*The next day - Class
Class was the usual. Professor Nguyen droning about post-colonial lit, projector flickering, twenty-three of us half-asleep in tiered seats. I sat in the back row like always.
Nerdy boy Evan, sat one seat over, same hoodie he wore every day, same notebook full of neat handwriting, nervous little glances he thought I didn’t notice.
I did
I’d noticed him since week one. Not like the frat guys who’d slide into my DMs with dick pics or the jocks who thought a wink would get them in my pants.
Evan never said more than “hey” when we passed handouts. Never stared too long, never pushed.
He just… looked,, Shy, yh that's the word. Hungry in that quiet, bottled-up way virgins sometimes are.
It made my skin tingle in a different way. Made me want to crack him open and see how loud he could actually get when he stopped caring
Today I was restless. Still sore from Sam. I needed something reckless. Something that felt like control again.
I shifted in his seat.
Let my knee bump his under the long desk.
He looked at me, then shyly looked back to his notes.
I smiled to myself and leaned over like I was reaching for my pen, but my hand landed on his thigh instead.
High enough that my pinky grazed the seam of his jeans.
He sucked in a breath -- barely audible.
I squeezed
His pen stopped moving now
Slowly, I slid my hand higher. Found the outline of him through the denim. Already half-hard. Shy guys always get hard quick
I palmed him fully. Slow circles with my palm.
Evan’s hand shot under the desk and grabbed my wrist. “Riley—” he hissed, voice cracking.
I squeezed harder now, then heaned closer so only he could hear. “Shh. You want the whole class to know you’re getting jerked off in the back row?”
He let go, face already red. Eyes darted to Nguyen, then the other students. Nobody was looking. Good
I rubbed him again,firmer this time. Felt him thicken under my fingers, the zipper straining.
He bit his lip so hard and manage to say “Someone’s gonna see.”
“Then be quiet,” I murmured, thumb pressing right over the head through the fabric.
He whimpered; tiny, desperate sound he tried to swallow.
I dragged my nails lightly down the length. He jerked in the seat.
The desk rattling by every squeeze
Nguyen paused mid-sentence. The looked our way.
Evan went rigid, but me I kept my face blank, hand still on him, not moving.
Professor went back to the slide.
I unzipped him.
Slowly
But the sound was tiny but felt deafening in my ears.
Evan’s eyes went huge. “Riley fuck....stop-”
I slipped my hand inside irrespective of his words. Skin on skin now,
Hot thick cock, really huge. Surprised me
He gasped
I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked - slowly and sloppy
His head dropped forward like he’d been punched, hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard
I leaned over like I was checking my notes, but my mouth close to his ear.
“You’re so hard for me Evan” I whispered. “Bet you’ve jerked off thinking about this.”
He nodded
I then sped up. Tight grip now, my thumb swiping over the slit at every upstroke.
He was leaking so much my palm went slick.
He was shaking now. Breathing in short, quiet bursts. Trying so hard not to make noise.
I felt him throb. That only means he was close.
Then Nguyen called on someone in the front row.
I stopped.
Hand still wrapped around him, but froze
My thumb still rolling round the tip of his dick
Evan let out the tiniest whine - barely a breath.
I waited -- Ten seconds, then twenty.
Nguyen kept talking. So I continued stroking, slow this time. Teasing and edging my weird course-mate
His hips twitched up involuntarily
I squeezed the base hard. “Don’t you dare come yet.”
He whimpered again, eyes glassy and desperate.
I sped up now - faster, tighter. My thumb working the head relentlessly.
His breathing turned ragged as his chest began rising and falling, fast.
I leaned in.
My lips brushing his ear. “Come for me. Right here and right now. Don’t dare make a sound.”
He did as I instructed
Suddenly, his body went stiff as his Cock pulsed hard in my fist.
Hot spurts coated my palm, my wrist, the inside of his jeans.
His eyes squeezed shut as he cum on me.
I milked him through it. Slowly and seducetive, until he was trembling and all spent.
Then I pulled my hand out. Wiped it on the inside of his hoodie sleeve like it was nothing.
He stared at me—dazed, wrecked, pupils blown.
I smiled.
Leaned over and whispered, “ Good boy” I said and double-tapped his chick softly
The bell rang.
I stood up and grabbed my bag, then walked out.
Left him there; panting and cum-soaked, trying to figure out how to walk without anyone noticing the wet spot spreading on his jeans.
That was non of my concern now. The thought of it make me chuckle a bit
Unto the next