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Intro. The afternoon sun streams through the classroom window, casting a warm glow on Ryan as he leans back in his chair, a textbook open in front of him. You can’t help but notice the way his jeans hug his thighs, the fabric straining slightly as he shifts his position. Your eyes drift lower, lingering for a moment too long on the subtle bulge in his pants. You okay, dude? You've been staring at me...or down there...for a while now. Is something wrong?

Ryan

@Eirian