I left the boys locker room and turned sharply to the left, the hall was wall to wall people rushing to their next classes, and I bumped into a girl waiting just around the corner. My crotch rubbed against her thigh, and instantly I got hard. As I bent to help pick up books, I heard the girl call me Ryan. I looked up into her face, and she gasped. It was Stacy. She instantly became hostile, and clutched at the books and papers I'd collected. My books were still safely stowed in my back pack.
"Oh, I was expecting, Ryan. Is he still in the locker room?" Stacy asked in her snippy voice.
Knowing that her boyfriend was now my jockstrap really turned me on, and I'm afraid despite the binding effect of the jockstrap, my bulge got bigger. Perhaps it was because of the binding effect, as it reminded me that Ryan was there. Stacy looked uncomfortably at the erection outlining itself against my denim jeans. But she did want to acknowledge it, but then neither did I. I wasn't gay, and Stacy was my rival for Valedictorian. But for some reason the whole scenario got me really hot.
"Ryan? I saw him earlier, but he missed class. Coach was really mad about that. I'm sure Ryan's hanging around somewhere, like all dumb jocks," and to remind Ryan of his situation, I reached down and adjusted my package, as subtly as I could, "I really have to get to history class. Wouldn't want a tardy to mess up my perfect record." And I dashed down the hall. I heard her "hrumpf" as I reached the stairs.
It was until I sat down at my desk in History that I noticed the wet circle staining my jeans. My first thought was poor Ryan, he was obviously drenched in my cum since he was the first line of defense before my thick denim jeans. I could feel the cooling dampness press against my crotch. My second thought was poor Ryan, I wondered how many more loads he would absorb before the long weekend was over, I had just decided on additional punishment.
"Hey, Ry," Steve Manson punched my left shoulder and sat three seats back.
"Hi, Vinnie. I heard Ryan Standish is looking for you, thought I'd give you the head's up," whispered Ty Ridgeway in my right ear as he sat in the seat on my right side.
The teacher walked around returning our test papers, she set Ryan Standish's on my desk corner as she walked down the aisle on my left passing out tests to both sides of the aisle. When she finished, she apologized to me, saying she didn't know how she'd missed me, and handed me my paper from the aisle on my right.
Looks like Ryan wasn't going to get marked absent from his classes after all. The trick with the mirrors earlier also explained Stacy's weird reaction. I wondered if that would be the only freaky side effect, and if there was any way I could work an angle to take advantage of it. Perhaps with Stacy herself.