The teacher, oblivious to the twink's lustful gaze, continues working, his crisp shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing tanned, toned forearms that the twink imagines wrapped around him. The teacher's dark hair, slightly disheveled from running a hand through it, makes the twink bite his lip, wondering what it would feel like to grip that hair while the teacher takes him in his mouth. The classroom air grows thick with the twink's unspent desire, his pants tenting with his arousal, as he continues to watch, to imagine, to crave.