Ten Minutes Before Class
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This morning had been a blur I nearly had time to shower no time to put on my cage or even think. rushing out the door of my girlfriends appartment I grabbed what I thought was my usual drink from the kitchen counter not bothering to check the colour of the coffee mug. Taking a drink I realized It was just a black coffee bitter and sharp, exactly what Marcus always drank. I was too tired all I wanted was the caffeine kick, I didn’t think twice and downed it in one gulp chasing the last few minutes before class. I should’ve known something was off the bitter taste lingered too long and almost immediately warmth spread through my chest. I honestly just thought that's what black coffee did.
Twenty Minutes Into Lecture
It started small the heat rising in my chest then my legs Then between them. A prickling and restless energy filled my thighs. I shifted in my seat slightly nearly causing me to moan. The fabric of my boxers, texture of my jeans rubbed my cock which was already firm twitching and Sensitive. More sensitive than normal, it must be because I'm out my cage I realized. It in a rush of panic as I gripped the edge of the desk my cock was growing swelling thick and pushing painfully against my underwear too sensitive, each breath seemed to make me harder. I bent forward slightly pretending to take notes but the pressure only made things worse. My phone buzzed. Jess sending me a picture her fully naked legs spread "miss your tongue baby boy" My whole body flushed hot I could feel my pulse in my cock every tiny movement made it throb harder, I shifted again without thinking and felt it leak.
Thirty-Five Minutes In to class
It was unbearable my cock was rock solid twitching wildly under the desk twitching moving with every heart beat, my boxers were sticking to me now wet and clinging. The tip of my cock was drenched in pre cum, slick and raw every movement dragging the fabric over it again and again making it leak more. My thighs trembled I pressed them together tightly trying to reduce the friction but it only made the pressure build my balls were heavy my cock ached like it was begging to be touched begging for a tiny bit off attention to ease the throbbing My phone buzzed again another picture Marcus cock the tip just barely pushed into my girlfriend stretching, I could see how wet she was it was glistening on his cock. "God baby I wish this was your cock, I can't wait to take your virginity" i bit my tongue to stop a sound I didn’t look down I didn’t have to I could feel it wet warm heavy and spreading a deep ache pulsed through me and I almost tipped over the edge again. hands white knuckling the sides of my desk.
Forty Minutes In
The clock ticks louder than the professor’s voice now I can’t take notes I can’t think my cock pulses so hard it feels like it’s got its own heartbeat. Every couple seconds, I leak again I can feel my cock pushing the pre cum out. I can feel the warm slippery wetness pool and spread in the fabric of my boxers. They’re completely soaked now clinging to me gluing themselves to the hypersensitive head of my cock every pulse every beat every microscopic twitch sends my hips shifting involuntarily just to relieve the pressure which only makes it worse. " I can't let anyone see" the thought keeps me paralyzed in my seat keeps me quiet. My phone buzzes. My girlfriend a picture her swollen stretched cum soaked pussy, "fuck baby he just won't stop today, come home soon I need your tongue" can’t even type back my hands are shaking too badly I just lower my head and exhale slowly trying not to twitch as another drop escapes me.
Forty-fiveMinutes
I feel like I’m getting feverish The heat between my legs has crawled up my spine my breathing’s shallow my chest tightens every time the fabric of my jeans brushes across my shaft and head I don’t need to move to edge anymore I just exist at the edge the constant heat and friction I’m raw hypersensitive swollen and soaked. The wet patch on my jeans is fully visible now I keep my backpack in my lap hands trembling underneath it My thighs are clenched like I'm about to pee myself my face is burning.
My phone lights up again.
this time a video Marcus pumping inside girlfriend a few times before I see him cum his cock visibly throbbing as he finishes pulls out and I see his cum flow out of her for a moment before he pushes back into her still hard. "She keeps being for my cum, your cum slut girlfriend can't get enough" My cock throbs violently at just reading that. I feel another warm pulse of slick spill out soaking and relentless. I almost choke on a gasp and bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.
Fifty-Five Minutes
My jaw hurts from clenching I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve nearly gone over the edge without a single touch, ny cock is so sensitive that the air between my legs feels too sharp like I have a vibrator on the tip of my cock. I can’t look at anyone I can’t even pretend to focus on class the professor might as well be speaking in another language. Time stopped moving I keep glancing at the clock two minutes feel like twenty another pulse then another leak I’m going to lose my mind.
There’s a ringing in my ears now not from noise from pressure from holding in what’s been building and pulsing, twitching in my lap for nearly an hour. The wet spot is undeniable. The denim is stuck to the head of my cock tight soaked rubbing like sandpaper every time I breathe I shift again just a fraction of an inch a sharp pulse nearly sends me over the edge my thigh jerks my fingers claw at the underside of the desk my lips part I exhale through clenched teeth. " No. No. Don’t lose it not here not like this."
My phone buzzes. A photo of my girlfriend bend over doggy style sweating her perfect ass on display Marcus cock buried in her "I wish you weren't a virgin and knew how your girlfriend felt I need someone to talk to about good she feels" Another throb another warm leak I feel it sliding down past my balls now clinging to me in wet strings pooling at the base of my balls now unable to soak into the front of my jeans anymore. I press my thighs together It doesn’t help.
Fifty-Eight Minutes In
I don’t know if I’m sweating or shaking or maybe both my shirt is clinging to my back my spine is stiff I’ve been holding tension for so long I forgot what relaxing feels like every heartbeat presses my cock harder into my ruined boxers. I keep my eyes down i’m not even pretending anymore there’s no way I could lift my bag off my lap no way I could explain the soaked spot on my jeans the flushed color in my cheeks the tremble in my hands.
Another buzz.
No words just a photo of my girlfriends mouth open cum pooling around her tongue as she smiles. My legs twitch again under the desk and I stifle a desperate moan behind my hand another hot drip seeps out. I know I’m ruining my jeans now sitting in a tiny puddle of precum
Sixty-Five Minutes In
The professor is still talking he's run over the class time he's still writing on the board still walking back and forth. It’s like I’m watching the world from inside a glass box breathing heavy while everyone else breathes easy. I edge again without moving without touching just from friction pressure heat and the constant relentless ache. I nearly black out from how close it is. " Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum."
Seventy minutes in
The first sound that cuts through is a zipper then chairs scraping the professor says something, but it’s just static now class is over everyone stands. I don’t my bag is still in my lap my legs locked tight the wet heat is unbearable, and I can’t risk moving not yet not like this. Someone walks by and says my name I fake a nod jaw clenched so tight it aches the room slowly empties I stare at the desk breathing carefully fnally silence Just me I exhale.
My hands shook violently as I pushed my bag aside, forcing my legs to respond not realizing they were weak trembling beneath me. I gripped the edge of the desk, fingers digging in as a burning heat flared between my legs wet slick leaking. My eyes dropped to the chair beneath me the dark spreading stain unmistakable warm and sticky against the wood. My knees buckled without warning I crumpled forward crashing onto the cold floor breath ripping from my lungs whimpering gasping. I could feel the wetness pooling beneath me shifting slick,
warm and utterly humiliating each pulse inside me was sharp. A desperate, shaky whimper caught in my throat my body trembled violently slick with the proof of my collapse helpless and undone. The room was empty but the sound of my ragged breathing filled the silence.
I'm very nervous about this one so please tell me if you want to know what happened after in part two
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