THEFT
A SHORT STORY BY XAVIER
The school I go to is what some might call 'rough'. It's in the east end of London so all of the kids come from working class backgrounds. A lot of the lads don't have much respect for authority and have had scrapes with the law for various minor offences.
Each year has its own gang; from the first to the sixth. There is a lot of rivalry between them and the members of each never miss an opportunity to prove their prowess. They love to humiliate or belittle members of the other gangs and take extra relish if the gang member concerned is well up in the opposing gang's hierarchy.
One particular instance that I can recall took place a couple of months ago and concerns the fourth and sixth year gangs. These gangs consist of a mixture of boys and girls, although most are boys. The fourth year gang is considerably larger than the sixth with about 25 boys and a couple of girls; as opposed to 16 or so boys and 4 girls. Their ages range from 15 or so to 17 - 18 respectively.
There had been a spate of break ins at the school and some valuable cine equipment had been stolen. The headmaster suspected some of the pupils, but had no proof. He went through the normal procedure of asking for the culprit to own up; but of course, no one did. He threatened the culprits with the severest of punishments available to him.
The leader of the fourth year gang (and my best mate) is a good looking lad of 15 and, being an avid member of the gym club, has a beautiful athletic build. He's around 5' 7" tall with dark hair and particularly well developed for his age. His 'development' can be seen clearly as his black school trousers fit him very well. His name is John; Johnny to his mates.
Johnny had wanted to 'get one over' on the leader of the sixth year gang for some time. He had apparently grassed on him when he 'accidentally' threw a cricket ball through the headmaster's study window. As a result, Johnny had been subject to the ultimate humiliation; he was caned during assembly one morning, the whole school watching. Johnny had vowed to take his revenge and to make it even more humiliating for Leslie, the leader of the sixth.
Johnny comes from the roughest area of town and seems to have lots of 'uncles'. One of them, I think his name is Jack, is of dubious intent. He has a second hand shop in a run down back street near the railway arches; I have to pass it on my way home and often look in the grimy window. He sells anything that comes his way; from old kettles and tape recorders to settees and fridges. No prizes for guessing who had recently visited 'Jack's emporium' to dispose of the 'legacy' which his aged aunt had left him upon her timely death.
Now Leslie is also a member of the gym club and, since he had grassed on Johnny, has to watch out for being 'accidentally' tripped up during practise sessions. Leslie is the centre of many of my jack off fantasies. I often imagine what he has confined within the tight contours of his thin red cotton gym shorts. I quite often watch from the playground, through the large window, as he and other lithe members of the club are put through their paces by the hard working P.E. teacher, Mr. Smith. How he can vault that horse without squashing the beautifully delicate bulge he has between his legs, I just don't know. He is just over 17 years old.
Now Jack, being the sort of second hand dealer he is, is not pre-disposed to disclose where he obtains his stock; but Johnny is his favourite 'nephew'. No sooner had Leslie disappeared from the shop, clutching the 50 which Jack had paid him, than he was on the 'phone to Johnny. "Ere Johnny boy, know that big kid you told me about? The one that grassed on you! Well, he's just come in 'ere with a beautiful cine projector. What sort did you say 'ad been nicked from your school?" Johnny thought for a moment. "Bell and Howell I think. Yeah Bell and Howell." It didn't take long for them to realise who the school burglar was. This was the opportunity Johnny had been waiting for. 'I'll do the bastard with this little bombshell', he thought to himself.
Armed with this revelation Johnny wasted no time in calling an emergency meeting of his most trusty gang members, me included. When Johnny told me and the rest of the gang of his findings there were hoots of laughter and cheers. Plans were drawn up and tactics arranged. We spent ages writing and re-writing Leslie's 'ultimatum'. A note was passed to Leslie the next day to meet Johnny behind the bicycle sheds that night.
At 4.30 Johnny, myself, and about five of the gang congregated behind the old brick built bicycle sheds; a favourite meeting place for smoking. It wasn't long before Leslie, accompanied by his second in command, strode around the corner. "What the fuck do you little twats want then?" he demanded. I knew what I wanted; to get inside his beautifully tight, arse hugging black trousers.
"We know who stole the cine equipment," said Johnny.
"Oh yeah, who was that then?"
"You know it was you."
"Yeah, I know it was me; so what? You can't prove anything." Leslie went to walk away.
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, mate."
Leslie turned, grabbed Johnny's blazer and pulled him towards his face. "Go on then you little runt; prove it."
"You went in Jack's emporium yesterday and sold a Bell and Howell projector."
Leslie's face turned red, he was very angry.
"How the fuck do you know that then?" he snarled.
"My uncle owns the shop and he told me all about it."
Leslie let go of Johnny and pushed him, hard, against the wall of the bicycle shed. Standing with his hands in his pockets, trying to look unconcerned he said
"So what you gonna do 'bout it then kid?"
"I know that you have been in trouble with the police before. Wouldn't they like to know about this?" Johnny had now regained his stance and took up a more aggressive posture. "I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. You, you big cunt, are gonna do exactly what I say, cos if you don't I'm going straight to the headmaster and the police to split on you."
Leslie's face dropped noticeably at this point. It gave me a certain thrill to think that we had the object of my desires in our power.
"You wouldn't dob me in would you?"
"Like to bet?" sniggered Johnny. "Remember what you did when I threw the cricket ball through old Callaghan's window? You grassed on me didn't you?" Johnny was obviously feeling the power which the information had awarded him; he was now close up to Leslie's face. "I know it was you because there was no one else about."
"I swear it wasn't me kid. I wouldn't grass anyone in to Callaghan, not even a little fucker like you."
"Don't give me that load of crap," snapped Johnny, reaching into his inside blazer pocket and taking out a brown envelope.
Thrusting it roughly into Leslie's top blazer pocket he said, "These are your instructions. Follow them to the letter and nothing more will be said; but if you don't do exactly what is written there, and I mean EXACTLY, another envelope will be finding its way under Callaghan's door. Savvy?"
"What's this then? Sealed instructions? Do you think you're in the SAS or sommat?"
"Just do it Seaman, or face the consequences. Come on lads, lets go." Johnny and the rest of us left. We all knew what Leslie would soon be reading. My prick began to stir in my underpants at the thought of it.
We left Leslie and his mate to read the contents of the envelope. The ultimatum read as follows:
'In return for my silence regarding the little matter of a Bell & Howell projector you will, tomorrow, proceed as follows:
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Sit at the back of Frodsham's English class.
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Get your big prick out of your flies.
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Stimulate yourself to orgasm.
In plain language, you big wanker; you will wank off in class tomorrow morning. We want to see your thick boy juice spurting out of that 17 year old prick of yours. We want to see how the big boys do it. If there isn't a big load of spunk, YOUR spunk, on the floor by the time the bell goes for break; I will be pushing the other brown envelope under Callaghan's door as well as ringing the Police.'
Now you can see why my prick was stiffening at the thought. At last I may get to see big Leslie milking himself. And not only that, causing him the biggest humiliation ever.
You may be wondering how Johnny and his gang would be able to bear witness to the events laid down in the ultimatum, not being in the same year. It was all very cunningly devised. The second lesson on a Tuesday is English, both for my form and for the sixth year form which Leslie is in. We know the drill well. We always have to sit in silence for about 30 minutes whilst we write an essay. The school buildings are old and some of the classrooms are divided by collapsible wooden partitions. Because of a staff shortage at the time Mr. Frodsham, Leslie's English teacher, would leave the room to take a first year form for something or other.
Johnny made certain that he got us a seat at the back of our class and I was very excited as the partition was being pulled along. Would Leslie be sitting at the back? Would he carry out his instructions? As Frodsham pushed the partition back and the two classrooms became one, Johnny winked at me and whispered, "There he is; told you he'd be there." Sure enough, as I looked over to the back row of the sixth form, there was Leslie, sitting next to his second in command, his legs wide apart under the desk. My mouth became dry with excitement and my pulse quickened.
Miss Faverham, having set us our work, was sitting at the front of our class. "Right you lot," said Frodsham to the six form. "You know the drill, absolute silence. I want your essays ready for when I return. Okay miss Faverham?" Miss Faverham looked up from the book she was marking, nodded, and started marking again. It couldn't have worked out better.
"Do you think he will do it Johnny?" I whispered. "Course he will. He don't want to be turned in to the Police." "You wouldn't really do that would you?" "Fuckin' well would; after what that bastard did to me! He'd better get wanking." My own prick was swelling by the second; I wondered what Leslie was thinking.
From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of Leslie, the angle was just right. There he sat, in all his glory, his beautiful, slightly worn, black trousers being stretched tightly over his 17 year old body. Around his legs and up the crack of his arse they crept. How I long to touch his arse, to run my finger up his crack and feel the heat of his hole. How I love to wank and imagine how soft his balls would feel through the smooth and thin material of his trousers, trousers which separate those balls to perfection with their tightness. I felt myself getting hotter as I imagined his big cock, all hard and erect, behind the material, his knob oozing pre-cum in his excitement.
My day dreams were interrupted when, after about five minutes, Johnny elbowed me. "Look, fuckin' look." I turned to see Leslie place his left hand between his legs whilst still writing with the other. I could see him squeezing the crotch of his trousers and the beautiful bulge within. Again, I began to imagine how soft his balls must feel through his trousers, the material of which would be slightly damp with the heat being given off by his hot bollocks. His hand slowly moved to the top of his fly. He was starting to unzip his trousers! I couldn't believe it, he was actually unzipping his fuckin' trousers in class! "See, told you he'd do it," whispered Johnny with a smirk.
Slowly, whilst continuing to write, Leslie pulled his zip to the bottom and placed his hand inside. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing, certain I would wake up at any moment and find myself in bed and lying in a pool of spunk. But it WAS happening, there, at the back of the class, sat Leslie; the leader of the toughest gang in the whole school; flies wide open; hand inside. Would he go the whole way? Suddenly he lifted himself slightly from his seat. He was having trouble getting his semi erect prick out of his tight trousers but he, at last, managed it. I reckon it was at least 6" long in that state. I saw his hand starting to move; up and down; up and down it went. The thought of what he was doing and where he was doing it was making my own 15 year old cock strain inside my pants.
His cock continued to expand until, after about 30 seconds, it was fully aroused. I could see his dark purple knob end protruding beyond the confines of that which normally kept it hidden; his black school trousers. Although I wasn't close enough to make it out; I was certain that his piss slit would have been gaping wide, oozing clear lubrication. I know mine was oozing, I could feel a damp patch forming inside my underpants.
I thought Johnny was trying to attract my attention as I felt his elbow in my back. I was loath to turn away from discreetly watching Leslie for a moment but when I did I saw that Johnny was rubbing a large protrusion down his trouser leg. The sight of Leslie being punished was obviously having the same effect on Johnny as myself. I quickly realised that Johnny's elbow had caught me by mistake so I pretended not to notice and turned back to watching Leslie.
It wasn't long before I witnessed the first orgasm of an older boy. An orgasm which has made me yearn to witness more. Leslie's legs became tense, I could see the tight black material clinging to the top of them. It clung to his teenage arse cheeks as little indentations appeared and disappeared. Then, from between his legs, I saw the most powerful spray of sixth form spunk I have ever seen. Spurt after spurt of thick, snow white fluid made streaks across the dark and dusty tiled floor. "Look at that," whispered Johnny, excitedly. "Fuck, look at that!" I looked over at some of our other gang members. They didn't have such a good view as us but nevertheless could work out what was happening. All could see the white streaks of Leslie's spunk on the floor.
Quickly, and without ceremony, Leslie pushed his still dripping prick back inside his trousers and zipped them up. The thought of his underpants becoming damp with the remnants of his orgasm only served to heighten my own excitement. I quickly raised my arm. "Yes boy, what is it?" said Faverham in an harassed tone. "Please miss; can I leave the room?" She nodded and I got up, leaving the room quickly. I didn't want too many people seeing my stiff prick as it jutted into the material of my trousers.
I closed the cubicle door behind me; lowered my trousers and sat on the bog. Taking my aching weapon in my hand and pulling it over the waistband of my underpants; I started to wank. What a feeling I had. I wanted it to last forever but I knew I had to be quick. I rubbed myself to a certain point. When I reached that point I pulled the waistband of my pants under my balls, the elastic cutting into my soft ball bag.
Sitting bolt upright on the seat, trousers around my ankles; I forced my 15 year old cock downwards. It didn't want to go; it wanted to stick up straight. I got my knob end within the rim of the toilet bowl just in time. I felt my shaft throb, my arsehole tense. I sat there in ecstasy as I thought of Leslie wanking his load in class. My body was overwhelmed, my senses swamped, with orgasmic pleasure. I looked between my legs and saw five long spurts of thick teenage juice being forced out of my knob. It ran slowly into the water and started to float. Quickly, I tidied myself up and went back to class. I didn't wipe my prick off; I wanted to imagine how Leslie's pants were feeling around his big sixth form cock. As I got back to my desk Johnny winked at me and smiled a knowing smile. "Told you he'd do it didn't I?"
Recounted for the entertainment of like minded adults. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Take care and always practice safe sex. Copyright Xavier 1998 xavier_boyes@hotmail.com