This story contains explicit sexual experiences between boys in high school If that's not your thing, you should stop reading now. If you are not of the mature age to be reading this, you should probably leave now. If you read that and kept going, enjoy!
Rudi stood in his tight jock strap in front of the urinal. He could feel the precum dripping out of his cock's tip. How he so wanted to get release. More than release, he wanted Andrew to bend him over. He wanted to feel Andrew's fingers as they entered his mouth. Rudi wanted to feel Andrew's hands as he rubbed his tongue over the taller boy's fingers. Those long fingers. Rudi wanted to Andrew to touch him with his large hands, moistened by Rudi's mouth. The same mental images of Rudi were being play and replayed, each thought enticing Rudi more. He stood waiting for the beginning, some sign that today was the day he would get what he most desired. But as he was waiting, he realized Andrew wasn't the one he desired.
The bell rang signally the end of first period.
"Aww damn, I'm just messing with you," Andrew laughed. "You should've seen your face. You're fine, I'll leave you alone. I have brothers at home, so I know how hard it is to get off sometimes."
Rudi just waited in silence. He was relieved, and yet was still in such dire need.
"See ya later bud," Andrew said as he jaunted out of the bathroom.
Rudi regained his composure, begging his raging hard-on to subdue, and almost walked out when he remembered his shorts. He went to the stall and saw a very hot, and very hard Ben.
"Dude, your cheeks are mad flushed. You really need to jack it, don't you?"
Rudi's mouth opened out of sheer awe. He looked at Ben's equally flush cheeks, his muscled arms as he rubbed his pert nipples, and Rudi's eyes gazed at the largest bulge he'd ever seen. Rudi remained silent, with no way to communicate his feelings.
Feeling sorry, Ben stood up and readjusted his large member. Rudi's eyes opened in hope. Ben reached down and picked up Rudi's shorts, helping Rudi hide his still engorged dick.
"You're really cute, and you've got a nice body and killer ass," Ben said as he squished Rudi's cheeks, his fingers rubbing and massaging. "I've been hooking up with most of the guys on the swim team... so if you want to get off sometime you can help me with this monster any day."
Ben gave his cock a final squeeze, and rubbed the front of Rudi's crotch, making Rudi moan with pleasure. Ben then stuck his hands in his pocket, pushing his pants below his pelvis, and whistled as he walked to his next class. Rudi left the restroom shortly after, picked up his things from class, and hurried along, never quite relaxing enough to soften past a semi.
Rudi entered his chemistry class with a new found swagger. Ben thought he was cute. He felt like all the boys were staring through his khaki shorts and smoldering on his hot ass. His earlier shyness melted away without male confrontation, and he sat as a man who knew how attractive he was. The coolness of the seat made his nipple perk with attention, and as he mused over the surrounding eye candy he felt the usual surge of arousal.
Rudi looked around the room to see who was there. There was Mike, one of the cute track boys. Rudi had stolen quite a few glances at Mike's tight ass in his dark boxer briefs. Next to Mike was Tyler, a smooth, tan boy that Rudi rarely thought about. Today, Tyler wore white basketball shorts, accentuating his clean, toned body. Normally, Rudi wouldn't have noticed, but in his heightened sense of perception, Tyler looked damn sexy. As Tyler gave his balls a scratch, Rudi would've killed to be Tyler's hand.
Sure, there were other boys in the class. Younger sophomores, like Evan, that had potential. But Rudi didn't want a younger boy. Rudi wanted a strong man, someone to make him feel needed and sexy. As Mike and Tyler goofed off, Rudi felt strong stirrings in his loins, but he ignored them to do work. He had last period to play around, and he needed to attempt to study.
Chemistry, along with Spanish, rolled along. Somehow he managed to perform as a normal high schooler, as his dick resumed a decent state. Rudi walked down to chorus with a jovial step. Unfortunately, as he turned down the hallway, he tripped on a set piece from the auditorium. He stumbled and fell, making sure he didn't hurt himself further. As he landed on the ground, he tried to see if he cut himself. Although he had a nasty scrape, nothing was bleeding, so he was all set. But as he looked down he saw blue paint from the piece all over his shorts.
"Fuck shit damn fuck," Rudi swore.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" asked the band teacher, Mr. Barnes.
Rudi felt quite embarrassed. He was sitting, wet with paint, staring at a young, and very hot teacher. This was Mr. Barnes second year teaching, and while Rudi never had him as a teacher, he enjoyed watching him conduct the band at football games. Over the summer, Rudi went to band camp, and many times Mr. Barnes would wipe his sweaty brow with his shirt, revealing his six pack. Rudi's dick jumped at the thought.
"You seem to be caught in a pickle. You're Rudi right? Chorus? You better take off those shorts, they're going to stain. I was going to work out later, but I have a pair of gym shorts you can borrow. It looks like we're the same size, but I like mine a little big, so they'll be loose," Mr. Barnes offered.
Rudi's head was swimming at not only the thought of Mr. Barnes working out, but also that Mr. Barnes was just checking him out, and he could change his clothes.
"Really Mr. B? I'd really appreciate it."
"Here we go," Mr. Barnes said as he grabbed Rudi's arm, helping him up. Rudi's arm tingled with goose bumps.
They walked together into the band room, and then into Mr. Barnes' office. Mr. Barnes crossed the room and opened his gym bag. `
"Sorry I'm such a mess. I never can find anything," he apologized. Mr. Barnes took out a shirt, a jock strap, a pair of briefs, and finally the shorts. Rudi's eyes glowed as he accepted the gym shorts.
"Now, you can change in the bathroom, but I'll block the door and write you a pass if that's easier," Mr. Barnes offered.
Rudi appeared confused.
"We're both guys... you can change in here."
Rudi's head snapped up as he watched Mr. Barnes stand in front of the door. He look down at his own growing bulge, and over to Mr. Barnes' face. Mr. Barnes appeared busy writing a pass. Rudi unzipped his shorts and pulled them down his legs, hoping to make as little noise as possible. Standing in his jock strap, he bent over to put on Mr. Barnes' gym shorts. He gave a sigh of relief as he figured he put on the shorts without Mr. Barnes' noticing his nudity.
"You've got them on backwards. Oh, and nice strap. Some days I wear that to school."
Rudi's knees almost gave in. He slipped the shorts back off, hoping to be quick. Mr. Barnes crossed the small office and gave Rudi his pass.
"Just eight years ago I was your age. I remember how hard it is to keep your pants on. And how hard it is when your pants are off. You better whack that thing down before it pokes someone's eye out."
Rudi thanked the band teacher and headed on his way out. When he looked out the door, he saw the whole percussion ensemble, sweaty from working outside. His mind clicked as he realized they all just saw him strip for Mr. Barnes. Embarrassed, he ran out, working his track-muscled legs and sped to chorus. As he ran, Rudi realized the shorts he wore were more than just "loose" and were actually quite large. As he went to open the band room door, his bare ass was shown to the percussionists as well as the hot band teacher.
Rudi needed to jack off.
Did you enjoy? It's officially not my first story, but it is my first continuation. All questions/comments/criticisms are welcomed, even though forgive me if I don't use them. I'm still playing with the length, but I hope this is good!