Keeping Professor Fag off-guard
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Professor Fag loved my dick. He wouldn’t just give me a blow job. He would make love to my cock: long, drawn out sessions where the fag would lick and suckle on my tool for what seemed like hours before he would finally engulf it in one motion, with his nose instantly in my pubes and his throat spasming in ecstasy. Fuck! The dude worshiped my cock. “Love” is not a strong enough word. And as much as he loved to be skull-fucked, he loved to be ass-fucked even more.
And the bitch was ALWAYS willing and anxious. If a chick wouldn’t put out, or was a lousy fuck, I’d call Professor Fag after I dropped the cunt off at her sorority house or wherever and tell him I was coming over. Professor Fag always said “sure, great.” and never said “no.”
And I quickly learned that as much fun as it was to fuck him, it was even more fun to fuck WITH him; to fuck him up. This is consistent with my underlying philosophy that you always should keep a fag off guard. A man never lets a fag get too comfortable.
So, I started calling him at odd hours telling him to get ready for me. 3:00am sometimes. Sometimes I would text him and tell him to meet me in his office after his 10:00am Econ seminar. Sometimes I would call him and tell him I was coming over and then not show up for hours. Sometime I would call the bitch and tell him I was on my way, and then walk into his house 30 seconds later.
The fag never knew when I was gonna show up. But the fag never said no, and never was not ready, willing and anxious for my dick. Just the way a fag should be.
