Stimulating, for a lack of a better word

You take a deep breath as you exit the bathroom, taking just a moment to collect yourself. It’s not easy, as your mind keeps going back to the feeling of Taylor’s lips on your dick. Easily the hottest moment you’ve ever experienced.

You take a quick glance at your schedule. Apparently, the next class you have to attend is Bio-Chemistry 101, which sounds pretty broad for a class name. Biology and Chemistry? Or was it Chemistry on living organisms? The class is thankfully not that far from where you are, and you’re just happy to take some victories today.

Right as you are about to look away, you notice one other thing. A handwritten note below your last class of the day, as if to be read like another class period.

“Taylor Time: Dorm 408”

You almost don’t believe it, reading it over again and again. Is this..? Surely she doesn’t mean…? But… what if? The cold air conditioning of the hallway brings your mind back to the present, and of course back to your exposure. You don’t have time to overthink what “Taylor Time” could include, or if you even should go. You need to hurry to class.

Your flaccid cock droops downwards as you walk, slapping against your thighs which feels odd to say the least.

But this feeling doesn’t last long, as turning the corner brings you into a hallway with a bunch of women walking up and down it, all of them staring at your cock.

“Damn, it’s still that big soft?”

“OMG, it’s moving!”

“He sure seems happy to see us~”

"But wasn't he rock solid like five minutes ago?"

"Yeah, I wonder what happened..."

Several comments echo through the hall as you try your best to walk. You hold out hope that maybe these girls will be satisfied with looking alone.

A foolish idea, one that quickly leaves your mind as the first silky smooth hand fully grasps your flaccid member, giving it a couple playful rubs before moving along. Your knees buckle and you almost fall over, the sensation increased tenfold as your recent orgasm has left you extra sensitive.

Your reaction doesn’t faze the other students, and like before the girls can’t help but glide their hands across your shaft, hold the base of your cock, or tickle your hyper-sensitive tip.

Not just a minute ago you were as flaccid as a freshly cooked pasta noodle, but you're quickly feeling a change come on as blood returns to your dick. It isn’t long before you’re as hard as a rock, with pre-cum oozing out your cock once again.

“Yes! I got him hard! You owe me ten bucks, Suzanne!” One girl shouts as she darts off towards her friends.

These girls just can’t let up and stop teasing your poor, sensitive dick. It’s almost like they want to see you fall on your knees and cum your brains out in the middle of the hall, and they are worryingly getting close to that.

You wonder why none of the girls seem worried about getting in trouble for practically giving you a hand job in public. If you can’t masturbate in public, why can these girls publicly tease you like this?

Obviously, this is going to be a question for the chancellor when you meet up again, but right now you just want to get the day over with and get to your next class.

Thankfully, your hallway torment isn’t all that long and you finally reach the door to your science class. Since you haven’t heard the bell ring yet, you guess that you are on time.

You brace yourself, remembering how things went in your first class and hoping this is different as you open the door and walk inside.