Preoccupied In the Library

Yesterday several of my classes had a library period.

During third bell I was monitoring my sixth-graders. One angelic young boy, smaller than most of his comrades (plus smart as a whip), was sitting with his chair pulled back a bit from the table. He had a book on the table and was definitely reading. At the same time, though, he was occasionally feeling of his lap. After a few minutes he slid his legs straight out under the table and sat with his right hand poised beside his fly. His wrist rested on his right leg, not moving. But the tips of his fingers repeatedly slid back and forth along a specific location. Minutes went by and he continued his slow activity, fingertips sliding constantly on a presumed stiffie. Whether he was aware of fondling himself, I don't know. I tend to think that it was subconscious up to a certain moment.

That moment was marked by his left hand dropping into his lap. The two hands linked fingers and he gave his entire package a huge squeeze while pretending to yawn and stretch. Then both hands dug around in his lap for a second, adjusting the bits and pieces..

 His left hand returned to the book. The right hand remained in its strategic position in his lap. Again his fingers slid back and forth, giving constant small strokes to himself. Now he was no longer concentrating on his book, just on his lap. The motion of his fingers became faster and more deliberate, getting slightly jerky and then apparently quite urgent. Before long he was flat-out mashing and rubbing his lap, no longer content with his slow finger-strokes. I wondered: Is this little guy going to climax right here in the library? Shoot a load into his pants?

Suddenly he slid his chair back and stood up, walking straight toward me, both hands casually shielding his fly.

"Sir, I need to go to the bathroom!"

I gave permission and he trotted away, accidentally letting me have one final glimpse that showed a pointed bulge next to his zipper.

The bulge was no longer evident when he returned. Hopefully he had a pleasant time in the restroom.

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