The Professor, TAPE #3: Close Study
Work has kept dad busy lately. His students are lucky; imagine having a professor as sexy as Professor Snow! I’m lucky too—even in typical professor garb and glasses, his shaved head and sharp features give him a powerful, masculine edge. I’m sure he’s given rise to any horny student’s “hot professor” fantasy.
One late night on my way to get a glass of water, I stumbled upon him in his study. He wasn’t working at all, at least not on school work—he was stroking himself. It was impressive even when it was flaccid. But watching him here tonight and seeing it in its full glory, fully engorged, was something else altogether. I was utterly mesmerized.
I had to wonder what had made him so worked up. Was it just the stress from work? Who was he thinking of? Was it me? Was it a student? Suddenly though, he caught me. He snapped off something about boundaries, but made little attempt to hide his cock from me. It wobbled back and forth as he admonished me. I couldn’t just ignore it; I let him know that I was impressed. He was quick to cave. His boy might be pervy, but, well… so was he.
