Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 16:47:20 -0800
From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com>
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.