I sat in front of Professor O’Brien’s desk.

As he arose, I pleaded, “To stay on the football team, I've gotta pass this course. What's it gonna take?”

Without a word, he unzipped and extracted a pale cock, as big around as a High Noon hard seltzer can and nearly twice as long. At it’s base was a bush of carrot-colored pubes.

He knew what I needed and I knew the price.

I fisted his meat with both hands and directed the pink glans across my lips, tasting salty precum for the first time.