Slowly, I calmed down. The warm darkness was conducive to relaxation. Even though I could feel the dweeb's erect penis starting to soften, and the funky smell of his sweat filled the air, I relaxed. It wasn't so bad, I thought as I cradled his balls and dick inside me. I brushed against the tight fitting denin as he walked. By the time he sat down in history class, I was thinking of how lucky I was to be the dweeb's jock strap. If Horst or Carter had put me on, I'd have been stretched all out of shape. I swear Carter would break my elastic, he's so fat. And Horst had the worst case of perennial jock itch. I was lucky to be in this safe, warm, relatively clean place securing the dweeb's assets.
I blinked, I could see through his eyes. There was the classroom. Mrs. Harker was substitute teaching today. She wrote her name in chalk on the board, then started to call roll.