Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2009 19:38:43 -0400 From: Jockstrap923 Subject: Linebackers 14 Hey guys, hope you enjoy this chapter. I appreciate all the kind emails and hearing about how much you guys like this series, it's really motivating. I appreciate your ideas too! If you liked this story, or if it made you cum, I want to hear about it, email me - jockstrap923@gmail.com - also thanks to Nifty for providing us all this free service. Linebackers 14 - Sociology "She won't shut up," thought Sam. His sociology teacher wants rambling on and on about nothing. "Why did I take this class?" It was eighth hour, and Sam was bored with school. Like usual. He never liked school, he found it boring and useless. Half the stuff he didn't understand. If it weren't for football, school would be totally worthless. While the teacher talked about racism, Sam looked around the room. There were a lot of smart kids in this room, and the only person who he would consider a friend was Billy, another linebacker. "Billy," he thought, and shook his head. They were both pretty similar; kinda dumb and enjoying joking around with their friends, just big, immature football players. Sam was a little fatter than Billy, maybe by about 20 pounds, Billy's 230 to Sam's 250. But Billy had a thicker body, a little more muscle under his fat, a little beefier than Sam, who was a big guy. Billy was just as bored. He had his head in his left hand, and he was drawing dumb shit on his notebook with his right hand, trying to stay out of trouble and also trying to stay awake. He didn't know anyone besides Sam in this class, and he didn't like that - he was an extroverted guy, he liked being social. Billy sighed and picked up his head. He looked around at the class, looking at the girl in the front row that he always wanted to fuck but never told, and looked over at Sam. The guys were near the back of the classroom. They usually liked sitting in the back of classes if they could. In this class, most kids sat near the front. "Stupid smart kids," Billy thought. He laughed a little as his own dumb joke. Billy was sitting to Sam's right, all the way on the other side of the room; both the guys had the last seats in the farthest out rows. There were a few seats between them and any kids. Billy noticed Sam looking at him and rolled his eyes. Sam nodded and gave the teacher the middle finger under the desk. Billy laughed and Sam did it with the other finger. Billy smiled and nodded. Sam had an idea. He reached in the pocket of his shorts and grabbed his phone. He took a second to rub his dick; he was wearing some gym shorts with wide legs but they were a little short. Not too short to get him in trouble, but short. They weren't allowed to have their cell phones in class. He took it out of his pocket, feeling the rough material rub against his soft dick (he didn't have on underwear) and showed the phone to Billy. Billy nodded. Sam started texting, and a second later, Billy's phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and looked at the text. "dude this shit fucking sucks. i am so bored" Billy started typing a message back to Sam. "I kno I can think of a million things id rather be doin, first is fucking bethany selmas" Sam checked the text and smiled. He looked around and found Bethany; she was a cute preppy girl who always wore slutty clothes. "ya me too man" "Fucking her, sleeping, taco bell, ummmmm" Sam replied, "ya or in my case jerking off lol" Billy laughed at the message when he got it. Sam always thought chicks wouldn't fuck him because he was fat. Billy replied with another text. "Lol I dare you to jerk off right now" Billy replied, kidding. "haha i should i didnt get to this morning" Billy texted him back, "No way everyone would see" Sam smiled. He liked a challenge. The desks at the school were new, and they were high, with a lot of room under the desk. There was some overhang off the side, but Sam needed to cover it a little just in case someone saw. He took his hoodie jacket from the back of the chair and laid it over his desk, hanging off the side forward enough so no one else could see it but Billy. No one really even paid them much attention in class; they both figured everyone thought they were just dumb jocks. Billy couldn't figure out what Sam was doing, moving his sweatshirt. "No way is Sam gonna beat off in class," thought Billy. Even he wasn't that stupid. Sam got his jacket set up and looked over at Billy and grinned. Billy's mouth was open in disbelief, still thinking Sam wouldn't do it. Sam looked down at his shorts. Sometimes if class was boring, and he was wearing some shorter shorts, he would slide them up a little in between his legs and let his cock and balls out. He liked the cold plastic on his balls, and his big thighs made it so no one else could see his dick out. He would play with his dick, not jerking off but just rubbing it, playing with it, getting it hard, letting it get soft, rubbing his sack, stuff like that. It passed the time, made him feel good, and he kind of got off on the fact that he was playing with his big pink 7 inch dick in the middle of a bunch of kids and no one knew. It was his hot private secret, but he was about to share it. Sam was already hard at the thought of what he was about to do. He adjusted his big ass back in the seat a little and pushed his groin up a little. His dick was stretching out the side of his shorts leg, and he slid them up a little. It took a little sliding, but he finally got them open enough to free his big cock. His cock pointed out, and to the right a little towards Billy. The big pink head was a little wet from precum. Billy laughed silently when he saw Sam take out his dick. He'd seem Sam naked in the shower before, so this was pretty much the same thing, except his dick was bigger. "Everything's big about Sam," Billy thought to himself, laughing again at his joke. Sam grinned and felt his phone vibrate. Billy had sent him a text that said, "Dude no way u r crazy" Sam nodded, and started to work on his boner a little. He gripped it hard, using some of the extra skin to stroke it. Both guys were trying to pay attention to the teacher, Billy looking back and forth, Sam just watching the front of the class room, trying to space out a little, thinking about porn, which in turn reminded him of when he came on Mike's face. Billy adjusted a little, his own boner giving him some tightness in his pants. "No way I'm gonna do this," thought Billy. But he thought it was hilarious and fucked up and a little hot. Sam continued staring forward, enjoying his hand on his dick. He'd never taken it this far, stroking his cock from head to balls. It was making him nervous, but that nervousness was making him really hard. He didn't even need to think about porn now, just sitting there jerking his big cock in a fucking class at school was enough. Billy noticed Sam was speeding up and slowing down a little. He wondered if he wasn't getting close to shooting his load. And Billy was right; Sam was getting close. He wasn't used to cumming this fast and he wanted to savor this. He looked at the clock; class would be over in twenty minutes. Sam couldn't see his dick, but Billy could. Billy was the only one who could. Sam was sitting by the window and the light coming in was making it really easy to see Sam's dick. Billy noticed how Sam's big belly touched the desk, but he still had a lot of room to work his dick. Sam couldn't jerk it too fast either, or else the teacher might notice, but fortunately, by this point, the teacher was at the computer, showing the students a website on the projector. Sam wished he could see this somehow; "I'm so damn hard," he thought. He was making slow but long strokes, trying to keep quiet, trying to stop moaning, but rubbing his cock, and it felt fucking awesome. He smiled and looked over at Billy. Billy wasn't watching the board, he was watching Sam. Billy smiled a big dumb grin and shook his head. Sam knew he was getting close when he saw Billy looking at him. Doing it in public was hot enough, but having someone watch, anyone, but especially his friend, was hotter. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and he felt some liquid flowing over his fingers; he knew he was gonna cum in a second. Billy laughed when Sam came. Sam was stroking and couldn't stop. He didn't know what to do; he just wanted to shoot his big teen load. And he did; the first three shots smacked right onto the bottom side of the desk, and Sam took his left hand and put it under the desk to catch the rest. Billy saw Sam's load dripping off the desk, all over his hands and cock. Sam could barely see for a few seconds after he shot his jizz. He was glad remembered to catch it. He let go of his dick and raised his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?" The teacher nodded, and Sam stoood up, adjusting his shorts to tuck away his hard, wet jock dick. Billy noticed his left hand was closed; it was hard not to laugh out loud at Sam. "Dude's fucking cum is in his hand!" Billy thought, laughing. "What a dumbass." Half a minute later, Billy got a text message from Sam - "had 2 clean up lol" Billy's dick was still kinda hard, and he had to piss. He raised his hand and also got excused to the bathroom. Sam went two doors down to the boys' bathroom. There was a door into the bathroom, then a long hall into the bathroom, so Sam heard Billy coming in. He turned his back, and when he walked saw it was Billy, he turned around. San had his shorts pulled up, cock out, wiping down with a paper towel. He looked at Billy, grinned, and said, "See? That made class better...at least for me!" Billy said, "Haha, very true, man!" Billy walked over to the urinal. There was one stall with no door (they had to remove the doors, kids were doing drugs, vandalizing the stalls, and other things in the stalls) and two urinals. Billy fished out his hard dick. It took him a second to get it out of his pants. "You're fucking sick, Sam," said Billy. "That's pretty fucked up behavior right there." Sam kept cleaning up - he had cum a lot more than usual and all over himself. He didn't really care about walking around with cum all over his clothes all day, but he didn't want to get in trouble. He noticed that he didn't hear Billy pissing. "You OK there, buddy?" Sam asked. "Oh yeah dude just...can't pee right now..." "Why not?" asked Sam, before he thought that maybe Billy was hard. "Uh, your dumb little show got me kind of hard, made me think about Bethany," said Billy. Sam grinned. He knew why Billy was hard, because Billy just watched him beat off his big teen dick in class. He liked being watched, and Billy must have liked watching, at least a little. Sam's soft dick smelled like cum; he knew his jockstrap was going to stink after practice tonight. He figured Cory might like that. But hearing that Billy was hard and his cock was out in the same room as him gave him an idea. Sam walked over to stand at the urinal next to Billy. Sam looked over and down at his friend, with his big beefy frame, his round belly, and his short, fat cock. It was only about 6 inches, but it was fat, and Sam could see a lot of dark curly hairs sticking out the fly of Billy's pants. Sam spit in his left hand reached over, both guys facing the urinal. Billy moaned a little as Sam's slick palm gripped his dick. He was glad his friend was returning the favor; he was going to have jerked off in the stall when Sam left. He hadn't cum in school since the time he fucked Brock, and that was the first time. Sam looked up at Billy's face. Billy's eyes were closed, enjoying the hand stroking his fat stubby cock. Sam was stroking him overhand, running his thumb along the tube on the underside of Billy's dick. "Feels a lot bigger than mine," Sam thought. Billy was in heaven. He didn't care who was giving him a handjob right now, he just wanted to get off. He needed to cum, to drain his big balls, he was fucking horny. He didn't want to go into practice this horny. Sam kept working Billy's thick dick in his hand. He took his hand off, and Billy's dick bounced, hard as steel. Sam spit in his hand again, smelling it when he spit; it smelled musky. He reached back down and kept rubbing. The only sounds in the room were Billy's deep breaths and the crackle of Sam's spit on Billy's cock. Sam was gripping tight and started working in a little twist to his handjob. He would twist around on the way up to Billy's big dickhead, squeeze it a little when he was up there, then twist his hand the other way on the way back down. He was milking Billy's jock dick for him, making him really hard. Billy had never felt anything like this before. Sam wasn't just stroking him, he was massing and rubbing his cock, and it felt incredible. Billy knew he was gonna shoot hard when he came. Sam could tell Billy's thick, hard penis was getting bigger. He knew that meant he was gonna cum, and Sam's arm was getting tired. Sam removed his hand, and Billy exhaled, disappointed. He looked over at Sam, but by that time, Sam was behind him. Sam reached around Billy's side and grabbed his dick again, this time underhanded, with more spit. Billy closed his eyes again and leaned back a little. He felt Sam's big fat belly on his back. Sam felt it too, and stepped forward a little. Billy realized what Sam was doing, and leaned his whole body weight back against his friend. Sam was beating off Billy's teen cock with his left hand, looking down at it, while Billy rested his head on Sam's shoulder, eyes closed. Sam was ready for him to cum. He took his right hand and ran it under Billy's shirt, feeling his hairy belly, and headed up. Sam felt around, feeling Billy's wiry chest hair, and found Billy's left nipple. Billy felt Sam squeeze his nipple, and that was it. Billy's thick dick got hard and fired off five strong shots of white teen cum into the urinal as Sam stroked his dick and twisted his nipple. He could feel Billy's big body shudder against his. Sam kept working Billy's dick until he stopped cumming. Billy leaned forward, mouth open, out of breath, and leaned against the wall with his arm. "Guess we're even," said Sam, which Billy slowly nodded at, but didn't really understand. Sam started washing his hand when the bell rang; Billy snapped out of it, zipped up, and both boys headed to practice.