School Blues - Sex Stories

School Blues

... think he was talking to me. Once the door closed again, and Ashley’s hand resumed its place. I could have stopped him there as my heart was beating fast through my thin white shirt. How close was that? What was I doing? But his hand was on me again, now inside my trousers, rubbing my cock through my pants. He had conquered. I was still sitting forward, my groin underneath my desk, so I reassured myself that it would have been difficult for anyone else to see what he was doing. But not hard to imagine. My knees opened again and he began stroking quickly. And it felt wonderful once again. This wasn’t how I’d imagined or wanted things to be, but there was no doubt it felt intimate and exciting. He was matter of fact again. “It is about glaciation, isn’t it. It looks really hard.” His eyes were on my workbook as his hand, almost mechanically, rubbed me underneath my desk. My curiosity was sprouting too. My right arm squeezed under his, and then between us, along the thin material of his light-grey trousers, heading instinctively to his crotch, right at my back. He sensed what I was doing and edged backwards to allow me access. There was no hiding his excitement. I touched his erection immediately - pointing straight up, straining against the material. I paused - only for a second - half-glad that it wasn’t just me who was turned on, but not sure what to do next. It was one thing him touching me without invitation, but should I reciprocate, and if so how? How do you wank ...

... someone? It wasn’t something I’d thought about. Yet here I was with my hand behind me touching another boy’s hard-on through his trousers. Instinct took over. Holding the outline of his shaft between my thumb and forefinger I began to move my hand up and down to masturbate the boy I disliked so much. His legs too, were now spread wide and there was space between us. Both us looking at my geography essay as if our hands were independent bodies, but my eyes weren't focused on the book. I'd never been so excited. It’s surprising how much you can feel through underwear and trousers. I knew his erection intimately already. It was small - I knew that already - but it solid and pressing hard against his trousers. I could feel the ridge of his glans as I moved up and down, and I even felt the foreskin moving up and down. I concentrated on rubbing that, because that’s what he was doing to me. There was silence in the room. Just us two in the chair. I could feel his face close to my neck now, his warm breath on me. And then the funniest feeling; one that I wasn’t expecting. I began warm inside, then slightly numb and then I felt my balls begin to tighten. I felt weird. And then spasming. I was ejaculating. Coming inside my pants. For the first time. Spurting again. And again. Seven times in quick succession, with his hand still on my pants, still wanking. Again I bent forward, pulling my hand away from him. He continued to stroke me but now it felt painful, sensitive. “Get off,” I said, ...