Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2019 15:25:49 +0100
From: Cliffy B <bootusrim@gmail.com>
Subject: Desperate Times 8 (Revised)

Desperate Times 8

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Well, I can't stay here all day. Holding my bag over my crotch; I make my
way to the door. With every step, I can feel the material of my shirt
brushing against my sensitive cock head. Before opening the door, I look
down and see a very noticeable wet patch over my cock head. Fuck, how am I
going to hide this? The bag-over-the-crotch technique already makes me look
awkward. I'm really starting to think letting Dillion and Alan take my
boxers was a bad idea.

Hurrying out the door to the computer lab, I almost bump into a short boy
on the way to his lesson. Noticing the mass of students to my right; I
decide to go left. Best to avoid crowds while I've still got a noticeable
bulge in my trousers. Going down the seldom-used stairwell at the back of
the technology block, I replay the events of break time over my head. How
can nerds have such big cocks? Stereotypes have lead me to believe that
they avoid sports to hide their unfit bodies and small dicks. To be honest,
they're both bigger than Lee. Alan might even be thicker, but I'd need to
get a closer look to really determine that. Wait, am I actually thinking
about trying to get a closer look at Alan Hoods dick? I mean, it's only for
size comparison, but still; gross. Jogging down the empty stairwell,
thinking about cocks has done nothing to help my own. Not even thinking
about greasy Alan.

Leaving the building into the blinding, mid-day sun; I wonder what to do
next. The back of the technology building faces away from the main
school. A path snakes its way around to the front and towards my third
period; English. I should be heading that way, but in my current state of
horniness, I know there's no point. I'm not going to be taking anything
in. Hell, I never paid any attention this morning and that was before what
happened at break. Besides, it's Mr Bennet. All that's going to happen is
we're going to be working from revision guides while he plays some clips
about Shakespear from YouTube. Nope, there's absolutely no reason for me to
go to English.

So, if I'm not going to English; Where am I going to go?

Looking to the right, beyond the small playing field, lies the now unused
Humanities building. When the school was smaller it housed English,
Geography and History lessons. However, six years ago, the school got some
massive investment and whole new buildings were erected; completely
modernising the school. Most of the old school was knocked down, bit by
bit, but the Humanities building was kept to house lessons for the subjects
who were having their buildings built a new.

Obviously, it's all locked and boarded up tightly. However, everyone on the
football team knows there's a busted fire door at the back, leading you
into one of the classrooms. The rumour being Lee and some of the others
would take their girls there for some sexual fun times. Although, I now
know - at least part of it - isn't true.

Checking to make sure no teachers or other staff are around, I make a quick
walk across the field to the abandoned building. With one more look around
I sneak behind the back and to the slightly ajar fire exit. I admit; I've
never actually tried this before. I mean, I've never needed to. Never had a
girl to take here. Don't sneak off for a smoke at lunch or break, hell,
I've never even ditched classes before. So, thankfully the busted fire door
isn't just a rumour.

Opening the door, I cautiously poke my head in first; making sure there's
no one actually using it. Thankfully, it's empty, except for the rows of
single desks with chairs. Apparently if the exam halls too full some
students get put in here as a sort of overflow parking kind of
system. Probably why they haven't had it knocked down with the other old
buildings.

Walking into the eerily quiet classroom, I go to the front and sit on the
big comfy teacher chair. I mean, that's the first thing any student would
do, right? Finally letting out a breath and relaxing; I take a moment to
enjoy the silence. Looking around, it's obvious no one's been here in a
while. Dust travels along the sunbeams streaming in from the windows. The
few books leftover from when it was used as a classroom are starting to
yellow and there's a slight smell of damp in the air, despite it being the
middle of summer. Not great to have lessons in, but for somewhere to hide
and shoot a load; it'll do.

Looking down at my crotch, my half chubbed cock's still pretty noticeable
in my trousers. It's gone down enough to have slipped past my waistband,
but not enough to be hidden. How do people go around commando without being
extremely self-conscious about everyone noticing their dick? I mean, yeah,
it feels really .. sexy. But I couldn't do it on a daily basis.

Deciding to take advantage of my alone time; I rub my left thumb down the
length of my cloth-covered cock. It gives a grateful twitch, blood
returning to it again, the conflicting feelings of pleasure and desperate
need flowing from my balls. After two hours of fantasising about Lee and
Bobby, followed by watching a personal sex show - all with minimal contact
of my own dick - the slightest of touches is all it takes to send a shiver
of pleasure through me. I so need to cum!

Taking my thumb away I just let it bounce inside my trousers; feeling the
desire. I've got like, two hours, so no need to rush this. I can just chill
and enjoy myself.

Closing my eyes I think back to the last few days: Seeing my neighbour in
the bathroom; wanking in front of Bobby; wanking with Lee; seeing my
neighbour again; sucking off both Bobby and Wayne; watching Dillion and
Alan. Some really great moments, and some not so great. All horny
though. I'm still not sure if I really enjoyed the way Wayne treated me, to
be honest. Even though I'm pretty sure it's just a macho facade, I don't
really appreciate being treated like a ... well, like a slut. Just a mouth
to be used. However, I did really enjoy my times with Bobby. As a plus, he
also seems keen to have some more fun together. Hmmm, there's an idea;
Bobby's in my English class.

Getting my phone out of my pocket; I quickly message Bobby. I know it's a
long shot, him probably already being in class and all, but the
opportunities too good to miss!

`Hey dude, come to the old Humanities building. Decided to bunk off
English. Need company.' As I said; long shot. Technically we shouldn't have
phones out in class, however, Mr Bennet doesn't really pay much
attention. Long as you're quiet he doesn't seem to care. Hopefully, Bobby's
not too much of a goody-good to be actually working.

With the message sent a naughty thought enters my head; maybe I should also
invite Lee and make it a three-way. I have to laugh. I don't even know if
Lee will be willing to do more than be wank buddies, let alone get into a
hot, in school, threesome. However, I should message Lee. I've got his
number, but he still hasn't got mine.

Looking through my contacts on Whatsapp I don't see Lee. With a furrowed
brow I look to see if he's put himself as his surname - Metcaff - but no
luck there either. Maybe he didn't actually put his number in. Maybe he's
been leading me on all this time.  In a slight panic, I move from relaxing
on the big teacher chair to sitting upright. Maybe it's in my contacts, but
not in Whatsapp for some reason. Checking Lee and Metcaff in my contacts
also comes up short. In desperation, I go through each contact, one by one,
to see if he'd put himself under some weird name.

Almost running out of contacts, I'm also losing hope. That is until I get
to `W' and what do you know? `Wanker ;)' is the very last contact. Fucking
prick, probably thought he was being so, fucking, hilarious. Give me a
fucking panic attack.

I thought about leaving it as `Wanker ;)' for a moment but decided I'd
better not. Don't need to be explaining that one.

Changing it to the more simple, and boring, `Lee', I send him a
message. `Hey Lee, it's Tim.' I'm tempted to add some sort of innuendo, or
something sexual, but I don't know who might be looking over his shoulder
when he receives this, so better not.

Shortly after sending my message to Lee, I get a reply from Bobby:
`wondering where you were' `some of us are stuck in english so cant just
fuck off' Thankfully Bobby's a little rebel at heart.  `Just ask to go
library. I doubt he'll say no to you.' Probably because Bobby's the good,
quiet kid, teachers - especially Mr Bennet - have a habit of accepting
whenever Bobby asks to do anything. Or maybe it's because of his brother,
Wayne's, reputation that gets him special treatment. Either way, he has a
habit of being treated a little better than the rest of us.

Waiting three minutes, checking twitter to pass the time so I'm not just
staring at Whatsapp, Bobby finally replies: `out of english just got to not
get caught' Sweet!  `You know about the fire door?'  `Yeah almost on the
field'

Now that Bobby's on his way, how do I make sure this turns sexual? I know
Bobby's said he'd like to have more fun with me, however, what people are
comfortable saying in a message and what they're comfortable saying or
doing face to face, can be completely different. Not to say that I wouldn't
love to just hang with Bobby, but at the moment I need more than just a
casual chat.

Well, I know one sure-fire way to get my desires across. Moving to the
front of the teacher's desk, I unbutton my trousers and let them fall to
the floor - pooling around my ankles - my hard dick bouncing around in the
air. Foreskin fully pulled back, wet, angry red head sticking out in front
of me, pointing to the back of the classroom. I'm sure he'll
understand. However, does it look a bit stupid? Just standing here, hard
dick slightly covered by my shirt, trousers covering my feet? You know
what? Fuck it!

Throwing my blazer onto a desk in front of me, I quickly strip out of my
tie and shirt, leaving my pasty,
 pale torse exposed. I know I've got nothing to be ashamed about in the
body department, however, I've never had the confidence to walk around with
my shirt off. Possibly has something to do with hanging with guys who've
got chiselled abs and muscular pecs. Next to them, I'm scrawny. Plus, I now
look a bit stupid, what with a tanned face, neck and arms, but a completely
white stomach and chest. Makes me look like I've got a 24/7 t-shirt on.

Bending over, I get my shoes and socks off, followed by fully removing my
trousers. Being on the football team, I'm used to getting naked at school,
however, that's usually in the changing rooms. Feels a bit ... kinkier to
be doing it in a classroom. Even if that classroom is pretty much
abandoned.

Sitting on the teacher's desk, legs fully spread, Bobby can't have a single
doubt to what I want to do. With no fan or ventilation - opening the
windows might be a bit suspicious for anyone walking by - it's pretty hot
in here. I can feel the sweat starting to run down my sides from my pits. A
slight shimmer appearing on my flat stomach.

Movement outside takes my focus away from my body, eyes drawn to the broken
fire exit, hoping it'll be Bobby that walks through, not some rando. Fuck,
I really hope it's Bobby and not a teacher, or caretaking staff. My dick
droops just a little as fear stings at my chest.

Couple seconds later the fire door slowly, carefully opens. Light streams
in along with a dark brown mop of hair and green eyes. A cute snubbed nose
and wide smile complete Bobby's face as he fully enters the previously
unused classroom. He moves his 5'6" frame till he's in line with me, a row
of tables acting as a corridor, leading him to my waiting cock. I slowly
release the breath I've been holding in anticipation of the worst. Maybe a
bit pessimistic, but better to be prepared than sorry.

"Hey there." Bobby's dimpled smile beams at me.  "Hey dude, how's it
going?" Not the smoothest line, but I'm not afraid to admit this is a
completely new situation for me.  "Heh, it's going pretty good thanks. You
look very ... comfortable" Bobby looks me up down, taking in the nudity
being presented for his pleasure.  "Well, yeah. It's pretty hot in here;
thought it'd feel better without clothes." I try to give him a sexy look
with my eyes.  "Ha, ha! How's it working out for you?" Bobby's dimples get
more pronounced the wider he smiles. It's so fucking cute.  "How about you
try it and find out?" I thought about ending it with a wink - it's what I'd
do if I sent it as a message - however, that would be way too cheesy.  "I
think I might." Just the thought of getting to see Bobby naked, fully open
for me to take in, gets my cock twitching.

Giving a quick glance to the door, Bobby starts to strip. First removing
his black blazer, then his tie, his eyes staring deep into mine as he
unbuttons his shirt and letting it slide from his shoulders, silently
dropping to the floor. Bobby's own slim body is a bit like mine, just a
little less definition in the pecs. Also, he seems to have a naturally
darker skin tone than me, so even though his arms and legs are obviously
more tanned than his torso and thighs, it doesn't look as ridiculous as my
own pasty body.

Kicking off his shoes, he looks down to unbuckle his belt and unclasp his
trousers. Letting them join his shirt, he steps out and away from his pile
of clothes, now only in a pair of skimpy blue briefs and grey socks. A cute
pair of briefs are a total match for Bobby. I think I'd be a bit
disappointed if he wore anything else, to be honest. Even from the other
side of the classroom, Bobby's hard bulge is unmistakable. I'm pretty sure
I can also see the top of his pubes.

Looking back up to my eyes, Bobby bites his bottom lip seductively as his
thumbs slide under the waistband of his briefs, pulling them away from the
front of his body. I see his hard cock flick up before he bends over,
hiding his cock from view as he removes the small piece of material down
his hairy legs. With his briefs now at his feet, Bobby removes his socks
and stands back upright. Taking another step forward, away from another
pile of clothes; Bobby's hands first go to the sides of his thighs, before
feeling their way around to his ass.

Now standing naked before me, his hard cock gently curving to point at the
ceiling, the shyer Bobby that I've always known seems to make an
appearance. Eyes downcast, his right foot rubbing his left leg. If not for
the big smile on his face I'd think something was wrong.

"Hey, why don't you come over here?" The invitation is just what Bobby
needs. Looking back up, he makes his way through the corridor of tables
towards me. His feet making a slight padding sound on the carpet as his
dick bobs in the air. His dimples' hidden in his blush.

Now in front of me, his hands reach up and touch my pecs, his palms flat
against my hard nipples, sending a wave a pleasure through my body, ending
in my twitching cock.

"Hey, Tim, can I tell you something?" Bobby looks up at me for a moment,
before looking back at his hands now gently squeezing my chest, causing his
palms to rub harder against my sensitive nipples.  "Sure dude, you can tell
me anything. At this point, I think we can be pretty open with each other."
Bobby giggles as his eyes look back up into mine, not looking away this
time.  "It's just that, I've, uh, never really done this before." I'm not
overly surprised. As amazingly cute as Bobby is, I've never noticed him
really having many friends. Even amongst the football team, he's pretty
much in the shadows. Shit, I've never even really noticed him in the
changing rooms. "You're the first guy that's even seen me naked, let alone
sucked my dick." Bobby looks away to my right, his hands moving down my
body to rest on my hips. "If seeing you hard on the coach didn't make me so
horny, we would not be here right now." His eyes look down at my current
boner, hands moving along my smooth, pale thighs. "To be honest; my cock
was hard the moment you sat next to me. Couldn't believe it when you
did. Then seeing you try to hide your tented shorts, I just had to get a
better look." Still smoothing my thighs, his eyes haven't left my
throbbing, jerking, hard on.  "Wait, do you mean the whole, switching seats
thing, was so you could see my boner?" Is Bobby trying to tell me he was
into me before Friday?  "I know, pretty stupid. But, I thought it'd be my
only chance to get to see your hard cock. Even if it was through your
shorts. Heh, how wrong I was." Bobby's eyes go back to mine as his thumbs
slightly stroke the edge of my ball sack, causing my testicles to rise up.
"Hey, if I'd known such a cute guy was wanting to see my cock, I'd have
shown you much sooner." We both smile at each other. "I mean, you're the
first guy to see my hard cock too. Hopefully, the first to touch it as
well." Bobby smile widens, deepening his dimples as his thumbs move up from
my balls to touch the base of my shaft.

My dick throbs and bounces around in front of Bobby's face as the slightest
of touches sends a shiver through my body. Bobby takes my cock in his right
hand, a good inch of shaft and the head peeking over the top, his left
thumb and ring finger circling the base, his palm resting on my balls, his
fingers on my pubes. His fist starts slowly moving up, his thumb rubbing
over the sensitive underside of my cock head, causing my whole body to
convulse in pleasure. I place my hands flat on the desk behind me,
steadying myself.

Bobby's thumb uses my precum cum to swirl over my head, forcing a guttural
moan from deep in my chest. Bobby's eyes look up into my own, those damn
adorable dimples and sexy smile almost enough to make me cum. If he'd been
wanking me any faster he'd be sprayed with my jizz right now. However, as
his hand travels back up my shaft it's obvious it won't take much longer at
any speed to make me cum. I've never seen my dick so hard, veins bulging,
head flared out, an almost constant stream of precum being pumped
out. Wanking my own cock has never made my body feel so alive.

"Uh, Bobby. Not to ruin the moment or anything, but I'm really close to
cumming." Bobby's thumb reaches my cock head again, tentatively moving over
my piss slit, collecting up my spilt precum.

Letting go of my cock with his right hand, he moves his thumb to his mouth,
a devilish smirk stretching his lips, parting them enough to let his thumb
pass inside.

"Mmmm, sweet. You've been eating your fruit." My cock twitches out another
load of precum as my mouth hangs open, wide-eyed.

Removing his thumb from his mouth, his right-hand returns to my cock,
holding the shaft. Bobby leans over, slightly kneeling as he keeps eye
contact with me, snaking out his tongue, placing it under my cock head,
barely touching the sensitive skin. His hand moves my cock over his tongue,
collecting all my precum before withdrawing his tongue back into his
mouth. Swallowing hard.

It's taking everything I have not to start shooting. His tongue felt like
velvet, delicately stimulating every nerve ending in my cock, sending my
balls crazy, my skin alive with goosebumps. My knuckles are white from
holding the edge of the table, my legs bent underneath, straining my
muscles to keep my balls from emptying.

Bobby gives my cock two quick strokes, increasing the maddening tingle
through my cock and balls. My toes curling, back arched; the buildup of
pleasurable agony bursts through my resistance, waves of euphoria travel
through me as I finally relax, feeling the cum travel through my cock as
Bobby's thumb plays with the underside of the head.

With an animalistic growl, I unleash my load; my head forced back, eyes
closed from the climactic pleasure of release. It feels like every cell in
my body is tingling, forcing me to cum more as my hips thrust in Bobby's
hands, desperate to unload every last drop.

Slowly, the pleasure
 radiating from my cock begins to fade. Bobby's now wet hand, gently
massages my shaft, encouraging whatever's left in my balls to seep
out. Several shivers of aftershock orgasm go through my body, causing me to
twitch out the last bit of tension in my muscles, leaving me limp and
relaxed.

Opening my eyes, I look down to a wide, open grinning Bobby. I notice the
straight, whiteness of his teeth for a second before taking in Bobby's cum
soaked face. Streaks of long, creamy white travel from his chin all the way
to the back of his head. I count four lines of my cum streaked through his
dark brown hair, trailing across his eyes, nose and open mouth. Looking
further down there's cum splattered over his chest, stomach and even some
on his thighs.

"Shit, Tim, I knew you could shoot, but man that was a lot. You must have
been super horny!" Bobby licks around his lips, catching some cum that's
been dripping down his face. He gets more cum from his chest on his finger,
putting it in his mouth, and sucking the jizz off. "Not bad, maybe next
time I can get some from the tap," Bobby winks up at me.

I'm unable to reply. My breath is coming in deep, short rasps; my chest
heaving with the effort to get oxygen into my body. I don't remember
holding my breath, but with how much work my lungs are having to do I must
have.

Getting up from his crouched position, Bobby starts looking around the
classroom, hands held up, trying to keep my cum from falling to the
carpeted floor.

"I don't think we thought this through," Bobby gives a slight giggle, "What
we meant to clean up with?" I admit, I hadn't thought about that part,
however, I do have a solution.

Managing to slide my ass off the desk, my hands keeping hold of the edge of
the desk to steady my shaky legs. Standing in front of Bobby, he just comes
up to my chin, causing him to have to tilt his head up to look me in the
eyes. Standing there, covered in my cum, he looks so hot.

Maybe it's post orgasm brain, or I'm caught up in the moment, but, without
thinking, I put my hands on either side of his face; his ears cradled
between my thumbs and ring fingers, and I lean down towards him. For a
moment, I press my lips against his, feeling the wet softness against my
own.

Pulling back again, I see a blush behind the cum drying on Bobby's
cheeks. His cheeks are also being stretched by a smile, a good indicator
that the kiss went down well.

Moving to the other side of the desk, my now softening cock drips a last
drop of cum onto the worn carpet, dislodged by the movement of my cock; I
wonder if any will notice the cum stains. I doubt this place actually gets
cleaned anymore, so I suspect it'll stay there till the building gets torn
down.

Reaching under the desk, I pull out my bag. Setting it on the chair, I
reach in and pull out my towel. Always bring a towel on training days.

"You not brought a towel for training?" I throw the towel to Bobby from
across the table.  "Naw, not going tonight. Don't really see much of a
point. No one will notice." Bobby wipes the cum off his face first,
followed by getting as much off his chest and legs as he can.  "I'll
notice." I look at the now, less cummy, Bobby with a smile.  "Heh, thanks."
With as much cum removed as possible, Bobby puts the towel on the desk.
"Come take a seat." I move the teacher's chair from behind the desk,
pointing the seat at Bobby.

With a smile, Bobby pads his way over to the chair and turns around, giving
me a nice view of his pert, slightly hairy bum cheeks, before sitting
down. Turning the chair so Bobby's now facing me I kneel down in front of
him. Reaching up to his throbbing cock, thick veins encircling the dark
skin of his shaft. His foreskin is pulled right back, revealing the head
and an inch of pinky-purple skin.

Taking hold of the bottom of his shaft in my right hand, I bend his cock
down so the head is aimed straight at my mouth. Looking up at Bobby with a
smile, I bend forward, sliding his cock past my wet lips, plunging down his
shaft as far as I can go. I gag a little as his cock head hits the back of
my throat, looking into Bobby's bushy pubes I estimate I'm about an inch
off of taking in all of his, roughly, 6 inches. Once again my tongue picks
up the tang of sweat and possibly dried piss, however, I still don't
care. The taste isn't overwhelming and - in fact - gives this strange added
eroticism to the act. Emphasising the spontaneity of the act. No time to
shower, just two guys caught in their lust.

Holding his balls in my left hand I can feel them jumping around as I move
back up his shaft, taking a moment to curl my tongue around his head, the
taste now diluted by my saliva is much weaker than before. Going back down
the curvature of his cock causes the head to drag along the roof of my
mouth before once again hitting my throat. I don't gag this time, however,
I don't try to force it further once I feel the pressure. I just let his
sensitive cock head drag back along the roof of my mouth as I pull
back. This time as my tongue plays with the head I feel my saliva is
denser, added with a bit of taste I can't put my finger on.

Taking my mouth off his cock, I draw my right hand up his shaft, putting
pressure on the fleshy tube under his cock, trying to get another sample of
his precum. With his foreskin bunched up under his head, a bead of precum
appears at his piss slit. Taking it in my tongue I try to get a better
taste. It's weird; Bobby's precum has a taste but at the same time kind of
doesn't.

Putting the taste of Bobby's precum to the back of my mind, I take his cock
back into my mouth. This time going straight down, enjoying the feel of the
throbbing muscle against my tongue, stretching my mouth.

I start to get a pretty fast get a rhythm going. Sliding up and down
Bobby's pole, caressing the head with my tongue at the top, stroking his
tight balls with my left hand. On my knees, in front of Bobby, I realise
how much I actually, truly, enjoy sucking on his cock. The feel, the taste,
the soft sounds of Bobby moaning above me. Even the mix of saliva and
precum dribbling down my chin and out the corners of my mouth feels
sexy. Maybe I am a cocksucker, but maybe that isn't a bad thing. Maybe that
isn't a bad thing at all.

"You're going to make me cum, Tim. I'm going to cum." I don't know how long
I've been sucking Bobby for, but his words make me aware of the ache in my
knees. The rough carpet is not something you want to me kneeling on for a
long period of time. I'm also aware that I have a choice; let him cum on me
or in me. Before I'd been too self-conscious to let him cum in my mouth,
however, now that I know Bobby's at least bi, it seems silly to try to put
up a macho front. I want to swallow his cum and I doubt Bobby would argue
against it. Besides, easier clean up that way.

I made my decision just in time, pulling back so only Bobby's cock head's
in my mouth I hear some adorably sexy "uh"'s coming from Bobby. All the
indication he's able to give as I get my first taste of cum. To be honest,
it's just a stronger version of his precum. Thicker and more potent,
however still has the same nondescript taste. Definitely not unpleasant,
however not going to be having it on my chips or anything.

I got 4 strong shots of cum onto my tongue, the taste mixing with my
saliva. In my desire to get a taste, some of the cum's joined the precum
and saliva dribbling down my chin, falling to the carpet below. Take a
couple of swallows I empty my mouth of Bobby's seed. Giving one last suck,
getting a final drop of cum, I back away from Bobby's cock.

Bobby's slouched down in the chair, ass almost hanging off the edge; legs
spread around me, his hands still gripping the arm of the chair. His eyes
are half-closed as his face is awash in a dark red flush that goes down his
neck.

I return the lazy smile on bobby's face with a more emphatic one of my
own. It's almost like I'm sharing in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Standing up in front of Bobby, I notice my own cocks gone back to being
throbbing hard. Does this thing ever stay down? I look back at Bobby, a big
grin on his face as he looks down at my resurrected hardon. Suddenly, the
distant sound of a bell pulls us both out of the moment.

Looking up at the window, all I see is the school building in the not too
distant background. Has it been an hour already? Bobby's perked up in the
chair, looking over the back of it towards the window. Turning back around,
there's a look of concern on his face. With his balls now empty, will he
regret what we've done?

"I don't think I've ever seen that thing soft." Bobby gestures to my dick
with his head, a smile replacing the previous look of worry.  "Not when I'm
around hot guys." This time I do give Bobby a wink. I totally meant to be
cheesy this time.  "Smooth." His smile gets wider as he lets out a slight
giggle.

Noise from outside makes us both jump, the attention brought back to the
window. The noise wasn't close, but I suppose being in a classroom naked,
no matter how abandoned, is making us jumpy. The sounds of students moving
to their next class will go in a couple of minutes, however, I can see the
nervousness on Bobby's face.

"Hey, how about we go to the library?" Sure, be hot to spend another hour
naked with Bobby, but I think his courage is making its way to my stomach
along with his cum.

"Sure." Bobby gives a thankful smile as he gets up and starts walking to
the back of the classroom to get his clothes. I watch as his pert, round
cheeks slightly wiggle from side to side. My deflating cock gives a slight
jerk back into life.

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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/i-aint-gay/