Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2008 14:18:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Varsity Tough  Chapter Six

Chapter Six - Bone Structure

The `no underwear' thing was going hard for Josh.  Now that school had
started and classes had really begun, he found himself with the problem of
boning up sometimes for no reason at all.  Without the protection of white
briefs snugly in place, his dick rubbed against his leg, and often in class
it started boning on him.  It would start out pointing down, then slowly
grow and push along the leg of his pants.  By the time the period ended he
would have to hold his notebook in front to hide the head jutting out.

It was worse in history class.  Tenth grade World History was not that hard
a course, but it seemed like every day he had a bone problem that period.
Maybe it was the time of day, the last period before lunch.  By that time
he was hungry, restless, and it was hard to concentrate.  That's when he
would day dream or think about stuff, and suddenly there he was with a rock
hard dick.

Mr. Wylie, the teacher, often called on students, and he made them stand by
their disk to answer questions.  He always dreaded being called on.  Today
he had called Josh up to his desk.  Josh picked up his notebook as he went
forward.  The rest of the class sat there waiting to see what would happen.

Mr. Wylie had a twinkle in his eye.  "Class, start reading the next
chapter."  Then focusing on Josh, he said "Let's see your notebook
Mr. Raider."  Josh reluctantly handed it across to him. Josh's back was to
the class and they couldn't see anything going on.  When he handed the book
to him, his bone poked out down his leg, the head clearly visible through
the trouser material.

Mr. Wylie's eyes twinkled.  "Quite a head you've got there, young man," he
said quietly.

Josh blushed but didn't say anything.

"Any reason for that?"

"No sir" he said softly, "it just happened."

"It seems to happen frequently in my class.  Can you explain it?"

Josh was deeply embarrassed.  He didn't like to talk about that kind of
thing, particularly with an adult, especially with a teacher.

"I'm waiting."  Mr. Wylie had a ruler on the desk. He picked it up with
Josh blocking the class's view of it, and slowly moved it to Josh's leg.
He gently slid it along the jutting bone in the pants.  Josh winced and let
out a small gasp.

"I'm waiting.  What is it in World History that gives you an erection?"

Josh's bone thrust harder.  He shifted on his feet and tried to think of
something to say.  He hoped that any kind of answer would stop the ruler's
massage.

"Um...Mr. Wylie, sir...can this wait until another time?  This is sort of
awkward for me."  The massaging continued and he knew his voice sounded a
little husky.

"Well lunch period is next, so we can stand here all during lunch if you
like.  But I want an answer."

Josh leaned forward slightly, and Mr. Wylie took advantage of that to let
the ruler do a little more forceful rubbing.  In fact he took his other
hand and began moving it across the desk toward Josh.

Josh knew if a hand touched his dick right now, he would explode in his
pants.  His breath was getting rough.

"Maybe I can think of a way to encourage you to tell me a little more about
it."  The hand was almost there.

At that moment the bell rang.  Josh's notebook had been put out of reach,
so he had to continue facing Mr. Wylie since everybody would see his bone
if he turned around.  Mr. Wylie spoke loudly as students began noisily
getting up from their desks.  "Class!  Tomorrow's Friday.  Come prepared to
stand up at the front and give oral reports on the chapter we're covering."
Then to Josh he said "Come into my office."

Josh started saying "It's my lunch period and..."

"...And you're coming into my office or I'll take you to the coach right
now."

The class was gone.  Josh sighed and followed Mr. Wylie into the small
office behind the wall maps.  Mr. Wylie had him sit on the corner of the
desk, which spread his legs emphasizing his erection.  It loosened the
material in his legs so the bone could spread out, making it look twice as
thick where it poked down his leg.

With the door closed, Mr. Wylie stood right in front of him and reached
down and touched his bone.  Josh gasp.  He was so close to shooting.

"Were you masturbating in my class?"

"Sir?"  Josh was shocked.

"You heard me.  Were you playing with yourself in class?"

"No sir, I wouldn't ever do that."

Mr. Wylie took his hand away from the bone and placed both hands on Josh's
shoulders. He looked Josh in the eye and told him, "I talked to the coach
about you.  He said you may have a masturbation problem.  He said other
boys make you masturbate in front of them, and then you take your sperm to
the coach."

"Sir?"  Josh was incredulous.  "No, it wasn't that way at all.  Some
guy..."

Mr. Wylie tried to be reassuring.  "We don't have to talk about the coach.
But here every day you have an erection in class.  That isn't normal, son."

Josh didn't know what to say.  Last year when he was the star quarterback
of the Junior Varsity, he had stopped beating off for the whole season.
Never did it once.  Well maybe on weekends...but not every weekend...or at
least not every day of every weekend.  Anyhow ever since that day at the
creek when they stripped him and made Matt jerk him off, it had been almost
impossible to stop.  And his brother jumping him in bed every morning
playing with his bone had made things worse.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry.  It won't happen again."

"You say that, but your bone is hard as ever now.  Look at it.  If I just
touch it, it quivers."  He touched it and Josh gasp.  Josh was so afraid of
shooting off he began to take quick shallow breaths.

"Josh, tell me about it."

That was something Josh couldn't ever do.  He didn't want anyone to know
he'd been having weird thoughts lately, stuff he would never have thought
of before.  He felt like he had awakened in a strange world.  But he was
abruptly brought back to reality by the teacher's hand on his dick,
touching it gently, stroking it slightly through the material.

Josh jumped up and grabbed the desk's edge and bent double as he gasp for
breath.  "I'm about the shoot," he gasped, standing on one foot and then
the other.  Mr. Wylie stood beside him, no longer touching his bone but
hugging him with an arm around his shoulder.

"Josh, Josh."  His voice was comforting, fatherly, and somehow sad.  "This
is a bad time in your life, isn't it?  Can you tell me about it?"

After a moment Josh had pulled himself back from the brink.  He knew if he
could get to the bathroom and pee, and then go eat lunch with the guys on
the team, everything would be OK.

"Please Mr. Wylie, let me go to lunch.  I'm running late and I need to eat.
Please sir."

"If you run out now, they'll see that enormous erection.  You don't want to
go out there looking like that, do you?"

Josh knew what might happen if he didn't go right now.  Wylie would touch
him again and he'd shoot off in his pants and have a big stain all across
the front and down one leg.  That would be far worse than having a hard on.

"I have to go, Mr. Wylie."

"Very well.  But we'll continue this tomorrow.  The coach said I could do
whatever I thought was necessary to help you with your problem and your
grades."

"There's nothing wrong with my grades, is there?"

"Well if you're masturbating every day in my class, I think they will nose
dive.  So for tomorrow, you just plan to stand up in front of the class and
give a report, and to stay afterward with me in here for some sexual
training."

Josh scurried out, grabbing his notebook from the front desk, and hurried
to the bathroom to take a leak.  He felt like his world had collapsed.

There were still a lot of people in the hall, even though lunch period had
been underway for about 15 minutes.  Josh realized he would have to put the
notebook down in order to unzip and pee, and he found the bathroom was
still crowded.  He raised an eyebrow at the crowd and a guy near him said
"Other one's clogged up.  Somebody threw rolls of toilet paper down the
commodes and flushed. Everything's flooded."

Josh looked at the stalls and saw people lined up there too. So he stood in
line for the urinals.  He realized it meant everybody would see his bone
when he got there, and there was no way to hide it.  The top of the urinals
had barely enough space to put a notebook there, but he thought he would
try.  He had to pee really bad.  Probably things Mr. Wylie said and did
added to his need to pee even more.  Combine that with the fact that he
wanted to get off in the worst way, and he knew he was truly horned.

At that point the guy in front finished and stepped aside.  Josh quickly
balanced his notebook on the urinal, unzipped, and pulled it out.  That was
one advantage to no underwear.  But as he stood there, nothing happened.
He tried to point it a little to see if that would help start the flow.  He
must have been moving it a lot, because the guy next to him looked down,
saw it, and said "Been having fun lately?"

That caused the loudmouth on the other side to look over.  "Damn!  Don't
get near me with that thing."  Someone else pressed forward and said "Hey,
Josh's all boned up!  And he brought it to the bathroom!  Come see!"
Unfortunately, that brought more glances and a general rush to see, which
knocked all those peeing, resulting in urine splattering all around.  There
was more cursing and some resentment by those anxious to get their turn at
the necessities.

The guy behind him leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Been beating it too
much, Josh?  Football practice making you horny?"

A voice he didn't recognize said "He gets boned up in class all the time."

Then some jerk one spot over looked and said, "Not just beating it lately,
it looks like he's been beating it now.  Look at that dogwater dripping
from the head."

At that point the whole room erupted.  The noise was so great that the door
flew open and a voice shouted "All you boys clear out of here NOW!"

Guys jumped and people started rushing out.  Josh tried desperately to get
the flow going.  The thing just stood there, long and pointing straight
out.  Then a voice immediately behind him said "Are you responsible for all
this commotion?"

It was Mr. Turner, the science teacher and basketball coach.  Josh still
stood there, hoping the flow would start.

"No sir."

"Were you playing with yourself?  Is that what caused the commotion?  Were
you putting on some kind of show?"

"Oh no sir" Josh pled.  "I just came in here to pee and it wouldn't start
and people noticed, and..."

"Well, get out now.  I can't go and leave you here like that.  What would
the other students think if they walked in on you?"  Josh was aware
Mr. Turner kept looking at his dick.  This didn't help matters since if
people looked at it too long he had a harder time getting it to go soft.

Turner looked at him more closely.  "You're the new quarterback, aren't
you?"

"Trying to be.  I'm not a starter yet."

"Does Coach Wilson know you have this problem?  I can assure you the boys
on my squad wouldn't be allowed to play if they acted this way."

"Coach Turner, honest it isn't what it looks like."

"I better talk to Coach Wilson.  You finish up here and I'll stand outside
the door until you're through."

He left and Josh finally managed to force a stream out.  Then he barely got
to the cafeteria in time; they were closing the lunch line as he grabbed a
plate of spaghetti.  He saw Sam and Ted, the two linebackers, and joined
them.  They were almost through, but they pushed their chairs back to let
him pull in between them.

"You're running late, Josh."

"Yeah."  He started eating his spaghetti as fast as he could.  He was
thankful his dick was down.  Then Ted nudged him.

"Heard there was something in the bathroom just now."

"How did you hear so quick?"  He was turning red.

The linebackers knew they were getting to him any time he either started
getting red or boning up.

"Chet was in there."

"Oh.  Heck."  Josh tried to hide by digging his fork into the spaghetti and
twisting it around the red sauce.  It seemed to him people were abnormally
interested in everything about him lately...especially if it had anything
to do with his dick.

"Want to tell us about it?" Sam asked with an evil grin.

Josh gave him an equal grin.  "No."

Ted used that as an opportunity to put his arm around Josh's shoulder and
pulled him closer.  "Oh come on, little buddy.  You can tell us.  Was it
more stuff about your bone being up?  It seems to be up all the time these
days."

"Well it's not up now."

"That's OK, we can fix that in a second."  Sam reached down and patted Josh
on the knee.  Then he began slowly moving his hand up.  Josh squirmed and
grabbed his hand.

"Stop."  He was laughing from embarrassment.

"Oh I don't need to move it any higher.  You get off on being around us so
much, I can just leave it there and you'll be boned before you finish your
meal."

Josh knew that was true, but didn't understand why they had that effect on
him.

Ted leaned close to Josh's ear and whispered, "You still remember how you
felt holding that basketball player's bone when we shaved him?"

That did it.  Josh's bone was at attention in nothing flat.

"Oh ho!  We've got his attention now" Sam crowed.  His hand grabbed the tip
of the head, and Josh almost vibrated.  "That no-underwear rule is sure
improving your sex life."

"His sex life?  You mean his hand practice or maybe his bone density."

They seemed to enjoy their little jokes, but Josh was worried that he had
boned up once more so easily, in fact too easily.

"I know what'll keep him hard" Ted said.  "I'm going to tell him about
getting that basketball player again recently."

Josh got eager when he heard that.  "What happened?"

Sam roared.  "Look at him.  It's a race to see whether he'll jump out of
his pants or his bone will."

"Aw come on and tell me. Quit kidding me, you guys."  His boyish charm
counted for a lot, especially with the linebackers.

Ted explained, "Well as you know we shaved his butt.  Incidentally I did a
great job on his balls; you've never seen ones as smooth as I got them."
He paused, lost in memory. "So soft to the touch, so really silky.  You
could feel his eggs move under the skin with each stroke of the razor."

"Get on with it" Sam told him.  "Stop acting like a perv."

"Well, anyway, I shaved his butt.  Not just the cheeks.  I made him reach
back and spread that ass so I could get down in the crack and really shave
there good.  Little rosebud opening never looked so good in its life as
when I finished.  It was all I could do to keep Sam from plundering it
while we had him on the table."

"Untrue!"

"Sure it's true.  You're like Jennings, you're an ass man."

"Maybe an ass man, but not some guy's ass, not some guy's butt hole.
You're the perv, man.  I like women.  I like hot girls.  I like pussy."

Josh interrupted.  "But go on, what happened?"

"You can see who's the real perv, can't you?" Sam said to Ted.

"Anyway" Ted went on, "we've kept an eye on him since then, stopped by his
house when we'd see him in the yard shooting baskets or stuff.  We kind of
made him our prisoner.  We'd pull up, honk, and motion him over.  He'd get
a worried look. Sam would open the passenger side door and pull him in
across the front seat so his head was in my lap and his crotch was in Sam's
lap.  We'd pull down his pants and shorts and check his butt hole.  We told
him if he didn't keep it shaved, we'd bring sandpaper and sand the hairs
off.  Ouch!  He knew he didn't want that."

Sam said "He tried to tell us he couldn't shave his butt hole if he
couldn't see it.  We told him we sure weren't going to shave it for him.
We compromised and said he could let his crotch and pube hairs grow back,
but not the hole.  That one stays clean.  I think he dreads us coming by."

"Wow."  Josh was wide eyed and totally boned.  "Can I go along some time?"

Ted laughed.  "Josh, you're so easy.  Listen, kid, people are going to
think odd stuff about you if you go around showing how eager you are to get
other guys stripped and do stuff to them."

"Oh."

Sam said "Don't worry, Josh. Guys do stuff in high school they would never
do anytime later in life.  The two main things are: don't get caught, and
don't tell anybody."

"Well you're telling me."

`That's because you're our little buddy.  But now we have to get to class."

Ted turned back as they were leaving.  "Oh, I almost forgot.  He said he
had seen a picture of you.  Where did he see that?'

Josh was shocked.  He had almost forgotten this guy had told him that.  He
wondered himself.  He would ask Sam to let him go with them next time so he
could find out.



Practice was hard that afternoon.  Coach Wilson seemed determine to see how
tough he could make it for the players, especially the varsity.  Afterward
in the showers, there was almost no kidding around, no horseplay, no grab
ass.  They were too tired to do anything but shower and go home.

Matt had been kept busy getting out fresh towels and taking care of the
laundry.  Lots of dirty jocks and socks needed washing.  Some of the guys
would kid him about being so young, but today they didn't even bother.

As he was about to go back to the coach's office to turn in keys, Josh came
up.  Freshly showered and dressed, Josh looked great.  Matt of course knew
all about the no underwear policy, and felt a familiar warmth as he saw
Josh's meat hanging on the right side of his trouser leg.  He grinned.

"Hi Matt.  Got a minute?"

"Sure.  Always for you, star quarterback."

Josh laughed.  "Not yet, not by a long ways.  But maybe if he'll send me in
a couple of times this year, I'll be all set to be a starter next year."

Matt nodded.  "What's up?"

Josh dropped his voice.  "Is there any way anybody else but you could have
seen the pictures of me from the initiation?  Could somebody else have
looked on your computer?"

"No, not at all.  I mean I have the pictures in a file that's password
protected.  And neither my dad nor my brother ever messes with my
computer."

"Could somebody have come by and asked them to let him use your computer?"

"Gosh no.  If that had happened, they would have told me.  And they
probably would have asked me why I offered computer use to someone they
didn't know."

"Hmmm.  I was just wondering."

"What's up?"

"I don't know.  Some guy from the basketball team told two linebackers he
had seen some picture of me that turned him on."

"That's weird."

"I agree. I guess I'll have to find a way to ask him."

Matt looked at him wistfully.  "Come by when you can."

"I will.  It's just the football stuff takes so much time..."

They bumped fists, looked each other in the eye, and reluctantly went their
separate ways.



Josh planned to really jerk off big time that night, to clear his balls of
everything before he had to see Mr. Wylie the next day. Unfortunately, even
though it was a school night, Tommy was visiting Pete.  He had hoped with
his big brother away in college, he could avoid these two little pests.

He went in the kitchen at suppertime to ask his mother about Tommy.

"He isn't supposed to be over here on a school night, is he?"

"Tommy's mother is having major surgery tomorrow morning.  To help them out
I said Tommy could stay here for a few days, until she gets back home."

"Mom, he's such a pest, and he brings out the worst in Pete."

"Josh, you're 16. I know 10 year olds can be difficult to put up with, but
let's try to make the best of it.  I know you can put up with the situation
for a few days."

Josh sighed.  This wasn't his day.


The bathroom was between his bedroom and Pete's, with an entrance from
either room.  The problem was the locks didn't always hold, and someone
could open the door without realizing it was meant to be locked.  When he
first began jacking off, Troy had walked in on him several times.  He knew
it was deliberate on Troy's part, because Troy's room had its own bath.
Troy would explain by saying "I was looking for you and when you weren't in
your room, I was just checking here."

That could have been sincere, except the next thing he would do would be to
walk over to the toilet where Josh was sitting, and reach down and start
working his bone.  "Nice little hobby you've got there, Josh."  Then as
they scuffled while he held on to it, he'd say "Let's see how quick we can
bring it off. Work with me, Josh.  I'm only trying to help."

So tonight Josh decided to wait until they went to bed. It was hard to
wait; he had been trying to find a way to get off since Mr. Wylie's class.
It seemed like these days his biggest problem was finding a place to jerk
off in peace and quiet.  When he was sure they were asleep, he sat on the
edge of his bed, pulled down his briefs, and started in.  It was great.  He
got up to speed right away.  He knew the bed springs were bouncing a
little, but he wanted to get off quick so he didn't try any of his usual
`stop and start' techniques.  He realized he was not being as quiet as he
should.  But he felt like it was his meat and if he wanted to flog it
nobody should try to stop him.  His hand was wrapped tight around it and
the feeling was glorious.  He was building to a climax and his dick was a
timber pole ready to launch.

But as he approached the magnificent horizon of his dreams, he realized
there was someone in the room.  He couldn't tell much in the darkness but
he had heard movement.

Reaching over to the lamp on his night table, he clicked it on.  There in
the corner, grinning like Cheshire cats, were Tommy and Pete.

"How did you get in here?"

"We waited until your light was out, and came in through the bathroom.  You
were so busy doing that thing, you didn't hear us.  In fact I think we
could have set off a firecracker and you wouldn't have noticed."

Tommy was so damned proud of himself.  He then said nonchalantly, "Don't
mind us, just go ahead."

"Get out of here or I'll go get mom and dad."  He realized how ridiculous
it would look, him boned up to the sky with his pole dripping and his
shorts at his ankles, asking his folks to come down there.

They just grinned and sat there.  He turned out the light, and rolled over
on his side, facing away from them.  He didn't know what time they finally
left, he had drifted off to sleep by then.

He woke up to the sun streaming in the window and his mom calling him to
breakfast.  He jumped up, realizing he could not take the time to jack now,
and ran in the bathroom to pee.  He was hard as usual, and he found Tommy
in there just standing around waiting for him.

"Get out, Tommy."

"No. I just want to watch."

"Watch what?"

"Watch you try to pee with that thing.  Remember that time I held it for
you and made you pee?"

Josh grabbed him and pushed him into the other bedroom and locked the door.
Fortunately the lock held this time and he got to pee at last.




The first part of the school day went quickly, which it usually did on
Fridays with the weekend coming up.  Josh made sure he went to the bathroom
before going to Mr. Wilson's fourth period class.  Zack, a guy who sat by
him in that class, asked him "What did Wylie want with you yesterday?  He
sure kept you up at the front a long time."

"Nothing. Just something about giving a report."

"Man I felt sorry when you had to go up there -- it was a good thing you
had your notebook to hide it."

"You saw?"

"How could I not see?  Since they made you guys quit wearing underwear,
most of you have sausages hanging down your trouser leg.  With you, it's
like it's always ready to go.  After you've been sitting a while, you shift
and it just starts up like it's going to plow its way down the leg and
escape."

Josh blushed.  He didn't like anybody talking about his dick -- it always
made it get hard.  The last thing he wanted now was a bone.  He looked over
and saw Zack grinning.  He gave Zack a puzzled look and Zack just pointed
at his leg.  There it was, boning up on him.

"How do you get it to do that so fast?  Man all I have to do is mention it
and it starts up right away."

"Well don't talk about a guy's dick then" Josh said and glared.

Wylie arrived and started class.  He got several of the girls to come up
and give reports on different periods of world history.  They seemed to
like doing that.  Then he called on Josh.

"Mr. Raider, come up next and tell us about what world history means to
you."

Josh was semi hard but not truly boned.  He took a deep breath and started
up to the front.  The others stood in front of the desk facing the class.
He thought that was what he was going to do.  But Wylie had another plan.

"You can stand behind the desk.  I'll pull my chair back so I'll be behind
you, and you can face the class."

That was good, it would hide his bone.  But it turned out to be not so
good, because Wylie could reach forward and slowly rub his butt while he
was trying to give his talk.

As he talked he could feel the fingers lightly touching back there,
rounding the curves of his butt, moving softly along his crack.  He didn't
like it, but still it was definitely turning him on.  Then he felt Wylie's
shoe move between his legs, tapping on his ankles as a signal to move them
out.  With a sinking feeling he sensed what was up.  In a moment he knew he
was right.

Wylie's shoe traveled up the inside of his right leg, until it came to the
spot where the tip of his bone was.  The shoe lightly touched the head, and
Josh gave an involuntary gasp.

"Problem, Mr. Raider?" Wylie asked from behind him.

In the audience, Zack saw Josh's face turn red.  He figured something was
up, but couldn't figure what.  He thought maybe Josh's bone was rising.  He
grinned at that thought.  It was fun to see a guy getting embarrassed,
particularly if it involved anything to do with dicks or sex.

Josh continued his presentation, but Zack noticed his voice was getting
husky.  Finally he concluded.  He returned to his desk with his hand jammed
in his pocket, and Zack could figure why.  When Josh was seated, Zack was
proved right because the bone was poked tight along the trouser leg.

"What happened up there?" he whispered.

Josh shook his head.  "Nothing. Why?"

"You looked like a girl would look if she was getting felt up."

"Like you would know about that."

"I'm just saying, Josh."  Then after a pause, he leaned closer and asked
"What's up with you and him?"

"What are you talking about, Zack?"

"Yesterday it was like he wouldn't let you leave the desk, and after we
went out I waited for you and finally looked back in the room and you and
he must have gone in his office because the room was empty.  Why would he
take you in there and close the door?  Weren't you supposed to have lunch
then?"

"Mr. Hawkins?" Wylie called from the desk. "What are you talking about?"

Zack dropped his head. "Sorry, sir."

"Any more and I might have to ask you to stay after class along with
Mr. Raider."

Zack shot Josh a look.  "You having to stay after class again today?"

"Mr. Hawkins!  What did I just say?"

This panicked Josh.  The ultimate shame would be for Mr. Wylie to do stuff
to him in front of Zack.  If Zack made him mad...

"Mr. Hawkins?  I'm waiting."

"Sorry, sir.  I promise not to talk the rest of the period."

Class resumed and things went well.  The bell rang and people started out.
Josh, his hand jammed in his pocket, went up to the desk.  Zack said "See
ya, have fun" and gave him a look.

Wylie took him into the office.  Once inside, he said "Take off your
pants."

Josh did as he was told.  He then sat on the edge of the desk as he had
done yesterday.  Wylie looked at his dick.

"I see there's no change. It's just as hard as yesterday.  I don't think
we're making any progress."

"Well, sir, you sort of felt me up while I was giving my talk."

"Anything gets you aroused, is that what you're saying?"

Josh felt confused.  "Not exactly, but you kept touching me..."

"Don't you think a normal, healthy boy would not get aroused if a grown man
touched his butt?  I think all this masturbation and arousal is because men
excite you, males turn you on."

"No sir. No sir, they don't."

"Then what about this."  Wylie took his thumb and first finger and reached
out slowly until he lightly grasp the head of Josh's dick.  Josh gasped.
Then he trembled.  He felt like he was vibrating all over.  He began to
breathe quickly.  This was the most intense feeling he thought he had ever
had.  He had to lean his head over to control himself.  After a moment,
Wylie removed his hand.

Josh's dick continued to tremble, the head swelled, and the bone itself
raised up to a higher angle.

"So men don't turn you on?"

Josh was still trying desperately to keep from shooting off.  He squeezed
the edge of the desk and kept taking deep breaths.

Mr. Wylie reached in a desk drawer and pulled out a sandwich bag.  Opening
it he took out a ham sandwich.

Then in a voice like steel, he said "If you ejaculate in this office, I
will open this sandwich and smooth it all over here and you will eat every
bite of it.  I brought this for your lunch since I don't want you to miss a
meal because of our sessions.  Do you understand?"

Josh kept breathing, trying to calm his raging bone and churning balls.  He
nodded, looking away.  He didn't want that sandwich anyway, but especially
not if...

"I know about boys and masturbation.  I know when you're on the edge, so
you better hold that cum, hold it in or else you'll eat it with ham."

Josh looked at his bone.  It seemed so hard, so big.  What if it kept
growing?  He tried to distract himself.  Then Mr. Wylie took his finger and
barely touched the piss slit on Josh's dick.  A clear stand of precum stuck
to it as he took the finger away.  He looked at it and then held it up in
Josh's face.  Josh stared.  The finger moved closer.  He stuck out his
tongue and licked it.

Wylie smiled.  "See, Josh, what this is doing to you?  It's turning you
into a dog. That's why some people call precum `dogwater.'  If you had a
dog and you put anything on your finger and held it out, your dog would
automatically lick it.  That's what you were doing now, becoming a dog.
Incessant masturbation is turning you into an animal, a dog."

He opened the sandwich.  He looked at Josh.  "I'm going to touch your dick
again.  If you ejaculate, it's going on here.  You better learn control,
Josh.  Learn not to let your penis rule your life."

Josh knew he couldn't hold out, that if he was touched he would shoot.  He
looked at Mr. Wylie with pleading eyes.  "Please sir, don't do that.
Please."

Wylie was inwardly triumphant.  This was the moment he had been waiting
for.  Carefully, slowly, he opened the sandwich and reached out his other
hand toward Josh.  Josh's blue eyes were as big as saucers, staring at the
hand as if it were a snake about to strike.  Wylie's fingers touched the
head.

Josh fired off.  With a gasp he threw his head back as spurt and spurt of
hot white cum boiled out.  The cum went everywhere, but a lot got on the
sandwich.  Wylie took a spatula and scooped up some from his own hand and
from Josh's chest and neck, even from his chin.  He spread it evenly across
the ham, then closed the sandwich and handed it to Josh.

"Here.  It's nice and smooth, with a good warm topping.  Eat it all."

"Please, sir."

"Do you want me to go to Coach Wilson?  I've already heard about Coach
Turner and your exhibition in the bathroom yesterday.  If football means so
much to you, shouldn't you try this?  It's called aversion therapy."

"What?"

"Aversion therapy works like this.  If you can't quit smoking, they make
you smoke so much you can't stand it anymore and get sick if you're around
it.  In your case, you're already masturbating too much, so we can't do
that, but I can make you eat a cum sandwich here every day until the very
thought of ejaculation makes you vomit."

"Please..."

"No, Josh.  There's no `please' to get out of this.  Look at your dick.  It
hasn't gone down; it's as rigid as ever.  Now start eating your sandwich,
every last bit...or should I say every last drop.  It's got good hot stuff
in it now, tasty hot right from the spigot."

Josh took a bite.  He almost choked.  He tried to tell himself it was his
own cum, and he had once tasted it after shooting off, so how bad could
this be?  But it was the thought of the whole thing that made him gag.

It took most of the lunch period for him to get it down.  While he took
small bites, and Wylie made him chew it slowly, Wylie outlined the rest of
the plan.

"If you can't control the erections any other way, I have a salve I bought
that I can paint your dick with.  It's good for a couple of weeks each
application and it takes the feeling out of the penis.  You can still
masturbate, but you won't get any pleasure even though you ejaculate, and
if you do it more than once after any application, it will become so
painful you'll never do it again."

Josh was silent.  Most of what he heard was scary.  But what he hated most
was he was still thinking of that supreme moment when Mr. Wylie touched his
dick.  He could still feel the incredible lightness of the touch, the
gentleness of the fingers giving just the slightest motion to the head.  It
had been at that point that his whole insides seemed to find a way out of
his dick, when everything that made him a person seemed to skyrocket in
multiple shots of glorious cum.  Now he was eating that eruption.  But
worst of all, his dick was still totally boned.  He hated the fact that for
all this teacher was doing to him, he had this unbelievable urge to ask him
to touch his dick again, to bring that magic lightness of his touch to the
head once more.

He looked down at his dick's head, pointing back up at him as if blaming
him for all this trouble.  Finally Josh summoned his courage.

"Mr. Wylie, if it's OK, could we try this same thing Monday?  I think it
will help."

"So you want to come back next time for another session?"

Josh nodded without looking up.  There was silence for a moment, then
Mr. Wylie said, "Josh?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Your dick hasn't gone down."  There was a pause, then: "Can you tell me
why?"

Josh looked up.  He had tears in his eyes.  "I don't know."

"Well we need to do something about that."

"Yes sir."

"Can you tell me what we need to do?"

Josh looked down and mumbled something.

"What, Josh?"

"I said maybe if you touched it again it would help."

"Josh, you're just getting yourself in deeper in this stuff."

He put his hand on Josh's shoulder, and that sent him over the top.  Josh
hugged him and clung to him and said begging, "If you could touch it again,
I think I could get off and then I would have shot off enough to make it go
down.  Please Mr. Wylie, just touch it like you did."

Wylie was quiet.  Then he said in a more careful voice, "What would you do
in return?"

"Whatever you wanted."

"Whatever?"

"Whatever."

"All right, Josh.  Let's try it.  But remember you owe me for that.  I'll
collect Monday."

Josh leaned back, spreading his legs wider, bracing himself with his hands
pushing flat on the table.  Wylie reached down and touched the head. Josh's
dick bobbed.  Then it slowly began to vibrate.  Josh could feel things
trying to come up, out of his balls and more than that, out of his insides.
The head was straining to reach the fingers again.

"It wants more" Wylie said.

"Yes" Josh said huskily, "Please.  More."

Wylie got up and moved away.  "No more today, Josh.  Monday there'll be
more.  Monday I'll collect on that promise that you'll do whatever I ask.
But for now, get up and put your clothes on.  Shove your hand in your
pocket and go on out."

Josh felt hurt by that, but he wanted to leave anyway.

"Monday?" he asked as he went out the door.

"For sure," Mr. Wylie said.

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End of Chapter Six.  (Thanks to all who've written.  I appreciate it.  -
Bart)