He obviously can't focus

With no other recourse at hand until he met with Lisa, Andrew made his way to Basic Thaumaturgical Theory. He was in a fog the entire walk to his class. His heart was beating out of his chest. What if the students he passed by could tell that he was feeling the pleasure he was feeling? Worse yet, what if a teacher caught on? He almost decided to skip class, but figured it was best to go anyway. He hadn't ever skipped a class before, and wasn't about to start now.

Upon reaching his classroom, Andrew sat at his normal seat. The movement on his cock had thankfully stopped. He still felt like he was rock hard, but at least it wasn't causing him any additional pleasure. For the first few minutes of class, he was able to almost comprehend what his teacher was telling them.

"When we use a magical focus, what it does for us is allows us to concentrate our energy..." The teacher's voice suddenly seemed to fade into the background as the movement started back up. What the hell was Lisa doing, anyway? And why was it taking so long? This had started before 7:30. It was now a little after 10, and his dick was still enveloped in a warm cocoon of pleasure.

The soft movement kept up for basically the rest of class. It was just a few minutes before class was out that suddenly the sensation got much stronger and faster. Andrew stifled a moan. What the fuck was happening!? Why had things just picked up like they had? Andrew squirmed in his seat for the next 5 minutes, trying to think of anything but the feeling in his loins.