Close Study – Noah White & Adam Snow
sexy as Professor Snow! I’m lucky, too – even in typical professor’s attire and glasses, his shaved head and sharp features give him a powerful, masculine edge. I’m sure he gave rise to any horny student’s “hot teacher” fantasy.
One night, going to get a glass of water, I found him in his office. He wasn’t working at all, at least not on his school work – he was petting himself. I’ve been looking at his bulge for years and I’ve seen his beast around every corner. It was impressive even when it was limp. But watching him here tonight, and seeing him in all his glory, fully swollen, was something else entirely. I was totally mesmerized.
I had to wonder what had him so turned on. Was it just the stress of work? Who was he thinking of? Was it me? Was it a student? Suddenly, however, he had me. He said something about boundaries but made little attempt to hide his cock from me. He rocked back and forth as he warned me. I couldn’t just ignore it; I let him know that I was impressed. He was quick to relent. His son might be perverted, but, well…so was he.
I walked in and sat beside him, his tree trunk thighs framing his manhood beautifully. He told me I could touch him and I’m glad he gave me permission because I needed to touch him. The thickness and weight of it felt incredible in my hand as I stroked it. A new need arose – I wanted to taste it. My mouth was going to taste my father’s cock.
But he knew I had never done this before. I was a little meek about it. I know the general concept of a blowjob, of course, but when a beast of a stick is in front of you, it’s different. Performance anxiety sets in. Sometimes when you finally get what you want, you just don’t know what to do with it.
But I plucked up courage and opened my lips. As if it were always meant to be, my dad’s cock was in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it! It was huge and apparently got bigger and bigger in my mouth. It tasted amazing; it was salty and velvety. I choked a little as I tried to get it down as far down my throat as possible. For an absolute newbie, I wasn’t doing too badly, I thought, and Dad looked very proud of me.
To relax my jaw a bit—my dad was pretty big after all—I took off my clothes. While I did that, he petted and watched intently. I could feel my nerves going crazy, but my lust was so much more powerful. I went back to serving dad’s cock with my mouth. He stroked my arm tenderly; the mixture of affection and animalistic lust was intoxicating. Dad moaned, and after a while, he looked me in the eyes and asked me to sit on him.
I didn’t hesitate and my nerves were long gone. I jumped straight into his lap, ready to have my cherry popped. The head of his giant cock appeared, and I shuddered and moaned a little as he slowly slid across the rigid slab. But I was determined, and sooner than either of us could have imagined, he was all in.
I twisted up and down, bringing all of his flesh in and out of me. The ride got easier the more I jumped. The chair creaked as we increased our pace. He told me he was close, and something about hearing that made me get up and down even faster. It was like a switch had been flipped inside me; my body just knew what to do.
Eventually he fired his charge. I could feel his heat inside me, staining my insides and branding me in a way I’d never forget. My ass was covered in his cum, the last drops of his orgasm dripping down my cheeks and onto his thigh. I kissed him and jerked off, blowing my load into my father’s chest. He took my load from his chest and tasted it. I suppose that meant my heat was now on him as well.
