Kiss Mr. Robinson right now!

Jason smiled and looked up at Mr. Robinson.

"I think I'd like to start with you," he said, stepping in close and kissing the older man passionately. Whatever answer Mr. Robinson may have had was lost in the kiss as warm, slightly hairy arms encircled Jason's chest and a warm wet tongue sought out his own.

Warm fingers worked down his half open shirt, releasing the last few buttons and then sweaty flesh meshed together, causing Jason to moan into Mr. Robinson's mouth as he worked his fingers through the man's dark hair. His erection pulsed painfully in his shorts as he ground his crotch into...into...

And there it was. Right there through the flimsy layer of cloth. It had been responsible for gallons of cum being shot. t has been responsible for Jason lying on his back and frantically beating off 4 or 5 times a day. And it was being ground back against his own eight inches, hard and erect and huge, just as he knew it would be. Twelve inches, Jason thought muzzily as a probing tongue worked its way into his mouth. I wonder if it's twelve inches... it's certainly thick.

He pulled back, delighted to find Mr. Robinson's eyes hooded with passion, his ragged breathing matching Jason's own.

"Yes?" Mr. Robinson asked, pulling the younger man in for a long kiss.