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Mr. Richards handed Alex the essay questions from last week. Before he went on to anything new he had to see what kind of progress the boy had made. If he could remember what he'd done last week it would already be a leap ahead of their previous meetings. The boy's posture had changed. His shoulders no longer sagged when thinking about reviewing; he was bolt upright and wearing an eager grin. If he was faking it, he sure looked the part.

Alex could feel the ring on his finger now more than ever, when it needed to do its job. He sped through the WWI history questions and felt a familiar warmth growing in his crotch. Thankfully, it never grew beyond a pleasurable half mast hard-on. The boy reasoned that review made less of an impact on his libido than initial learning, which was a welcome relief. After 20 minutes of hand-writing his answers, he handed Mr. Richards his sheets of paper and grinned triumphantly.

When the boy handed him his answers, Mr. Richards couldn't help but see that the boy was a little tense. Alex's pale skin was flushed pink and his forehead was gathering beads of sweat, dripping down from his temples. He tried to shrug it off. If his pupil had to concentrate that hard to remember what he could speed read through in moments, than it was a small price to pay. Mr. Richards handed Alex a geometry book and instructed him to read chapters 1-3 while he read through his WWI essay responses. The boy nodded, and began his frantically paced reading.

Alex was a nervous wreck. He was already half hard just from answering questions on material he already knew, now he needed to go through 3 chapters of Geometry that he should have learned 3 years ago. He knew what was going to happen, so he waited until the professor was visibly absorbed in reading his essay questions to stealthily slide a hand down into his boxers and slide his dick into the waistband of his pants. When the painful erection came, he would at least be able to hide it somewhat under his T-shirt if he needed to get up from his seat. He began reading, trying his best to take his time. Less than 5 minutes later he was finished with all three chapters. In moments his head was full of vocabulary on angles and formulas. His cock bulged against his waistband, and he could feel how hot his face was getting.

Mr. Richards was very pleased to see that the boy had indeed remembered all of what he read the week before. He'd been able to summarize the whole of WWI and name all it's major players, commanders, and battles. After checking his grading key to be sure, he put down the boy's papers and grinned at him. The boy had become more tense, more flushed, it looked as though he'd run a mile in the last 5 minutes. He was sweating a great deal, and it was not hot inside his house. He was avoiding eye contact. Could it take that much effort for the boy to study? He'd seen cases of academic anxiety before but this seemed different.

"You've made some serious progress, Alex!" the professor said, "This would be a perfect score if not for some grammar mistakes in your answers."

"That's great to hear..." Alex said after a long moment of concentration, still managing to trail off to thoughts of absolute lust.

"You want something to drink?" Mr. Richards offered, "I can turn up the--"

"I just need to use the restroom,"Alex interrupted, speeding his way down the hall and shutting the door.

Mr. Richards chuckled to himself. He'd seen the boy's **** gesture covering his crotch as he stood from the chair. Frowning, the professor struggled to see what could be so stimulating about geometry, or studying in general. That was usually what one thought about to dull down the moment, think about baseball, math, etc. Maybe the boy had found a way to channel his teenage hormones into studying, that'd be something. But if he had to use the restroom, A.K.A. masturbate after every study session he wasn't sure how the boy would make it through a day. He would give the boy a few minutes in the restroom to relieve himself, but he would have to draw the line somewhere.