Ever since he could remember his penis would get hard in the most inopportune times and for baffling reasons. He was stuck, couldn’t adjust, and turning beet red. He was a fine specimen, he was lean, and swimming defined his muscles well. He was working hard on his classwork and a particularly hard problem was stalling him out. The touch on his shoulder made him look back up from his hyper focus on the desk and as he did so caught another good look down her blouse sleeve. His pants and underwear hit the floor after he got his shoes off. Somehow over the years he had managed to get hard in places where he had time to and/or privacy to work on getting himself composed before either being discovered with his meat in his hand or discovered to be tenting his pants. Allen, do you wish to get up and go home?”
He could smell her perfume.
