As Professor Scott walked out of the English building he was feeling pretty confident. His class this year was filled with the same types of uninterested freshmen but he had had a few really good responses from a couple of the students. He liked that.
As he walked, Professor Scott felt his hand groping the football sized bulge of his massive thong. Only two classes in and he knew it was going to be a good year.
As he walked across the clearing toward the library, he spotted one of his former students kneeling on the pavement. On closer inspection he could see it was Tom.
Professor Scott had assumed that Tom would have been one of the least attentive students in his class but Tom had done the reading and the work. The football star had been a good addition to his class in his freshman year and he had even gone on to take an elective from him. That was more than most kinesiology majors thought about English.
Prof. Scott walked up to him and said, “How’s the off-season this year?”
Tom just groaned leaned back and moaned, “I’m so dirty.”
Two things hit Professor Scott. He realized Tom was wanking and that a powerful, disgusting odor was wafting off of him. He recoiled in his mind a little.
“Well, I guess your keeping busy!” He said cheerfully not taking a step back from the young man.
Tom had sidled up to the professors exposed feet and began to sniff and smell them.
Tom looked up and he was eye level with the professors balls. He said, “I’ll suck you for some change.”
Professor Scott hadn’t expected this. He was disgusted by the young man.
Instead of telling him where he could go, he just cheerily gestured to his thong and said, “Sorry I don’t carry change.”