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Welcome to St. Lucian's Academy Chapter 2 - Taste of Temptation By xxxlondon
I couldn't stop thinking about what I had witnessed in the bathroom stall. It wasn't anything that should've turned me on but the sight of Marcus's cock sliding in and out of the boy's mouth made me realize how horny I had been this entire time. Kyle's playful banter and flirtatious remarks undeniably stirred something within me. My arousal grew despite my attempts to resist it, knowing full well that he had witnessed my naked form with a visible erection. His comment about the boxer briefs filled me with an electric charge that I couldn't ignore. Also not to forget that the boxer briefs he provided for me felt slightly tighter than usual, which made me question if this seemingly nice and laid-back guy had ulterior motives -- could he be making a move on me?
As soon as I got home, I locked myself in my room, removing my borrowed clothes that Kyle had given me. The smell of his musky scent mix with of his cologne filled my nose and made my cock twitch. As I undressed, I took a closer look at his boxer briefs, I could see some dried up cum and precum stains that had soaked into the material. This clearly must have come from him and the thought of Kyle being dirty, needy and horny made my dick throb even harder. Without even thinking, I bring it close to my nose and took a deep breath, breathing in the manly aroma of Kyle.
"Holy shit." I breathed, feeling even more turned on.
It was so intoxicating that I couldn't help but inhale deeply, taking in his masculine scent over and over again. Without even realizing it, my hand slowly reached down and grabbed the base of my rock-hard cock, before starting to stroke it slowly up and down. I had never felt this aroused before. Images of Kyle naked, stroking himself while wearing those same boxer briefs, filled my mind as I masturbated furiously.
"Fuck..." I moaned, feeling an intense rush of pleasure shoot through my body, "Shit..."
Then another image filled my mind: Marcus' large, hard cock slipping in and out of the other boy's mouth, as the boy slurped and swallowed around it, moaning in pure ecstasy.
"Unghh...." I groaned, gripping the boxer briefs tightly, feeling my climax approach quickly. "God, I'm so fucking horny..."
As I continued jerking off, I could feel my balls tighten up, preparing to release my load. In my lust-fuelled state, I felt no shame or hesitation as I breathed in more and more of Kyle's musky scent, fucking my hand furiously. My mind keep going back and forth between images of Kyle, Marcus, and the boy getting his throat destroyed as my breathing quickened and became erratic.
"Ohhhh yesss...!!!!" I hissed, feeling my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. "Shit, I'm gonna cum..."
My cock throbbed, pulsating and spurting out huge amounts of hot, sticky, creamy cum all over my chest, abs and face, as well as the pair of boxer briefs I was holding. "Fuck yes...!!!" I panted, squeezing my eyes shut as I rode out the strongest orgasm of my life, "Ohhhhh...fuck!!!!!"
After what felt like forever, the intense wave of pleasure subsided and my body relaxed completely.
"Johnny!" the sudden loud voice of Mr. Willstone, the English teacher, snapped me awake. "Huh?" I said, blinking a few times and looking around to see everyone staring at me. "Johnny Miller, did I bore you with my lesson?" Mr. Willstone asked, glaring at him from across the room. "Oh no, sir, I'm sorry..." I stammered, blushing in embarrassment. "Save your apologies, Mr. Miller. Now, would you like to answer the question on the board for us?" he retorted.
I got up and made my way to the front of the classroom. But without knowing why, I realize that everyone was staring at me with lustful eyes. It was then that I saw the huge bulge in my pants, showing everyone my raging erection. "Shit..." I whispered to myself, hoping no one saw. Suddenly, Mr. Willstone walked towards me. "My my, what do we have here? Look at that, such a naughty boy you are, Mr. Miller!" he said, looking down at my crotch. "Please sir, I can explain-" I started, but Mr. Willstone cut me off, "Be quiet! You've been a very bad boy. First, you sleep through my entire lesson, and now you have an erection during class! How shameless!". Mr. Willstone turned to the class and asked, "Who can tell me, what type of punishment is befitting for such a bad student?" he asked.
"Well, according to our student handbook, the punishment for disrespecting the teacher and having an erection during class is either you jerk off in front of the class or go to the principle office." Aden answered immediately. Mr. Willstone smiled wickedly, "Excellent, Mr. Jones. What do you say, Johnny? What would you prefer, an exhibitionism show in front of the class, or a private session with the principal?". I stood there frozen in place, unsure what to do. I'm not a shy person by nature, but the thought of exposing my cock in front of my classmates was daunting. "Speak up, Mr. Miller, or I will decide for you!". I couldn't believe the situation I was in, but there was no way out.
"Look, as this is your second day, I will give you another choice, answer the question correctly and I will let it pass this time." He said as he pointed the whiteboard. "In which year did William Shakespeare die?" Written on the whiteboard. "It's, um, 1616 sir." I stuttered, just guessing it. He just stood there with his hands crossed. "You have passed this time. You may return to your seat.". Thank god for the small miracles. "However, I will remember your lack of discipline. If there's a next time, no matter how small the offense is, I won't be letting it pass so easily." He warned and moved away from me. "Thank you, sir."
"Okay, listen up, everyone, as I said before,...". Just like that the tension was lifted and everyone proceeded back to normal after looking at me with disbelief and curiosity. I guess I got lucky this time. The lesson continued as normal until the end of the lesson. "The homework is pages 300 to 305, summarize the chapter in three paragraphs or more. I expect to see everyone in the class tomorrow to turn it in." Said Mr. Willstone before giving the class dismissed.
"Don't worry, Johnny, Willstone is always a hardass to the new guys but he will cool off sooner or later." said Simon, putting his things into his bag. "Thanks, Simon. That was really embarrassing." I sighed and put away my notebook. Simon smirked, "No worries dude, shit happens right?". I nodded. "By the way, what's got you so excited in class? I heard you muttering about something.". My cheeks burned and my face turned red, the embarrassment was flooding back. "Uhh...well...uh, " I muttered, trying to find the words to explain. Simon laughed, "Look if you don't wanna say anything that's fine, but I won't judge, I mean it."
"Well...umm..I kinda...witnessed something yesterday when I was at school..." I mumbled, still feeling the embarrassment. "Woah, spill it bro! What did you witness?", he asked in a low, excited tone. I swallowed and took a deep breath, "Um...I kind of....saw Marcus and a boy in the school bathroom...they were ummm...you know...". Simon's eyes went wide, and a mischievous grin spread across his face, "Bro, umm, you need to know that this school is kinda...special.". I stared at him, confused, "What do you mean?". "Well, let's just say that some kind of stuff happens at this school." He said, leaning close. My eyes widened in understanding, "Oh...". I felt my cock throb in my pants as I remembered the scene. "I've never done that kind of stuff, but it was so hot!"
He gasped, astonished. "Well, now I know why you were hard during class. You're a naughty boy too!". I blushed and looked down, shrugging my shoulders. "Come on, we don't want to be late for the next class." He slapped me on the shoulder and walked towards the door. I stood up and walked after him, wondering what the next lesson would hold. We walked through the hallway and turned around the corner, as we made our way to our next class. We arrived in the classroom with a moment to spare, but instead of sitting down in my seat like usual, I walked over to where Ethan was sitting.
"Hey," I said, smiling at him. Ethan looked up at me with an annoyed expression, "What do you want?". I frowned, "Well, I was just wondering if I could sit next to you today."
,his expression softened slightly, "Fine, but don't think I'm gonna help you with anything, got it?"
I nodded and sat down beside him, taking out my notes and textbook. The lesson started off normally enough, with Mr. Collins writing on the board and explaining the topics. But I couldn't help but notice that Ethan kept looking at me every so often. When our eyes met, he would quickly look away, blushing slightly. I wondered what he was thinking about, but decided to leave it alone for now. The lesson continued, with Mr. Collins going through the material and asking questions to test our understanding. The bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. Mr. Collins cleared his throat and said, "Before going please return your homework and hand in your project."
There was a murmur from the students, who reluctantly started passing in their work. When I looked around, I saw Ethan standing by the teacher's desk, handing in his homework. As we went out of the classroom, Simon nudged me. "Hey, want to go eat lunch together?"
"Sure," I said, nodding.
We headed towards the cafeteria and joined the line to get our food. There were many delicious options on display. I got a Cesar salad with dressing and chicken. We sat down at the table where the others were seated and began eating. The atmosphere at the cafeteria was buzzing, as students were socializing and enjoying their meals.
"Are you still coming tonight?" asked Kyle looking at me and smiling.
"Yes, of course." I said, smiling back.
"Sweet." Kyle grinned. "I can't wait, we are gonna have so much fun!"
The rest of the lunch period passed quickly, and soon the bell was ringing, signaling the end of it. I returned my dishes and walked to the classroom where the last class for the day was about to start, Music class. Today's lesson was about the history of music. Mr. Robertson a hot, sexy and handsome man who was also one of the favorite teachers of the school, started discussing the topic in a passionate tone, which was in sharp contrast to his demeanor. Mr. Robertson is a talented young professor, who has a strong sense of leadership. Despite his young age, he possesses a natural ability to engage in thoughtful and intelligent discussion and his vast knowledge of the subject makes him a sought-after instructor. The combination of his passion for music and his charismatic personality makes him a popular teacher amongst both students and faculty. The class had a pleasant and relaxing atmosphere. As we took our seats, the teacher noticed me in the back.
"Nice to meet you, Johnny. You're the new transfer student, right?"
"Yeah, I just arrived..." I said, a bit surprised.
"Very well. It's great to have you in my class, Johnny. Let me introduce the class to you." He smiled at me.
I was suddenly aware of my heart hammering against my ribs and how nervous I am about meeting all these new people. Mr. Robertson placed a firm hand on my shoulder and patted me lightly. The teacher's reassuring touch helped to steady my nerves, I turned to him and nodded, steeling myself for the introductions.
"Alright, class." he began, his voice resounding clearly throughout the room. "We have a new face with us today. This is Johnny, our new transfer student."
Polite applause broke out amongst my classmates and I found myself blushing slightly under the attention. The teacher continued, "Now, let's make sure Johnny feels as welcome as possible."
I could see the excitement flash across my classmates faces as they started gathering their instruments; guitars, drums, flutes, violins, keyboard and more.
"Johnny, I understand you play guitar." Mr. Robertson addressed me, his hazel eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Yes, sir" I replied, inwardly grateful that I'd spent so many hours practicing on my old six-string back at home.
"Wonderful! You'll have a chance to show us your skills today."
He walked over to a corner of the room and came back with a beautiful vintage sunburst guitar, cradling it with the kind of adoration that only a true music enthusiast could understand.
"Here you go, Johnny." he said, handing me the instrument. "Let's see what you can do."
As I took the guitar, the weight of it in my hands felt like an old friend in my lap. I looked at Mr. Robertson and then to my classmates.
"What would you like me to play?" I asked, my voice wavering slightly.
In unison, my new classmates shouted out, "Ed Sheeran Photograph!"
Mr. Robertson grinned at me and bellowed, "Give it your best shot, Johnny!"
With shaking hands, I settled the guitar strap over my shoulder and positioned my fingers on the fret-board, taking a deep breath. This was my chance to make a first impression...
As I start to strum the opening chords of "Photograph", the familiar notes wrapping around me like a comfortable blanket, I closed my eyes and let the music take over.
The nerves melted away, replaced by the thrill of performance that I craved. My fingers danced nimbly across the strings, strumming chords and plucking out intricate melodies as if the guitar were an extension of my body. My classmates, initially surprised by my skill, soon joined in, their instruments weaving themselves into the tapestry of sound I was creating. And as we played together, a camaraderie formed between us, strangers united by our shared love for music. As the song came to an end, a thunderous applause erupted around me. Even Mr. Robertson's face bore a wide grin, his eyes twinkling like a proud father would. "Well done, Johnny! Looks like we've found our new lead guitarist!"
Heart pounding with adrenaline and pride. "Thank you, sir. I'm honored."
"No, we're the ones who are honored" he said, patting my shoulder.
The classroom was alive with the sweet symphony of strings and keys, drums and brass as I joined in. It felt like a family gathering, all of us creating something magical together. Our voices blended in harmony, each note adding to the melody like a thread woven into an intricate tapestry. As the period came to an end, Mr. Robertson clapped his hands, silencing the room.
"All right, class! As you all know each year we have to perform in front of the school in the annual music recital. With Johnny here, I believe we have a real shot at stealing the show!"
A fresh wave of cheers rang out from the class, each student looking at me with newfound respect. The nervousness I had felt earlier was all but forgotten, replaced by a sense of contentment. Mr. Robertson dismissed us with a nod, a small smile playing on his lips. "Alright then, everyone. Let's make sure we keep up this energy for our next practice. But for now, class dismissed."
As the class began to disperse, Kyle was waiting for me by the door, a toothy grin spread across his face. "I have a gift for you Johnny." he said, his voice barely audible amongst the chatter of the class. He reached into his bag and pulled out a costume, wrinkled but vibrant. My jaw dropped slightly at the sight. It was a Spider-Man costume, complete with the red and black suit, the black webbing, even the mask.
"It was originally for my brother's Halloween outfit and he only wore it once during a sleepover with his friends." he stated with a mischievous glint in his eye. "But I have a feeling it will look even better on you."
I gingerly took the costume from him, unable to hide my growing grin. "Thanks, Kyle. I... I don't know what to say."
"No need to thank me, bro." He slapped me on the back. "As a fellow Spider-Man fan, we've gotta stick together, right?"
"Right" I said, draping my newfound costume over my shoulder as we walked out of the classroom.
The rest of the day flew by in a blur as I couldn't shake the feeling of belonging I had experienced in that music class. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a newfound confidence. Later I join Kyle at his room for the movie night we had planned. His room was a shrine to all things Marvel. Posters of the Avengers lined the walls, and action figures were carefully arranged on shelves like sentries guarding his sanctuary. Kyle noticed me admiring his collection.
"Pretty sweet, huh?" He said, plopping down on his bed. "My parents say it's a phase but I think..." he trailed off, mimicking an evil laugh. "It's all part of my master plan for world dominance!"
I laughed, settling down beside him.
"I won't tell, your secret identity is safe with me." I joked as we both burst into laughter. As the giggles faded, my eyes fell upon Kyle's Spider-Man outfit, draped over a chair.
"Kyle?" I asked.
He turned to face me, making direct eye contact. "Yeah?" he replied.
"Should we put on our costumes?" I gestured towards the costumes.
A grinned tugged at his lips, "Sounds like a plan, buddy." He said, winking at me. I take the costume out of my bag and marvel at its intricate details. As I was exploring the costume I found something strange, part of one of the black web was white."Kyle, can I ask you something?" He looked at me. "Sure man, shoot."
"Umm, how did this white web got here?" I said, pointing at the white web on the costume.
Kyle's cheest turned a deep red color "Well... you see..." he started to stuttered.
"You can trust me, bro. We're bros." I assured him.
He sighed, "Alright, fine. You see this costume, it's... special."
"Special as in I'll shoot webs like the real Spidey?" I asked, half-joking.
He chuckled, "I wish. Um, well, it's kind of like a... cum-o-meter."
I raised an eyebrows "A what?"
"You see... when someone is wearing it, if they... you know... uh... cum in it, depending on the amount they have produced, part of the black web turns white." Kyle explained, still blushing furiously.
"Let me get this straight - your brother used this costume and left his... seeds in it, and you're still lend it to me?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"Well, I never thought he'd actually use it for that purpose. I thought it was just a silly cosplay idea with his friends. But now, I can't help but wonder how sexy you'll look in it." He admitted with a devilish grin.
"Jeez, Kyle, you should've told me earlier." I said, laughing.
"I know, I'm an idiot. Besides, it's just cum, right? but If you don't feel comfortable wearing it, I get it." He said
"Relax, Kyle. I'm just teasing you. It's fine. It kinda adds a kinky touch to it, don't you think?" I winked at him.
He grinned, "That's the spirit! And it's not like you did something with my dirty underwear yesterday, right?"
I blushed, "how did he know?" I asked myself.
"Simon told me what happen this morning in class, and I know it's not only because of what you witness in the toilet." Kyle said with a smirk, "Am I right?"
"Okay, you caught me. But it was your fault as well. You are the one who gave me your cum-stained underwear." I said defending myself. Kyle chuckled, "I'm just kidding, but I'm glad you enjoy it, and don't worry - your secret is safe with me." Kyle gave me a playful wink.
We both laughed it off. "Should we put the costume now?" I said.
"Yeah, we should. I'll let you change in peace. I'll get change in the bathroom." Kyle said, walking out of my room. "Wait, Kyle!" I called out."
"Yeah?"
"No need to be shy bro, you already seen me naked before and I kinda need some help with the costume." I said, handing him the costume. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"C'mon bro, after what we been through, this doesn't matter anymore." I said.
He agreed and took the costume from me and helped me undress.
"By the way, how old is your brother?" I asked while removing my shirt.
"14, why?"
"Damn, that's a lot of white web for someone only one year younger than us. Respect." I said jokingly, as I remove my pants, now standing in only my briefs.
"Yeah, I know it's pretty impressive right." Kyle said with a smirk while sliding my briefs down, revealing my 4 and a half inches semi-hard cock.
He grabbed the costume, and I put my legs through the leg holes first. Kyle then helped me pull it up, making sure it hugged my crotch tightly.
"Okay, now raise your arms up." Kyle instructed. I did as I was told, and he pulled the costume up over my torso and arms. The costume was skin-tight and showed off every curve of my body, including my hardening cock.
"Now, turn around, so I can zip you up." I turned around and felt Kyle's hands on my back, deftly zipping the costume up. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and a tingling sensation run down my spine.
"How does it feel?" he asked, smoothing the costume down.
"A bit tight around my... but otherwise I guess it's fine." I replied, trying to control my racing heart.
"Here, let me help you with that." Kyle said, grabbing the crotch area of the costume and adjusting my hardening cock. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but moan.
"Is it better now?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"Y-yeah, much better." I managed to utter.
"Good. You look sexy as hell, by the way." Kyle stepped back, admiring his work.
"Thanks, I guess it's your turn now." I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrayed me. Kyle winked at me and began to strip down, revealing a well-toned body. He was every bit as attractive as I had imagined him to be. His boxers was the last to go, revealing his erected 7-inch cock with a trail of hair leading down to his crotch. My jaw practically hit the floor.
"Like what you see?" Kyle said, a cocky grin on his face.
"Uh, yeah... I mean, you look... great." I stammered, feeling my cheeks flush.
"Well, don't just stand there, help me with my costume." Kyle said, handing me his Spider-Man costume.
I took it and helped him into it, my shaking hands barely able to do the job. The costume hugged every inch of his body, accentuating his muscles and showcasing his bulge. I couldn't believe this was happening.
I make him turn around and zip him up, trying not to stare at his ass. "How do I look?" Kyle asked, striking a pose.
"Incredible," I breathed, unable to hide my admiration.
"I can't wait to see the looks on everyone's faces when they see us together." Kyle said, winking at me.
"Uh, me neither." I managed to say, my heart pounding out of my chest.
Kyle grabbed my hand and led me to the mirror, and we both examined our reflection. We made quite a sexy pair, I had to admit.
As we were admiring ourselves, Kyle leaned in behind me, pressing his chest against my back and causing his erection to press into my ass. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist as he began to thrust his hips and rub his cock against my costume-covered ass. All along, he kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck. My pulse quickened, and we both moaned softly, as I grind back against him in response.
Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door and our heartbeats quickened in unison. "Kyle, it's us! Open up?" it was Brian's voice. Oh no!
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