Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 16:47:20 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: History Class Movie It was the start of 8th grade. The summer was so great but I was sort of looking forward to getting back to school to see my friends. What I had forgotten was how absolutely boring Mr. Kincaid was. He was the history teacher in our middle school. What made it even worse was I had him right after lunch when I would have preferred a siesta. The only good thing about Mr. Kincaid was he didn't really care if you paid attention in his class. If you made a lot of noise or bothered other people he would punish you. But as long as you didn't disturb others, you could let your mind wander. A couple of times, I was day dreaming so much that it turned into dreaming dreaming. Yeah, I fell asleep. I sat in the back row along with Jim. Jim and I were sort of good friends. We had a few classes together last year. This year, we had history, PE and lunch together. During the first few weeks of school, we became pretty good friends and would eat lunch together most of the time. One day, Mr. Kincaid was showing us a movie. Now the really good thing about movies is that you can fall asleep; and since it's dark, nobody really knows. This particular movie wasn't as bad as some of the others. It had shooting and tanks in it, so I stayed awake. Some movement from Jim caught the corner of my eye and I looked over at him. I looked carefully. He had his hand down his pants! I looked even more carefully. He wasn't just adjusting, he was playing with his dick! He was watching the movie with his eyes, but his hand was doing something in his pants. I guess I was starring because he looked over at me. He saw me looking. All he did was give me a big goofy smile. Like he was saying, `yeah I know you know what I'm doing and I don't care.' I was still watching him when he gave me a nod. A nod that said `do it, do what I'm doing.' I looked around. Nobody was paying any attention. I snuck my hand down my pants and grabbed my boner and gave it a squeeze. I looked over to see if Jim saw. He did and gave me a thumbs up with his other hand. As I was playing with myself, I was looking around to make sure nobody saw me, but my eyes kept coming back to Jim. He wasn't just doing a little squeezing down there. He was going for it I think. I looked around again and by the time I was back to looking a Jim he had stopped. His hand was still down there, but it wasn't moving anymore. I look up at his face and his eyes we closed. I wonder if he fell asleep? That happened to me once. I was jacking off for the third time in a row and fell asleep naked in my bed. Nobody caught me, but I sure felt stupid in the morning. He opens his eyes and looks at me. He can tell my hand is still in my pants. He carefully pulls his hand out of his pants and holds it up, like he's giving me a high five or something. Or wait, maybe he's trying to show me something. I can't figure it out. I suddenly feel stupid with my hand around my dick and pull it out. The bell rings! The movie's not over, but someone turns on the light and we all get up to leave. I catch up with Jim after visiting my locker to put away my books. "Jim-bo, it looked like you were doing it." "Yeah, duffas, I was doing it." "You were actually," I whisper now, "jacking off?" "All the way. I showed you my sperm on my hand. Didn't you see it?" "I couldn't tell. You really did it? All the way?" "Yeah. You didn't?" "No way." "Why not?" "I don't know." "Do it now. In PE class" "Are you fucking retarded?" "No. Do it. I dare you." "Fuck you." "Why not?" "Nobody jacks off in PE." "I did it before." "No way." "Yes way." "When?" "You remember when we were playing dodge ball last week? Well I got hit early and told coach I had to pee. He let me go. After I peed, I realized nobody was in the locker room, so I did it." "You did it? In the locker room? All the way." "Yeah." "Fuck!" "So do it. I dare you." "No!" But I thought about it. I still had a boner when we all changed into our shorts. I managed to change without anyone noticing. During class I kept thinking about jacking off. I think I had a boner the entire period. Once again I had to be careful changing. The next day at lunch I sat with Jim which was becoming a regular thing. We talked about everything except jacking off which was really the only thing on my mind. You see, I was thinking I might be gay. I wasn't sure, but I sure wasn't interested in girls. Maybe I would be sometime, but now, all that was on my mind was Jim and his jacking off. I so wanted the topic to come up again but lacked the courage to bring it up myself. It was a few days later in PE when we had dodge ball that I saw Jim go up and taunt the other team. They bombarded him with balls and he was the first one out. He bumped into me on purpose as he walked out. He gave me a goofy smile that I read as, `I'm going to do it now.' I wanted to follow him, to watch him, to do it with him; but I was too chicken. I got out soon because I wasn't paying attention to the game. I was still too much of a pussy to go back into the locker room. A few minutes later, Jim came out of the locker room. I could tell by his red face he had done it. He sat next to me on the bench while we were waiting for a new game to start. "In front of locker 233," he tells me. "What?" "Check out the bench in front of locker 233." "Why?" "Check out the proof." "Proof? You mean your sperm?" I can't believe it. "Yeah. Go check it out. Now." This was too good to pass up. I quickly hop off the bench and run to the locker room. I wait a second right inside the door to see if anyone was following me; then I walk quickly to locker 233. I see it! There on the bench are 3 gobs of Jim's sperm. I had never seen another boy's sperm before. It looked like mine. I smell it. It smelled like mine. I look around and quickly touch it and roll it between my fingers. It feels exactly like mine. I get another gob out, pull open my shorts and wipe it on my own pulsating boner. I wasn't planning to jack off, but after 5 seconds of rubbing his sperm on my dick I shoot. It lands on the floor and all over my hand. I hold my shorts carefully so I don't drip on them. I wipe my hand and my sperm on the bench next to his. I quickly wash my hands and go back to PE before I get busted. He's in the game but when he sees me, he gets out on purpose. He sits next to me. After he doesn't say anything, I say, "I did it. On the floor. And the bench. Next to yours." "Excellent." And that's it. Now, more than ever, I want to see Jim do it. But how? I decide that if we have some private time together maybe, just maybe, I might have to courage to bring it up and maybe, just maybe, can get something started with him. At lunch on Friday, I ask, "Want to come over this weekend? Spend the night?" "No I can't. My rents don't let me spend the night unless they know your rents." Damn! Fuck! Shit! Bummer. "You want to come over to mine place? If you can?" YES! Yes! Abosfuckinglutely. "Yeah. Ok. I have to ask my mom. Want to come over to meet her after school? I can ask her then." "I have to call my mom first." We play PS2, eat dinner, play PS2 until 11:00 when his parents tell us we have to go to bed. We go to his room and as we start to undress I wonder what he wears to sleep in. That was a mistake because I get a semi imagining him sleeping naked. I didn't get in my sleeping bag quick enough. I think he noticed my tent in my boxers. He didn't have a tent in his. He was sitting on the side of his bed. "Looks like you're a little horny," he says. Yeah, I knew he saw it. "Well you know it gets like that sometimes." "Yeah, I know. So you want to jack off? I got a magazine." Just like that he asks me if I want to jack off. Like he was asking `do you want another Dr, Pepper?' He must have took my confused look for a `yes' answer. He gets down on the floor and pulls out a Lego box from under his bed. He opens it and pulls out a Penthouse. He sits down on the floor and opens it. "Come on," he tells me. I slide over, still in my sleeping bag. As we look and he turns the pages, he is squeezing his dick. I am too, but I am under the sleeping bag. After a few minutes he asks, "So, you ready?" "Uh...yeah." "Ok." He pulls off his boxers leaving his boner all the way out in the open. I was in a little shock at seeing my first boner on another person. "Well come on," he encourages me. I take a deep breath, pull out of the sleeping bag and drop my boxers and kick them off. He only glances at my boner. "Ready...set...go." And he starts jacking. I guess we're going to race. I jack, peeking at his as much as possible. I don't want him to know I'm getting off on him getting off. I didn't need to sneak because he announces, "Ok, look." I look. He tenses up and shoots six good missiles. So not only did he not care about me looking, he invited me to look! He just sits there and looks over at me. I have stopped jacking. "Well, come on, finish." I restart my stroking. He doesn't pretend to look at the magazine, he just looks right at my jacking. "Tell me when you're going to shoot." I continue jacking. "Almost...." As I shoot my bullets, he makes noises like a cannon is going off. "Boom...boom...boom." He gets up holding his spermy deflating dick and gets a box of tissues from his desk. He sits back down and we clean off. His dick is totally back to hanging while I still have a boner. "Boom?" "Yeah. Don't you think it looks like a cannon? Like in the movie in history." "I guess so." I never thought of it that way. I love history movies.