Her eyes took in every detail of my naked body and my heart raced with the thrill of getting caught. Then I almost had a heart attack when I heard the...latch to the lecture hall door clank behind me. My instinct, foolish as it seemed, was to run. When I tried, I was rewarded with a face plant onto the podium floor thanks to my pants being around my ankles. The door swung open, and I had no choice but to scramble awkwardly under her small desk to avoid being seen. Aubrey stood behind the desk,. “I...I don't know”. He moves his hands and caress my leg, then moves his hand up above my shorts. I flush and don't know what to do. I don't even know if I like it. But I don't stop him. He goes on with his hand, moving it all around my leg. He wants to feel me, he squeezes it and moves up and up. His hand has now reached my crotch and I can feel it moving towards my cock. I realise I have an erection. I can feel his hand on my cock now, he moves it from top to bottom, as to check how big is. " He tenderly raised the shot glass to his lips again. "An' I'd be pleased if ye'd call me by de name m' mudder gave me; ye got t' call me James." You tell me that every time you come in the bar; it's hard to get used to. It was 'Mister O'Connor' when I was ten and sweepin' out the place for my father and you were sitting on that very same barstool." Yer d' owner now, Boy-o. Try a little harder, will ye?" That, I'll do." Kevin promised."To Old Dooley," James said and threw his head back and. Then I put on the stockings, teddy and slipped on my new panties. Nearly ready. I had bought some gear so I skinned up and thought I would smoke it before I opened the mag.Then the moment arrived. I hoped there would be pictures of hard-ons. Little did I know what I was in for. I took a deep breath and opened it up. The first page was the contents and underneath the words was a picture of two hard black cocks being wanked at each other, the helmets almost touching. Oh wow, fucking wow. Is this.