Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2007 00:02:59 +0000
From: jason lawrence <jaggedhal0@hotmail.com>
Subject: precum during maths class

It was a maths lesson and everything was going way over my head. I was
one of 32 boys aged between 12 to 13. I was 12. The maths was beyond me
so i let my mind wander as usual lol. We all sat there in our school
uniforms. Some kept themselves very neat and tidy. Others, like myself,
were an embarrassment to the code of school conduct where appearances
were concerned. I hated school and everyone in it. The school did nothing
for me, and i felt i owed nothing in return. My scruffy demeanour was my
way of saying i wanted no part of it. It wasn't my choice to be there. It
wasn't my choice or taste to wear their uniform. Others' scruffiness was
for their own reasons which i could never be bothered about or interested
in. I just assumed the tidy ones were the swats and/or teachers' pets,
and no one in their right mind wanted to be associated with any of them.

I was pretty pissed off and out of it. But if the other boys held
anything in their favour it was the sight of their bums on seats all
around me. My imagination would allow me to see right through their
clothes. I reckoned i could identify every butt having seen them in every
sporting event changing sessions and showers. For me it was a case of
nice bums, nice bods, even nice faces on some of them, but shame about
the personalities with all of them. But it was their bums, no, bums
generally, that was capturing my imagination at the time. Dreaming of the
smooth skin, some with downy soft fluff, others with courser darkening
hairs, but all with beautiful cracks between fleshy tight virgin buns.
From their little snuggle bums my mind turned to the fully matured slabs
of the hard muscled rumps of men. My mind flashed through any memory i
had of real arses of real men i'd seen in the flesh. Swimming pool
changing rooms was the usual place with guaranteed sightings. But there
was one butt that lodged in my grey cells that would never budge. That
was the firm dimpled curvatures of my games/gym teacher, caught in the
communal showers on a school trip to france the previous summer. I
dreamed of having his arse to myself one day, a dream that would come
true two years later (but that's another story).

Suddenly i was aware of a massive slippery wet mess in my briefs. I was
oozing precum uncontrollably. If the patch soaked through and the others
in class discovered the evidence on my trousers i'd be the laughing stock
of the class and the butt of all their jokes for months, even years to
come. Panic crashed through me like a tsunami.

"Miss, i need the toilet" i said.

"You should have gone before class" she sternly replied.

You inconsiderate, uncaring fucking bitch of a bastard, i thought. I
pictured her wearing a little black hitler moustache and a swazsticker
armband on her arm.

"It was too crowded miss. I thought i'd be able to hang on" i lied.

"Well you can wait till the end of class then, can't you?"

"No miss. I'm going to bust meself any second" i pleaded. The rest of the
fucking class were giggling like little school girls, the twats.

"Wait!" she ordered, "you're not a little boy any more".

Fuck her, i thought. "Sorry miss, it's urgent!" And with that i just got
up and ran.

"Be quick then" i heard her yell out behind me.

I made my way straight to the student toilets attached to the changing
room showers. By that time i really was busting for a piss. I was already
undoing my trousers as i entered the urinals. I just whipped out my willy
and aimed in the general direction of the trough with my eyes closed due
to the intensity. The flow was sensationally bliss and my eyes began to
water. I could feel and smell the steam building up it's own cloud around
me. My knees almost gave way with the relief. I was aware of another
smell too. A vague musky smell of stale body odour trapped under the arms
of blazers that i knew wasn't my own. As i opened my eyes and discovered
i wasn't alone in there.

Right next to me was a 15 year old i recognised from my brother's class.
His name was jamie. He was looking down at me with a broad smile across
his face.

"That was a close shave" he said, "i thought for a moment you were going
to piss all over me!"

"Sorry" i replied, "but i was busting"

"No worries" he said, as his gentle stream continued to flow to a similar
pace mine was slowing down to.

I found myself staring at his cock. It looked big compared to mine and i
could see rich dark pubic hair from his open flies as well.

"You're looking at my dick" he said, sounding surprised.

"Sorry" i quickly said, turning my eyes back to my own. "I didn't mean
to".

"Yes you did" he replied, "but it's ok. Your's ain't bad either".

I turned red and hot around my loosened collar. "Thanks" was all i could
think of saying. But mine was smaller than his by far and my pubes at
that age were no more than fluff beginning to get their colour. "It's
just that i haven't seen another cut cock so close before".

"Really? Do you want to touch it?"

His invite caught me off guard. Of course i wanted to touch it. This
would be a first as well. I've always wondered what the feel of another's
cock in my hand would be like. But at the same time i was scared. Poofs
were weird in the world i was brought up in. They were the outcome of
nature's sad little jokes played on men. I feared the realisation i was
turning out to be one of life's jokes, an outcaste. I was shit scared of
ever showing the slightest sign at all that i might be gay. A huge lump
grew in my throat. Should i say yes, or do i run like hell? Before i knew
it i felt jamie's hand round my cock.

"Nice!" he said. "Come on, hold mine". With that he took my hand and led
it to his.

The feel of it was sensational. I could feel it pulsating in my gentle
grip. I was suddenly aware that mine was growing, and with that, so was
his.

"There, not so bad is it?" he said. Then he put his hand under my
receding flow of piss. I couldn't believe this. It seemed dirty to me,
but yet it really turned me on. "Come on" he said, "follow me".

He swiftly led me into one of the cubicles and locked the door behind us.
With that he held my shoulders and turned us round. Jamie sat on the
toilet seat with me facing him, then he opened my trousers all the way
and pulled them and my briefs down to my knees. Suddenly he took my cock
into his mouth. The heat and suction sent a spasm shivering through my
entire body like an electric shock. He clasped one hand hard behind my
buttocks to prevent me either buckling or pulling away. I dared not make
a sound, although i'm sure i must have let out a few groans. I was
petrified of being caught, yet i was so over whelmed i didn't want jamie
to stop. Every now and then i looked down at what he was doing. As i did
i saw his eyes looking up at me. They looked so beautiful, so dominant,
so puppyish. Then i had another fear. I could feel the surge stirring in
my balls. I knew if he kept this up i would shoot in his mouth very soon.
If i did would he be mad at me? I tried pulling away.

"Stop!" i whispered, shitting myself that we would get caught. "I'm going
to cum!" But Jamie just pulled me closer, taking my full length full in
the mouth. My body tensed up as if i had rigor mortis. My toes dug deep
into my shoes, almost tearing through the soles. My hands slammed into
the sides of the cubicle walls to hang onto something as a spasm after
spasm crashed through me over and over. I grit my teeth as never before,
straining hard not to scream out. And i blew jet after jet after jet down
his throat with all my energy being sucked out of me at the same time. He
kept on sucking and slurping, hungry not to miss a drop. "Stop! stop!" i
kept insisting. I had orgasms ricocheting back and forth throughout my
body. Jamie eventually disengaged himself from my willy and i almost
collapsed.

"Well? did you like that?" he asked, running his tongue around his lips.

"Yeah, fuck" was all i could say, puffing and panting. I just wanted to
get out and back to class before a search party was sent for me.

"Bet you didn't expect that, did you?" he asked, grinning like a cheshire
cat from ear to ear.

I bent down to pull my briefs and pants back up.

"Wait!" he said, stopping me. "What's have we got here, hun?"

He noticed the large wet patch of slimy gloss i had originally come over
to clean up. He reached forward and sucked the juices from the bulge of
my undies.

"Take them off" he demanded. I hesitated. Time was running out. My luck
was running short. "Come on! quickly!" he insisted.

He was bigger than me and i didn't want to disappoint and i was panicking
to get back before my abscence became overwhelmingly obvious."Help me
then" i said, struggling to remove my shoes and trousers in the confined
space.

My shoes slipped off easily because i never undo my laces. They were
always loosely tied up for easy putting on and taking off. He helped hold
my trousers as i stepped out of them. Once i was free of my briefs he
took them. "These are mine now" he said, "my souvenir" and he sniffed
them before slipping then into his inner blazer pocket.

"But what am i going to wear?" panic hitting me again.

"You're trousers. Quick" he said, "we got to get going".

I had no time to argue. I pulled on my trousers again and did them up.
The idea of having no underpants was already starting another erection. I
had to risk disciplinary action by leaving my shirt untucked to hide my
embarrassment. We sneaked out the cubicle unnoticed, thank god, and
returned to our classrooms. As jamie left he thanked me until next time.
There were a few more next times, but they can be other stories, if
there's enough demand for them lol. But it's the first which is always
the best and most important. The next first was when i was 14 and it
involved my games/gym teacher.

Hope you enjoyed this. I'm crap at writing. The real experience can never
truly be recaptured. x