In Daddy's Office

Crying or nah?

  He darted through the narrow wooden corridors, searching left and right for the lavatory. He succeeded in this task rather quickly, for the restrooms were near the entrance of the schoolhouse. He rushed in and hurried to stand in front on a urinal. As he relieved himself, he took note of how clean the place was. He had been expecting dust and grime all over the place, but the schoolhouse seemed just as clean as the actual school.

  They're good at cleaning I'll give them that, thought Gakushū to himself. The E class did not have a janitor paid to clean the schoolhouse. The students either had to clean it themselves or sit around in a dirty classroom.

  Gakushū washed his hands then made his way to the door. He walked towards the door to outside. In doing so, he passed by the classroom the E class was taught in. He had passed the classroom when he had first arrived but he was in such a hurry he had missed an important detail. A student still remained in the classroom. It was Karma. He was hunched over on his chair, head on the desk. His shoulders and back seemed to be heaving. He looked to be breathing heavily. Is Karma crying? Wondered Gakushū. He felt a pang of guilt when he that Karma may be crying because of yesterday's incident.

  Gakushū made up his mind that he was going to apologize right now, as he had planned from the start. He slowly cautiously walked up to Karma, hoping for him to notice. He didn't. Karma kept his head down on the desk, all the while shoulders shaking. Gakushū was truly confused. On any ordinary day, Karma would have noticed him coming from a mile away but Gakushū still approached, unnoticed. When he was finally directly behind Karma's chair he hesitated for a moment, then tapped Karma's shoulder lightly. Karma nearly fell out of his chair in surprise. His neck snapped around to see who was there.

  "G-Gakushū?!" Cried Karma. Karma sat in his chair, slack jawed as Gakushū assessed the situation. He checked Karma's face. There was no trace of tears, his face was only a bit red. Gakushū proceeded to look him over, trying to find out what was wrong. Within a few seconds, Gakushū had spotted the problem, although you couldn't really call it a problem. Wrapped in his hand was Karma's still hard dick. His hand coated in precum. Karma had been masturbating.

Oh wow writing this is so embarrassing.