Chapter 44

"Uh.. whoops. Sorry, uh Mr. Stanford. I forgot I had moved it yesterday." I turn around, and am stunned to see Mr. Stanford blocking the doorway, rubbing his hand over the outline of his d*ck through his thin shorts. Shocked, I stare for a few moments too long. But it was too much -- I was unable to look away. I could see it growing bigger as he continued to rub the outline. But I knew it wasn't fully hard because of how he flopped it -- which surprised me because it was already the length of mine and maybe thicker. Myself, I am a solid 6" so I was surprised to see how big his was getting. "Uh, Mr. Stanford. What are you doing??.." "Don't worry Chris. I know why you really invited me in. Don't think I didn't purposely rub my c*ck against your soft a*s. And you know I felt you push back on me. Just admit it." Unsure of what to do, I denied "Whoa Mr. Stanford. I don't know what the heck you're talking about" "Oh is that so Chris. Hm. I know that smell" he says as he takes a whiff of the