Adrenaline junkie

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over rows of slumped shoulders and half-lidded eyes.

At the back, Luke slouched low in his seat, fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thigh as Mrs. Hargrove droned on about symbolism or whatever.

Luke’s gaze would drift from time to time looking out the window or to the clock’s sluggish hands, even to the way the professors blouse gaped slightly when she leaned over a desk.

Warmth pooled in his crotch a sensation he knew all too well “Oh,” His lips twitched “This lecture just got way more interesting.”

He shifted subtly, denim tightening as his cock thickened against his thigh. The risk of it being hard in a lecture full of people who’d lose their minds if they knew sent a jolt through him.

His breath hitched when the girl in front of him turned slightly, her ponytail brushing his desk. “Fuck, you’re not helping.” He whispered under his breath, rubbing himself through his jeans, biting back a grin.

Luke exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers pressing harder against the stiff denim as Mrs. Hargrove paced past his desk. The scent of her perfume make his situation down below much harder. He rolled his hips up just enough to feel the rough fabric drag against his cock “Fuck” his teeth sank into his lower lip, muffling the groan that threatened to escape.

He tried to distract himself, eyes locked on the open book in front of him, bullshit metaphors, but it was no help, he let his thumb circle the head through his jeans, his heart beat racing as the pleasure built.

Luke’s fingers twitched against his zipper, the metallic rasp was drowned out by Mrs. Hargrove’s monotone explanation at the front of the room. The denim strained against his erection, fabric biting into flushed skin until the zipper gave way with a quiet snick. His cock jerked free beneath the thin cotton of his boxers, damp already from his leaking cock.

He rolled his hips up, just once, just enough to feel the zipper’s teeth graze his penis through the fabric. “Fuck yes.” His pulse hammered at the base of his throat, gaze flicking sideways to check if anyone noticed but no, just heads bent over notebooks, oblivious to what was occurring.

He exhaled shakily, fingers curling into his thigh as he rocked again, slower this time, dragging the friction out. The desk creaked faintly; someone’s pencil scratched paper. Luke bit down on a laugh, dizzy with the thrill of it, in the middle of his fucking English lecture, half-hard and leaking into his underwear like some **** perv. And the best part? No one knew.

Luke's hips stuttered as he worked himself beneath the desk, the damp fabric of his boxers clinging to his swollen cock with every subtle thrust. Precum smeared against cotton, hot and slick, his thighs trembling as he chased the edge right there in his English lecture, until his name cut through the haze like a bucket of ice water. "Luke?" Mrs. Hargrove's voice dripped with impatience. "Pages 58 to 60. Now."

His pulse spiked, fingers twitching away from his groin as he straightened with a lazy smirk. "Yeah, yeah." The book cracked open, his voice miraculously steady despite the way his cock throbbed below the desk. He cleared his throat, scanning the pages with half-lidded eyes reading aloud to the class, while his free hand lingered dangerously close to the wet spot on his boxers.

Luke gripped the textbook’s edges, he faked his concentration while his hips rolled in slow, calculated increments beneath the desk. The pages trembled slightly, whether from his unsteady hands or the way his cock leaked against damp cotton, he wasn’t sure. Every syllable he recited aloud was laced with the effort of suppressing a moan, he didn’t know how much longer he could do this for without being exposed.

Luke continued reading his hips slowly bucking forward as if penetrating the air, his cock strained against soaked cotton adding to the intensity of his pleasure.

"The lake ‘fuck’ the" Luke choked out.

His fingers shacking around the textbook's edge as his hips jerked involuntarily against the desk. Heat coiled white-hot in his gut, his cock pulsing and throbbing as ropes of cum sprayed soaking through his boxers, too much, too fast hitting the underside of the desk, dripping down onto the floor pooling below him, forming a sticky, shameful warmth on the cold floor. His voice cracked on the next word, his thighs clamping together as he **** himself to keep reading.

The classroom air thickened with the scent of salt and sweat, his breath ragged as his cock leaked the last drops of cum.

It was all too much for Luke he was just glad he was finished reading and Mrs. Hargrove's attention was now on another student, Luke's shoulders slumped just slightly as he exhaled. His fingers twitched toward his zipper, tucking himself back in with practiced nonchalance despite the sticky mess below him. The fabric rasped against oversensitive skin, making him bite back a groan. His pulse still hammered in his throat, the aftershocks curling his toes inside his sneakers as he shifted on his seat.

Luke just smirked, dragging a hand through his hair like he hadn't just cum. The textbook lay forgotten, pages crumpled under his palm as he leaned back, stretching his legs out under the desk. “Fuck yeah.” He'd gotten away with it again.

Luke glanced down at the wet spot darkening his jeans from his soaked boxers and exhaled sharply through his nose. His fingers twitched toward his backpack, weighing the risk of grabbing his hoodie to drape over his lap versus the movement drawing more attention. The bell’s ring sliced through the room, and he smirked, slamming his book shut with deliberate **** as he stood.

He shouldered his bag with practiced nonchalance, rolling his hips subtly to feel the sticky mess cling to his thighs. “Worth it.”The girl in front of him turned, her gaze darting to his crotch and Luke flashed her a grin, slow and unrepentant. "Problem?" he murmured, walking past her.

Luke shouldered through the crowded hallway, the wet fabric of his boxers clinging uncomfortably to his hardening cock with every step. Students jostled past, oblivious, as he rolled his shoulders and adjusted his grip on his backpack strap, the friction was maddening, denim rasping against oversensitive skin. His breath hitched when a jock bumped into him, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain up his spine. "Watch it," he muttered, though his lips curled into a smirk as his cock twitched in response.

Rounding the corner toward the lockers, Luke pressed his palm briefly against the bulge in his jeans, biting back a groan at the way his hips jerked into the touch. The bell rang overhead, drowning out the wet sound of fabric shifting as he leaned against a locker, knees weak. “Round two already?” He exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers twitching toward his zipper. "Fuck me," he murmured to no one, grinning at the ceiling.