Harry Johnson, 62yo College Professor Grading Papers on his Laptop

Harry Johnson is tired from all the grading he's been doing on his old laptop, but he was almost done with the essays so he gritted his teeth and bared with it; he can practically feel the salt-and-pepper hair on his head, face, and body turn more white from the stress. Though it's actually pretty easy for him to get through the list, since it's clear from the first pages of all these assignments that most of his lecture students didn't understand the material. For almost each one, he can tell most of it is plagiarized the work of another person in their friend/study group (since he knew who was in what clique).

What he hates the most of the students who try to get a rise out of him by spelling his name as 'Hairy' in the header. "It's ultimately on them for sabotaging their grades for a bad practical joke, but goddammit, I should've just taken my ex-wife's surname."

Late into the night, Harry gets to the last paper, written by the student he knows the least about: a 21 yo stoner named Kris Zaidi, who shows up to his class high as fuck. He opens the file, but the moment he does his computer's vents immediately start spewing out smoke... He tries to shut off the laptop but it doesn't respond. Eventually, the machine stops blowing out so much haze (but is still smoking), and Harry tries to ventilate his apartment. However, as he tries to open a window... he stops and realizes it now smells really nice... and very familiar... like something he used to do in the 80s... Old memories flood back to replace the new ones as he strokes his face and feels his bushy beard and mustache...

Harry then starts giggling for no reason. He's starting to limber up and relax, unbuttoning the work button-up he hadn't changed out of since he doesn't have anyone in his life to impress by taking off his musky, sweat-stained shirts when he gets home. He sticks his nose into his pit, taking a long sniff of his heady body odor... His cock stirs in reaction to this...

Then he remembers the last paper, sits at his desk, and gets another whiff of smoke from the computer... He knows this normally wouldn't be safe, but for some reason, he knows This Smoke is different... He gets so distracted by the intoxicating scent that he forgets the title of the essay he's grading... or what subject he is even the professor for...