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.