This choice: "Rain check? Please? Pretty please?" • Go Back...Chapter #7Difficult Delay by: oldshep   Originally by: ruduen on Muscle Growth: Go Nuts Guys
You almost feel your 'little buddy' jumping at the invitation. Sam grins and slides in closer, his hands wrapping around your neck as he approaches. Your lips meet for an instant, pressed firmly to one another, sliding and working in together. That warm feeling returns, only growing in intensity as Sam wraps his arms around you, squeezing you in a tighter hug than you'd ever expect from him. If he's still feeling the warmth, he's no longer even thinking about it. All you feel is his body pressing to yours, his fingers sliding against the neck of your shirt as you hold his bare waist.
You regretfully pull him away, an almost begging look on your boyfriend's face. You glance over the clock, grumbling to yourself as you see it. Though it's tempting... Oh, so tempting... You remember just how much of a mess you made after last night. There's no way that your outfit would stay clean after another session as intense as the last one you two shared. There simply wouldn't be enough time to enjoy your time with Sam, take another shower, change your clothes again, and dash out the door.
"Rain check? Please? Pretty please?" You put on your best whining face, more than capable of matching his puppy-eyed expression. "You know I don't have time now..." Sam audibly sighs, his antlers brushing against you as his head sinks. "Hey, now... I'm not the only one who has to deal with stuff today. Besides, we both might be busy today, but the evening's completely free. I promise, as soon as we get home tonight..."
Sam gives a playful growl, the sound making you laugh as it escapes his mouth. It certainly makes you laugh to hear his tone, and both of you are smiling as the two of you break apart. "It's a plan, man!" Even as the two of you pull apart, you can still spot his bulge starting to poke up, and you know that you're still sporting something stiff as well. You lean in and plant another firm kiss before turning away, grabbing your things and heading out. Even as you close the door, you could swear you saw Sam starting to jerk off out of the corner of your eye. You hope that he's still going to be energetic enough for the evening, but if his libido's acting anything like yours is, he'll probably have plenty left to spare.
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It's a good thing that there's a podium in the front of the classroom. If it wasn't for that, then there's a very good chance that you would've gotten a few comments about your crotch. Your libido's been rather stubborn throughout the entire morning, and even as you try to go over the answers to test, you could feel your shaft insistently push against your khakis. It's difficult to keep your professionalism, and even halfway through the class, you're already thinking of taking a bathroom break just so you can deal with it.
At least your students are a bit more cooperative than they usually are. Most times, their attentions are scattered everywhere. They'd talk to one another, or work on some computers, or do something in the background... You're not even sure what they're up to all the time. However, you seem to be making more of an impression today. The majority of them were listening and their eyes were actually focused on you when you spoke. Maybe you look better with your shirt fitting better than usual, or maybe they're just eager for the results of their test.
Whatever the case might be, it certainly is doing wonders for your confidence. You're speaking a bit louder, and your posture's feeling more natural when you speak. When you dismiss the class, you could even catch a few people sneaking glances while you pack up your things. A few people even stay to chat, asking you about some of the questions, or asking for a reminder on where you'd be available in your office. It takes longer than you'd like before everybody filters out of the room, allowing you to quickly dart to your office.
It's difficult to make sure that nobody spots you along the way, but you manage to make your way to your office without being spotted. It takes a moment to slam the door shut and lock the door, but the moment you're sure it's closed, your hands are working on unfastening your pants and letting your little buddy out. You give out a sigh of relief, a wet droplet of pre appearing the moment your hand grabs onto the bobbing length. You're already in the process of pulling your pants all the way down when you hear a knock on the door. You jerk suddenly, only managing a quick, "Who is it?", while you try to make yourself look presentable.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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