Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2008 12:13:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Darin Nelson Subject: Let Me Be Bandit part six Our little group attended the same schools together and had a memorable sophomore year in high school. Our school was old but nice. It had two stories but was well kept. Our teachers were ok and we had some who definitely had been at it too long and liked to doze off or sleep in class which opened lot of opportunities for each of us. As sophomores our "club members" wore jean shorts on Wednesdays. Actually we could wear shorts any day but for all of us 6 we had a special reason for the jean shorts. No underwear allowed on Wednesdays and we cut holes in our front pockets so could feel our dicks as we desired. Our favorite class on Wednesdays was Mr. Wiliams. He taught history and once he was done lecturing we had a worksheet to work on that was due next class period. Four of the gang was in one section and then Pat and I were in another. However, all of us managed to sit on the back rows which allowed ample time to play with our dicks through our pockets. Our goal was to jack off and cum in our hand. Later, between classes we would find a freshman guy to smell and lick our hand. Quite a turn on. Didn't take long to figure out which freshman hated it and those who looked forward to Wednesays dessert!!! Most of the guys on the back row with us knew what we were doing but never turned us in. And most enjoyed watching and usually ended up with a woody of their own and I'm sure rubbed one out later in the rr or at home. Regardless it was a real turn on for us because we all liked to have others watch us. Pat would usually try anything. As usual he was the daredevil of the group and was always willing to take the lead. One Wednesday, Mr. Williams was dozing off and Pat and I were rubbing one out with two other guys watching when Pat winked at me and whispered "watch this!" He crawled slowly from his desk and moved over to a 4 drawer file cabinet which hid him from view of Mr. Williams but was right in the view of all the guys on the back row which included me and three other guys. Looking at us he unbuttoned his jeans and they dropped to the floor exposing his 6 inch hard on dripping with precum. I smiled and the other guys held their breath but continued to watch. Pat began to jack and smiled at everyone. It wasn't long before we could tell he was about to cum. He turned and exposed his ass to us and humped his hand. As he began to cum he turned around again as splatter number one erupted and shot across the isle. That was enough for me as I shot my load in my hand with a tremor and bated breath. The other guys in the row had a smile on their face and hands down their pants and it was apparent they were ready to shoot as well. Pat again shot a stream of cum and it landed on the carpet and some papers nearby on a table. Pat wiped his hand on the side of the file cabinet and licked his fingers. At that point two of the other back row guys squirmed and lurched. As they brought out their hand they wiped a load on their assignment sheet and on the floor. Wonder how they were going to explain the stain on their assignment sheet tomorrow? HA. At that point Pat pulled his shorts back up and crawled quickly back to his seat unnoticed. As the bell rang out the other backrow guys in unisone shouted "That was awesome!!!" Mr. Wiliams knew nothing. After school at the clubhouse the other 4 club members had already heard about it and had checked out the side of the file cabinet when they were in Williams room. Reviewing the days events only gave us all a hardon and before long Pat was naked on the floor with Bandit who again sniffed and licked until Pat hollored " Fuck me Bandit" and with a pounce he had his red dick in Pat's ass pounding away. For the rest of us we quickly found a partner for a 69 session before we all had to head home for supper and studies. I couldn't wait till the next day to see what story the backrow boys told ole man Williams about the stain on their worksheet. We had some other cool school stories but we'll save that for another time