Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2010 15:06:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Frank Morgan Subject: Showing Off - The First Day of School Showing Off - The First Day of School by Frank Morgan schoolboyfrank2@yahoo.com It was Frankie's first day of school. Most of the boys going back to school after the long summer were miserable, but not Frankie. He always found ways to have fun at school. All of the students at the all-boys school wore uniforms consisting of black trousers and a white shirt with which the boys wore dress shoes and socks. Most boys hated the uniform, but Frankie loved that too. Not much happened in the early morning, but by mid-morning, many of the boys were becoming bored and uncomfortable. Frankie looked around his classroom to notice several boys slipping off their new dress shoes, probably because they were too tight and still uncomfortable. Seeing boys take off their shoes and show off their dress socks always gave Frankie a boner. He took off his own shoes and gave them a little kick so they slid away. This was also the time of day that boys began to get boners in class. Frankie scanned the room, looking under the desks. He saw that several boys had hard-ons that were tenting their uniform trousers. A couple could not resist the urge to reach down and give their dicks a squeeze or a quick rub. This made Frankie even hornier, so he slipped his hand inside his pocket. Being left-handed, Frankie had cut the left pocket out of his trousers. When he reached inside, he was able to rub his cock through the soft material of his briefs as he watched the other boys wiggling their socked toes or feeling their own boners. One boy who seemed to be having particular trouble with his erection leaned forward in his desk, and as he did so, his shirt pulled out of his trousers. Frankie looked over and saw that the waistband and at least an inch of material of the boy's briefs were showing above the waistband of his trousers. Frankie rubbed himself faster as he watched the boy showing off. Another boy on the other side of the room also leaned forward, and as he did, his thin white shirt stretched against his back. Frankie noticed that the boy's underpants could easily be seen through the material, and he rubbed himself even harder seeing the boy's red briefs on view. He wondered if the boy knew that other boys could see his underwear showing through. By now Frankie was so excited from all these small bits of boys showing their socks, underpants and boners that he had to manipulate the fly of his underwear to release his own hard-on. Now he was able to wrap his hand around his cock and really masturbate. He knew other boys around him might notice, but that never bothered him. The boy whose shirt had pulled out of his trousers was moving around in his seat again, trying to get more comfortable in the hard desk. He was one of the boys who had take off his shoes, so as he wiggled around in his desk, he kicked his shoes with his socked feet, and the shoes went sliding across the floor. It did not look like the boy even noticed what he had done. In readjusting in his seat, the boy had also managed to push his trousers down even more, showing more of the top of his briefs. Frankie continued to watch the boy, jacking himself harder as he did. When the bell rang, Frankie stayed in his seat, pretending to gather up his books, but actually watching the other boy. The boy jumped up out of his seat and realized his uniform shirt had come untucked. Right there in class he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, opening them wide up. Frankie got a nice look at the boy's underpants before he stuffed his shirt in and zipped back up. Then the boy looked for his shoes, which were no longer under his desk. He finally spotted them a few desks away, walked over in his socks, and stepped back into his shoes. As he did this, Frankie stood up to start heading for his next class. But watching the other boy and having his hard dick rubbing against the inside of his trousers made him lose control. Standing at his desk, Frankie began to have an orgasm, shooting cum inside of his school uniform trousers. Frankie held his books in front of him to hide the wet spot forming on the front of his slacks. He tried to walk but was bent forward as he lost his load right there in class. Finally Frankie made it to the hallway, where a boy who had been next to him in class came up and said, "I saw what you did in class." Frankie panicked, but the boy just smiled, looked down at Frankie's trousers with the wet spot, and walked away. The next period was free for Frankie, so he headed for the library. He was usually able to catch a boy jacking off there. The bell rang and Frankie snuck into the bookstacks. He peeked through at the study tables, and before long he spotted what he wanted. He spied a boy who was just making himself comfortable, kicking off his shoes. Frankie stepped out of his own shoes, feeling the soft carpeting through his socked feet. As he watched the boy at the study desk pretending to read, the boy soon slipped his hand under the table. Frankie had noticed the boy's boner, and the boy couldn't resist giving it a squeeze. Frankie began rubbing his own boner through his pants as he watched. The boy at the table looked around and did not see anyone; he didn't notice Frankie hiding behind the shelves. So the boy quickly undid the button and zipper on his trousers and began masturbating at the table. Now getting very excited, Frankie undid his own pants. He began rubbing his own cock through his underpants as his trousers fell to his ankles. Oblivious to anything but the boy at the table, Frankie stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. Suddenly he heard a cough. He did not look in the direction of the cough, as he did not want to look obvious, but he knew another boy was watching him. A minute later Frankie glanced around and noticed a younger boy watching him from the other side of the bookstacks. Since he was obviously interested, Frankie didn't think he had to worry about being watched. He focused his attention back on the boy at the study table, who had now worked his dick out of his boxers and was fully masturbating under the desk. Frankie walked a bit away from his shoes and pants and had now slid his hand inside his briefs to jerk himself off. He walked to the end of the row and stood for a few seconds, then peeked into the row behind him. He caught the younger boy who had been watching him. The boy had his trousers pulled down and was frantically rubbing himself through his tightie whities, his butt wiggling inside his briefs. Frankie went back to his original spot and continued to watch the boy at the table jacking off. Frankie could tell from the look on his face that he was about to have an orgasm. The boy closed his eyes and got a pained expression on his face, he started breathing hard, then all of a sudden his cum gushed out of his cock. At the same time, Frankie began spurting his sperm too, which he pumped all over the library floor. He could hear some grunting behind him and knew the younger boy was cumming too. After he had shot his load, the boy at the study table looked around, as if just realizing that he had masturbated in a public place where anyone could see. He quickly zipped up his pants, grabbed his books, and left. Meanwhile Frankie, leaving his pants and shoes on the floor, snuck around to the row behind him. There he caught the younger boy just pulling up his pants. The boy froze when he saw Frankie, his underpants still exposed, realizing he had been caught. It took him a moment to realize that Frankie had not put his pants back on. Frankie leaned over and whispered into the boy's ear, "My name is Frankie; maybe we can meet here again sometime?" The boy smiled and nodded, then said, "My name is Vincent." "Nice to meet you, Vincent," said Frankie, giving the boy a light rub on the back. His hand briefly slid down to feel the boy's bottom in his underpants. Then Frankie winked at him and returned to find his clothes. During the last period of the day, Frankie decided to try something he had always wanted to do. He wanted to try wetting himself, but he did not want to make it too obvious. As he sat down in his seat, Frankie could feel his full bladder, as he had not been to the restroom for a while. As soon as the bell rang, Frankie released just a little bit of urine. He could feel the warm pee soaking the front of his underpants. He did not let any more than that out, so none of the boys could see he had wet himself. But he could feel the warm piss in his underwear. All through class, Frankie would periodically let out just a bit of urine, enough to soak the front of his briefs. After doing this several times, the front of his trousers became wet too, but since they were dark, it was not obvious to anyone else. Frankie was enjoying the feeling of wetting himself in class and sitting at his desk in warm, urine-filled underpants. The nice feeling gave Frankie a boner again, so he began shooting pee up toward the waistband of his briefs and trousers. He would occasionally reach down and feel his hard dick through his damp trousers. Then he would slide his hand into his cut-out pocket to feel his wet underwear. The bell rang and Frankie headed out with the other boys. He left the school and began walking home. As he was getting nearer his house, he finally released his full bladder and began to fully wet himself. As he walked, pee quickly soaked his underwear and trousers, then began to run down his legs. Within minutes most of his trousers were soaked, and the pee was running into his shoes and soaking his socks. He kept walking, now making sloshing sounds and leaving a stream of urine behind him. Naturally Frankie had another hard-on, so he reached inside his pocket and began rubbing himself through his wet underwear. He then pulled his cock out of the fly of his undies so that he could masturbate. As he walked along in his soaking-wet trousers, he was frantically jacking his dick with his hand inside of his pocket. As he neared his house, Frankie felt himself about to cum. He stopped and stood, slightly bent over as he pumped his cock and filled his already-wet trousers with his sticky semen. He continued to masturbate as he stood in full view of the street, pumping cum into his school uniform. After he had shot his load, Frankie heard a cough behind him. He turned to find the boy who had been next to him in his classes standing there, smiling. Frankie blushed, realizing that the boy must have seen him wet himself and masturbate. He suddenly became aware that he was standing on the sidewalk in wet trousers still tented by his boner that had not yet gone down, and he blushed and tried to cover himself. The boy walked up to Frankie, seemingly not bothered that his trousers were soaked, and said, "Hi, my name is Hank." To be continued ...