Chad found that the more he played with his nipples that the bulge tenting his jeans diminished. By the time class was over, Chad could feel the wrist loop loose between his legs. He crushed his thighs together, and swallowed. There was nothing between his thighs, but a warm wetness. He suddenly was aware of Rick's strong masculine scent behind him.
"So Chad, you and I have study hall next period. I've got a private room reserved at the library. Care to join me?"
Rick leaned across Chad's desk again, this time shoving his crotch in Chad's face.
"Rick, what are you doing?" the teacher asked.
Without moving out of Chad's face, Rick answered, "Sorry, ma'am, my pencil keeps breaking. I was just sharpening it again."
"Alright, well hurry up and get back to your seat, Rick," she said returning to her lecture.
"Well, Chad, is it a date?" Rick hissed.
Chad swallowed hard. Rick's musk was intoxicating. "Yeah, sure," he muttered in assent.
Rick lingered longer than necessary after his pencil was sharpened before returning to his seat. He sat down with his legs spread to allow his boner to fully tent his loose cargo shorts.
Chad couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of class, except for his impending date with Rick.
When the bell rang. Chad sat at his desk confused and dazed for a moment until he heard Rick say, "Come, Chad."
He got up and followed Rick.