My Former English Professor Gives Me Private Lessons In His Office, And I Show Him Just How Well I Can Handle His… Curriculum.

It hit him like a truck. Sam read his mind, and reached down to unbutton his jeans. Porn “Please, yes. More losses than wins in, what, two seasons, Coach?”
“Three.” Coach had allowed Jake to lead. He’d asked for a quick BJ before the two of them left for school, which she’d agreed to, under the condition that it was indeed, “quick”. He didn’t really look like one, except for… “Jake, I–” Sam stuttered. Tired? He had thrown his shirt into his locker, and was fumbling to pull out his workout shirt, when–
“Jake?”
He froze. He often thought of himself as a sex machine, as if he were created in a lab just to get laid. There were all kinds of sounds coming from around them. And then, Jake fell to his knees, and buried his face in Sam’s ass. “Coach, what the hell?”
“I was just… “I don’t think we met officially.