Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2024 04:38:24 +0000
From: aussiesw <aussiesw@proton.me>
Subject: Breaking School Rules: Part 2

The following story contains depictions of consensual sexual activity
between teenage boys. If you are offended by this or cannot legally read
this in your country, do not read it. All character names used are
fictitious,  though the story is based on real events. Feel free to drop
me a message at aussiesw@proton.me if you enjoyed it or have any
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Part 2: In Plain Sight

Andy and I shared a number of classes together, but it was English class
where we continued to explore each other. Though, this was not without
its difficulties. Imagine thirty adolescent boys crammed into a small
classroom, the desks set in three rows, one row behind the other. Andy
and I would sit at the end of the rows, with one of us always in the row
in front of the other. Each lesson we would come in, remove our blazers
and hang them over the back of our chairs, and sit to do our work.

This particular day I was sitting in front of Andy. We were given work to
do, but allowed to discuss the work with the people around us. At one
point in the lesson I turned sideways on my chair and leaned my chair
back to talk with Andy. As I looked around I could see our teacher was
busy attending to other students, and the other boys were distracted
talking amongst themselves. Suddenly I could feel Andy's leg ever so
slowly rubbing up and down against mine. At first I was unsure, pondering
whether my mind was imagining it, but the rhythmic rubbing continued and
I watched as Andy lost his train of thought.

Once I realised what he was doing a wave of adolescent arousal came over
me, and I could feel my boyhood straining against the material of my
underwear. Slowly, I dangled my arm over the back of the chair and leaned
back. The top of my arm near my shoulder was resting against the edge of
Andy's desk, and my blazer obfuscating what I was about to do.

Again I glanced around the room ensuring no one was watching before
moving my hand up to meet his thigh. Though barely touching him, my
fingers glided up and down his leg, occasionally moving towards his
rapidly tenting shorts. I could feel his hardon bounce through the
material of his shorts each time I approached his groin, and he let out
an almost inaudible moan. This was the signal to keep going, and I
gradually started working my way up the inside of his shorts, inching
towards my prize. When I reached his underwear I could feel a wet patch
forming, lubricating my fingers and making me throb. I carefully
rearranged my hard cock, slipping the head through the leg hole of my
underwear before inconspicuously starting to rub it through my shorts.

By this time Andy was beginning to gently rock his hips back and forward.
After checking no was was watching - the boy sitting directly next to him
was turned away talking to his neighbour - he reached down into his
shorts and pull the waistband of his underwear down and under his tight
scrotum, releasing his cock into my hand. My fingers explored the tip,
using his precum as lube to gently dance around his foreskin and over his
glands. I could see his breathing getting shallower, and he twitched
every now and then from the sensitivity of what I was doing to his cock.

After what must have felt like eons to him of teasing and torment, I
moved down and grabbed his shaft firmly in my hand. I was constrained in
the limited space my hand occupied in his shorts, but was able to get
enough purchase to start stroking up and down, gently squeezing as I came
up to the head. Each stroke I could feel him getting harder and harder,
feel him aching in pleasure. With each downward motion I could see him
ever so slightly bite his lip and roll his eyes back, allowing the
pleasure to overtake him whilst ensuring that none of the other boys
sitting oh so close to him could tell that he was being milked in plain
sight.

Without much forethought I began to speed up, daring him to cum. My hand,
trapped willingly beneath his fly, was sweaty and covered in precum. This
allowed for maximum leverage, holding his smooth member and retracting
his foreskin just far enough that his head rubbed sensitively against the
wet material of his shorts. Without warning he gushed wave after wave of
warm cum over my hand and making a very wet, sticky mess inside his
shorts and over his underwear. Caught off guard my hand froze, clutching
his softening member. I quickly, but not noticeably, pulled my hand out
from his shorts and discreetly inspected the semen that was now
threatening to run down my arm and drip onto the floor. Again, without
much forethought and somewhat panicked, I faked a sneeze, raised my hand
and asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom to wash my hand as it
was "covered in snot". Whilst I received a few gross looks, to my
surprise she agreed and I went and washed my hand. When I returned it was
the end of class, and Andy was gingerly standing up with his blazer
covering the enormous wet stain on the front of his shorts. He made a
beeline for the bathroom and stayed there for the entirety of lunch until
the cum patch had dried and was no longer so obvious. Needless to say
after this I was immeasurably horny, having almost ejaculated into my own
underwear in class. Unfortunately I could not relive myself in the
toilets over lunch, nor could I get away in the final two lessons of the
day, so I had to wait.

By the time school had finished I was frustratingly aroused and my balls
were aching. I hopped on the school bus to go home knowing it was going
to be at least an hour before I could unload at home. Slowly, one by one,
boys got off at their stops until there were only a couple of us left.
Being the oldest one left, I was sitting at the back of the bus reliving
in my mind what had happened in class. My erection was throbbing, and I
felt like I was going to explode. So again, ensuring no one could see, I
unzipped my fly, pulled the waistband of my Bonds undies down, reached in
and pulled my hard cut cock out. Immediately I began to masturbate,
stroking to the thought of what I had done in the middle of class. It did
not take long at all before I was shooting stream after stream of cum
over the back of the seat in front of me. I watched for a minute as my
semen ran down the seat and onto the floor, my balls satisfyingly empty,
before putting my cock back into my undies and zipping my fly up. After I
got home, had dinner and went to bed, my final thought was "I have to do
that again."

On Thursday, 4 January 2024 at 14:10, aussiesw <aussiesw@proton.me>
wrote:
      Suggested categories: gay, highschool
The following story contains depictions of consensual sexual
activity between teenage boys. If you are offended by this or
cannot legally read this in your country, do not read it. All
character names used are fictitious,  though the story is based on
real events. Feel free to drop me a message at aussiesw@proton.me
if you enjoyed it.

Also, please consider supporting nifty.org. You can donate here:
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Part 1: The First Encounter

I will always remember the butterflies in my stomach the day I
started at my new school. I was a 15 year old, brown haired, blue
eyed boy, who had recently moved to Brisbane Australia. It was the
end of summer and my parents had enrolled me in an all-boys
Catholic school, as this was the closest school to where we were
living. I remember the nervousness and excitement of wondering what
this school would be like, and whether I would make friends?

The first few months were relatively unremarkable, and this school
was mostly similar to schools I had been to before. I got into a
routine with school work, and made some friends. There were,
however, some things that were different, and that took me a while
to get used to. For example, the school had its own swimming pool
and we would go down twice a week for swimming lessons as part of
our PE class. I assumed this would be like all the other schools I
had been to where there were individual cubicles to get changed in,
but not here. There was one open area that we would change in and
out of our swimmers in. One open area where a whole class of
teenage boys would first get naked before putting on speedos, then
after swimming get naked again to put back on their undies and get
dressed. Some would call this a perk, and I would agree, however
even by the end of high school I still was not used to this. I
would have to change quickly or else I would be standing there
trying to hide a growing erection.

This, though, was not where I would break the school rules.

One of the boys I made friends with was Andrew. He was tall for his
age, blonde with an athletic build, and was one of those kids who
no matter what sport he tried, he was good at it. We had a few
classes together - English, science, history, and maths - and it
was in one of these classes that we started doing things we
shouldn't have.

On this one particular day were were sitting together in our
science class. Our teacher was off sick, so we had a substitute who
had given us some pre-set work. The task was to work through the
worksheet, and if we were finished then we could talk amongst
ourselves. Andrew and I finished about halfway through the lesson
so sat up the back talking. We were bored, and our conversation
soon bordered on sexual.

"What kind of undies do you wear?" he asked.

"Briefs" I told him. "You?"

"Same" he said. "I bet you wont show me them!"

I was a little taken aback. I thought Andrew was straight, after
all he often spoke about the girls he would hang around. He had me
curious now, and I wondered how far this would go. So, sneakily I
unzipped my fly and showed him my navy blue Bonds undies. He
smiled. I then thought about how to one-up him. I could see he was
starting to tent in his shorts, so tried something a bit riskier.

"I bet you wont show me your bulge" I said.

Andrew took a quick look around the room to ensure no one was
looking. Most of the other boys were still working, and the
substitute teacher was looking at her laptop. He quietly unzipped
his pants and slowly pulled his bulge through the fly. I could see
the outline of a rapidly hardening penis through the material of
his red Tradie undies. By now I was rock hard, and I could see a
small wet patch forming at the point where the tip of his penis met
his underwear. Andrew was now staring at my crotch too. He leaned
over and whispered "I bet you won't let me touch it".

I scanned the room. Slowly I pushed my chair back a little,
allowing just enough room for him to reach over. He leaned forward
to conceal what he was doing, and moved his arm towards me. He
started by placing his hand on my thigh. Gently he moved his hand
up, ever so slightly grazing my leg with his fingers. When he got
to my open fly he hesitated, only for a moment, before sliding his
hand over my undies. My hardness jumped when he touched it,
pulsating with every gentle squeeze. Suddenly there was a commotion
at the front of the class, and he pulled his hand away. We quickly,
but discretely, zipped up our flies and rearranged ourselves before
pretending to talk about something else. It was close to lunch and
we agreed to meet to continue what we started.

The bell rang, and the other boys and the teacher hurried off for
lunch. Andrew and I hung back as my locker was right outside the
science classroom. We walked around for a bit before finding a
quiet spot behind the science block. My heart was pounding, and I
could tell Andrew was nervous as well. Without saying anything, he
reached out and grabbed my crotch.

"You're still hard" he said.

"Yeah" I grinned. "So are you!"

I could see he was still tenting in his shorts. He smiled before
unzipping my fly. My bulge sprung out, with my underwear barely
able to contain my erection. He placed his hand up inside my
shorts, and I could feel his fingers go over the top of the elastic
waistband of my undies. He slowly pulled them down until my
erection popped free. He stood for what felt like an eternity just
looking at my cock. Then he slowly took all of my 6 inches in his
hand and started stroking me. It felt amazing - I had never had
anyone touch me before, and he was so gentle as he rhythmically
worked my shaft up and down. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, my
cock inches from his face. He seemed to be studying it, looking
intently as he moved his hand.

"I've never seen a cut one before" he said.

"Oh, are you not cut?" I replied.

"Nah, I'm uncut" he said.

"Ah, I've never seen an uncut one before either!"

Andrew got back on his feet and in an instant had unbuttoned his
shorts and pulled down his underwear. His 6 inch uncut cock sprung
up and hit him on his abs, leaving a long thread of sticky precum
glistening from his belly to his foreskin. He then took a step
closer, close enough for the tip of my cock to touch the tip of
his. I reached out and took him in my hand. He was warm and hard,
and his skin soft to touch. His cock bounced as I ran my hand up
his shaft, his foreskin gliding back over the head of his penis,
leaving a drop of precum right at the tip. Andrew let out a soft
moan. He had his eyes fixed to what was happening, and started to
move his hips back and forward.

After a while I kneeled down, inspecting his boyhood. It was
perfect. His penis curved ever so slightly up, and I loved watching
his swollen glands reveal themselves each time my hand moved
towards the base. Slowly, I brought the tip to my lips, and allowed
him to enter my mouth. It tasted sweet, not at all how I had
imagined, and as my lips moved further down his shaft toward the
neat bush of pubic hair I could smell the heady scent of teenage
boy musk. Andrew continued to moan, and I could see the skin around
his balls start to tighten. I knew he was getting close, but
without warning he suddenly pulled me to my feet.

"I don't want to cum yet" he panted.

And that's when he kissed me. Andrew leaned forward and placed his
lips on mine, his tongue moving inside my mouth. I'd never kissed
anyone before, and just followed his lead. As he was doing this he
grabbed my cock and began to play with it. My hormones were racing,
and I was aching to feel someone sucking on my cock. Soon he was on
his knees again and this time had me in his mouth. I could feel his
tongue move along the underside of my shaft, tickling my head every
time he came up. It was ecstasy. A wave of pleasure engulfed me on
every suck, and soon I was becoming all sweaty. I think Andrew
could sense this, as he began to speed up. Stroke after stroke my
legs started to shake, and I could feel my orgasm building. I
mumbled for him not to stop before a wave of
pleasure overwhelmed me and I began shooting stream after stream of
boy cum into his mouth. I don't think he was expecting the
amount of cum that I ejaculated, and he spluttered semen all down
his shirt and onto my shoes. I thought he would be angry, but he
just looked up at me and smiled as a drop of cum dripped from his
chin onto his cock. He swallowed what was left in his mouth and
stood up. I kissed him again, and tasted my own seed. It was both
sweet and salty, and I could feel it sticking to our lips. It was
then my turn to make Andrew cum. Again, I took him into my mouth
and used my tongue to work up and down his cock and under his
foreskin. It didn't take long before Andrews legs were shaking and
I could see his scrotum tighten. He warned me just before I felt
the first shot hit the back of my throat. Andrew shot 5 or 6
streams of cum into my mouth before he pulled away. I made sure I
swallowed each one, before standing up and kissing him again. We
stood there making out for what felt like ages, our semi-hard cocks
still hanging out of our shorts with the last drops of white seed
falling to the ground every time we moved. Finally we heard the
bell ring. We made ourselves presentable and walked back around to
our next classes. Before we parted, Andrew promised that we would
have to do it again.