Tony had thought it was so wild running into his old teacher at the grocery store; he hadn’t seen Mr. Goetz since he had dropped out of school. Now he was a hustler and his old teach seemed interested in his services. Easy money just to be sucked off, right? He wasn’t expecting Mr. Goetz to have such strange taste in music, but at least it was very relaxing. It was so easy to feel all his blood pumping into his penis as he began to forget about everything else.
Wait, what was he doing there? He couldn’t remember as he truly was forgetting.
It didn’t matter. All he had to do right now was stare at Mr. Goetz’ cock. Dropouts like him shouldn’t think for themselves. They should let their teacher think for them. Just need to obey teach. Thinking was hard. His dick was hard. Might as well think with his dick. Teach is who made his dick hard. Might as well think what Teach says to think. His expression grew increasingly blank as his dick increasingly throbbed.
