While continuing to grind into Vincent’s willing ass Tim started to nibble at his ear and kiss his neck.  Refusing to let him go he still gripped him tightly in his arms.  While the music kept playing Tim turned them around, facing the desk that Vincent had been leaning on, and turned his back to Nash, still sitting below.  He thought about banding the professor over the desk and taking him right there, but instead, simply pushed forward ever so slightly, gauging his reaction.  The whole time he was moving with Vincent he had been slowly working his hand under the teacher’s belt, and now traced his finger tips through the pubic hair surrounding the base of his very hard dick.<br/><br/>He was going to have a hard time trying to keep in control soon, he could feel it.  It had been far too long since he’d played around with another guy.  It had been too long since he’d had a good fuck with anyone for that matter.  He felt the urge quickening in his loins as he continued grinding his dick into Vincent’s ass in time with the music.  Pulling back on the man’s chest, forcing his head back towards him so that he was completely face to face with him, he shot his hand further down and grabbed hold of the teacher’s turgid cock, holding it’s firmness in his hand; letting his finger tips wrap around its girth and brush at the ball sac hanging below.  As he did so, he kissed Vincent deeply on the mouth.<br/><br/>After what seemed like minutes he broke the kiss, and inhaled deeply with his lips almost touching Vincent's...<br/><br/>Sorry, if that seemed a little brash of me, or over the line at all... I told you I never saw any benefit to dancing.  I'm that type of guy who prefers to go right after what I want.<br/>