Desperate Times 8
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Well, I can't stay here all day. Holding my bag over my crotch; I make my way to the door. With every step, I can feel the material of my shirt brushing against my sensitive cock head. Before opening the door, I look down and see a very noticeable wet patch over my cock head. Fuck, how am I going to hide this? The bag-over-the-crotch technique already makes me look awkward. I'm really starting to think letting Dillion and Alan take my boxers was a bad idea.
Hurrying out the door to the computer lab, I almost bump into a short boy on the way to his lesson. Noticing the mass of students to my right; I decide to go left. Best to avoid crowds while I've still got a noticeable bulge in my trousers. Going down the seldom-used stairwell at the back of the technology block, I replay the events of break time over my head. How can nerds have such big cocks? Stereotypes have lead me to believe that they avoid sports to hide their unfit bodies and small dicks. To be honest, they're both bigger than Lee. Alan might even be thicker, but I'd need to get a closer look to really determine that. Wait, am I actually thinking about trying to get a closer look at Alan Hoods dick? I mean, it's only for size comparison, but still; gross. Jogging down the empty stairwell, thinking about cocks has done nothing to help my own. Not even thinking about greasy Alan.
Leaving the building into the blinding, mid-day sun; I wonder what to do next. The back of the technology building faces away from the main school. A path snakes its way around to the front and towards my third period; English. I should be heading that way, but in my current state of horniness, I know there's no point. I'm not going to be taking anything in. Hell, I never paid any attention this morning and that was before what happened at break. Besides, it's Mr Bennet. All that's going to happen is we're going to be working from revision guides while he plays some clips about Shakespear from YouTube. Nope, there's absolutely no reason for me to go to English.
So, if I'm not going to English; Where am I going to go?
Looking to the right, beyond the small playing field, lies the now unused Humanities building. When the school was smaller it housed English, Geography and History lessons. However, six years ago, the school got some massive investment and whole new buildings were erected; completely modernising the school. Most of the old school was knocked down, bit by bit, but the Humanities building was kept to house lessons for the subjects who were having their buildings built a new.
Obviously, it's all locked and boarded up tightly. However, everyone on the football team knows there's a busted fire door at the back, leading you into one of the classrooms. The rumour being Lee and some of the others would take their girls there for some sexual fun times. Although, I now know - at least part of it - isn't true.
Checking to make sure no teachers or other staff are around, I make a quick walk across the field to the abandoned building. With one more look around I sneak behind the back and to the slightly ajar fire exit. I admit; I've never actually tried this before. I mean, I've never needed to. Never had a girl to take here. Don't sneak off for a smoke at lunch or break, hell, I've never even ditched classes before. So, thankfully the busted fire door isn't just a rumour.
Opening the door, I cautiously poke my head in first; making sure there's no one actually using it. Thankfully, it's empty, except for the rows of single desks with chairs. Apparently if the exam halls too full some students get put in here as a sort of overflow parking kind of system. Probably why they haven't had it knocked down with the other old buildings.
Walking into the eerily quiet classroom, I go to the front and sit on the big comfy teacher chair. I mean, that's the first thing any student would do, right? Finally letting out a breath and relaxing; I take a moment to enjoy the silence. Looking around, it's obvious no one's been here in a while. Dust travels along the sunbeams streaming in from the windows. The few books leftover from when it was used as a classroom are starting to yellow and there's a slight smell of damp in the air, despite it being the middle of summer. Not great to have lessons in, but for somewhere to hide and shoot a load; it'll do.
Looking down at my crotch, my half chubbed cock's still pretty noticeable in my trousers. It's gone down enough to have slipped past my waistband, but not enough to be hidden. How do people go around commando without being extremely self-conscious about everyone noticing their dick? I mean, yeah, it feels really .. sexy. But I couldn't do it on a daily basis.
Deciding to take advantage of my alone time; I rub my left thumb down the length of my cloth-covered cock. It gives a grateful twitch, blood returning to it again, the conflicting feelings of pleasure and desperate need flowing from my balls. After two hours of fantasising about Lee and Bobby, followed by watching a personal sex show - all with minimal contact of my own dick - the slightest of touches is all it takes to send a shiver of pleasure through me. I so need to cum!
Taking my thumb away I just let it bounce inside my trousers; feeling the desire. I've got like, two hours, so no need to rush this. I can just chill and enjoy myself.
Closing my eyes I think back to the last few days: Seeing my neighbour in the bathroom; wanking in front of Bobby; wanking with Lee; seeing my neighbour again; sucking off both Bobby and Wayne; watching Dillion and Alan. Some really great moments, and some not so great. All horny though. I'm still not sure if I really enjoyed the way Wayne treated me, to be honest. Even though I'm pretty sure it's just a macho facade, I don't really appreciate being treated like a ... well, like a slut. Just a mouth to be used. However, I did really enjoy my times with Bobby. As a plus, he also seems keen to have some more fun together. Hmmm, there's an idea; Bobby's in my English class.
Getting my phone out of my pocket; I quickly message Bobby. I know it's a long shot, him probably already being in class and all, but the opportunities too good to miss!
`Hey dude, come to the old Humanities building. Decided to bunk off English. Need company.' As I said; long shot. Technically we shouldn't have phones out in class, however, Mr Bennet doesn't really pay much attention. Long as you're quiet he doesn't seem to care. Hopefully, Bobby's not too much of a goody-good to be actually working.
With the message sent a naughty thought enters my head; maybe I should also invite Lee and make it a three-way. I have to laugh. I don't even know if Lee will be willing to do more than be wank buddies, let alone get into a hot, in school, threesome. However, I should message Lee. I've got his number, but he still hasn't got mine.
Looking through my contacts on Whatsapp I don't see Lee. With a furrowed brow I look to see if he's put himself as his surname - Metcaff - but no luck there either. Maybe he didn't actually put his number in. Maybe he's been leading me on all this time. In a slight panic, I move from relaxing on the big teacher chair to sitting upright. Maybe it's in my contacts, but not in Whatsapp for some reason. Checking Lee and Metcaff in my contacts also comes up short. In desperation, I go through each contact, one by one, to see if he'd put himself under some weird name.
Almost running out of contacts, I'm also losing hope. That is until I get to W' and what do you know? Wanker ;)' is the very last contact. Fucking prick, probably thought he was being so, fucking, hilarious. Give me a fucking panic attack.
I thought about leaving it as `Wanker ;)' for a moment but decided I'd better not. Don't need to be explaining that one.
Changing it to the more simple, and boring, Lee', I send him a message. Hey Lee, it's Tim.' I'm tempted to add some sort of innuendo, or something sexual, but I don't know who might be looking over his shoulder when he receives this, so better not.
Shortly after sending my message to Lee, I get a reply from Bobby: wondering where you were' some of us are stuck in english so cant just fuck off' Thankfully Bobby's a little rebel at heart. `Just ask to go library. I doubt he'll say no to you.' Probably because Bobby's the good, quiet kid, teachers - especially Mr Bennet - have a habit of accepting whenever Bobby asks to do anything. Or maybe it's because of his brother, Wayne's, reputation that gets him special treatment. Either way, he has a habit of being treated a little better than the rest of us.
Waiting three minutes, checking twitter to pass the time so I'm not just staring at Whatsapp, Bobby finally replies: out of english just got to not get caught' Sweet! You know about the fire door?' `Yeah almost on the field'
Now that Bobby's on his way, how do I make sure this turns sexual? I know Bobby's said he'd like to have more fun with me, however, what people are comfortable saying in a message and what they're comfortable saying or doing face to face, can be completely different. Not to say that I wouldn't love to just hang with Bobby, but at the moment I need more than just a casual chat.
Well, I know one sure-fire way to get my desires across. Moving to the front of the teacher's desk, I unbutton my trousers and let them fall to the floor - pooling around my ankles - my hard dick bouncing around in the air. Foreskin fully pulled back, wet, angry red head sticking out in front of me, pointing to the back of the classroom. I'm sure he'll understand. However, does it look a bit stupid? Just standing here, hard dick slightly covered by my shirt, trousers covering my feet? You know what? Fuck it!
Throwing my blazer onto a desk in front of me, I quickly strip out of my tie and shirt, leaving my pasty,
pale torse exposed. I know I've got nothing to be ashamed about in the body department, however, I've never had the confidence to walk around with my shirt off. Possibly has something to do with hanging with guys who've got chiselled abs and muscular pecs. Next to them, I'm scrawny. Plus, I now look a bit stupid, what with a tanned face, neck and arms, but a completely white stomach and chest. Makes me look like I've got a 24/7 t-shirt on.
Bending over, I get my shoes and socks off, followed by fully removing my trousers. Being on the football team, I'm used to getting naked at school, however, that's usually in the changing rooms. Feels a bit ... kinkier to be doing it in a classroom. Even if that classroom is pretty much abandoned.
Sitting on the teacher's desk, legs fully spread, Bobby can't have a single doubt to what I want to do. With no fan or ventilation - opening the windows might be a bit suspicious for anyone walking by - it's pretty hot in here. I can feel the sweat starting to run down my sides from my pits. A slight shimmer appearing on my flat stomach.
Movement outside takes my focus away from my body, eyes drawn to the broken fire exit, hoping it'll be Bobby that walks through, not some rando. Fuck, I really hope it's Bobby and not a teacher, or caretaking staff. My dick droops just a little as fear stings at my chest.
Couple seconds later the fire door slowly, carefully opens. Light streams in along with a dark brown mop of hair and green eyes. A cute snubbed nose and wide smile complete Bobby's face as he fully enters the previously unused classroom. He moves his 5'6" frame till he's in line with me, a row of tables acting as a corridor, leading him to my waiting cock. I slowly release the breath I've been holding in anticipation of the worst. Maybe a bit pessimistic, but better to be prepared than sorry.
"Hey there." Bobby's dimpled smile beams at me. "Hey dude, how's it going?" Not the smoothest line, but I'm not afraid to admit this is a completely new situation for me. "Heh, it's going pretty good thanks. You look very ... comfortable" Bobby looks me up down, taking in the nudity being presented for his pleasure. "Well, yeah. It's pretty hot in here; thought it'd feel better without clothes." I try to give him a sexy look with my eyes. "Ha, ha! How's it working out for you?" Bobby's dimples get more pronounced the wider he smiles. It's so fucking cute. "How about you try it and find out?" I thought about ending it with a wink - it's what I'd do if I sent it as a message - however, that would be way too cheesy. "I think I might." Just the thought of getting to see Bobby naked, fully open for me to take in, gets my cock twitching.
Giving a quick glance to the door, Bobby starts to strip. First removing his black blazer, then his tie, his eyes staring deep into mine as he unbuttons his shirt and letting it slide from his shoulders, silently dropping to the floor. Bobby's own slim body is a bit like mine, just a little less definition in the pecs. Also, he seems to have a naturally darker skin tone than me, so even though his arms and legs are obviously more tanned than his torso and thighs, it doesn't look as ridiculous as my own pasty body.
Kicking off his shoes, he looks down to unbuckle his belt and unclasp his trousers. Letting them join his shirt, he steps out and away from his pile of clothes, now only in a pair of skimpy blue briefs and grey socks. A cute pair of briefs are a total match for Bobby. I think I'd be a bit disappointed if he wore anything else, to be honest. Even from the other side of the classroom, Bobby's hard bulge is unmistakable. I'm pretty sure I can also see the top of his pubes.
Looking back up to my eyes, Bobby bites his bottom lip seductively as his thumbs slide under the waistband of his briefs, pulling them away from the front of his body. I see his hard cock flick up before he bends over, hiding his cock from view as he removes the small piece of material down his hairy legs. With his briefs now at his feet, Bobby removes his socks and stands back upright. Taking another step forward, away from another pile of clothes; Bobby's hands first go to the sides of his thighs, before feeling their way around to his ass.
Now standing naked before me, his hard cock gently curving to point at the ceiling, the shyer Bobby that I've always known seems to make an appearance. Eyes downcast, his right foot rubbing his left leg. If not for the big smile on his face I'd think something was wrong.
"Hey, why don't you come over here?" The invitation is just what Bobby needs. Looking back up, he makes his way through the corridor of tables towards me. His feet making a slight padding sound on the carpet as his dick bobs in the air. His dimples' hidden in his blush.
Now in front of me, his hands reach up and touch my pecs, his palms flat against my hard nipples, sending a wave a pleasure through my body, ending in my twitching cock.
"Hey, Tim, can I tell you something?" Bobby looks up at me for a moment, before looking back at his hands now gently squeezing my chest, causing his palms to rub harder against my sensitive nipples. "Sure dude, you can tell me anything. At this point, I think we can be pretty open with each other." Bobby giggles as his eyes look back up into mine, not looking away this time. "It's just that, I've, uh, never really done this before." I'm not overly surprised. As amazingly cute as Bobby is, I've never noticed him really having many friends. Even amongst the football team, he's pretty much in the shadows. Shit, I've never even really noticed him in the changing rooms. "You're the first guy that's even seen me naked, let alone sucked my dick." Bobby looks away to my right, his hands moving down my body to rest on my hips. "If seeing you hard on the coach didn't make me so horny, we would not be here right now." His eyes look down at my current boner, hands moving along my smooth, pale thighs. "To be honest; my cock was hard the moment you sat next to me. Couldn't believe it when you did. Then seeing you try to hide your tented shorts, I just had to get a better look." Still smoothing my thighs, his eyes haven't left my throbbing, jerking, hard on. "Wait, do you mean the whole, switching seats thing, was so you could see my boner?" Is Bobby trying to tell me he was into me before Friday? "I know, pretty stupid. But, I thought it'd be my only chance to get to see your hard cock. Even if it was through your shorts. Heh, how wrong I was." Bobby's eyes go back to mine as his thumbs slightly stroke the edge of my ball sack, causing my testicles to rise up. "Hey, if I'd known such a cute guy was wanting to see my cock, I'd have shown you much sooner." We both smile at each other. "I mean, you're the first guy to see my hard cock too. Hopefully, the first to touch it as well." Bobby smile widens, deepening his dimples as his thumbs move up from my balls to touch the base of my shaft.
My dick throbs and bounces around in front of Bobby's face as the slightest of touches sends a shiver through my body. Bobby takes my cock in his right hand, a good inch of shaft and the head peeking over the top, his left thumb and ring finger circling the base, his palm resting on my balls, his fingers on my pubes. His fist starts slowly moving up, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive underside of my cock head, causing my whole body to convulse in pleasure. I place my hands flat on the desk behind me, steadying myself.
Bobby's thumb uses my precum cum to swirl over my head, forcing a guttural moan from deep in my chest. Bobby's eyes look up into my own, those damn adorable dimples and sexy smile almost enough to make me cum. If he'd been wanking me any faster he'd be sprayed with my jizz right now. However, as his hand travels back up my shaft it's obvious it won't take much longer at any speed to make me cum. I've never seen my dick so hard, veins bulging, head flared out, an almost constant stream of precum being pumped out. Wanking my own cock has never made my body feel so alive.
"Uh, Bobby. Not to ruin the moment or anything, but I'm really close to cumming." Bobby's thumb reaches my cock head again, tentatively moving over my piss slit, collecting up my spilt precum.
Letting go of my cock with his right hand, he moves his thumb to his mouth, a devilish smirk stretching his lips, parting them enough to let his thumb pass inside.
"Mmmm, sweet. You've been eating your fruit." My cock twitches out another load of precum as my mouth hangs open, wide-eyed.
Removing his thumb from his mouth, his right-hand returns to my cock, holding the shaft. Bobby leans over, slightly kneeling as he keeps eye contact with me, snaking out his tongue, placing it under my cock head, barely touching the sensitive skin. His hand moves my cock over his tongue, collecting all my precum before withdrawing his tongue back into his mouth. Swallowing hard.
It's taking everything I have not to start shooting. His tongue felt like velvet, delicately stimulating every nerve ending in my cock, sending my balls crazy, my skin alive with goosebumps. My knuckles are white from holding the edge of the table, my legs bent underneath, straining my muscles to keep my balls from emptying.
Bobby gives my cock two quick strokes, increasing the maddening tingle through my cock and balls. My toes curling, back arched; the buildup of pleasurable agony bursts through my resistance, waves of euphoria travel through me as I finally relax, feeling the cum travel through my cock as Bobby's thumb plays with the underside of the head.
With an animalistic growl, I unleash my load; my head forced back, eyes closed from the climactic pleasure of release. It feels like every cell in my body is tingling, forcing me to cum more as my hips thrust in Bobby's hands, desperate to unload every last drop.
Slowly, the pleasure
radiating from my cock begins to fade. Bobby's now wet hand, gently massages my shaft, encouraging whatever's left in my balls to seep out. Several shivers of aftershock orgasm go through my body, causing me to twitch out the last bit of tension in my muscles, leaving me limp and relaxed.
Opening my eyes, I look down to a wide, open grinning Bobby. I notice the straight, whiteness of his teeth for a second before taking in Bobby's cum soaked face. Streaks of long, creamy white travel from his chin all the way to the back of his head. I count four lines of my cum streaked through his dark brown hair, trailing across his eyes, nose and open mouth. Looking further down there's cum splattered over his chest, stomach and even some on his thighs.
"Shit, Tim, I knew you could shoot, but man that was a lot. You must have been super horny!" Bobby licks around his lips, catching some cum that's been dripping down his face. He gets more cum from his chest on his finger, putting it in his mouth, and sucking the jizz off. "Not bad, maybe next time I can get some from the tap," Bobby winks up at me.
I'm unable to reply. My breath is coming in deep, short rasps; my chest heaving with the effort to get oxygen into my body. I don't remember holding my breath, but with how much work my lungs are having to do I must have.
Getting up from his crouched position, Bobby starts looking around the classroom, hands held up, trying to keep my cum from falling to the carpeted floor.
"I don't think we thought this through," Bobby gives a slight giggle, "What we meant to clean up with?" I admit, I hadn't thought about that part, however, I do have a solution.
Managing to slide my ass off the desk, my hands keeping hold of the edge of the desk to steady my shaky legs. Standing in front of Bobby, he just comes up to my chin, causing him to have to tilt his head up to look me in the eyes. Standing there, covered in my cum, he looks so hot.
Maybe it's post orgasm brain, or I'm caught up in the moment, but, without thinking, I put my hands on either side of his face; his ears cradled between my thumbs and ring fingers, and I lean down towards him. For a moment, I press my lips against his, feeling the wet softness against my own.
Pulling back again, I see a blush behind the cum drying on Bobby's cheeks. His cheeks are also being stretched by a smile, a good indicator that the kiss went down well.
Moving to the other side of the desk, my now softening cock drips a last drop of cum onto the worn carpet, dislodged by the movement of my cock; I wonder if any will notice the cum stains. I doubt this place actually gets cleaned anymore, so I suspect it'll stay there till the building gets torn down.
Reaching under the desk, I pull out my bag. Setting it on the chair, I reach in and pull out my towel. Always bring a towel on training days.
"You not brought a towel for training?" I throw the towel to Bobby from across the table. "Naw, not going tonight. Don't really see much of a point. No one will notice." Bobby wipes the cum off his face first, followed by getting as much off his chest and legs as he can. "I'll notice." I look at the now, less cummy, Bobby with a smile. "Heh, thanks." With as much cum removed as possible, Bobby puts the towel on the desk. "Come take a seat." I move the teacher's chair from behind the desk, pointing the seat at Bobby.
With a smile, Bobby pads his way over to the chair and turns around, giving me a nice view of his pert, slightly hairy bum cheeks, before sitting down. Turning the chair so Bobby's now facing me I kneel down in front of him. Reaching up to his throbbing cock, thick veins encircling the dark skin of his shaft. His foreskin is pulled right back, revealing the head and an inch of pinky-purple skin.
Taking hold of the bottom of his shaft in my right hand, I bend his cock down so the head is aimed straight at my mouth. Looking up at Bobby with a smile, I bend forward, sliding his cock past my wet lips, plunging down his shaft as far as I can go. I gag a little as his cock head hits the back of my throat, looking into Bobby's bushy pubes I estimate I'm about an inch off of taking in all of his, roughly, 6 inches. Once again my tongue picks up the tang of sweat and possibly dried piss, however, I still don't care. The taste isn't overwhelming and - in fact - gives this strange added eroticism to the act. Emphasising the spontaneity of the act. No time to shower, just two guys caught in their lust.
Holding his balls in my left hand I can feel them jumping around as I move back up his shaft, taking a moment to curl my tongue around his head, the taste now diluted by my saliva is much weaker than before. Going back down the curvature of his cock causes the head to drag along the roof of my mouth before once again hitting my throat. I don't gag this time, however, I don't try to force it further once I feel the pressure. I just let his sensitive cock head drag back along the roof of my mouth as I pull back. This time as my tongue plays with the head I feel my saliva is denser, added with a bit of taste I can't put my finger on.
Taking my mouth off his cock, I draw my right hand up his shaft, putting pressure on the fleshy tube under his cock, trying to get another sample of his precum. With his foreskin bunched up under his head, a bead of precum appears at his piss slit. Taking it in my tongue I try to get a better taste. It's weird; Bobby's precum has a taste but at the same time kind of doesn't.
Putting the taste of Bobby's precum to the back of my mind, I take his cock back into my mouth. This time going straight down, enjoying the feel of the throbbing muscle against my tongue, stretching my mouth.
I start to get a pretty fast get a rhythm going. Sliding up and down Bobby's pole, caressing the head with my tongue at the top, stroking his tight balls with my left hand. On my knees, in front of Bobby, I realise how much I actually, truly, enjoy sucking on his cock. The feel, the taste, the soft sounds of Bobby moaning above me. Even the mix of saliva and precum dribbling down my chin and out the corners of my mouth feels sexy. Maybe I am a cocksucker, but maybe that isn't a bad thing. Maybe that isn't a bad thing at all.
"You're going to make me cum, Tim. I'm going to cum." I don't know how long I've been sucking Bobby for, but his words make me aware of the ache in my knees. The rough carpet is not something you want to me kneeling on for a long period of time. I'm also aware that I have a choice; let him cum on me or in me. Before I'd been too self-conscious to let him cum in my mouth, however, now that I know Bobby's at least bi, it seems silly to try to put up a macho front. I want to swallow his cum and I doubt Bobby would argue against it. Besides, easier clean up that way.
I made my decision just in time, pulling back so only Bobby's cock head's in my mouth I hear some adorably sexy "uh"'s coming from Bobby. All the indication he's able to give as I get my first taste of cum. To be honest, it's just a stronger version of his precum. Thicker and more potent, however still has the same nondescript taste. Definitely not unpleasant, however not going to be having it on my chips or anything.
I got 4 strong shots of cum onto my tongue, the taste mixing with my saliva. In my desire to get a taste, some of the cum's joined the precum and saliva dribbling down my chin, falling to the carpet below. Take a couple of swallows I empty my mouth of Bobby's seed. Giving one last suck, getting a final drop of cum, I back away from Bobby's cock.
Bobby's slouched down in the chair, ass almost hanging off the edge; legs spread around me, his hands still gripping the arm of the chair. His eyes are half-closed as his face is awash in a dark red flush that goes down his neck.
I return the lazy smile on bobby's face with a more emphatic one of my own. It's almost like I'm sharing in the afterglow of his orgasm.
Standing up in front of Bobby, I notice my own cocks gone back to being throbbing hard. Does this thing ever stay down? I look back at Bobby, a big grin on his face as he looks down at my resurrected hardon. Suddenly, the distant sound of a bell pulls us both out of the moment.
Looking up at the window, all I see is the school building in the not too distant background. Has it been an hour already? Bobby's perked up in the chair, looking over the back of it towards the window. Turning back around, there's a look of concern on his face. With his balls now empty, will he regret what we've done?
"I don't think I've ever seen that thing soft." Bobby gestures to my dick with his head, a smile replacing the previous look of worry. "Not when I'm around hot guys." This time I do give Bobby a wink. I totally meant to be cheesy this time. "Smooth." His smile gets wider as he lets out a slight giggle.
Noise from outside makes us both jump, the attention brought back to the window. The noise wasn't close, but I suppose being in a classroom naked, no matter how abandoned, is making us jumpy. The sounds of students moving to their next class will go in a couple of minutes, however, I can see the nervousness on Bobby's face.
"Hey, how about we go to the library?" Sure, be hot to spend another hour naked with Bobby, but I think his courage is making its way to my stomach along with his cum.
"Sure." Bobby gives a thankful smile as he gets up and starts walking to the back of the classroom to get his clothes. I watch as his pert, round cheeks slightly wiggle from side to side. My deflating cock gives a slight jerk back into life.
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