Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2019 15:19:06 +0100
From: Cliffy B <bootusrim@gmail.com>
Subject: Desperate Times 7 (redux)

Desperate Times 7 (redux)

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All events are fiction. All characters are a figment of imagination. All
character's represented in this story are 18 or over.

Authors message: I've had a lot of trouble writing chapter 9 of `Desperate
Times'. I've written and rewritten it many times over the last year and I
wasn't able to write something I was happy with. While re-reading the
series I realised the reason I was having so much trouble is because I
really didn't like where I was taking the series. Deciding to take a
different route I found I was having a lot more fun writing chapter 9,
however some of the previous choices was starting to hamper the newer
chapter, as such I've decided to go back and re-write chapter 7 and make
chapter 9 (which I'm still writing) into chapter 8. I'm sure most wont
care, however, this way I'll be having more fun writing and I'll be able to
get more chapter out there into the interweb space for y'all to enjoy.

Hope you enjoy, any feedback is welcomed and much appreciated. E-mail me
at: bootusrim@gmail.com.

Wayne's comment kind of hurt at first. I've spent so much of my teenage
years scared shitless that someone would discover my secret; terrified that
people I called friends would turn on me and shout names such as `fag',
`Bum boy' `faggot' and `cock sucker'. So, to hear it actually aimed at me
was a massive shock to the system.

However, as I dried myself after having my own quick shower, I started to
question the whole experience. Why would such a macho straight guy drive to
another guy's house to get his cock sucked? I know he said something about
not being able to get any from his girlfriend, but that doesn't mean you go
gay. Hell, if I had a choice between head from a girl or wanking to gay
porn; I'd take the porn! No, something doesn't add up here.

I don't think Wayne's gay, or even closeted gay. At the moment I'm leaning
hard on bi. The whole `cock sucker' vocal stuff is probably his way of
compartmentalising his sexuality; if he's the dominant one then that means
he's not gay. That or he's just into some kinky shit.

Putting Wayne out of my mind; I dump the towel in the laundry basket,
making sure to pick up the towel Wayne had left on floor and deposit that
as well. Leaning back over; I also pick up my shorts and t-shirt, taking
out my phone from the shorts pocket and taking them to my room.

Unlocking my phone I notice Whatsapp showing a message from Bobby; `hey
sorry about having to kick you out ill make it up to you next time'.

Holy shit; Bobby wants a next time! As in, he wants to get sexual with
me. Again. A massive, goofy smile plasters itself across my face. Looking
at the full-length mirror attached to my wardrobe I have to laugh at how
ridiculous I look; standing around naked, a grin caused by another guy
stretching my lips.

Plopping down on my bed I message him back: `No worries dude. Hopefully get
to see you again soon ;)'. I want to say how cute he is, how much I enjoyed
being with him, how much I would love to have stayed in bed and spent the
day with him. But, that would sound too clingy, corny and gay. I need to
play this cool.

`Yeah next time without almost getting caught!' Bobby's reply makes me
laugh again, the smile still refusing to go away. I want to ask him more
about himself; is he gay? Is he bi - like his brother possibly is? Has he
done this before? But, again, I need to play this cool. We chat a little
longer before he has to go off and help his mum with something.

I just chill the rest of Saturday and Sunday. For the first time since I
can remember I woke without a boner on Sunday; the fun of the last few days
obviously tired out my dick. So instead of wanking I just binge on Netflix
and FIFA.

I'm actually kind of looking forward to going to school on Monday. Can't
wait to see Bobby again. Also, I get to see Lee. Not having his number, I
haven't spoken to him since the game on Friday. Shit, wonder if he regrets
what we did together.

I wake with my first alarm on Monday. I had a bit of a restless sleep,
anxiety and excitement playing different scenarios over in my head,
however, I still feel energized; ready to face the day.

Sitting at the kitchen table - eating a bowl of Shreddies - dressed in my
uniform: black blazer, trousers and shoes; white button shirt, the black,
green and yellow striped tie; I'm starting to get butterflies.

How do I act with Bobby? How will Lee treat me? Will it be like nothing
ever happened? I know Bobby's interested in exploring more - that's
exciting - what I don't know is how Lee will react. He's had a whole
weekend to stew it over and regret it all. That's if he even thought about
it at all.

What's worse: Lee regretting? Or Lee completely forgetting about me? To be
honest; I'm leaning towards him forgetting. Palms sweaty, I leave my bowl,
suddenly the butterflies have taken away my appetite.

Grabbing my bag I start the 10-minute walk to school. I don't really have
anyone I know that walks the same way as me. I recognise several people
trudging towards the school, but most of them are younger. The only one I
recognise is a dude I shared Spanish class with in year 8. I've never
actually spoken to him though. Walking behind him I notice he's got quite a
nice ass. He doesn't do sports - not at school at least - so I wonder where
he gets it from.

Shaking myself out of staring at another dudes ass, I quickly look around
to make sure no one noticed. Finding no one around I go back to listening
to my music and trying my best to avoid anymore starring.

Getting to school I go straight to my tutor room. Tutor's pretty boring,
it's just so we can get registered. Why it lasts 20 minutes I don't
know. Just leaves the teacher to drone on about some useless bullshit no
one cares about. Especially seeing this'll be our last week of school. Just
3 more exams and it's all done. 13 years of mandatory schooling over. Only
negative is until Friday I've got to come in for revision lessons. Which
means I've got a week of Geography, English and Physics. Oh, the fun!

With tutor over, Mrs Glascott wishing us all a good day and I head to
first-period; double Geography. Thankfully, it's in the same block so I
don't have to go far. As I leave the class I hear my name being called from
down the corridor.

"Hey! Michaels!" I turn around, to see Lee jogging towards me; a smile on
his face. I move out the way of the door and walk towards him. "Hey man,
was going to message you on the weekend, but totally forgot to swap
numbers." So he did think of me over the weekend! I can't help but return
his smile.

Lee has the `cool kid' look going for him; shirt untucked, top button
undone, tie hanging halfway down his chest.  "Yeah, I didn't even think
about that." I really didn't. Not until I was thinking about him Saturday
evening anyways.  "Think we were both too distracted." Lee gives me a sly
wink and beams a smile at me as we walk together down the crowded hallway.
"Heh, that's true. We can swap numbers at practice if you want. That way
you can let me know if you need any, uh, help, again." I try to give Lee a
wink of my own. Lee lets out a small laugh, so I guess it didn't look as
odd as it felt.

Despite having our last game of the season and school almost being done,
Coach has insisted on one last training session as a team.  "Why wait till
practice? Here, give me your phone." Passing my phone to Lee, he quickly
puts in his number and passes it back. "Speak to you later man." Waving, he
jogs past me to join up with some other guys from the team. I think they
take History instead of Geography.

Risking a glance at Lee's ass in his tight trousers, I turn left, entering
my class. Man, he has a nice ass.

I spent the first two lessons quietly smirking to myself. Not only did Lee
think about me, but he also wanted to get in contact. Man, I can't tell you
how good that makes me feel.

Thinking about Lee's kept me pretty much semi-hard for the past two hours
of Geography. Occasionally completely hard. However, this means I've failed
to keep up with any of the revision lesson. Good job I've spent my time at
school being a decent student. I should be able to sleepwalk my way through
this week and still get good grades.

During the second hour of Geography I get to thinking; before this Friday I
was a pretty lonely, closeted virgin gay boy. Now, I have two guys who seem
to be interested in doing sex stuff with me, three if you count Wayne, but
I'm not sure if he'll actually be wanting a repeat performance. While I've
not strickly come out as gay, I'm pretty sure Bobby has a good inkling. I'm
not sure what Lee thinks, though I know he's not grossed out by wanking
with another guy. Maybe he'll be up for going further?

My dicks rock hard as the bell goes for break time. Shit. I quickly stick
my hand down my pants to readjust my dick. Sticking it up, so it's under my
waistbands and not bulging out on show. Unfortunately, my shirts white, so
you can totally see my dick head through the thin material. Holding my bag
over my crotch I move quickly to the technology block.

Break and lunch times are spent in the `nerd' computer suite. See, there's
a collection of computer rooms open at break and lunch times for the
masses, however, there's one that only certain people get to
frequent. Students that teachers can trust. Otherwise known as `nerds',
`geeks' or `ass lickers'. Thankfully my time on the football team has meant
my time in the nerd suite has gone under the radar. I got in on the basis
of Mr Jeffers - the head of IT - liking me.

Most of the nerd squad ignore me as I walk in; I think they're slightly
intimidated by me. I get a computer on the opposite side from the others,
screen pointing towards the wall, that way they can't see what's on my
screen nor my face. Total privacy. Here is where I've learnt a lot about
what it means to be gay and gay sex. You see, what makes this computer room
special, and only those with special permission are allowed in, is because
there's no school filter!

Deciding I might as well do a bit of catch up on the revision I didn't pay
attention to in my first two classes I load up BBC Bitesize. Exciting!

Waiting for the site to load I hear something move under the desk. Figuring
it's just someone connecting a cable or something I go back to finding the
appropriate page about river formations.

About two minutes into my reading I hear another strange noise from under
the desks. This time I swear it sounded like someone ... groaning? Heh,
maybe one of these nerds is watching porn.

Peeking out from the right my computer; I check to see who's actually in
with me today. I admit, I never actually take any notice of the others. I
don't talk to them and they don't talk to me. How we've gotten along all
this time. It's usually pretty quiet as well. Only the occasional quiet
mutterings from the other side of the room.

There's only 4 other guys in the room - the school is mixed gender, but for
some reason only guys have ever been permitted here - Three of them at the
far wall, backs to me, and one on the other side of my computer. I think
his names Dillion? Or Dwayne? Maybe Darren? Okay, I really don't know these
guys. But I'm pretty sure it begins with a D. I'm going with Dillion.

Looking at the left half of his face not being obscured by his monitor I
can't tell if he's watching anything naughty or not - he's just staring
straight ahead. Though, I'd think if he were watching porn the others
behind him would probably notice. Especially if sounds, like what I heard,
were coming from his computer.

Moving my head back around to look at my own computer, I start to read the
page again; my little act of sleuthing completely taking me out of the
revision. Not two sentences in and I hear another noise from under the
desk. This time it was louder and longer and sounded like someone
moaning. Okay, I know somethings going down and I'm pretty sure it's
happening under the desks.

Curiosity getting the better of me I move my chair back from the desk and
stick my head under.

I stifle a gasp of surprise as I find the source of the groaning and
moaning: On his hands and knees, under the desk is Alan Hood. Alan's a
pretty stereotypical nerd: Short, unkempt, greasy hair, goofy teeth,
skeleton thin with clothes that either seem too big or too short for
him. Only ever taken notice of him for how absolutely nerdy he
looks. However, now, it's pretty difficult not to notice him. That's
because he's currently on all fours, under a computer desk, with his
trousers and pants around his knees and his hard - what looks to be a hefty
seven inches - dick being stroked by Dillion's sockless toes.

Quickly pulling my head back up, I once again peer round to look at
Dillion. Nothing on his face suggests he's giving a footjob to another dude
under the desk. Just staring ahead all nonchalantly.

Looking back at my own computer I've no idea how to react. My mind goes
back to catching my neighbour, Steve, in the act of wanking. That time I
got my dick out and wanked off, however I am not going to be doing that
here.

Hesitating a moment, curiosity gets the best of me again. Peering back
under the table I'm met with the same scene as before. However, this time
Alan's mouth is open and I can just about hear some low groans. Surely the
other nerds can hear this? Has this been a common occurrence? Do they all
take turns? Maybe they have headphones in. Again, didn't take any notice of
what the others were doing.

Suddenly, Alan bites down on his right arm and his hips start thrusting. My
eyes focus on his meaty cock just in time to see a heavy, white glob of cum
drip from Alan's cock onto the carpet below. Alan shakes as three more big
globs of jizz are added to the pool beneath him, slowly being milked out by
Dillion's toes.

The show over, I quickly straighten back up, looking back to my computer
screen. Sweating a bit I can feel my hard cock throb in my boxers. I've
been teasing him with thoughts of Lee all morning, no wonder the moment he
sees some actual action he gets straight up. I mean, in no way am I
attracted to either nerd. Can't even remember what Dillion looks like.

Peering around my screen again - this time to actually get a look at what
Dillion looks like - I find he's no longer looking at his screen. This
time, he's looking directly at me, a smirk across his lips.

I'm just able to take in his brown hair, fringe swept to the left, his wide
nose and sticky out ears before I quickly shield myself from his view
behind my computer.

The words make no sense on the screen - my mind's whirling with the fact I
might have been caught perving on a guy getting a footjob. Will he say
anything? I mean, surely it's more embarrassing for him than me. No one
would believe him anyways.

I hear Dillion from behind the computer mutter something that sounds like
`wait a moment' before his face appears from over the top of the monitors;
the smirk still fixed on his face. I watch as he moves around the room,
coming directly for me. As he walks down my row I can clearly make out a
bulge in his trousers, obviously Dillion enjoyed the footjob as well as
Alan. I also notice neither of his feet have socks or shoes on.

Dillion pulls out and sits down on the chair to my right. I watch his every
move, not trusting him, waiting for him to do something. What? I don't
know. But having been caught I'm now on edge. And I don't mean my cock,
which thankfully has gone down a bit.

"So, you like the show?" I just give Dillion an unimpressed look. I've
avoided talking to him for five years, I don't plan on starting now. "Your
cock looks like it enjoyed it." Dillion looks down at my crotch and even
though it's gone down, my dicks still making a sizeable lump. I suppose
that's the curse of wearing loose underwear.  "So's yours." In the moment
it seemed like a witty come back, however the wider smirk on Dillion's face
suggests otherwise. Comparing it to his not only suggests I enjoyed it in
the same way he did, but also that I've looked at his crotch. I quickly
look back to my monitor, feeling the blush rise on my cheeks.  "Well, it
isn't over yet." Dillion looks down as hands reach from under the desk,
unclasping his trousers, pulling down his fly and removing his cock from
his boxer briefs.

Dillion's cock looks pretty big, getting wider half way up, his foreskin
fully pulled back, his deep pink cock head ending in a point. I think I'm
still bigger, but the nerds got nothing to be embarrassed about.

Alan's hand grasps the base as his face comes into view. Dillion moves
back, giving Alan room to easily access his cock. Alan wastes no time going
down on him with obvious skill. He doesn't stop as he swallows it all the
way down to the base, his hand moving out the way to rest on Dillion's
thigh. Dillion lets out a quiet moan as his hands take hold of Alan's
greasy hair. I wrinkle my nose in disgust at the state of Alan, however my
cock gives a throb at the sight of someone getting a blowjob right next to
me.

"You might be part of the jock crew, but I've never heard about you
dating. You also spend all your break and lunch times in here. I bet you're
a virgin, aren't you Timmy?" I don't reply. I just watch as Alan's head
moves up and down on Dillion's dick, not missing a beat, not choking, just
sucking him off with increased speed. "You twats have been bullying us for
years. We might be gay, but at least we're not loser virgins like you."
Just for the record; I've never bullied Alan nor Dillion. Unless you count
completely ignoring their existence as bullying. Which I guess some would.

I can feel my blush get deeper as Dillion makes me feel smaller than his
dick.

"Now watch as a real man unloads down an expert cocksuckers throat." I
watch as Dillion stops Alan's head from moving with his cock all the way
down his throat. He tries to get his cock in further, his hips giving small
jabs into Alan's mouth, causing his face to smash against Dillion pubes.

I assume Dillion's cumming as his breath comes out as irregular rasps and
his body tenses up; his hips pressed forward off the seat, his cock
completely disappearing into Alan's mouth.

After about 20 seconds, Dillion's body relaxes back into the seat and Alan
retreats back along his cock, giving the head one last suck as a shiver
goes through Dillion.

All's quiet as Dillion leaves his softening cock to droop over his boxer
briefs and trousers; completely content and satisfied. I dare not ruin the
moment, not wanting Dillion's attention to move back to me. Hopefully he
zips up and fucks off.

"Now you've enjoyed the show, what shall we do to make sure you won't tell
anyone?" No such luck apparently.  "Don't worry, I can assure you I'm not
going to be saying a word to anybody. In fact, the moment we leave this
room I promise you I'll forget this ever happened." I admit; that might be
difficult to do. But I'm definitely never, ever telling anyone about it!
"Not good enough I'm afraid. How do I know you aren't going to get your
jock buddies and beat the shit out of me and Alan?" Dillion puts his dick
back into his pants and zips up his trousers as Alan emerges beside him
from under the desk.  "You have my word, dude. I promise. I've never had
anyone beaten up, what's the point now in our last week of school?" I watch
as Alan stands up, trousers and pants around his ankles, his cock still
raging hard.  "How about this? For putting on such a hot show for you, and
as a show of good faith from yourself; you give us your underwear?" I move
from watching Alan pull up his trousers to looking Dillion directly in his
eyes. That fucking smirk is back! For my part I just stare at him; bug
eyed. He wants what? "I assume with how hard your cocks been it'll be full
of precum, that's if a virgin's able to produce precum." Is he still on
this virgin bull crap? The widening smirk suggests he's well proud of this
insult.  "You want my boxers, and in exchange we all pretend this never
happened? We go back to normal? Never mentioning it ever again?" I just
need this moment to be over, if the price I have to pay is simply going
commando for a few hours; I'm fine with that to be honest. Never done it
before, so should be an interesting experience.  "Deal." Having fully
dressed himself, Alan now sits down beside the smirking Dillion.

With the deal struck I just stare at Dillion, straight faced. I want to ask
him so many questions, but that would suggest I'm interested in his and
Alan's sex life. Which, in all honesty, I am. I mean, how did they figure
out each other are gay? When did they figure it how? How long have they
been having sex? When he says sex does he just mean foot stuff and blow
jobs, or ... all the way?

"Any time today, Tim." Dillion brings me out of my wondering. Wait, did he
mean now?  "Wait, did you mean now?" Does he actually want me to strip off
my boxers in front of him and Alan? And any of the other nerds that have
been weirdly quiet this whole time. We haven't exactly been whispering this
whole time. Sure, the rooms pretty big and the others are a good 8-10
metres away, but surely they can still hear us.  "When else? We won't those
boxers, not a spare pair you keep in your locker." I don't actually have a
spare pair in my locker. All our lockers were cleared out before the end of
last week. However, I feel Dillion wouldn't accept that as an answer.
"Okay, I suppose it's only fair seeing you've already put on a show." I
give Dillion a smirk of my own; an attempt to demonstrate he's not
intimidating me.

Quickly checking to make sure the other three nerds aren't stealing sneaky
peaks, I toe off my shoes and undo the clasp on my trousers. Looking back
over to Dillion and Alan - both sets of eyes looking down at my dick and
not at my face - I realise if I do this then they'll both be seeing my
dick. Thankfully, it's now only semi hard, so they're not getting the full
show. I'm pretty sure I'm bigger than Dillion, but I wasn't able to get a
good enough look at Alan's to adequately size him up.

Taking a deep breath I completely remove my trousers, sliding them off my
feet and putting them to the left of my chair, away from Dillion. All I
need is for him to run off with them leaving me in my boxers. Or worse, in
just my socks.

Taking another look over to the two nerds, Dillon's smirks gone, replaced
by an open mouthed horny look. Not three minutes ago he was acting like the
big man, but give him a cock to drool over and bravado goes out the window.

Suddenly feeling good about myself and the situation, I allow a smirk to
spread over my own face. It's kind of self assuring knowing your dick has
power over people.

Not wasting anymore time - the bell to signal the end of break should be
going soon - I quickly slide my boxers down my naturally smooth legs,
letting them pool at my feet before stepping out of them. Bending over in
my seat I pick them up and throw them at Dillion's face. Transfixed by my
semi, he doesn't react in time and the loose material hits him square in
the nose before bouncing off onto the floor next to him.

My end of the bargain met, I turn away from them and pick up my
trousers. Still seated I pull them over my feet and up to my knees. Should
I stand up and give them a show of my ass? Wait, has anyone seen my ass?
With a devilish smile I slightly raise my butt cheeks from the chair and
quickly pull my trousers over them. They've seen all they're going to see
of me. No ass for them. Well, not my ass anyways.

Doing up my trousers, the bulge is very noticeable. How am I going to walk
around school like this? The feel of the material on my cock head alone is
starting to give me a boner. Will it look suspicious if I spend the day
with my bag over my crotch?

Turning back around Dillion and Alan are now more interested in my old
boxers than they are of me. For a moment it crosses my mind as to why they
would want them, however, I instantly decided not to care. As long as they
don't tell me about it they can knock themselves out.

The only troubling thing is they both now have smirks across their
faces. What are they planning now?

"Looks like virgins can produce precum, Tim, and you produce quite a bit."
I roll my eyes as their smirks turn to giggles. Of course there's a lot;
been hard over Lee and Bobby for the better part of two hours. Dillion and
Alan get up and go back to the other side of the computers, just in time
for the bell to sound.

Logging off my computer, I wait till all the other have left the room,
hoping Dillion has stowed my boxers away in his bag and not carrying them
around as if they're a flag.

Once alone I pick up my bag and stand up, feeling the material of my
trousers rub up against my bell end, causing it to throb and possibly leak
out some more precum.

Looking down; the bulge is so pronounced. I can't see how anyone can miss
it. Reaching into my trousers I put it back into stealth position - tucked
under my waistband - however, now without the added support of my boxers
it's actually slightly pulling the elastic away from my body. Along with
the lack of help from my shirt - which is also having a habit of rubbing my
bell end now there's more space for my dick to move in - I admit to myself;
maybe giving Dillion my boxers wasn't such a good idea after all!

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bootusrim@gmail.com. Also check out my other stories:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-morality-of-cheating
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