length.
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