As always, Walter sat at the back of the class. Up until today, it was a favor to everyone else, since they didn't have to look at him. But, of course, he wasn't unattractive anymore, not that he cared what he looked like. Other people's opinions of him didn't really matter all that much.
Everything was going fairly well in the class, until about five minutes in. He was watching the teacher write math problems on the chalkboard, but then his eyes drifted to a girl who sat one row over and three chairs up. He began to have fleeting thoughts, like I'd love some of that, as his eyes ran over every curve of her body. He was so shocked by how he felt, he turned away quickly. What was wrong with him? He felt his pants tighten and he looked down at them. A bulge was forming in his pants. He knew what that was, although he had never had an erection before.
"... meyer. Mr. Smukmeyer," the teacher said, breaking Walter out of his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Can you please come up here and solve problem number one?"
"Uh, yeah." Walter stood up and realized too late that he still had a very visible bulge in his pants. One that was noticed by several girls, including the one he was ogling. And she seemed very pleased by it, although most of the others didn't. A few of them even laughed. He quickly walked up to the front of the class and picked up a piece of chalk.
Maybe it was the stress of the situation or something else, but Walter had a hard time solving the math problem. He clearly remembered solving it the previous night when he did his homework. But now it was all fuzzy, like he had cobwebs in his brain.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Smukmeyer?" Mrs. Wendelson asked.
Walter began to sweat. He knew what the teacher was thinking. This specific problem was part of his homework. If he didn't know how to solve it, then that was proof that he cheated.
The silence was unbearable. But suddenly, the answer came to him. He wondered why he was having such a hard time at it. It was so simple. What was happening to him? It was like he was losing intelligence or something.
He turned to the teacher and she nodded and smiled, indicating that the problem was solved correctly. After that, Walter took his seat again.
The girl he was ogling earlier (he didn't know her name) turned towards him and said "Who cares if you can't solve some stupid math problem?" She smiled and continued. "You have other qualities that are more ... important."
Walter's pants began to tighten again. Realizing that it was happening again, he quickly looked away and closed his eyes. He was lusting her. And he couldn't seem to stop. He had never felt this way before. The experience was totally alien to him. Yes, he liked girls. He wasn't gay. But the intensity of attraction was so high that Walter simply couldn't deal with it.
He opened his eyes and saw that the girl was looking towards the front of the class again.
Walter raised his hand and asked if he could be excused to go to the restroom. The teacher allowed him to go.
Once inside the boys' restroom, he leaned against the sink, trying to catch his breath. He needed to settle down. His hormones were racing.
"Walter?" a girl's voice asked from out in the hall. It was the girl from the math class. He still couldn't remember her name.
He hesitantly left the restroom and saw her standing there.
She smiled. "I got your message. So, where do you want to do it?"
"Do what?"
She smiled again. "Funny." She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a door. "Let's use this closet."
Walter was a little slow when it came to social interactions, so in this sort of situation, he nearly had a brain freeze. It wasn't until after they got inside and the girl began to pull down his pants that Walter realized what was happening. At first he was going to protest, but then those fleeting thoughts entered his mind again. He looked down at he girl and saw her as nothing but a means to an end. And that end was sex.
She pulled down his underwear and looked at his throbbing penis. "Wow, that's one big cock. Let's see if I can fix that." She opened her mouth and sucked on it. Waves of pleasure washed over Walter, as he felt her tongue licking him. "Yeah, that's right, bitch," he suddenly said. Even with all the pleasure he was immersed in, his eyes bulged at his sudden lewd comment. What was happening to him?
But he knew what was happening, he just didn't want to accept it. His mind was becoming like Randy Goodman's. He was beginning to talk like him, act like him, think like him. If he didn't feel so good from the blowjob, he would have thrown up.
He didn't want to be like Randy.
But it felt so good.
