To those who are underage: read this and i'll punch your lights out.
Detention with Adam by Nigel
Ryan tried not to look bored while the Algebra II teacher droned on about binomials and trinomials. He rested his head on his palm and gazed around the room. Alex was sleeping and Daphne was snoring on his shoulder. Joey was drawing cartoons as usual, and Angelique was playing Snake on her cell phone. It wasn't fair that kids in the back row could sleep and stuff, thought Ryan, and not get caught while the kids in the front row had to--
SLAM!
"Ryan Bauer! Are you listening to me?"
Ryan jumped at the sound of the ruler smacking the overhead and his name being shouted.
"Huh?" he said. "Oh, yeah."
The teacher resumed her lecture on the bi/tri nomials and Ryan returned to gazing around the room. His eyes passed over Adam, the teacher's aide, who had his back to him and was bending over to pick up a pen.
Ryan did a double take and popped a boner.
Adam had retrieved his pen and sat down in the chair next to the teacher's desk, which the teacher was not currently occupying. The teacher was standing at the overhead looking directly at Ryan.
Ryan glanced towards her. "Oh shit," he muttered.
"Ryan Bauer! I asked you a question! What's the answer to number 5?"
Ryan quickly glanced down at his paper. He had only done numbers 3 and 4 and drawn a picture of a monkey.
"Uh. x (x+2)(x-2)" he said, making something up.
"Detention!"
"Damn," he said.
She handed him the detention slip. He looked at it and discovered, to his dismay, that it was for 1 hour after school that day.
"Damn," he said again.
The teacher finished her lecture and gave them an assignment to complete. Ryan opened his book and began doing the problems, not really paying attention to what he was doing, until he realized that he was doing the wrong page.
"Damn," he said again.
The teacher looked up from her papers and glared at him.
The bell rang and the students hurriedly filed out of the room. Ryan watched them jealously.
"Haa, you've got detention with Mrs. Crabapple," said Joey.
Ryan shook his fist at him.
Once they were gone, he was left alone with the teacher (Mrs. Crabapple) and the aide (Adam).
He continued to work doggedly at his bi/tri nomial problems (the right ones) and when he paused to gaze out the window, Mrs. Crabapple barked at him to get back to work.
"Hmph," Ryan hmphed. He erased the answer to number 7. He worked on, factoring those polynomials, and was aware of the phone ringing. He pretended to work but instead listened to Mrs. Crabapple yapping on the phone.
"Hello, room 329. Yes. Yes. No. [gasp] She WHAT?!!!" Oh. oh of course. Yes, I'll be there as soon as possible. Thank you for telling me, Mr. Peabody." Click.
She hung up and turned to Adam. "My daughter has been in a car wreck on I-65 and is in the hospital. I've got to run." She began gathering up her teacher things. "Will you do me a favor and watch Bauer here for the rest of the time? I'm sorry, I really have to go." And before Adam could agree, she zoomed out, slamming the door behind her.
Adam eyed Ryan warily, who gazed happily back. Oh boy, the witch-bitch was gone.
Adam pulled up a chair to Ryan's desk. "How are you doing," he said.
"Not bad," replied Ryan, remembering Adam's cute ass, and feeling a stirring down below the belt.
"Do you understand the polynomials?" Adam asked.
Ryan looked down at his work. "No," he said. "And whats the difference between a binomial and a trinomial? And is such thing as a. uh. one-nomial? I mean, single-nomial? No, wait, homonomial?"
Adam cracked up. "Homonomial?" he repeated. "No."
"Oh."
Adam patted Ryan's knee. "Oh well, you'll get it soon."
Ryan could feel his ears turning red and his dick pulsing. "What grade are you in?" he asked.
"Junior," replied Adam. "And what are you, a sophomore?"
"Yeah, that's right."
There was an uncomfortable silence. Ryan's face was still bright red, as it usually was when he was aroused.
"Are you okay?" asked Adam, looking concerned. "You're all flushed."
"Yeah. it's just a bit hot in here, ya know?"
Adam gave him a funny look. Ryan was wearing a thick hoodie.
"Then why are you wearing that hoodie?"
"Because I'm cold?" said Ryan.
"Okay then," replied Adam, who was getting confused.
Ryan was desperately trying to adjust himself without being to conspicuous. Adam watched him squirm and said, "Are you sure you're okay?"
Ryan, getting frustrated, finally yelled, "No, I have a freakin boner, okay?" and blushed even more.
Adam could feel his own dick getting hard, and got up and walked away from Ryan in order to hide it.
Hairy eskimos, he thought, and his boner went down. He got a pencil from Mrs. Crabtree's desk and went back over to Ryan, who had stood up for no apparent reason, whose dick was tenting the front of his pants.
Oh crap, thought Adam as he himself became hard.
"Well, are you just going to stand there gawking or would you like some help with that?" sneered Ryan, walking forward and placing his hand over Adam's boner. __________
Will be continued next installment! Kisses, Nigel - bluepeasoup@hotmail.com (Comments are appreciated)