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By : AWC

prof dean of natural philosophy had something special in his personality. Harry could not figure out, what exactly but for him, only the voice of the professor would send recovering moving ridge of arousal throughout his body. He always thought that it was getting impossible for him to proceed a preceptorship with this professor. Maybe, changing the subject of his studies was a better answer. It was almost a non-possibility to stay healthy and have an erecting all the metre, when he was in the University. Harry was a very bright student and through all his written report, he was sure to complete his Ph.D. but now nobody doubted it more than Harry himself. He was very dependable in psychological science as well and completing his Ph.D. in psychology would be no less of an accomplishment but it was the wastage of his 3 years, he had put in already that bothered Harry and made him so much doubtful and double minded.

He was already 26 and it bothered him, always feeling Prof. Dean around him, his mitt on the untried man's articulatio humeri heightening his arousal. Sometimes he also realized that he was being silly but he could not excite the ideas coming in his mind and think of something else, when he sat in the lecture or in the laboratory with the prof. He was not for certain if the prof was gay or shall he be capable to fuck the Professor in his ass.

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

"I would like to see you in my private role tomorrow, commencement thing in the forenoon, I usually come in at around 8 AM ”.

"Bub… but whyiee… Yeah sir, that's ok. I shall bring in my lastly month's written report and pertinent document ”. Harry again stammered a picayune bit. He looked very intently on the professor's ass, as it jiggled while prof. walked out of the high antecedence testing ground orbit. Harry did not live, why his meeting with the professor was necessary ? Next sunup, being slightly careless, he just put on his everyday jeans and a button down shirt that looked as shabby but clean. With a quick flavor in the mirror, he picked up his umber mug and got out the door and off to the university. He realized, he was more skittish now than he was on yesterday. Once again thinking about Professor Dean had given him a huge hard on and he looked at the watch. He had no clock time to go to the washroom and lock himself in for masturbation session. He did not want to be late, although he was sure that the professor was going to give up him of his responsibilities. He did not know what was so untimely about him and how shall his life be after the shock. He knocked on the professor's door and opened the door slowly.

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

"OK, yes, have a seat ”, he had a grinning on his fount.

The business office posterior was a bit cold, Harry sat in a bit neural. Put his books on the desk, then took them off and held them close to his bureau while looking at the Professor. He still had a slight smile on his cheek.

"Is everything OK with you Harry"? Professor asked. His voice was a bit more than strapping and stirring Harry's arousal. Harry was blushing,"Yes sir"! Slightly nervous."I still do not know 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 study but it is also very obvious, you are not giving everything you can ”. Harry's brain, his consistence was kind of divided. He wanted to say something to carry through his position as the laboratory assistant and part of his torso was only listening to the tanner of his vocalism and his lips moving. professor's digit were playing some drum like beats on the desk. It was absolutely absurd but Harry could finger his pre cum crawl out of his cock cakehole and prepare him wet. Very much involuntarily, his manus was roaming over his very pixilated and difficult cock length in the jeans to constitute himself more mindful of the hard, twitching muscleman.

Somehow, Professor Dean had picked up the apparent movement of Harry's hand and he was trying to check very keenly, trying to avoid the Lapplander effect on him. prof's awareness was intensifying Harry's arousal and his crotch was getting wetter with each second. He could not appease any longer in the room with the professor."Yes sir, I realize that at times I had been distracted and I shall make more of an effort but now I must go out ”. He clutched his Holy Scripture to his chest and attempted to get up for an escape from the room. Prof doyen chuckled a bit,"Are you OK Harry, I had to ask you this more often, lately, no you are not leaving ”. The conclusion words were barely heard by Harry but still it sent shivers up his backbone."I had asked you to be here for a reason ”. These Holy Scripture were said much louder. Prof's finger's breadth mildly combed through his Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and pepper hair. He had a very lusty look in his optic. He got up from his tush, reached and placed his deal on Harry's shoulder. An incertitude was written on his case. He was fighting, not to look like a nonstarter. His hand put a squeezing pressure on Harry's shoulder joint and caused Harry's stomach to flip. He could disobey the professor and leave only against his will.

eyesight Harry stay still and not move to bequeath, Professor smiled and his script reached for Harry's books. In this try his hand brushed the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man's chin and his hairy thorax inside the shirt. Harry moaned as his body tingled and he felt a stream of sweat front crawl behind his ear. He put the books on his chair and pulled Harry out to himself. The sizzling heat was so obviously coming from the professor's body. His men were searing, sending sensations to Harry's toes. Professor's lips were touching Harry's, making him mellow altogether. Then the lips parted, the tongues mingled. professor's hand moving and reaching down to the untested man's ass earth but concentrating to stay on his neck and hair. Harry's head had tilted like a very respectable one for an open air and Thomas More of prof's admittance to Harry's lip. Without a dubiety, Harry could feel Professor dean's hard and tenacious cock throbbing between both the torso. His manus had unbuttoned Harry's shirt and now professor's lips and wet knife were moving on the younger adult's cervix. Harry sighed deeper as his hip rubbed involuntarily against the professor's pelvis while professor pushed the shirt off Harry's shoulder and placed his both hired hand on the hairy chest of drawers and the naked manlike mamilla. Slowly Professor lowered his head hungrily kissing those hardening nipple one by one.

Now Harry unfastened professor's blue jean and pushed the down to his feet along with the underwear. professor moaned as his naked hard cock was wrapped by Harry in his soft manus, gently stroking it while it pulsed. His hand quickly moved from the chummy base of the cock to the tip, gliding over the caput and back down, spreading the seeping lube to make the cock slick and wet. While the Professor undid Harry's jeans, his lip biting of Harry's mammilla became overzealous and the denim fell to the story. Prof James Dean slipped his mitt around to cup Harry's ass globes, his fingers swiftly slipping between his asshole fashioning Harry's peter throbbing and startle. prof groaned burying his face between Harry's thighs exploring his young cock while his digit moved recondite inside Harry's asshole.

Overwhelmed with the ace throughout his body, Harry was busy playing with the full-blown hammer. His hip joint were grinding against professor's lips and then Prof let his shaft go out of his mouth and looked into Harry's center, licking his own fingers clean. Harry's eyes closed as the man came down to kiss his lips, sharing his taste. Gently Harry was pushed into the soft death chair causing excessive arousing as it touched the defenseless bottom of the young man and quickly the prof also sank to his knee. Harry tried to close his second joint, taking his cock away from the Professor but he stopped Harry, telling him in a very husky voice that he needed to have him.

Harry only smiled and groaned as his sass slid over the young, furious shaft. Completely shave turncock, ballock and the pubic area was made slip by the professor with a very excitation licking and sucking effort. The oestrus was intensifying in Harry's torso as Professor's script came back to his ass touching with the totally wet fingerbreadth. Sharply, he lifted Harry's hips and lowered his head into his ass. Harry was squeezing his second joint around Professor's straits while his stifle were staying over the professor's shoulder joint. Their groan, Harry's whimpers and the wet sounds from the prof's rima oris on the young human body was spreading the olfactory property of sex in the way. Soon one of workforce slide back while his finger circled Harry's anal entrance making him clench his ring in readiness. Harry's torso was caught in deep sensation and he thrusted against his finger's breadth, matching the rhythm.

Just when Harry thought that the pleasure could not exceed much more, Professor quickly rose up and force his hard cock shaft into Harry's anal burrow in one thrust. Harry could hardly moderate his scream while his rose hip stroked back on the length. Professor kept his assault going with his cock being thrusted in and out of the ass in a set stride and the regular recurrence. The initial pain in Harry's rectal cavity quickly turned to an unbearable joy concentrating in his Lucille Ball and his hard dick and he began gratifying himself while Professor intensified his ass ass. With the double jinx, Harry's orgasm boiled in his balls and he erupted with the Erinyes of a vent. His ass stretched, flexed, gripped and convulsed around Professor's trapped inside hammer. Harry thought his culmination would never end when prof started to squirt his succus inside Harry's ass canal. Both screaming silently, ground their pelvic girdle against the former. Harry's ass sucked and milked out all the useable breeding juice from Professor's balls. The swelling of prof's turncock was not dwindling and he was constantly thrusting inside the ass trying to further damage the already destruct ass ring. His consistency seemed to have shifted on autopilot as they both panted and sweated like hog.

Finally, Harry stretched out from under the Professor and his cock plopped out of the bashed asshole with a soothing sound. Eventually Professor pulled harry with him as they lay totally washed-out and fully satisfied and lifeless.

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