I need cum. It's not a want now. I need it. And with all these guys around me... all I can think of his getting my fix.
"Ung, Ian?" I whisper.
"Yea?" Ian asked quietly, oblivious to my needs.
"I need to... I'm having an issue..." I knew i was sweating a little too, a thin sheen forming on my forehead.
Ian looked at me quizically. "Now?!" He said a little too loudly.
"Ian!" Mr Petersen barked from the front of the class. "Don't interrupt the lesson, we've talked about this before"
"Sorry sir" he responded, looking at me the whole time concerned.
I gulped and tried to get myself in order.
"Dude, I'm happy to help but if I do everyone will know you're a..." Ian nodded downwards at my falsie bulge.
"I know... but I'm close to not caring... fuck..." I reached over and grabbed his thigh, my fingers grazed the immense bulge there as I did.
"Shit!" Ian exclaimed, I'd made him jump.
"Enough, Ian go see the principal. I will not have you disrupting my lessons."
Ian dutifully stood up, about to protest, I shook my head and then lowered it. Ian took that hint and left grumbling and adjusting himself.
Now I'm here without a source... in a room full of potential sources. I'm so fucked.
I did the only thing I could think of. I raised my hand.
"Yes Danny?" Mr Petersen asked exasperated.
"Sir... um"
"Spit it out." Something I'd never do...
I waved my hand to gesture him to come here. He sighed and told the class to do the next two exercises in silence. He grabbed my arm and pulled me with him to the side office.
"What is it?" He looked at me irritated.
"Well sir... erm... I have a problem..." I couldn't look at him, instead I was staring at his bulge. It was comforting, and infuriating.
"Which is?"
"I've recently... I've been through..." I braced myself and then just said it. "I've had my conversion"
Mr Petersen stepped back in shock. Unconsciously looking me up and down. "So you're a... a...?"
"Yes sir."
"Fuck boy... I mean Danny... I understand now... so you need?"
"I need cum sir... now..." I finally looked up at him, hungrily.
He was warring in this mind, I could see it.
"Well I can't, I mean damn I'd... no I can't, I'm your teacher, and we're at school, in class."
"I'm pretty sure I'm consenting here sir."
I could sense his cock harden. "No, I can't, but... later after school. I'll feed you then?" Now he sounded hungry.
"I'm happy to sir but for now?"
He thought it over. "I could send... one of the boys in, they're your age, its allowed and... ah is that what got Ian so excited?" I nodded. "Ah ok, ok."
"I don't want anyone to know... it would get... messy." I pleaded.
"OK so you tell me who and I'll... I'll get them to take you to the nurses office?"
"Greg." I snapped his name out. A little too eager. Mr Petersen smiled wryly.
"Sure"
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Less than 5 minutes later Greg had accompanied me to the nurses office, supremely confused by it all.
"So uh, what is this, you don't look sick. You look like you've run about, but not sick." He glared at me from under his fringe suspiciously.
"Ah yea, well I have a... favour to ask and Mr Petersen said it was ok, but... I need you to promise me its between us?" This was a stupid risk but I really was getting antsy and I needed it now!
He stood looking at me expectantly, arms folded. His black hair covered his eyes partially, his black tee gave a hint of muscle underneath, and his black faux leather trousers hugged his immense bulge. I was swooning.
"I'm a small-dick and I need to feed." I said flatly. Not looking up.
Silence almost echoed around the room for what felt like forever.
Greg finally broke the silence. He didn't speak. All I could hear were the teeth of his trouser zipper slowly being pulled down.
My eyes snapped to it and widened. Fuck yes this was gonna be awesome.