My Sociology teacher who doubled for physical education. Oh...Yeah..... sure I looked spent atleast 30mins in class, just lecherously staring,.. squeezing and groping my hardon,...undetected by him or my peers. He had a real beauty, I wanted it, so..bad, every day. The only class I truly looked forward too. The humongous size of that mound was an addictive, sight for sore eyes "definitely my cock-craving hypnotic fix.
On account of it being a male only, single sex college, 90% of the time he lounged in his chair with muscular thighs obscenely spread apart.... not,.. to be sexually overt ' Which Damn .... it was.. but, because it was just typical masculine posturing. He had no idea that his lower body was so sensually graphic beneath the desk, which, only made it more sexual to the observer.
" incidentally he never sat this way when female staff were present. But, was definitely more casual when tutoring us.
If I could, I would choose a seat in the last row back against the wall.. From this spot everyone had to turn too speak to me and you could view the entire classroom and.. primarily, "so I could masturbate. I ripped the seam of my pocket in my baggy shorts, which allowed me too grope my dick and surreptitiously masturbate without detection.
Teachers had Modern Italian office desks, no paneling in the front or back. with aeron chairs if correctly positioned you clearly got too see everything underneath. every class was a 60 min period of cock-edging and pornographic study.. with unhindered visual access I only had to glare and drool at the big prick trapped beneath. With legs splayed apart, His big meaty cunt wrecker was all mine to ogle blatantly.
the real bonus was the ability to stare at it for long periods of time instead of the usual 3-5 second sneaky peek. afforded to avid crotch watchers like myself when he was engrossed in his work or textbook my eyes were feasting on his lewd cock mound. he was a total fag magnet very good looking shame this was before digital phones I would definitely video his schlong.
