Story by: Luke Preston
When I awoke the next day I was a new person. I’d spent the whole night thinking of nothing else but cock. I’d played with myself until I was to sore to touch and I hid my pyjamas in the bottom of the wash basket as I’d made such a mess in them. I hoped my mum didn’t notice the tell tale signs of what I’d been doing. On the way to school that day I found myself taking quick peeks at the other boy’s crotches and wondering what their cocks looked like and even what they tasted like. I spent the whole day in a heightened state of excitement keeping hidden the hard on in my trousers by using my schoolbag. (My schoolbag became my best friend that year.) But what got me even more turned on was when I took quick glances at my teacher’s groins. They had bigger and heavier looking bulges in their suit trousers than the boys.
During one of my classes I spent so long looking at a teacher’s crotch while he stood talking in front of the class, that I didn’t even hear him when he asked me a question. ‘Johnston,’ he said, waking me up from my daydream as he threw a blackboard duster at me. ‘What’s the matter with you today? You haven’t heard a word I’ve said all lesson. Are you ill?’
Looking up at him with in embarrassment I wondered if he’d caught me looking at him.
‘No sir, I’m sorry but I feel really sick today,’ I blurted out weakly lying through my teeth.
‘Well, there’s only ten minutes left of the lesson,’ he said in a softer voice. ‘If you’re feeling that bad go and see the nurse before you’re next calss. But do try and stay with it until then.’
He carried on talking to the class, leaving me gulping for air and my hands feeling clammy. I realised I would have to be more careful in the future. What would have happened if he’d noticed that I couldn’t take my eyes of the bulge running down his trouser leg? I thought to myself. Would he have phoned my parents? Or worse still, told everyone else in the room what a pervert I was?
When the lesson finished I ran to the toilets and splashed cold water on my face. Knowing what a lucky escape I’d had I realised that with my sexual awakening came danger. ‘From now on,’ I thought, ‘I will have to be more discreet and try and control myself a little bit better.’ When I’d finished splashing myself I turned around and was going to use the urinals as I was in great need to relieve my bladder. Because I’d been so pre-occupied in thought I hadn’t realised that the toilets had got very busy. Boys of all ages were in there. Some were just chatting away, a couple were smoking and a few were at the urinals releasing their own bladders. There was only one urinal left in the now hectic room and I knew I couldn’t use it in front of all those boys as my cock was still hard. No matter what I tried to think of it would not go away so I waited for a toilet to be free. As soon as a door opened I rushed forward almost pushing the person out of the way in my haste.
I quickly unzipped myself and let out a small moan of pleasure as my urine came gushing out, hitting the side of the toilet with a splashing sound. After I’d finished relieving myself I looked down at my uncircumcised cock lying in my hands and gave a slight chuckle. ‘You’re going to get me in serious trouble one day mate,’ I muttered to it with a grin. I did not realise how soon that would actually be. I put it back in my pants, zipped up my flies and left the toilets to go to my next lesson. The next day was Friday and my last lesson of the week was games. I hated games and was useless at it. I had a fit body for my age but I just wasn’t any good when it came to playing with a ball or running around a field. I couldn’t see the point of it, what made it worse for me this Friday was that now, all of a sudden, I had a constant erection and was dreading the showers at the end. I went through the whole day scared and excited at the same time. My imagination had gone into overdrive over the last few days, today especially. I kept thinking about all those wet naked bodies standing close together and watching the water from the showers cascading of their cocks and the soap dribbling from their backs, down between the cheeks of their smooth backsides. I was scared because I would be in the middle of it all and there was no way I wouldn’t get an erection. I’d been in the showers with them before now and had thought nothing of it, but now that my sexual craving had been released I was looking at things in a different light. And I couldn’t stop myself. It was as if I’d been living in a dream world before and now my mind and body had suddenly come alive. I was also filled with excitement and apprehension as the games teacher was Mr Levridge.
The much-dreaded lesson eventually arrived as we all tumbled into the changing room.
School Blazers, jumpers, shirts, ties and trousers were all being pulled off and hung neatly on their hooks in a uniformed line, and white shorts and football shirts were taking their place. I changed quietly, too scared to look up and see everyone in their underwear. I had already put my shorts on under my trousers before leaving home in the morning so it didn’t take me long to get changed. Because I was ready before everyone else I made out I was rummaging through my bag for something, anything to distract me from getting excited. I was already starting to feel aroused just with the thought of what was going on around me and with the sweaty, musky smell that clung thickly in the air.
I stayed looking in my bag for a couple of minutes when Mr Levridge shouted out with a sly grin, ‘right, everyone on to the playing field now. The last one there will feel the slipper on there backside later.’
There was a mad dash for the door as everyone, including myself, all spilled out laughing as we ran to the school playing field. Some of the boys were jokingly pushing others over on the way so that they would be last. The victims who had been pushed over would then scramble to their feet and rush after the culprit who had pushed them in the hope they would get their own back.
By the time we got there we were all laughing between breaths and some of us already had mud splattered over our once clean shorts and tops. I was surprised to see Mr Levridge joining in the laughter as we all assembled together.
Once all the laughter had died down we were made to do stretching exercises. Standing in four rows we were made to jump up and down on the spot then circle our arms out by our sides, then with straight legs we were made to touch our toes and stand straight up again about fifty times. Whilst we were doing this Mr Levridge walked behind us watching and making sure we were doing it properly. If he thought you were slacking or not doing it right, his hand would come down with a sharp slap on your backside and keep slapping it ‘till you got it right. Because of the force of his slap you would sometimes lose balance and fall over. ‘Get up of the ground and do it properly,’ could be heard by us all over and over again, followed by a couple of more slaps for falling over in the first place.
I felt brave all of a sudden and on purpose got it wrong. I waited for the first slap as I could feel his presence behind me. I closed my eyes and imagined him staring down onto my own tightly covered backside. I could almost feel the heat from his body as he stood behind me. ‘Any minute now,’ I thought as I my cock started to harden in anticipation inside my football shorts. I couldn’t believe it when he walked straight passed me. The disappointment I felt made my cock go limp as I heard him slapping somebody else.
We had to play football afterwards and I was totally hopeless at it. I ended up kicking more people than the ball and eventually got sent off and told to stand at the side of the pitch and watch for the remainder of the lesson. I was more than happy to observe the game as I watched Mr Levridge running up and down the field in his tight black shorts. He had a powerful rugby build and his shorts fitted him like a glove and you could actually see the outline of his enormous cock through the material. I found myself getting stiff again and stood and watched the remainder of the game with my hands covering the obvious bulge in my shorts.
The final whistle blew and the lesson finished.
‘Right, everyone get to the changing rooms, shower then go home.’ Came those dreaded words. ‘And quietly!’ He shouted.
I walked back hesitantly. I could already feel the precum dribbling out of my cock and I knew that, no matter what, I couldn’t get into the showers with everybody else. As I walked into the busy changing room I saw that some of the boys were already naked and heading for the showers. I stole a quick look at one boy’s cock and watched as it bobbed up and down as he walked. I mentally slapped myself and went and hid in the toilet for a couple of minutes. When I heard people leaving the shower I crept out, quickly undressed and put my uniform on over my dirty body. The room was full of lively banter as everyone had finished there own showers and were talking about what they were going to be doing at the week-end while they dried themselves of and dressed. Feeling more comfortable now that I was fully clothed and had managed to miss the shower, one of my friends engaged me in conversation. The noise in the room had got louder. Everyone was finishing themselves off and getting ready to leave when Mr Levridge walked into the room and barked, ‘I thought I told you all to get showered quietly!’
The room went deadly silent as people started to leave. I made for the doorway when I felt a hand grab me by the ear and twist it around. My body twisted around to confront my attacker, and I found myself staring into Mr Levridge’s face as he pulled me closer to him.
Story will be continued....
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