You walk across campus at night

After begrudgingly giving up on searching for footwear, you leave the locker room with nothing but a mild hard on.

You enter the lobby, a place all too familiar to you at this point. You struggle to see, like in the locker room, but thankfully the light from outside bleeds through the glass door entrance. The lack of noise around you, say for your footsteps, sends shivers down your spine. Such a place brimming with activity is now still, but you can’t help but imagine Coach Diana somehow nearby, watching you in the shadows.

Thankfully for you though, it seems like you’re alone, for now.

You follow the moonlight to the exit, opening the glass door and stepping outside. You feel a wave of goosebumps crawling up your back as you step outside. The air was cold, and you could feel a light breeze against your bare skin. Even the concrete beneath your feet is cold to the touch, your mind can hardly comprehend such a feeling.

You look around, surrounded by the night sky and darkness, occasionally lit up by either the moon or lamp posts scattered across campus. But the most important thing is the lack of leering eyes staring at you. You feel alone, truly alone for the first time since starting your attendance here. No lewd onlookers catching obvious glances at your nude body, no scoffing rich types offended by your existence. No laughing, cat calling, or noise in general.

You look down, met with your bare, pale skin as it reflects the light of the moon above you. You look over both shoulders, making sure you’re actually alone. Once you figure the coast is clear, you look back down at yourself, and slowly release your hands off your junk.

Your family jewels now dangle freely in the crisp evening air, safe from unwanted touching and lustful comments. It’s like a weight’s been lifted off your shoulders, letting you stand up straight and without embarrassment, exposing every inch of bare skin you have.

You don’t let yourself be too engrossed by this new sense of serenity long, knowing some other maintenance worker could come out at any moment.

You leave the gymnasium steps, walking briskly through campus, as the gentle, evening wind blows against your naked body. What’s usually an embarrassing trek, is now a calm road of silence and stimuli. The breeze hitting your bare skin, the concrete against your soles, and the slight arousal from your cock bobbing up and down as you walked feels a magnitude more intense than usual.

Each step came with it a wave of excitement, an excitement that was tantalizing to say the least. Already, your cock begins to harden, obviously turned on by the lack of fabric on you, but with the security of no judgmental eyes staring at you and your alluring body. You shouldn’t feel this way, not with the torturous humiliation you’ve endured for the last three days stuck like this, but your cock can’t stop twitching in the open air.

But half way through your walk back home, you hear a strange noise! I sounds like moaning a couple yards behind you and to the left. It sounds vaguely familiar, but you can’t put your finger on what, or whom it is. Your curiosity and horniness get the better of you though, and instead of heading back to the dorms, you turn around to investigate the strange moaning.