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this story because the boys appeared to be close friends. I will call the
brunette one Greg (the narrator) and the blonde boy Ian.
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Sweet Class Relief
Author: James Jenkins
We're in our boring History class for the
last few minutes of school. A total snooze-fest, but boring for you since you
don't like some of the kids there or the butt-face teacher. Actually, I don't
either since there are lots of old farts who torture us with homework.
Anyway, we're tired and stressed out, my buddy Ian in a red shirt with blue
jeans -very sexy - and he smells hot! Me in a dark green shirt that is kinda tight, but still fits me, and black scuffed sneakers.
I'm wearing new jeans Mom bought me (that actually fit) and some cologne I swiped
from my brother; I can tell Ian likes it because he tried to nuzzle me on the bus
on the way to school. I'm also sporting a boner underneath, warm and hard, comfy,
in my blue briefs, and it's really driving me antsy. My butt starts getting uncomfortable
in my chair.
As we pretend listening to Mr. Lewis, and head for our assignment table, I caught
Ian watching the kids from my side of the class looking at me. They aren't used
to seeing me this nervous, and he doesn't seem to like their happy glances.
I see this because Ian moves closer to me, and is always touching me, almost as
if to say, he's with me. I lean closer to Ian and crack a couple jokes with the
friends and Ian's getting a bit pissed at me. Ian excuses himself to get a
drink of water, and I stay with our group as he found his way to the water
fountain. After a few minutes, I look around for him and notice Ian talking
animatedly to a cute black girl. Then jealousy hit me hard, as she's totally cute.
I keep watching Ian out of the corner of my eye, and I don't realize that he's
doing this to make me jealous. Ian hung around her a little longer, noticing me
but acting indifferent.
Finally Ian comes back to my side. We then take our seats, and I try not to
look at him as we review the questions. I'm super burning with jealousy, and I
want Ian to know it. He smiled to himself, as he's feeling the same way
watching me flirt and laugh with the girls.
During the assignment, I look away from Ian, to the kid next to me as we talk,
when I feel Ian's right hand on my knee. I stop breathing for a second, and
don't look at him but Ian gently slid his hand on my jeans up a little on my
leg. My breathing spikes but I keep my head turned to my left. Ian's fingers
fan out and begin to creep toward my upper thighs. Oh shit, I think as his
fingers slowly and calmly start to explore. I clear my throat and shyly
look at Ian. The jealousy is still there, but he's starting to take my mind off
it as Ian get bolder with his touches.
For some reason, I part my legs for Ian, and his fingers find my sweaty crotch.
My cock is so swollen now, and I'm hard for his touch, but we're sitting
at a large table with my classmates. Ian knows that I'm dying to release the
moans and screams I'm holding back, and he keeps teasing me under the table, quietly
and freaking fast. Oh god, what the fuck am I going to do?
Ian's fingers slip inside my underwear and finds the place all 12-year-olds
love the best. He explores me harder, up and down, as I squirm and wiggle as
gently as I can. Fuck you dude for teasing me like this - but oh don't stop!
No one notices us - amazing since I feel like I'm wearing a neon sign that says
God fuck Me. I'm so horny for Ian, but it will be another 2 hours or so
before we can be alone. He knows exactly what to do to make me cum, but I hold
back because we're right in the middle of class. Soon the bombs of orgasm
become too strong for me, and I cover my mouth with the back of my hand as I groan
and buck hard. Ian's the only one who knows what's happening, and someone asks
me "Greg, are you okay dude?"
Ian answers for me, because I couldn't find my voice. My throat's dry and I'm
dying to jack off; but I'm scared shit to speak; Ian knew what I wanted and
needed.
As I ride the wave of my first orgasm, Ian continued to touch me and softly
stroke me. Oh dude, you're the best! I feel Ian remove his hand and I want
to suck on it. Instead, he slowly licked his wet fingers, wiping his hand over
his forehead first, and licks lips hungry as I watch, unable to share
the awesome taste.
What Ian doesn't know is that it's my turn to drive him crazy. Something exciting
about a classroom, but even more so because I've already been jacked - just
you wait, I think to myself.
I wait a few minutes to make sure Ian's not expecting anything. As he starts to
pack his books up, I slip off one of my heels and begin to slide my right foot
up his leg. I see Ian pause for a sec as he saw what I'm about to do. There's
no escape, he knows it, because the Dork's been pulling your strings for
the last half hour and shows no sign of stopping. You're my prey, my own slave
for the moment. I love the thrill and daringness of this - after all HE
started it!
My foot caresses Ian's hard, skinny legs under the table. I shift a bit in my
chair to get comfortable and he sneaked a quick glance at me. There's naughtiness
in my eyes - for you, my friend. I want to drive Ian completely wild with lust.
The anticipation of our eventual Bro Time is making me damn hot!
I find Ian's swollen cock. My caress is light yet firm. I stroke him with my foot,
and I feel him tense - did I get the right spot, buddy? I already know I did.
We know exactly how to please each other, but this is a first for both of us. Mmmmm, so freaking cool, hot, awesome.
My soft hands reach for Ian's zipper. Zzzzzip
slowly I undo it, to his surprise, no one else notices. I quietly get inside
his underpants and squeeze him nicely. Ian gasped a bit and try to keep his cool,
but he's so damn hard and horny – like me - it's a freaking bust to keep your
mind on a lesson and chatting with your BF. I know this but show no mercy on Ian;
after all, he kept me so very hot, wet and brave - payback time, pal!
I stroke Ian harder now, then slowed down, then teased him by lightly swirling
my fingers around the head of Ian's cock. I know that he's totally crazy for
me, but he can't do anything about it for another hour and a half. Soon I feel
the tenseness of his legs as Ian squeezes his thighs and I know that he'll cum
for me, soon. I quietly move a tissue I hid from my lap to Ian's and I pressed
on. He's desperately trying to hold back but I know Ian too well, I keep up the
magic hand job and soon, he's all mine; ahhhhhh,
here comes the sweet sticky jizz that I want!
I hold Ian's cock gently as he shoots all of the pent-up cum that he saved
for me. I look into his blue eyes, lovingly, and we silently remind each other
that there's no one else. Just the two of us. We share a quiet, visual kiss and
hug as I put Ian back in his pants.