Circumstances keep frustrating him.

"Do you want to come by my house today?" Adrian asked as he helped the unsteady Pat out into the hallway. It was between classes so throngs of naked students where pushing past each other to get to class. Their rush didn't stop them from reaching out to grab and fondle passersby. "I have a club after-school, but we could meet up for the late bus. Let me show you how we sexworlders live." He smiled, Pat gave him a pained smile back.

Pat was a bit manic. He had cum running out of his ass and down his thighs, and though he had an immense amount of pleasure from the ass fucking he got from the teacher, he didn't get his release. So now Pat had a rock hard erection that wouldn't go down on its own and was almost painful every time it brushed against the many students who passed him in the halls. "Yeah-yeah." He said distracted, gritting his teeth. He desperately wanted to cum, with Adrian, in Adrian, but anyone would do. "I have– oof. I have a thing with a new textbook with Mr. Taylor after class anyway. We'll meet up."

Adrian looked at his boyfriend's raging cock with a look of concern. "I wish I could stay here and relieve you sweetie. But I have class all the way across campus. Do you have a fuck buddy in your next class that can help you out of that predicament?" Pat look panicked but then realized Zoey is in band and he could just grab and fuck the shit out of her. The mood he was in was just how she liked it. He nodded, determined and confident. Adrian smiles and gave him a tender kiss and a gentle stroke on his cock. "Good. See you after school."

Pat watched Adrian swagger off, turning just before he turned the corner to give him a wave that melted his heart. Then some girl brushed against his painfully hard cock and the urgency returned with a vengeance. "Gotta get to band. Fuck Zoey. Gotta get to band." These thoughts raced though Pat's mind as he raced through the halls to get to band. Normally the throng of bodies excited and titillated him, but now it was just making his problem worse, so Pat was trying his hardest to tune it out, not graze or press up against another body unless he'll get the chance to finish up.

Dazed and a little manic, Pat stumbled through the door of band. Mrs. Clarke was finishing up with a pile of students on the floor near her conductor's podium. Seems like this was the regular way she started class. Hopefully this would give Pat enough time to get the relief he needed. He felt as if all the cum that Mr. Taylor had pumped into his ass had ended up in his balls. He scanned the room and could see all the kids that had gotten to class early were getting to the climax of their pre-class dalliances. He could see Zoey sitting up in her seat, with a big breasted girl reclined across a few chairs who had a look that her mind was just blown. As Pat moved towards his seat purposely, he could see the wet fluids on Zoey's mouth and the splatter running down her chest. She obviously had just gone down on her friend.

"Hey Prude World Pat!" She called out to him with a playful smirk. "How's your sist–" Pat had no time for small talk. He dropped his bag, grabbed Zoey and bent her over onto her knees and roughly entered her. "Oh shit!" the larger, tattooed girl cried out. "Fuck! Pat! Yeah! That's what I've fucking talking about! Give it to me! Make me your fucking slut!" Zoey could probably have bested Pat in any kind of physical contest, but in the manic state he was in she let him grab her short hair, slap her ass and then start pumping away as hard as he could. Through his haze he heard some loud, and very high pitched moans that were in stark contrast to her butch, punk-rock persona. "Ooooh! Fuck meeee! Fuuuuck meeeeee!"

Pat's entire focus encompassed his groin that he was slamming against Zoey's ass as his cock plunged into the larger girl's dripping pussy, and his hands that grabbed onto her waist holding on to her ass for dear life. The orgasm building up from the tip of his cock was his main thought, though Zoey's squealing felt good to hear. He liked how much she was enjoying this, even if fucking this roughly wasn't usually his thing. From outside this little world he heard his name being called. "Arton!" Pat needed just a little more time to get Zoey and him to climax so just shouted out. "Present!" and continued to pound away at Zoey.

He was sweating and breathing hard now, he pushed down on Zoey's head onto the carpet to raise her ass up and get an extra inch into her soppy wet pussy. Again he heard his name. "ARTON!" and again he screamed out "HERE!" meanwhile Zoey, her face down in the carpet was moaning "Yeeeesssss! Oh yesss!" to the rough fucking she was getting.

Pat was nearly there when he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him off Zoey and again he heard the voice, this time right into his ear, "PAT!" As he was pulled out of his fuck-buddy he looked around wildly and yelled, "WHAT?" Only then did he discover that Mrs. Clarke the teacher, and Zoey's mother was looming over the two lovers furious.

Mrs. Clarke barked out, "Class has started! If you two can't pay attention and stop disrupting the class I will separate you permanently. Now get to your spokes groups!" Her arm rose and pointed angrily, and the only thing that made Pat not crawl under a chair in shame is that Mrs. Clarke's anger was clearly aimed at her daughter. Zoey in turn was staring daggers at her mom, grabbed her trombone and stalked off in a huff. Pat felt that all the time that he was worried that he had crossed a cultural line and gotten out of hand, only to be told not to worry about it, now he had really crossed the line. All his mania and aggression drained from him. Though his raging erection stayed firmly in place, glistening with Zoey and his pre-orgasmic juices. Now that her daughter has stalked off, the teacher turned her ire towards Pat. "Well? What are you waiting for Mr. Arton?" she demanded.

"I– I don't know what a 'spokes group' is." said Pat meekly.

Mrs. Clarke scowled at him and leaned over, her large tits swaying and dripping with splashes of her student's cum. "Groups of four students, each a different instrument, you'll be part of this group whenever we make complex formations. Why don't you join Spoke #7? They're short one." Mrs. Clarke gestured over to a group of two girls who were chatting with a large boy who had a tuba. Mrs. Clarke snapped her fingers. "Pat! What you do or how you fuck on your own time is your business. But I expect people to not disturb or disrupt other students during my class time. And regardless of what Zoey may have told you, you are not to treat her as your 'cum dump'. My daughter may have her own desires of how she likes to be treated by her partners, but I would expect you to treat her like the vibrant, independent, intelligent young woman that she is. And if it gets back to me that you are taking her role play instructions to be anything other than play acting during sex I will be extraordinarily upset with you. Do I make myself clear young man?" Pat nodded. "I did not hear you. Did I make myself CRYSTAL clear?"

"Yes ma'am." Said Pat. Both Zoey and her mother intimidated Pat in a strange way. He kinda wanted to get Mrs. Clarke you yell at him some more while he was fucking her, or fucking Zoey, or both of them together. He was so confused. And the interruption of his **** fucking of Zoey just left him even more horny and distracted. Pat despaired about getting through the school day. He picked up his backpack, grabbed a trombone, and trudged up to meet his "Spokes" group, convinced that he'd never get any relief.