A brief warning: this will be quick and trite. How is that different from anything else I write? Shut up, wise-ass.
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I was sitting in class today, a morning in May, and I felt so hot that I was sure I would lose control at any moment. In fact, the only thing keeping me up was the erection I had gotten from dreaming about all the girls in my class. Fifteen of them; I was the only boy. Three years. Nearly four, as we were all eighteen of course, and I’m still sitting here fantasizing, while I’m sure that every other guy on the planet is having sex with two, if not three girls at once. So hot, so hot, so sweaty. The blouses on the girls’ uniforms were growing sticky with sweat, I could see. God bless private school.
I had gotten such a damn fetish for those uniforms. But I was just sitting there, getting my underwear sticky with pre-cum, as I ran off two or three of my favorite sex scenes over and over in my head. And then I suppose the heat got to me, as I began to think. What was the bother? I had so little class time left, and I had no desire for college. No idea of what to do with my life. So why not go out with a bang (Alex’s note: Yes that indeed was the official atrocious pun that all fine smut requires. Resume touching yourself, and for God’s sake, be proud of it!)?
I stood up from my desk and tossed off my sport jacket. I loosened my tie. Ms. Johnson spoke up.
“Mr. Stack, I don’t believe it is time to leave … yet…”
She began to trail off as I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and tossed it off, leaving my chest bare and wet. I walked up the center row of desks and tossed off my dress shoes and socks. Girls began to gasp as I undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I tossed them onto Jenny Fine’s desk. Ms. Fine was fine indeed, (Alex again: I hate myself) very tiny and sweet with rosy cheeks and the most innocent face you could imagine. I could not picture her in the brutally hedonistic atmosphere of college. It was known in school that she had never kissed a boy before. Her mouth was wide in shock; her eyes locked onto the bulge in my briefs. I adore girls who wear no makeup. I smiled at Jenny, and whipped off my underwear, letting my dick stand tall and proud. The tip glistened with clear syrup, and the rest had never felt better. I turned to my right and saw that Courtney, a rather promiscuous girl, was sitting next to me. I scooped her up out of her desk, and kissed her deeply and fully; her tongue tasted like cigarettes, but I loved it anyway. I hugged her tightly, and indulged my penis, which was rammed right into her chest. A thin line of pre-cum connected my dick to her blouse as I pulled away. I looked again at Jenny, and walked toward her.
“Oh… oh wow… what are you going to do to me?” she warbled in obvious excitement.
I stood her up and smooched her nose. She giggled at her first contact with a naked man. I kissed her lips teasingly, quickly. I’d kiss a little longer and pull away more quickly each time. Finally, after the sixth or seventh kiss, I caught her little pink tongue flicking out as I pulled out.
“Caught you,” I said.
