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STUDYING  WITH  PROFESSOR

        We eventually settled in cushy chairs, in my study, which seemed a nice middle ground between my official and formal office and the more personal rooms of my home.

        “You ever play ball, Professor?”

        “Yeah. Way back in the day. Football, soccer, rugby, wrestling. Anything rugged and full contact.” He clearly liked that, as he nodded.

        “Yeah. Me, too.”

        We exchanged more questions and discussed “smart stuff” and stories relevent and more kid friendly than most classes tend to be. I told TE he didn’t have to sit and could walk about, as we worked; so, he’d been strolling about the room but now stopped tossing the toy foam football he had.

        He was staring at me, well, at my crotch.

        I put my notes aside and was silent; eventually, he noticed the silence.

        “Um, I didn’t get that one.”

        “I didn’t ask a question. Is there something you want to ask me?”

        “Um, yeah. Can I?”

        “Shoot.”

        He sat, glanced at my face then stared back at my crotch.

        I know how to handle my silent, strong types; but, I . . . we were on the school grounds, even if it was the start of a long weekend, and my usual play­mates were off to play sweet child with their moms and dads.

        “What’s your question, TE?”

        “Is it true, sir? They, um, Ty and . . . . That you’re hung like a fucking Clydesdale and—.”

        “More like a Shire.” He frowned; Shire’s don’t do sentimental or amus­ing beer commercials online. So, I explained. “Bigger. Well, biggest. If you’re talking all over horse meat.”

        His mouth made a silent, Wow!

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        I undid my belt and top pants button, then made a gesture that implied he could have at it, if he wished, and see or touch whatever he—.

        The greedy fucker scratched my belly as he quickly undid my pants and reached in, his big hand finding . . . .

        He said exactly what I thought he was feeling.

        “Christmas.”

        He pulled out all the length and thickness anyone could possibly want. And I could see it clear in his eyes; it was more than he’d imagined and . . . he wanted it. Now.

SUCKING  PROFESSOR'S  COCK

        I caressed his bristly cheek, coaxing his head down and the whore, who wasn’t “gay,” “bisexual,” or “down low” rapped his masculine, greedy lips around the biggest thing he’d ever had in his mouth.

        Unless, of course, he had actually sucked a Shire’s cock.

        “Mmmm,” he moaned.

        “You like that, TE?”

         He nodded happily, mouth filled wide with hardening, lengthening, hot meat. I’d known we’d end up here, the moment Bliss Tanner had said what “young man” had needed me. “Win him over, teach him,” and remold the boy.

        I’d already known more about him than she had, that he loved it hard and thick and maybe even a tad humiliating.

        Pardon the sexist expression; but, he was a girl about it.

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PROFESSOR  FUCKS  A  TIGHT  END

        I told him to stand in the hallway, it was a deadzone as far as any win­dows were concerned, and I like how all the sounds of sex reverberate. Mo­ments later, I was back, naked, with two towels on my shoulder.

        He liked that; his gazed eating me and heating me up, as I squirted lube into his hands and let him cover my cock.

        I touched his warm raspberry red lips, to see if he were receptive; he sucked on my finger and gnawed the tip a bit.

        All right. That’s a “yes.”

        I kissed him. Tongues met, while beefy hands massaged and pulled cocks like taffy; his on mine, mine on his. He had enough cock, enough to do the job for male or female; but, what he really wanted, I’d seen in him before and gave to him, now, as I suddenly seized him and forced him around; his eyes wide and expectant.

        “Ah.” When he gasped, that’s when I noticed he’d been holding his breath. I get that a lot, really, I do.

        What delectable buttocks; strongly developed, muscles dimpling. Yes, I’d seen them before, as he’d been giving himself to the younger Ty. They were mine now. I fingered his hole and watched it twitch and tighten. Ah, not such a whore as yet, gaping wide open at every touch.

        That made me think of someone else, as I parted him in half and filled his cock warmer with lube, reached around and handled some onto his cock, then had him wipe his hands on a towel.

        “Palms on the wall. Assume the position.”

        He dropped the towel and like a good felon, he now looked ready for a cop to pat him down; instead, his professor nosed at his shit hole with a cockhead the size of a fist.

        I parked there for a while, as I wiped my hands on my own towel. The boy was breathing hard and I felt his anus opening, trying to grasp me. It felt like little kisses.

        He was aggressive as hell on the field but with a cock at the entrance to his ass. . . .

        I seized him by the hips . . . .

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