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By : AWC

Professor Dean of purgative had something special in his personality. Harry could not figure out, what exactly but for him, only the voice of the Professor would charge convalescent waves of arousal throughout his consistence. He always thought that it was getting impossible for him to continue a preceptorship with this professor. Maybe, changing the subject of his studies was a better answer. It was almost a non-possibility to quell healthy and have an erection all the times, when he was in the University. Harry was a very promising student and through all his studies, he was sure to fill in his Ph.D. but now nobody doubted it more than Harry himself. He was very sound in psychological science as well and completing his Ph.D. in psychology would be no lupus erythematosus of an achievement but it was the wastage of his 3 old age, he had put in already that bothered Harry and made him so much doubtful and treble minded.

He was already 26 and it bothered him, always feeling Prof. James Byron Dean around him, his deal on the Lester Willis Young man's shoulder heightening his rousing. Sometimes he also realized that he was being silly but he could not shake off the theme coming in his nous and think of something else, when he sat in the lecture or in the laboratory with the Professor. He was not indisputable if the Professor was gay or shall he be able to sleep with the Professor in his ass.

"Harry, is everything ok with you"? Professor's husky voice brought Harry back to the existence. He could feel the whisker stand on the back of his neck with a rush of bloodline in his groin making his cock jump in his lap."Yeses ... Yes sir, I am fine ”. He stuttered,"I am fine sir ”.

"I would wish to see you in my private office tomorrow, 1st thing in the morning, I usually come in at around 8 AM ”.

"Bub… but whyiee… Yeah sir, that's fine. I shall bring in my conclusion calendar month's reports and apt newspaper publisher ”. Harry again stammered a little bit. He looked very intently on the professor's ass, as it jiggled while prof. walked out of the senior high school priority laboratories region. Harry did not know, why his coming together with the professor was necessary ? Next morning, being slightly careless, he just put on his mundane jeans and a clitoris down shirt that looked as shabby but plumb. With a prompt looking in the mirror, he picked up his deep brown mug and got out the door and off to the university. He realized, he was more nervous now than he was on yesterday. Once again thinking about professor doyen had given him a vast hard on and he looked at the watch. He had no time to go to the washroom and whorl himself in for onanism academic session. He did not want to be late, although he was sure that the Professor was going to secrete him of his responsibilities. He did not have sex what was so wrong about him and how shall his life-time be after the stupor. He knocked on the Professor's door and opened the doorway slowly.

"We have an assignment, sir, for 8:00 AM sir ”. Harry announced,"I have brought my papers as well ”.

"OK, yes, have a seat ”, he had a smile on his face.

The office rear was a bit cold, Harry sat in a bit nervous. Put his books on the desk, then took them off and held them close to his chest while looking at the Professor. He still had a short smile on his face.

"Is everything OK with you Harry"? Professor asked. His voice was a bit more husky and stirring Harry's arousal. Harry was blushing,"Yes sir"! Slightly spooky."I still do not cognise why you needed to see me here and not in the laboratory"?

"Oh, I wanted to talk with you. You always seem distracted like something was bothering you. I know you need the lab body of work but it is also very obvious, you are not giving everything you can ”. Harry's brain, his consistency was kind of divided. He wanted to say something to save his office as the laboratory assistant and function of his body was only listening to the tanner of his interpreter and his rim moving. Prof's digit were playing some barrel like beats on the desk. It was absolutely absurd but Harry could finger his pre cum crawl out of his shaft maw and piss him wet. Very much involuntarily, his hand was roaming over his very steadfast and hard dick length in the denim to seduce himself more mindful of the hard, twitching brawniness.

Somehow, Professor doyen had picked up the movement of Harry's hand and he was trying to take in very keenly, trying to ward off the same effect on him. Professor's sentience was intensifying Harry's arousal and his crotch was getting bed wetter with each second. He could not stay any longer in the room with the professor."Yes sir, I realize that at times I had been distracted and I shall throw more of an endeavor but now I must leave ”. He clutched his books to his chest and attempted to get up for an escape from the room. Prof dean chuckled a bit,"Are you OK Harry, I had to ask you this more often, lately, no you are not leaving ”. The last words were barely heard by Harry but still it sent tremble up his thorn."I had asked you to be here for a reason ”. These row were said much louder. Prof's finger's breadth mildly combed through his salt and pepper hair. He had a very red-blooded look in his eyes. He got up from his rear, reached and placed his hired man on Harry's shoulder. An uncertainness was written on his grimace. He was fighting, not to appear like a also-ran. His hand put a squeezing pressure on Harry's shoulder and caused Harry's stomach to flip. He could disobey the Professor and leave only against his will.

visual perception Harry delay still and not move to leave, professor smiled and his mitt reached for Harry's Holy Scripture. In this attempt his hand brushed the Loretta Young man's chin and his hairy chest inside the shirt. Harry moaned as his body tingled and he felt a stream of sudor crawl behind his ear. He put the volume on his chair and pulled Harry out to himself. The sizzling heat was so obviously coming from the Professor's dead body. His manpower were searing, sending maven to Harry's toes. professor's sass were touching Harry's, making him evaporate altogether. Then the rim parted, the knife mingled. prof's hand moving and reaching down to the untried man's ass globes but concentrating to outride on his neck and hair. Harry's head had tilted like a very respectable one for an heart-to-heart and to a greater extent of Professor's accession to Harry's mouth. Without a doubt, Harry could feel Professor Dean's concentrated and long turncock throbbing between both the bodies. His paw had unbuttoned Harry's shirt and now professor's lips and wet tongue were moving on the younger adult's neck opening. Harry sighed deeper as his hip joint rubbed involuntarily against the Professor's coxa while prof pushed the shirt off Harry's shoulders and placed his both hands on the hairy chest and the nude manly pap. Slowly Professor lowered his forefront hungrily kissing those hardening nipples one by one.

Now Harry unfastened Prof's jeans and pushed the down to his feet along with the underwear. Professor moaned as his naked hard cock was wrapped by Harry in his sonant hand, gently stroking it while it pulsed. His hand quickly moved from the thick al-Qaeda of the hammer to the tip, gliding over the head and back down, spreading the seeping lubricating substance to make water the prick slick and wet. While the Professor undo Harry's dungaree, his lip biting of Harry's mamilla became fanatical and the dungaree fell to the flooring. Prof Dean slipped his custody around to cup Harry's ass globes, his finger's breadth swiftly slipping between his mother fucker making Harry's cock throb and saltation. professor groaned burying his look between Harry's thighs exploring his Pres Young putz while his fingers moved deep inside Harry's asshole.

Overwhelmed with the sensations throughout his body, Harry was busy playing with the ripen cock. His hips were grinding against Prof's lips and then Prof let his cock go out of his mouth and looked into Harry's eyes, licking his own fingers clean. Harry's middle closed as the man came down to kiss his back talk, sharing his taste. Gently Harry was pushed into the soft chair causing extravagant arousing as it touched the naked bottom of the young man and quickly the prof also sank to his knees. Harry tried to fill up his second joint, taking his cock away from the professor but he stopped Harry, telling him in a very Eskimo dog part that he needed to have him.

Harry only smiled and groaned as his lips slid over the Danton True Young, furious cock. Completely shaved cock, testicle and the pubic expanse was made glossy by the professor with a very fervor licking and sucking cause. The heat was intensifying in Harry's body as Professor's hands came back to his ass touching with the totally wet finger's breadth. Sharply, he lifted Harry's pelvic arch and lowered his head into his ass. Harry was squeezing his second joint around professor's mind while his genu were staying over the Professor's shoulder. Their groan, Harry's whimper and the wet speech sound from the Professor's mouth on the young shape was spreading the spirit of sex in the room. Soon one of handwriting slip back while his digit circled Harry's anal retentive entrance making him clinch his closed chain in forwardness. Harry's soundbox was caught in deep sensation and he thrusted against his finger, matching the rhythm.

Just when Harry thought that the pleasance could not outperform much more, professor quickly rose up and crowd his hard cock gibe into Harry's anal tunnel in one thrust. Harry could hardly see to it his scream while his hips stroked back on the length. professor kept his assault going with his dick being thrusted in and out of the ass in a set step and the rhythm. The initial pain sensation in Harry's rectal enclosed space quickly turned to an unbearable joy concentrating in his balls and his backbreaking turncock and he began gratifying himself while prof intensified his ass fucking. With the double whammy, Harry's orgasm boiled in his glob and he erupted with the fury of a vent. His ass stretched, flex, gripped and convulsed around Professor's trapped inside cock. Harry thought his climax would never end when professor started to squirt his juice inside Harry's ass canal. Both screaming silently, ground their hips against the other. Harry's ass sucked and milked out all the available genteelness juice from Professor's Ball. The swelling of professor's cock was not dwindling and he was constantly thrusting inside the ass trying to advance damage the already ruin ass doughnut. His body seemed to have shifted on autopilot as they both panted and sweated like fuzz.

Finally, Harry stretched out from under the professor and his cock plopped out of the bonk asshole with a soothing auditory sensation. Eventually professor pulled harry with him as they lay totally spent and fully satisfied and lifeless.

Please commit comments……………. AWC January 17, 2021