The bell rang, and Horst gathered up the play books and put them into his backpack. He got up to leave the library. His bulge was back to normal, he noted in relief as he exited the inner doors of the library. As Horst entered the foyer of library, hands grabbed him and threw him up against the glass display case. It was Snake.
"Hey, Horst, you said you'd pay me back today," Snake snarled with his face inches from Horst's.
Horst panicked as his cock became instantly hard. His mind raced. He owed Snake $100 for weed. Ryan could smell the male sweat, and felt Horst's excitement. It didn't take much to twist fear into lust.
KISS HIM! KISS SNAKE! shrieked Ryan's voice in Horst's mind.
Snake leaned in closer, "You got the money?"
Horst couldn't help himself he moved forward. Snake braced for a head butt. Horst's tongue pushed through Snake's lips. As they kissed, for Snake was responding, Snake's grip shifted to an embrace.
Snake pulled away and gasped. "Horst, uh, I think maybe we can work something out, but you may want to visit the john," Snake said nodding toward the wet spot on Horst's jeans where he had blown his load. The door opened and Snake stepped in front of Horst to screen him from embarrassment.
"After the game tonight, meet me under the bleachers, and we can settle your debt then," Snake said patting his crotch in anticipation.