“I’m a faggot,” I replied in defeat.He let go of my hair and moved back behind his desk, sitting once again. I was still standing there, cock out, when he moved back behind his desk and sat in his chair.“Well, you might as well take care of that,” he pointed at my erect cock. Gay porn the closer I got, the more I craved the release, as if it would somehow free me from the shame—even though I knew it would only make it worse.”“Aaaaaaa,” I moaned as the first glob of hot, wet cum shot out. No problem, and thank you, I will.”“Dean Russ will be right out for you,” she said as she grabbed her purse and binders and locked the door behind her.I heard the heavy steps of Dean Russ before I could even see him. “You’re a fag, and you love dick.”I was in stunned silence.He got up and then leaned on the table near me.
