This story takes place when I was in my second year of University. I was struggling with some of my course work, partly due to partying and partly due to boredom with education. My tutor, Mr Halfpenny, had call me to his office to go over some of my work and to try and help me get back on track. Mr Halfpenny was one if the better tutors and always willing to give up his time, I guess I now know why. I'd say he was mid-forties and I know he was married, but I don't think he had kids. I'm only guessing as when I went into his office he had a picture of, who I assume was his wife, on his desk but that was about it.
I arrived at his office about 5pm one afternoon whilst everyone else was making their way back to their digs. I knocked on the door.
"Come in," he said and I made my way into the office. I'd never really seen him in casuals before, but he was wearing a tight t-shirt with jogging bottoms and had wet hair. He noticed my look of surprise.
"Just been out for a run and had a shower," he said reading my thoughts. "Take a seat."
I sat on a chair opposite his desk and he proceeded to go through some of my course work and give me some very helpful tips on how I could get back on track. My parents had invested a lot of time and money to get me through Uni and I had no intention of letting them down. After about an hour and a half we had worked through a plan and I promised him I was ready to knuckle down and would get back on track. Mr Halfpenny stood up to shake my hand and I couldn't help but notice as he did so that his cock was swinging about in his joggers. Clearly he wasn't wearing any underwear which seemed a bit weird. I'm not entirely sure how long I was gawping, or even why I was gawping as I had no interest in other men.
"Something the matter?" he asked, clearly aware of what I was looking at.
"What?" I stammered, knowing I'd been caught out, "Er, no everything is fine."
Damn I was completely flustered and knew I'd gone bright red. What was wrong with me?
"Come round here, I want to show you something," he said. Part of me assumed this was going to be something to do with my work, but another part suspected and secretly hoped that it was something else completely, I walked around to the other side of desk as he sat back in his chair. Mr Halfpenny was smiling and I knew why. My cock was solid in my jeans, he knew it and I knew he knew it. He pointed at the picture of his wife that was on his desk. He wanted to show me that?
"What do you think?" he asked.
I had no idea what to say. I wasn't really into older women but she looked good for her age.
"Erm, very nice," I muttered.
"I think so too. Would you like to fuck her?" he asked smiling at me.
"What?"
