The Long Walk Home

What followed was the longest school day Logan has ever had. English class with Ms. Collins, the youngest teacher in Falstaff high, did nothing to temper his state of arousal. Things took a dip as he struggled to hide his boner in the boys locker room, but a gym class full of girls in short shorts doing yoga only served to exacerbate things further. All day his eyes wandered to his female classmates. All day his hard cock endured. All day he wondered if he had time to run to the men’s room and rub one out. As the final bell rang, he realized he would have to wait until he made it home to get any kind of release.

The walk was longer than he remembered. He’d gotten so used to riding with Gia. He thought after the twenty minute trek to his trailer his boner would have subsided, but the anticipation of being home alone only made matters worse. Images of Gia fucking herself in her backseat of her car and the familiar sensation of her ass bouncing on his lap filled his mind. All he could think about was the release he’d need as soon as he made it back to privacy. When he finally did make it home, he quickly locked the Airstream door and unzipped his pants. The feeling of Gia’s body in his hands, the sight of all those girls asses during downward dog, Mrs. Harper’s stern voice as she told him he needed to get his act together not knowing if she had worn something a little more modest that day he probably wouldn’t have done so poorly on that test. Wait, Mrs. Harper! What time had he told that girl she should—

A knock on the airstream door interrupts Logan’s blissful privacy. Fuck. His tutor was here.