dripping cock.

“I … uh … uh … I try, Mr. Stenerson,” I stammered.

“Fine, Andy, fine,” he replied as he stepped around the desk and

pulled my pants down a me over his desk. “Let’s proceed.”

Mr. Stenerson stood behiroking his cock as Mr. Studman

grabbed my buttocks and spread my asscrack wide. I felt the coarseness

of Mr. Stenerson’s thick beard rub against my tender hole as he

licked deep to slick me up. He spanked my waiting asscrack with his

thick slab of meat. I the his cock press against my back door. He

pressed and strained against my fuckhole for a few minutes, I whimpered

and strained against his manliness, we sweated and groaned as

we tried to fuck. It wasn’t possible ― he was too big for my hole.

“Fug shit, Studman!” Mr. Stenerson cursed. “I thought this

student was ready for my class. You told me you’ve been fug him

for almost a year now. Why isn’t he primed for my lessons? I want

him in my class this fall. Go to your offid call his father to set

up a fereween Andy, his father, you, and me for Monday

at 7:00 P.M. Maybe with a little help from his father we get this

issue resolved!” Mr. Stenerson threw us out of his offid slammed

the door.

“Oh, man, is he pissed! Don’t worry Andy, we will get this resolved.

You go on home. I’ll take care of everything. Don’t say a word to

your dad. I’ll speak to him,” Mr. Studman said as he shook his head

in anguish.

On Monday, Dad and I arrived at Mr. Stenerson’s office at the

appoiime. Mr. Stenerson and Mr. Studman were waiting for us.

They both stood and shook Dad’s hand as we all sat back down. Mr.