Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2024 18:03:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Toby Wolf <werewolftoby@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Vibes

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Good Vibes
by werewolftoby


Like most thirteen-year old boys, Oliver had more important things on his
mind than studying. It wasn't as though he was a bad lad, or particularly
stupid, he was just too damn horny to really care about the basics of
Pythagoras! Even the ticking clock at the front of the class didn't
dissuade his stiffy from springing up inside the confines of his school
trousers under the desk where he sat alone.

A couple of desks up sat his best mate, Sebastian -- or Seb, to everyone
but his parents or the teachers -- a scruffy blonde lad who never tucked in
his shirt or did his tie up proper.

At the front of the class was their maths teacher, Mr. Stokes, a youngish
but pretty boring bloke who was only following the rules when he gave the
two detention earlier in the day for being disruptive (it was actually Seb
who was being disruptive, but Oliver would snigger and elbow him on
whenever there was fun to be had). Simply put, once he'd looked at the
notes they'd taken that day and found nothing but illustrations of crude
penises scrawled in the margins instead of the planned Pythagorean theorem,
he told them they would have to see him after school and catch up.

Oliver (or Oli, to Seb) had no problem with sitting in the back and
"reading" from textbooks for an hour, he was smart enough to get what he
was supposed to do to make it look like he'd been doing something (analog
copy and paste) without actually learning anything. In the meantime, he
kept one hand under the desk and rubbed himself into a frenzy.

Ever the mischief-maker, Seb turned around to catch his friend in the act.

Oli nearly jumped out of his seat, taking the table with him.

Seb quirked an eyebrow and mouthed, `weirdo.'

Seb hadn't seen him wanking at all.

Red-faced and pulse-racing, Oliver calmed down enough to clear his
throat. But instead of replying, he simply gave the other boy the finger,
then mouthed back, `tosser.'

A soft cough from the front of the class meant that Stokes had noticed
their interaction, followed with a `come on now, lads, settle down you've
got ten minutes left.'

`Ten minutes left,' mimicked Seb before receiving an annoyed glare in
response that finally settled him back into the work.

Oliver had lost his horn momentarily, but at the knowing that soon enough
he'd be able to get out and go home filled his young boy-brain with images
of stretching out on his bed and stripping naked and playing with himself
all afternoon had already made his softening cocklet do a one-eighty. It
seemed, however, that he was gonna have to do some wrestling with his
demons first; he found Seb fucking sexy (everyone did), the swooping
seagull like attitude, the footballers body, and the fact that he was only
sat a little ways up meant he could only him from behind and imagine all
sorts of nasty things. He couldn't wait to bang one out later thinking
about him!

As if Sebastian had some sort of psychic episode, he looked back over his
shoulder again and winked.

Fuck, that sent actual shivers to his cock.

`Check your phone,' he said silently.

They'd gotten pretty good at lip reading at this stage.

A little confused but by no means afraid, Oliver felt the buzz at his hip
and yes of course his dick pulsed in response. He pulled out his phone
under the desk and shuffled a bit so he could read the screen. He'd just
gotten a text from non other than "cuntlips seb," as was his private joke
name in his contacts and grinned.

WOT U STARIN AT ME 4 DICKHEAD

Oliver nearly laughed at that. The fact that Seb couldn't write for shit,
combined with his poor use of numbers instead of letter was always a source
of jokes between the two.

Just something retarded, texted back, silently pleased with his wit.

Seb snorted a laugh.

Then they got another cough from teacher.

Seb looked back again and grinned a shark-like grin at him.

It was an obvious tell that he was gonna text something back, so Oli got
ready to look down again, once he'd finished pretending to write with his
other hand on the desk.

U WANT A DICKPIC??

Sebastian always tried to fuck with him like this, get him in trouble by
making him laugh or twist his nipple and make him scream. It was all good
fun to him, and bless him Oliver went along with all of it usually. But to
him there was nothing funnier than doing something you shouldn't at the
worst time. He knew damn well that Oli would find his last text too funny
to resist and he was fully prepared for him to burst out laughing.

However, Oliver bit down on his lip and but down hard on this particular
tempting fruit: he knew Seb was joking around, but he wouldn't put it
passed him to actually go through with something like this. He was, after
all, a class clown and proud of it!

Horny, too horny!

So badly he had been wanting to see his friend's cock since they met in
year seven, and even though he was really pretty liberal in the changing
rooms, he never once took his boxers off. So, looking at the clock, Oli
knew he had a choice to make: five minutes... five minutes, to either get a
cock pic from Seb, or get a sneering response and prepare be called gay for
the rest of the year. Four minutes. Fuck he was hard. Just the text alone,
the insane idea that Seb would do such a thing for a laugh that he could
take advantage of later... it was too much.

Sweaty-thumbed, he texted back: Go on then.

A second later, Seb glanced sharply back over his shoulder, a massive grin
on his face, then turned back.

Clearly he found the response a laugh-riot, which was better than being
punched in the face, which is what he half-expected after all. Seb wasn't a
homophobe but his reactions could be a little unpredictable, teen hormones
and all that. He was keen to get in fights, and physically was his
preferred choice rather than a war of words.

Three minutes.

Just when it looked liked that was all he was going to get, Seb suddenly
shifted hard his his seat and coughed, then hunched over.

It wasn't suspicious enough to warrant teacher reaction; Sebastian was
always shifting and fidgeting, bouncing his knees, chewing his pen, tapping
his fingers and toes, he was just a generally restless lad.

Holy shit he fucking did it. Oliver was shaking -- and not just from the
vibration he got from his phone -- god what if this was just a pic of his
finger or something? He'd definitely taken a pic of something down there,
so maybe his shoes or just something to freak out Oliver, but Sebastian's
style was definitely reactionary; he didn't really think in terms of being
tricky. When he did or said something, the rails were very much intended to
go straight where the tracks went.

Fuck, should he even check his phone?

Two minutes.

Sebastian was acting strange, Oli realised after a minute, suddenly looking
like he was actually paying attention to his textbook for once. Maybe it
was just the reality of only having a minute left to actually do something,
but still...

Fuck it.

Oliver pulled out his phone again, face BURNING, cock PULSING. And holy
fucking shit...

There it was, on the lock screen on his phone, a hastily taken, poorly-lit
pic of his friend's cock. It was a little fuzzy but that was no doubt just
because Seb had take the pic fast, then pulled it away without letting it
get too much focus. Oliver knew Seb had some ginger in his genes because
he'd met his parents a couple of times and hid mum was sometimes ginger but
usually dyed her hair some funky colour like red or purple. Sebastian's
cock definitely wasn't purple. It was nearly chalky, with he foreskin just
covering the head a nice shade of peachy-pink. There was even some blue
veins streaking the decent shaft. Those colours instantly became Oli's
favourites as he felt a streak of warm wetness flood his pants... right
when the teacher broke the silence.

`Alright, lads, enough. Leave your work on my desk here and get yourself
off.'

That's fucking funny, thought Oliver bitterly. I nearly got myself off
right fucking now.

Thankfully he'd not spunked in his pants but fucking close! There was more
than the usual teenage stickiness but he would just lick it off later!

In a flash Seb was up out of his seat, scraping the chair across the floor
as he marched to the desk and dumped his obviously unfinished work on the
desk of Mr. Stokes.

Oliver was much, much slower in rising, mostly because what Seb had managed
to make rise was still tenting his school trousers and there was no way he
was getting up until it softened a little, that was too embarrassing.

`Sebastian, do you really think this is good enough?' Stokes was saying,
berating him.

`It's good enough, come on, sir!'

It was an old tale: poor student does poorly, gets called out for it, pleas
ignorance. Oliver was more concerned with buying time, so as long as they
kept talking...

Sebastian was done. The teacher was mercifully quick. He was out the door,
then shooting looks at the rather slow brown-haired boy at the back who was
fussing with his bag. `Come on, Oli, get out of here.'

Oli looked up, he didn't want to move just yet, trying to hide his awkward
boner which definitely wasn't going down any time soon. FUCK.

`Oli..?' Stokes coughed.

Oliver looked up, nearly caught his teacher's eyes but managed to avoid
them and grab his things, piling them in front as he waded up to the
desk. Oh, how badly he wanted to hold on to the textbooks and exercise
books but it looked fucking weird, so quickly he dumped them on the desk
and coughed, murmured something and tried to leave.

`Uh, Oli, not so fast..." called Stokes gently.

Of course.

Awkwardly the boy turned around and pulled at the front of his trousers,
then headed back to the desk.

So close...

Teacher's eyes flashed down, then up, then down again. Urgently he averted
his gaze and collected the work that had just been piled in front of
him. He'd obviously just seen the lad's erection and as unfortunate as that
was he turned as red as he was. `Oli... I really hope this episode doesn't
happen again. I know that you have a tendency to follow Seb's rule of
thumb, but you're a good lad... try to focus from now on, yeah?'

`Yes, sir,' said Oli, close to fucking tears, hands poorly covering the
obvious tent.

Another ogle. `O-okay, you can go, j-just remember what I told you.'

`Yes sir, I will.'

Oliver bolted out of the room, so fucking embarrassed. Thankfully that
episode killed his erection so fast that when he found himself out in the
corridor, he was ready to run home and hide his face.

Unfortunately for him, Seb was waiting.

`Ahem.'

Oh fuck no, not now, please...

He looked over. Seb was fucking sexy, seriously. Standing there with his
back to the wall, arms crossed, one foot against the wall, giving side-eyes
like some badass movie renegade or something. But despite the coolness,
there existed an overarching aura of bullshit: he was smirking like a
bastard and they both knew why.

`You're a right bastard, you know that?' said Oliver, half playfully, half
serious.

Seb turned. `What? Didn't like it, mate?'

`Didn't say that...' Oliver stopped himself.

FUCK. DID HE REALLY JUST SAY THAT?

Seb smirked: `yeah figured as much.'

`No, no I didn't mean... I-I...'

`Bollocks man,' he laughed.

And that was that.

Seb laughed it off while Oliver felt like having a heart attack.

Was it seriously that little of a deal to him that he didn't even call him
out on it? Not only that but he didn't ask him to delete it as a joke or
anything, he just... laughed it off, like it was just like any other joke
or funny joke between them.

A part of that really turned Oliver on.

But then again, a stiff breeze had the same effect.

When he got home, he couldn't escape to his bedroom fast enough.

His mum tried to give him shit about being late and his little brother
tried to harass him, but nothing -- nothing -- stopped him from shoving
some boxes in front of his bedroom door and laying on his bed, hands down
his pants and stroking his stiff dick.

In his other hand was the phone, and on its screen was the picture. THE
picture. The one of Sep's soft cock. God he couldn't believe it. His
stomach hurt, his guts rumbled, like the onset of letting in excitement but
being cautious about it at the same time.

What did this mean?

Sebastian's cock was so fucking beautiful, so big and pale and pink. Tiny
hairs around the balls, he couldn't help but imagine his lips around it,
his slobber dribbling down it like a wet toad.

Okay, that wasn't the BEST image, but it still stood.

And when Oliver came, spunking a nice wet spill over his white knuckles,
flooding on to his hairless stomach and pants, he cried; bucking his hips,
letting the bed frame of his bunk bed slam against the wall...

`Fuck... ahh...' he laid there, heavy breathing, panting for over a minute.

And then his phone buzzed.

Another minute later, spunk cooling and sticking to his body, Oliver wiped
his sweaty hair out of his eyes as his breathing finally returned to
normal. His arm gathered enough strength to raise his phone to his face
just about the time he got another eyeful.

ENJOYING MY DICKPIC?

Oliver's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

Guilt washed over him, he sat up, ruddy and embarrassed despite the fact
that no-one could possibly see him. He could smell the come, the evidence,
and quickly tucked his softening dick away before the eyes of god saw. What
was he even supposed to reply to that with: a laughing face? A winking? A
sly, `no fucking way'? He wasn't sure, but then he saw Seb typing again and
had to put a stop to it.

Still can't believe you sent me a dick pic today. Crazy.

And then: WHERE IS MY DICK PIC THEN?

Oliver panicked, like full on. Seb wasn't gay that he knew of. This was
some kind of trick, what was he thinking? Maybe he really was a lunatic or
maybe sending dick pics was really just the next step in their
friendship. Either way, the flashes in Oliver's mind spelled trouble: daily
dick pics, awkward boners in school... until ultimately Seb would get bored
and discover girls like he always assumed he would. He couldn't go let all
this happen and then get too attached and get his heart broken or Seb to
realise that this was just a bit too gay and stop being his mate. No, this
was bad, really bad.

Then another text came through: JUS KIDDIN (laugh react)

Oliver slowed his breathing.

And slowed again.

His hear was beating like crazy, and even that struggled to slow after a
full minute.

Finally he was broken out of this spell when he heard banging at the door.

`Oi! Let me in,' it was his little brother.

`Go away!' He called back, sitting up.

The smell of his own sex was thick in the air and he even had to physically
waft it away while replying to his friend with a sarcastic: ha ha.

Then his brother hammered at the door again with a renewed zeal: `oi, come
on! What are you doing, having a wank? Let me in!'

Oliver rolled his eyes.

What was this? When did he wake up to a world where everyone knew he was a
horny bastard who wanked his cock 24/7? Whatever the case may be, he knew
this was going to be the start of something, something he would have to
give some thought to. Was he gay? And what about Seb? Did he fancy his
friend? Fuck yes. But was it reciprocated? He would have to do some
research.

Meanwhile, Oliver was content.

Content in staring at the picture of his mate's cock and playing with
himself at least twice more before bedtime.

END