Marcel

I turned my head towards Marcel and said, “what class even is this?”

The grin on his face grew wider “if you don’t know what class this is why are you even here?”

“I was meant to leave but I started day dreaming and now I’m sort of stuck”

“Because if you stood up now everyone would see that you’re as hard as a rock?” he turned his head slightly and flicked his eyes towards my crotch again.

I didn’t even feel embarrassed at this point, it just turned me on again, the idea of him watching me as I stroked myself next to him. “I don’t care if people see.”

“Is that so?” he turned his head so he was looking directly at me, I couldn’t bring myself to take my eyes of his face.

“Not at all” I felt his head hovering slightly over the top button of my jeans.

“Then you won’t mind if I do this then?” I didn’t break eye contact as I felt him pop open the top button of my jeans, giving my constrained member a slight amount of relief but not the kind that I need.

“You’ll need to go further than that” he lightly stroked the fabric that was clinging to my dick with the tips of his fingers. Making me shiver in delight. I was finally going to get what I wanted. The kind of pleasure that will tame the heat growing inside of me. He quickly drew his hand back and faced the board again.

“This might not be your normal class, but it is mine. I need to pay attention.” I knew he was baiting me, he wanted me to beg and plead for release. I’m not sure if I normally would have done but the fire burning inside of me wasn’t going to let me just ignore this.

“Please, I’ll do anything, I just need to get off.”

That was what he wanted. Me at his mercy, and I was happy to provide it. “Anything?” I nodded desperately. “Give me your hand” there was no hesitation on my end, I placed my hand in his. He took a hold of my hand and drew it down to the top of his shorts. At first, I just let it rest there, feeling his semi-hard dick growing underneath the thing fabric of his shorts. “If you want to cum, I have to cum first.” I slowly started pawing at his crotch, getting myself familiar with his growing member. Before long I was grabbing hungrily at it, not caring who saw, if he came then I could cum. That’s all I wanted. I started rubbing him the best I could through the fabric. Marcel’s eyes were still open, staring straight ahead at the presentation that was happening, betraying to no one what was happening in his lap, but his breathing was different. He was breathing, heavily, almost panting. I slipped my hand under the waistband, no underwear stood in my way. Freeballing in shorts, a risky move but one that had definitely paid off. His dick was hot and hard in my hand. I couldn’t see it but I could feel it. I could explore every inch of it with my fingers. I pulled my hand down slightly, feeling the foreskin follow me. Slowly I began to give him a proper handjob, move my hand up and down delicately, slightly increasing the pace every now and then to keep him wanting more. I couldn’t go too fast in case I attracted too much attention but just feeling his throbbing dick in my hand was feeding the heat inside of me. I wanted it in me, in my mouth, my arse, I wanted him to pump a load into me here and now. However, it wasn’t possible. For now, I needed to just settle for being able to touch it. I began to rub the head and his precum was spreading across my thumb. I retracted my hand and placed my thumb in my mouth.

It had never tasted this good to me before. Just one taste and it was like I was hooked. It fuelled me in a way I had never felt before. Stoking the fire inside of me, making it burn hotter than it had all day. My hand went back down his shorts. I was jacking him more intensely now. My hand was flying up and down his pole, I needed to get him to finish, I needed his cum. His breathing was getting faster, deeper, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He suppressed most of his moans but not all of them. The ones he let out were quiet, but I could hear them. They spurred me on. His dick now slickened with the river of precum coming out of his tip, there was no stopping me, and I could feel he was close. His dick hardened. His body went stiff. Soon enough he was pulsating and shooting into my hand, filling it with his seed. He sighed a breath of release as his orgasm subsided. I removed my hand, with was cupping as much of his cum as I could catch and brought it to my mouth. I drank what I could and then licked it clean. I was still hard but making him cum had made me feel satisfaction in a way I never had before. The fire still burned inside of me, but it felt more controlled. Like a part of me rather than an invasive ****.

Marcel was slumped in his chair, his eyes slightly glazed over, his dick was still slightly hard in his shorts, and I wanted to plant my face in his crotch and clean it for him. I managed to control myself though, he needed some time to recover. He turned his head towards me and smiled, “that was amazing, your turn?”

I thought about it. I no longer felt the burning desire to get off, it felt almost as though I had fed of his release. “Maybe later?” he nodded.

“That works for me” he was still breathing quite heavily, “I don’t think anyone noticed.”

“I guess they didn’t,” but I could feel the eyes on me. Coming from everywhere in the room. Even if people hadn’t seen what had happened it was as though the act itself had released something into the room. I still didn’t know what class I was in.