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Chapter 2: Classroom Shenanigans
I woke up the next morning with an especially aching hard-on.
I stood and stretched, letting my morning wood point shamelessly to the sky. I loved sleeping naked. Easier access to myself when I needed it most, in bed.
I grabbed the pants off my floor from the day before, and reached for my underwear drawer. But I paused.
I remembered all the shit that happened the day before. With Bradley.
I can’t explain why, but I put on my pants with no underwear.
I walked to school instead of getting a ride, which was very rare for me. I had a strange excitement running through me, partially because I could feel my pants against my dick and ass. It was a cool feeling. There was less of a veil between me and the world.
Things were different. Something new was going to happen today, and I wanted the extra ten minutes alone with my own head before I had to look at anyone.
I turned onto the block before school, and saw Bradley before he saw me. He was up ahead near the side entrance, backpack over one shoulder, talking to a couple guys from the team who peeled off toward the gym doors as I got closer. He noticed me and held up a hand, not quite a wave, more like a signal to wait up.
"Morning," he said when I reached him.
"Morning."
He reached into the front pocket of his backpack without any preamble and pulled out a small wad of pink fabric, holding it up between two fingers like he was presenting evidence in court.
"Behold," he said.
"You actually brought some."
"I told you I would."
We both looked at the panties for a second.
“Where did you get those?” I said, shrinking away from them like they were radioactive.
He threw them back in his bag. “Don’t worry about it.”
I could tell there was something hidden. “You don’t… wear those do you?”
“Shut up,” he said, trying to hide a nervous smile. He was the most confident guy in school and it was surreal to see him like that.
"Nobody's wearing those," I said.
"Yeah," he said, already nodding before I finished the sentence. "Yeah, no. This was a bad bit."
We stood there a second, the energy of the bet hanging in the air between us, both of us maybe a little disappointed in ourselves for how fast we'd abandoned the idea.
"New stakes," he said. "Loser sends a dick pic. Winner picks who receives the pic."
I let out a laugh, shocked by the idea.
"Who gets it?"
"Whoever I want. That's the fun part. You don't get a say."
"I’m not gonna lose."
I should have asked more questions. But I didn't.
"Fine," I said. "Same deal. Whoever finishes first wins. When are we doing this?"
“We’ll find a time,” he said, almost cryptically.
He clapped me on the shoulder once, hard enough that I felt it through my jacket, and peeled off toward the side doors. I stood there another second before following him in, the morning suddenly feeling even more interesting than it started..
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Third period was CompSci, which everybody called the easiest hour of the day for reasons that had nothing to do with the material. The room was set up in rows of desktop monitors, tall enough that if you sat up straight you basically disappeared behind your own screen. I started to think about the long-running jokes when I walked in.
People would jest that it was “the one class where you could jerk off and the teacher would never know”.
Mrs. Tedesco taught this class, and she was maybe thirty, built with big tits and a naturally flirty way of talking. Every guy in her class would sit up a little straighter when she walked the rows checking work. She wore low-cut tops that she probably didn't think twice about, but it led to infinite fantasies over the years for the guys. None of us could think about anything else when she leaned over a desk to point something out on someone's screen.
So suffice it to say that this was already a class that gave me bizarre thoughts, and my dick was always on my mind when I was in this room.
I got to class a couple minutes early and this guy, Jimmy was already in the row we normally sat in, dropped into his usual seat with his backpack still zipped, scrolling his phone with a particular slouch suggesting he hadn't fully woken up yet.
I didn't know Jimmy that well outside this class. He was a wrestler, with a thick upper body, and he had a reputation that preceded him by at least a year for being “wild”. There was a story about him going streaking at parties, and another about a dare at a party that had ended with him doing a lap around the block in nothing but his socks. Stories like that followed a guy around a school forever, half true, half legend, and Jimmy didn’t seem to mind, which made me think they were mostly true.
Bradley came in a minute after me and looked at me. I saw a smirk form on his face. I started to get the sense of what he was thinking, but I didn’t honestly believe it yet. He looked at the open seat between Jimmy and me, then made a beeline and dropped into it, even though he normally sat on the opposite side of the class.
"You're up," Bradley said quietly, settling his bag against the leg of the desk.
"Up for what," Jimmy said, not looking up from his phone.
"Nothing," Bradley said. "Class stuff."
I looked at him as he kept his eyes forward, the smirk turning into a nervous smile like he was holding back a laugh.
His hand reached down to his crotch.
“No way,” I whispered to him as everyone else started to flood into the room and fill the seats.
His smile only grew, as he continued looking forward.
Mrs. Tedesco started the period walking through a syntax error happening to a student two rows up from us, and bent slightly over a monitor, and I felt Bradley's foot tap mine under the desk.
I looked over. He had his laptop angled so the screen blocked Mrs. Tedesco's sightline, and his other hand had already disappeared below the desk's edge. Only from my angle could one tell that he was doing something under there.
"You're insane," I whispered.
"You're gonna lose," he whispered back.
Fuck, I thought to myself, I forgot it was a bet.
A message appeared in the corner of my screen.
Bradley: you in or what
I looked over at him. He wasn't looking back at me. He was staring straight ahead, completely composed, still working himself slowly under the desk. Jimmy leaned forward just slightly and glanced across Bradley at me, one eyebrow up, waiting. He was starting to catch on that shenanigans were afoot.
Bradley didn’t say anything. There is a specific kind of peer pressure that doesn't involve any directness at all, just a guy acting like something is completely normal, and suggesting that you're the strange one for not doing it. I felt it then, in my chest, in my stomach, down to my tingling balls and my hardening dick.
I unzipped myself.
I felt my whole body surge, making a decision for me before my brain fully weighed in on it. Carefully, slowly, my heart going harder than it ever had before, I dipped my head low for just a second, I had to check for sure if this was really happening.
Sure enough, Bradley’s fat dick was fully out of his pants under the desk, and he was carefully holding the head of it, rubbing rapid circles around the head, already producing his clear liquid, showing he was more than halfway to orgasm, in my experience at least. His technique was subtle and fast, clearly optimized to prevent his body from shaking.
I pulled myself out too.
I stole his hand strategy, twisting my wrist to rub myself with my palm in circles, minimizing my arm movement, quickly finding a stimulating method, and repeating it desperately. I was motivated to cum before Bradley. I did not want to send a dick pic to a person of his choice.
The nerves in my stomach were on fire as I pleasured myself. I had never felt such a strange mix of fear and horniness, a naughty “forbidden” pleasure reaching my deepest parts.
The desk in front of me was the only thing standing between my cock and total disaster, and that thought alone did something to me I wasn't proud of, a kind of horny, strange, stupid thrill that made it hotter than any jerkoff sesh I had ever had before.
Mrs. Tedesco moved to the next row. I kept my eyes on my screen, my free hand tapping a random key on my keyboard every few seconds, pretending to work on an assignment I wasn't reading a single word of, my right hand working myself quietly under the desk. Every muscle in my shoulders was locked tight, trying to keep my face doing absolutely nothing. Bradley's breathing next to me had gotten shallow, uneven, and every few seconds his knee would bump mine.
He was doing it on purpose.
Jimmy suddenly leaned over to ask Bradley something about the assignment.
I saw it happen out of the corner of my eye. Jimmy’s body drifting toward Bradley’s, his head turning in slow motion, mumbling something about a function name. Jimmy’s head had moved to where he could see below the desk, just barely, but enough. His eyes dropped for half a second to where Bradley's hand was clearly, unmistakably working his wet cock under the desk.
Jimmy's whole face changed. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open, frozen mid-sentence. His brain had stalled out.
Bradley didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. He just looked at Jimmy, completely calm, and said under his breath, "What?"
Jimmy looked over at me, saw my straight face looking ahead at my screen like a zombie, my hand also disappeared under my desk. I fought off a smile as he looked at me.
I thought he was going to bolt, avert his eyes, do the normal thing a guy would do. Instead his face got tight, some sense of embarrassment setting in, and he glanced toward the front of the room, where Mrs. Tedesco was occupied, then back at us.
"You're both fucking insane," he whispered. But his hand was already moving toward his own lap.
Bradley started typing on his computer with one hand. A message popped up on the corner of my screen. It was a group chat with Jimmy added.
Bradley: new bet. same stakes. whoever finishes last sends the pic.
I stared at the words on my screen for a second. Then I typed back.
Me: jimmy doesn't even know what the stakes are
Bradley: jimmy figure it out
Jimmy kept his eyes on the screen, and typed his own message with one hand, while he subtly groped himself underneath. He was getting the picture already.
Jimmy: …what are the stakes
Bradley: loser sends a dick pic. winner picks who gets it.
A long pause. Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again.
Jimmy: You guys are goin down
I looked over at Jimmy. He was looking at me, a wide, slightly unhinged grin on his face, like he'd just agreed to jump off a cliff with us. I felt the same way. Three of us were in it now.
There was a minute where we were all working ourselves as subtly as possible under the desks, while my adrenaline surged. It might’ve only been ten seconds, I’m not even sure, when another message popped up.
Jimmy: I can’t hide this thing.
Bradley and I looked over at Jimmy, slowly, at the same time. He had pulled his chair back several inches, exposing his opened fly and his pants peeled back a bit. For a split second, in the dim light of our row, I thought he was holding a water bottle on his lap. Then my jaw started to fall open. He was holding his dick upright
And the thing was a monster.
Thick and red and angry. His fingers didn’t wrap all the way around it, and it rose above the level of the desk from his crotch in the chair. It would be completely visible if the teacher, or anyone in front of us for that matter, looked our way.
My eyes went wide, I lost control over my face. Bradley smirked, nodding slightly. I glanced ahead, and spotted the teacher only two rows up again, helping the same needy student with another problem in their code.
Bradley messaged the chat: So that’s why you said yes so quickly
I messaged as well: jfc dude
I felt surges of adrenaline crash through me, and a spike occurred when Mrs. Tedesco was suddenly moving again, asking someone to walk her through their code out loud. We all went still. Three guys staring at our screens with blankness, trying to look like we were absolutely not doing anything wrong.
She stopped at the row directly in front of us and I gulped. I felt actual sweat bead on my neck, dripping down, as I kept my grip on my hog, still determined not to lose this thing, and feeling the most erotic sensations I had ever felt shoot up my spine.
Bradley: No one move
Jimmy: I’m about to cum
Bradley chuckled, but I felt like my heart was about to explode out of my chest.
Me: can everyone please stop typing
I kept my eyes on my monitor and did not move a single muscle above the desk. I could feel my own heartbeat everywhere, in my throat, behind my ears, in places I hadn't previously been aware had a pulse. I felt my heartbeat in my actual ass. I watched Mrs. Tedesco lean over someone's keyboard, her back to us, her round butt almost touching my monitor. She was close enough that I could hear her explaining something about “variable scope”, and the whole row suddenly felt like it was made of glass.
She straightened up. Moved one desk to the left, and kept going.
Bradley: Let’s finish this.
The three of us picked up our pace at the same time, like a starting gun had gone off. The competitive element was charged. Before, it had been more careful and slow, focusing on not getting caught. Now it was urgent.
I found my orgasm end game rhythm faster than I expected, and the speed of it made my thighs want to tense up, which would shift my whole body in the chair, which would be visible from the front of the room. I kept my legs pressed flat to the seat and redirected everything through my wrist instead, tiny, fast movements that I felt everywhere despite how small they looked.
Bradley was doing something similar beside me, I could tell from the barely perceptible dip and rise of his right shoulder every few seconds, half an inch of movement he couldn't fully suppress.
Jimmy became somewhat of a problem. His situation did not lend itself to subtlety by design, and the sounds coming from his direction were not sounds a person makes while doing classwork. He had hidden himself under the desk, but his dick had apparently gotten wet with pre-cum. Every few seconds there was the faint, unmistakable sound of skin, and I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he shifted his whole forearm to muffle it against the inside of his thigh, which helped some and not enough. He had his left hand planted on his keyboard in front of him, fingers splayed like he was preparing to type something, and his face was doing absolutely nothing, which was somehow funnier than if he'd been grimacing.
But the squelching sounds of a male jerking off were not easy to ignore. If anyone took notice, we were cooked.
Mrs. Tedesco asked someone in the row in front of us to read their solution out loud, and her butt was right in front of Jimmy’s face. The whole room's ambient noise level dropped by half as everyone went quiet to listen. All three of us slowed down, but we did not stop, and I felt a hysterical, soundless laugh build up in my chest that I had to kill by biting the inside of my cheek until it passed.
Jimmy: this is the funniest thing that has ever happened to me
Bradley: focus
Jimmy: im extremely focused
Jimmy: on that ass.
Me: We’re gonna get caught
Bradley's knee found mine under the desk, deliberately, and I glanced over without moving my head. He looked completely fine, somehow. Relaxed, even. Like this was just how he preferred to spend third period, which at this point I was beginning to think it might genuinely be.
Mrs. Tedesco finished with the front row and started moving again, and the three of us came back to life like someone had flipped a switch. The pace was faster now, the situation having somehow gotten more real the closer she'd been, and I felt it all the way through me, the adrenaline and the heat stacking on top of each other until I could barely keep track of which one was making it hard to breathe.
I was close. Not there yet, but my body started making involuntary movements, the warmth spreading up through my stomach, pressure building in the low space below my balls, that pleasure that only comes from a good nut.
I nudged Bradley with my knee, and he nudged me back. I chanced a look sideways, and saw Jimmy. He was biting his lower lip. I recognized the look of an O-face from seeing my own in the bathroom mirror so many times. It was about to happen. The only question was who would finish first.
I felt Bradley’s leg go stiff against mine. I was still working my hog, desperate not to lose, when I felt his tension release. His leg shook against mine, and I had the distinct, pleasurable moment of knowing he was having yet another orgasm in my presence. I was so close to the edge now, it felt like I was already having an orgasm, except it kept escalating, getting better and better.
Bradley lifted his hand from under the desk, just barely touching it to the desk. I glanced over at it. An unmistakable streak of cum was dripping down the back of it, from his index finger down over his knuckles. Jimmy looked too, and I saw the fire in his eyes. His face was turning red. I saw his pace pick up, and I could even see his technique fall apart, his whole arm moving up to his shoulder as he passed the point of giving a fuck.
Bradley just sat here, calm and placid, both his hands on the desk, his task completed, while Jimmy and I raced for second place.
But, alas, ten seconds later, Jimmy let out a breath through his nose, slow and controlled, and also went still. I worked myself roughly, in denial that it was over, but when Jimmy’s hand rose above the desk to hold his mouse, the white, liquid evidence running down his wrist was clear.
I was alone.
The two of them sat there calmly, no longer worried, having won. They seemed completely composed, hands on their desks, pretending to look at their screens, and I was still going. Even though I lost, I believe it would be physically impossible for me not to finish at this point, or my balls would explode.
Bradley and Jimmy watched me the whole time.
Finally, the warmth that had been building all class period washed over me, and I let it crest and break and roll through me in a wave I had to absorb completely. I had to hold back a moan, without letting it reach my face or my shoulders or my breathing, sitting completely still in a recycled classroom chair while my whole body convulsed internally with an enormous and uncontrollable rush of sensation.
I sat very still afterward, staring at my screen. My heart was running hard enough that I could feel it in my temples. The assignment in front of me remained exactly as unfinished as it had been when I walked in.
Bradley: Show us
I lifted my hand, just like them, revealing my work, while the rest of my goo pooled on the floor under mydesk.
Bradley: we have a loser
Jimmy: lick it
I looked at the screen. Then at Bradley, who had his arms crossed and a grin on his face. Then I looked past him to Jimmy, who was holding back a laugh through sheer physical effort, his whole face tight with it.
Me: This wasn’t the bet.
Bradley: you actually wanna send a dick pic.
Me: No
No more messages.
I looked down at my own hand.
I thought about every reason not to. I was in a classroom. There were twenty other students within ten feet of me. Mrs. Tedesco was one row over. I had presumably made worse decisions than this at some point in my life, though I was struggling to recall specific examples.
I brought my finger up and put it in my mouth, the salty tang striking me intensely.
"Sir."
Mrs. Tedesco was looking directly at me, stern. Her voice came from directly beside our row, closer than I had tracked by at least ten feet, and I froze completely, finger still pressed against my tongue, every nerve in my body firing at once.
"Why is your finger in your mouth?"
The bell rang, interrupting her question, and everyone rose. The heat was off me, and I felt the relief sink in immediately. The teacher walked to her desk for the next thing she was doing, my slight strangeness forgotten.
Jimmy, Bradley and I looked at each other.
“Good game,” Jimmy said. “I can’t believe you licked it.”
I chuckled, feeling a relief like I had both ridden a roller coaster and evaded a tsunami. I just shrugged.
Bradley stood up, his bulge still half hard in his pants. “I kinda like this game. Let’s do something at my house this Friday, I’ll invite the team.”