"If you don't bring up your algebra grades you are going to be grounded until you do."
I had just brought home a test that I had to get signed by my mom. I got a D. I tried to explain that I was still making a C in the class, but she didn't seem to care.
"From now home, you're to come straight home from school. Do you hear? No basketball, no hanging with your friends. Straight home. Then you will sit down and spend from 2:45 to 4:00 doing algebra. Then you can take a short break and do the rest of your homework. Do you understand?"
Understand what? That I'm in prison?
"What if I don't have that much homework? We don't have homework every night you know." Well we do, but I wasn't going to admit that.
"Then I will give you problems to do. You are going to spend one hour every day on algebra until you bring your grades up. Now sit down and get started.
Now!"
Jeeze.
The next day at school I was complaining to Cooper. He sits next to me in algebra. It's the only class we have together, so I don't know him that well. I just know he hates Mr. Anderson as much as I do. Mr. Anderson is our algebra teacher.
"So I have to spend 1 hour hour and 15 minutes everyday on algebra. Even if I finish my homework, my mom is going to give me extra problems."
"Dude, it sucks to be you."
"Yeah."
A few days later, I get a C- on a quiz. Cooper gets a D, like I usually do.
I proudly show it to my mom, but she doesn't let me out of the after school prison. Next day at school Cooper asks me the details of my prison. He says his dad is mad at him for making D's all of a sudden. So what happens is his mom talks to my mom and they agree that Cooper will come over to my house every day after school and share prison with me.
"This is for studying only. No fooling around," my mom warns. Like we could do anything when she is in the room the entire time. I mean we can't even talk.
After a few days, when we are finished and just hanging out, Cooper says, "You know this really sucks."
"Yeah."
"We need to figure out a plan."
"A plan to do what?" I ask.
"A plan to get Mr. Anderson."
"To get him what?"
"To get him to stop giving so much work and making this so hard. He goes way too fast."
I agreed. "So what kind of plan are you thinking about?" I mean if he's talking about killing the guy or something, I'm not interested.
"Blackmail!"
"Blackmail? Blackmail how?"
"I don't know," he says. "We need to get something on him. To make him give us good grades."
"Well if I suddenly got A's my mom would be suspicious."
"Yeah stupid. I mean like C's or maybe a few B's. Just enough to get my dad off my ass." Yeah, I agreed. We let the conversation go onto another subject.
In algebra the next day, Cooper is excited about something. "I'll tell you after school," he tells me. Well all that does is make the rest of the day drag on. Finally, the day ends. As we walk over to my house, he asks, "Did you watch the news last night?"
"No." Duh, I never watch the news.
"Well a kid said that Michel Jackson had molested him."
"Molested him?"
"Yeah. Played with his dick, jacked him off or something."
"Yeah. So?"
"So what if we said that Mr. Anderson molested one of us?"
"Mr. Anderson would never do that." I mean I hate the guy, but he sure didn't act like a pervert to me. Not that I have any idea what a pervert acts like.
"No. But what if we SAID he did."
"Huh?"
"What if like I said I needed help and he agreed to tutor me after school. Then when we were alone, I could freak out and pretend that he grabbed my dick. I would tell him that I was going to tell my parents, unless he started giving me good grades."
"Mr. Anderson would never grab your dick," I say. I guess I still didn't understand where this was going.
"Dumbass. I would only SAY he grabbed my dick."
"I don't know. I think they might send him to jail of something if he grabbed your dick. Anyway, why would he want to grab your ugly dick?" No, I had never seen Cooper's dick. It was just an expression.
Suddenly I get the shock of my life. Cooper grabs MY dick. Second shock: I have a boner. Why the hell I have a boner, I don't know. Talking about grabbing dicks I guess. But the real question is why the hell did Cooper grab my dick?
I push his hand away. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"See it freaked you out. Think about how freaked out you would be if Mr. Anderson did that."
"Why the fuck did you grab my dick?" I ask for the second time.
"Why the fuck did you have a boner?" he asks me.
"Fuck you. Perv."
"I wasn't the one with a boner," he says.
"I wasn't the one grabbing dicks." I decide to get revenge. I grab his dick. Fuck! He has a boner. He doesn't push my hand away. In fact, he grabs my hand and makes it go up and down on his dick, like a jacking off motion.
"Oh, baby...."
I pull my hand away. "Fuck you fag."
He laughs. "Looks like you liked it." He reaches over to grab my dick, still a boner. In fact, now a super hard boner. I deflect him and run. He runs. We end up racing to my house. As we go in and start our algebra, we act like nothing happened.
After doing our homework, when we are just talking, he brings it up again. "So you think the blackmail would work?"
"No, dude, I don't want the guy to go to jail or anything."
"No. I wouldn't tell anybody. Only threaten to."
"I don't know man."
"So you think of something," he challenges me.
Well I can't think or anything right then. Mainly because I am thinking about dick grabbing! Why did he do it? Why DID I have a boner? Did I like it? I think I did. I know I did! So now what the hell does THAT mean?
Next day after school, on the way to my house, he brings it up again.
"What if we could take a picture of Mr. Anderson? Then like change it on the computer and make it look like he was doing bad stuff or something. Then we could use that to blackmail him."
"Ok. What kind of picture?"
"I don't know. Do you have a camera?"
"Yeah. Well I don't but my rents do."
"Is it digital?" He asks.
"No. Regular."
"No good. I will see if my old man will let me use his digital camera."
Well, I'm not sure what is plan is, but I guess I will figure it out.
The next day, Cooper brings in his dads digital camera to algebra class. He gets permission and takes pictures of Mr. Anderson and some of the other people too, so he wouldn't be suspicious. After school, he asks me to come over to spend the night at his house on Friday, so we can work on our blackmail plan. After the homework session at my house, I ask my mom and she says ok.
So Friday, after school, we both have to go to my house first to do our algebra homework. It doesn't take until four, but my mom gives us extra problems to fill up the time. Jeeze!
So finally, we get to his house. He's very lucky; he's got a computer IN HIS ROOM! How cool is that? He shows me that he put some pictures of Mr. Anderson in his computer from his digital camera. "So now all we need is a picture of one of us naked to put next to him."
"What?" A pictures of one of us NAKED?
"Yeah. I can take a picture of you naked with the digital camera. Then I can put it into the computer. Then I can make it look like you are in the classroom, with Mr. Anderson, only you are naked. Come on."
"No way. I'm not getting naked. I'm not letting you take a picture of me naked."
"Why not?" he asks.
"Fuck you!"
"Look, we have to get his naked picture so we can blackmail Mr. Anderson. So you take a picture of me naked." What the hell is going on here? He's got his shirt off and hands me the camera.
"You know how to use it?" he asks.
I look it over. I have no idea. "I'm not sure."
"So, I'll take the picture. You get undressed." He grabs back the camera.
"No way perv. Just show me how to use the fucking camera." I hold out my hand for the camera. I mess around with it until I understand. By then he is in his boxers.
"Ready?" he asks, a little nervous. I can understand why he was nervous; he was about to get naked in front of me. Plus I had a camera. The question was why was I nervous? I was so nervous, I was shaking.
"Yeah, I'm ready." He hooks his hand in his boxers to pull them down.
"Ready?" he asks again.
"Yeah. Just do it."
He's about to pull them down. But he can't do it. "Shit. This is too weird," he says.
I put down the camera. "Yeah. That's why I didn't want to do it."
He looks at me. "You didn't want to do it because you're just a pussy."
"I don't see you doing it."
"Fuck you. I'm going to do it. Get the fucking camera ready. You ready?"
"Yeah." I'm hard as a rock.
Booooing. Out pops his boner. He has a boner too! It's huge. Well, so is mine. No wonder he was freaked. He pulls off his boxers and stands there. "Hurry, take the damn picture." I take it.
He grabs his boxers and shorts and pulls them on. He grabs the camera and sits down at his computer. I find myself looking at, admiring his naked upper body. Jeeze, what just happened to me? I'm in shock I guess. It was the first boner I ever saw; other than my own of course.
"Shit man, the picture is all blurry. You have to hold the camera still. You're an idiot. I'll take the picture, you get naked."
"Fuck you. No way. I'm not getting naked. I'll take a better picture. YOU get naked."
He agrees. I guess I was so nervous I was shaking too much to take a steady picture. Shit, I'm still nervous about getting to see him naked.
"Ready?" he asks.
"Yeah." I hold my breath so I don't shake so much. He pulls them both down in one motion and kicks them to the side. He still has a boner! He poses. I take the picture. He dresses and sits at the computer.
"Fuck you spaz. The picture is still blurry."
"Sorry." I did the best I could.
"I did it twice. Now you have to do it. Come on, man, I did it twice."
Well, he's right. He did it twice. And I screwed up twice. Although I am nervous and freaked out, I sort of want to get naked in front of him. The camera I could do without, but it is my turn.
I take a deep breath. "Ok."
"Good." He looks happy. Is he happy that he doesn't have to do it again? Or is he happy because he gets to see me naked? I strip.
I'm don't trust my voice to say `ready,' so I just pull off my boxers and stand there, my boner sticking straight out. Suddenly it doesn't look as big as I wish it was.
He takes a picture. I am frozen in position. "Ok. I got it. You can get dressed now." Oh yeah, good idea. I pull on my boxers and shorts and leave my shirt and socks off, just like he did.
He makes it go into the computer. Then he spends forever messing around, trying to cut it out from the background. It's funny looking at yourself on the computer. Especially when the picture is a naked picture of you with a boner. I mean it was totally, probably the weirdest thing I had ever done in my life. No, not probably. Definitely.
"This isn't going to work," he finally says.
"Why not?"
"Because I have to cut you out of the background. But it's too hard. What we need is a totally white background." He looks around his room. I look. There's not white space big enough to stand in front of. "Come on." We look around his house.
"We can take the picture off the wall and then it will be ok."
I think I get what's he's saying. "I'm not getting naked in your living room." No way.
"Not now stupid. After my rents are asleep."
"I don't think so."
"Don't you want an A in Algebra?"
"First I want a B, not an A. Nobody would ever believe I got an A. Second, I'm not sure this blackmail thing is even a good idea. Third, you get naked, I'll take the picture."
"Ok, but if you fuck it up again, then you have to pose and I'll take the picture."
I don't have anyway to get out of it, so I agree.
His parents go to bed around 10:00. Their lights go out under their door around 11:00. At midnight, we make our way, wearing only our boxers, to the living room. I have a boner. He does too; or at least a semi. We turn on the lights, then go back down the hall to make sure they are in the dark. As soon as we get back, we pulls off his boxers. Yes! He has a boner too. He doesn't seem freaked out about it this time. I take the picture as best as I can. He puts on his boxers and we go into his room. I notice he leaves the picture down and the lights on in the living room. I guess he's pretty sure we will be back.
My picture sucks. We go back. I strip. He shoots. I'm once again on the computer, naked and hard. He messes with it for about an hour, then gives up. "It's not going to work. We will have to think of something else. Damn, I hate algebra."
I sleep on a pile of blankets and sleeping bags on the floor, he sleeps on his bed. About 10 minutes after we turn out the lights, I can here him jacking off! I lay as silent as I can. I can't see up on his bed, but there's no doubt what he's doing. He comes. I hear him clean up and roll over. I can't wait any longer. I slip down my boxers and go for it. As soon as I come as quietly as I can, I wipe my sperm on a blanket and go to sleep.
In the morning, neither one of us says anything about jacking, but I'm pretty sure he knew I did it too. We talk a little more about blackmailing Mr. Johnson, but don't get any new ideas. As few days later, as we walk to my house after school for our forced math homework time, he comes up with an idea.
"The problem with the pictures we took of us," he means the naked, boner pictures, "Is the lighting is too different from the classroom. What we need, is to take a picture of one of us in the classroom."
One of us? That means me. "Get naked in Mr. Anderson's classroom? Are you completely out of your mind?" I ask.
"We can do it after school, after everyone is gone."
"No fucking way. I'm the one who has to get naked and I'm not going to do it."
"Ok, I'll get naked first. To prove it is safe. Then you can do it, and I'll take your picture."
"No." No way. Getting caught naked at school, is something you only think about in a nightmare. And I was awake. No fucking way.
He asks "Why not?" Is he serious?
"It's not safe."
"We will wait until everybody is gone. Then I will stand at the door as look out. I swear no one will see you. I will go first, to prove it's safe."
Get naked in a classroom? I don't even get naked in the locker room. "No."
He thinks. "Ok to prove it is safe, I will get naked first. Then I will jack off. That will prove it's safe."
You know how, when you're playing a PS2 game, you can hit Pause, whenever you need to stop the game. Well right now I needed a pause button for real life. There was way too much stuff happening in my head. I think he said he would jack off after school in Mr. Anderson's classroom. That means I would get to see him do it. I would get to watch another guy come. The idea made my dick so hard, it was ready to bust out.
"So?" he asks again. How long was I pausing?
"I'll think about it," I manage to squeak out.
Somehow I get through our homework algebra session. I'm glad it was an easy assignment today. After, he says, "Well?"
"I said I'm thinking about it."
"Ok. Tell you mom that I got detention tomorrow and have to stay after school; that you want to wait with me so we can come over here and do our homework together. That will give us time to check out the school.
"Ok." Wait. What did I just agree too? Ok, just to check out the room after school.
We check it out. The school gets deserted in the wing where Mr. Anderson's room is. Totally deserted. I'm still afraid, but, it sounds like it might be fun to watch Cooper jack off. No, not might be fun. Will be fun. Every time I think about it, I bone up, big-time.
So on the way home, Cooper discusses the details of the picture and the blackmail. "Then we can be sure and get good grades. Well that was cool, but my main thought was on getting to watch Cooper jackoff. To see him come. The B in algebra would just be a bonus.
The next day, on the way walking to my house, he shows me a list of all the after school activities that he got from the office. We pick a day the next week, where not too much is going on. Neither one of us wants to get caught. It means another week of homework sessions with my mom. Jeeze, we have been planning this blackmail for 5 weeks now.
I am nervous when the day comes to actually do it. Scared shitless might describe my feelings a little more accurately. We hide in the bathrooms for 30 minutes. I so want to jack off when we are there. We quietly sneak into Mr. Anderson's room. I stand by the door, peeking out the little window to make sure it's safe. He quickly strips naked.
"Still clear?"
"Yes," I reply.
He sits on the desk and starts to jack his already hard dick. Even though I'm supposed to watch to see if anyone's coming, all I want to do is watch to see him coming. I keep looking back and forth from the window to him. This is so worth it.
The next thing I know, he is shooting sperms. I missed the first shot, but watch the rest. He looks at me and smiles. "Ok, your turn." Without cleaning up, he gets dressed.
I wait until he is dressed and goes back to the lookout spot at the door. I strip, hornier than I'd ever been in my life. I stand there. He takes a picture. "Wait. Let me take a couple more. To make sure." I stand there some more. I grab my dick and start to jack it. I didn't plan it; I didn't think about it, I just did it. I was not in control of my hand or dick any longer. As I jack, he watches. Boom, I shoot up to my face. All the fucking way to my face. I wipe it with my hand and quickly dress as we both giggle. Yes, giggle; not laugh like guys, but giggle like girls.
Now we have to study at my house. I plan to go over to his house on Friday to sleep over and examine the blackmail picture after he finishes it. I can't believe we just watched each other jack off. I loved it.
Well after school, and after studying on Friday we finally get to his house.
He shows me the picture of me naked standing next to Mr. Anderson. It looks unreal. This would not fool anybody. We try to decide if we should use it anyway. We don't really think it will work, but Cooper wants to try it anyway. "But then Mr. Anderson will see a picture of me naked." Duh, I just realized this.
"Yeah. So?"
"So, I'm not sure I want him to see that. What if he tells my parents or something?" Why the hell didn't I think of all this before?"
We argue about it and finally agree to try to think of another blackmail plan.
As we get ready for sleep and he turns off the overhead light in his room, he asks, "Want to jack?" Holey shit! That's what I'd been think of even since we did it in the classroom.
"Yeah," I say trying to sound bored about it. He leaves the little bed light on as he lays on his bad and pulls his boxers down. Darn, I don't have a great view from the floor. But he sure has a great view of me as I start to jack. That makes me excited, knowing he is watching me. I come first and then sit up a little to watch him come. Boy, it's a lot of fun to watch. He hands me tissues as he grabs some for himself. We each clean and go to sleep.
We put our blackmailing discussion on hold Monday and Tuesday as we have a big chapter test to prepare for in algebra. I'm not really thinking much about blackmail; I'm mainly thing about watching Cooper jack off. And him watching me.
We get our tests back on Thursday. I get a B+. Not a B, a B+. I earned it. By myself. On my own. With no blackmail.
Crazy, isn't it.