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I got a follower :D. I might be a bit too excited about it, but I'm just so happy. Anyways, this chapter turned out way more smutty than I had planned. Sorry, I'm just a pervert.
This day just kept getting worse, and John was getting tired very quickly. He could tell they were whispering about him, with the constant glances and laughter it was painfully obvious. John was more than happy when the gym teacher finally arrived. Today was the first day, so instead of working they went over rules and safety procedures. Suddenly John felt something touch the back off his shorts.
John turned around to see what it was, and he was greeted by a smirk and a head of blonde hair. John just groaned and turned away, causing the blonde to snicker. Suddenly a hand grabbed his shorts and tugged lightly on them, a touch that definitely wasn't an accident. John whipped around to see that the blonde's smirk had changed to a full on grin, and there was another, harsher tug at his shorts. John pushed his hands away, annoyed at the unwanted attention. Before the blonde could touch him more, John scooted out of his reach.
Other than people being complete assholes to him, especially a certain blonde, gym class was otherwise pleasant. In the end, John was just glad it was over. John left before the others, trying to escape the crowd as he grabbed his normal clothes. He was almost out the door, when suddenly strong hands pulled him to the very corner of the locker room, hidden from the other students.
John squirmed under the hold, trying to see who had grabbed him, or better yet to get away from said person. John gasped as one of the hands grabbed his ass.
"You know," his captor said smoothly, "You're pretty cute." The hand trailed up and down his spine, causing him to shudder.
"St-stop that!" John yelled. The hands loosened their grip and John sighed in relief.
" See ya' later, Egderp." Said John's captor as he backed away. John was glad, if he had gone any further it might have ended badly. John had a hard on from the unwanted touches, which had gone unnoticed by the other boy. John turned slowly, only to be greeted by a head of that oh-so blonde hair.
'No way,' thought John, ' I am not masturbating at school.' John groaned as he sat down on the toilet in the bathroom, an agonizing hardness in his pants. John eyed the bulge desperately, he needed release. John groaned as he unzipped his pants and freed his erection. It wasn't typically large, just average.
'Man,' thought John, 'I bet blondie's is large.' John nearly gasped at his own thoughts, the guy who had just harassed him was flooding his mind. John tried to think of anything besides the blonde, from hot women to his pet salamander, Casey. Although, in the end he just gave up to the pleasurable thought of the blonde teen, touching John in rather inappropriate places. John finally came into a rolled up piece of toilet paper, barely stopping himself from moaning.
' Great,' John thought. Not only did he masturbate at school, get himself off to the guy who had just harassed him, and had even enjoyed it, he was also going to be late to his next class.
