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A Wicked Deed --- 4
Commenting on stuff that went on between me and Angus McGregor as schoolboys, two Nifty readers suggested that the two of us were in love. Far from it. We were just a pair of teenage boys, victims of strong sexual urges, sometimes telling one another how lucky it was to have found each other. We never once kissed.
Besides, we were not alone in feeling the urge to wank time after time, by ourselves or doing it for each other. The joker in our class once said that it was like his cock had a life of its own & his balls were in overdrive. That was a good way of putting it. Just about every boy in my year was wanking by then, living with the constant risk of getting a hard-on at all the wrong moments, like when we had to stand up in classes to answer a question.
The desks in all our classrooms were in rows, two side by side. Except in our first year when we sat together the two of us avoided sitting together after our mutual wanking got going simply because the urge to touch each other under our desks would have proved too strong to resist. Pupils could sit anywhere they chose. Every time the two of us were in the same class, all we did was exchange winks & sly grins when our eyes met.
One day, sitting next to another boy in our year, I was aware that I had the start of a hard-on. It wasn't really hard and I was kind of willing it to go away, but it must have shown, because he suddenly put a hand on the front of my trousers, giving me a quick squeeze but still looking straight ahead. I brushed his hand away, giving his leg a good kick under the desk, enough to make him wince. I told Angus about it as soon as I saw him afterwards.
During school hours, when the urge to wank became overpowering, the favourite place to go to do it was in the lavs. Just past the urinals there were five or six cubicles. The doors couldn't be locked, just a latch on the inside of the door. On the outside of each door was a little dial with a knob to turn to show Vacant or Engaged. There was plenty of time in our dinner break to do it. A rotten trick was to creep very quietly along the cubicles, listening for the obvious sound of wanking, looking for where it said Engaged, turning the knob round to show Vacant, hoping that another classmate would walk in on someone wanking.
The trick maybe worked once or twice before it backfired. One of our classmates was in a cubicle having a wank when the boy who walked in on him was older, something like two classes above ours. Our classmate's version of what happened was that the older boy made him give him a wank and had then sucked his cock right off for him, spitting his spunk down the lav. The rest of us were prepared to believe he'd wanked the other one because he described how much hair he had round his cock and how his balls were hairy, later pointing him out to us. None of us believed he'd had his cock sucked.
The accepted way of having a wank in a lav cubicle was to put the seat & lid down. They were wooden, not bad to sit on naked with everything down round your ankles. Just as your spunk was about to come, you would stand up, turn round, grabbing the lid & seat, lifting them up and pointing your cock downwards so that the spunk went straight into the bowl.
Only once when I went into one of the cubicles not for a wank but for the proper reason, I nearly stepped in a lot of spunk on the floor. The floors had dark green tiles, so the splashes of it showed up and couldn't have been there long because they were still white & sticky. Whoever had left it there must have have been unable to get up from where he was sitting before he lost it on the floor, not even taking the trouble to wipe it up.
Angus and me had been in the Hockey First Eleven for only like a month or two when he got that crippling kick between his legs and was sent home by our PE master. Back at school the next day, still sore, he had told me how the doctor had examined his balls, warning him to avoid masturbating for at least ten days, giving him a red face, before she explained to his dad that his testicles were OK and that the force of the kick had hurt his Perineum, the place right under his balls where it swells up hard and you can feel it throbbing & like pumping the spunk out.
We had an American boy who joined our class in our second year. His name was Nathan, there for just over a year but we all remembered him for two reasons. First thing, he was circumcised and had lost his skin only when he was aged 10, before he started paying any attention to anything between his legs, so he couldn't remember how his cock looked before it was cut. Even when his was soft, it looked pretty big. When he got it hard, it was easy to see why his parents had him circumcised because with it hard, the head of his cock was huge and if his skin had been left on, once his cock got bigger, he could never have managed to pull his foreskin back to wash under it. When he wanked, having no skin there, he used to spit on the hand he used for wanking. He called it jacking off. Another thing was that he called the place under his balls his gootch, even spelling it for us.
With Angus still feeling sore that next day, I made the effort not to say anything about wanking, just hoping that his pain would go away fast. What happened after that is something I remembered for a long time. Sitting at the tables for school dinner one day, the others sitting there with us finished eating, getting up to put their trays to be scraped & washed. That left just Angus & me on opposite sides of the table. Speaking very quietly, he said something like I had to do something for him, right away.
The two of us went outside. That's when he told me what was troubling him. After what the Doc said to him about keeping off masturbation for ten days, he'd really managed to do it, the 10 days over that day. How? "With huge difficulty, Rob. Call it mind over matter." As we were walking slowly in the direction of the lavs, he told me how his balls had started hurting after about three days, and how when he got out of bed just that morning, he didn't only have the usual hard-on that we all got. No, his cock was so hard that he had bother peeing. Even getting dressed for school, he was still hard, worrying in case it was obvious to other passengers on the bus he took to school, keeping a hand in his trouser pocket.
In the lavs, there was only one boy peeing at the urinals with his back to us. At the last cubicle, making sure the Engaged sign was showing, we hung our blazers on the hook. Angus wanted his shirt off, putting it & his tie on the hook. That left him in just the T-shirt he had on underneath. It must have been washed a few times because it came to just below his belly-button. I rolled my shirt sleeves up as he was dropping everything down round his ankles, with his cock springing up at an angle. I lifted the lav seat & lid.
Standing right up close behind him, I reached round, putting my left hand under his balls and taking hold of his cock with my right. It was so hard it felt like a warm bit of wood. I was well used to his balls and him to mine, neither of us with them hanging down, more like close under our cocks. But I could feel how swollen his seemed.
As I began wanking him slowly, knowing the way he liked it, my thumb on top & my other fingers underneath, not gripping it hard, I felt my cock stiffening, like it was straining against my underwear.
We didn't dare make much noise. Angus was only making sounds like little gasps and intakes of breath. He had hold of my wrist of the hand I was using to wank him. I was resting my chin on his shoulder.
It took only something like no more than five or six minutes before I felt his cock going even stiffer, his balls going tight, right up each side of his cock. As it began jerking in my fingers, his head went forward as the waves of feeling took hold of him, his whole body shaking. If I hadn't had both arms round him, his knees might have given way under him. There was no time to get close to the lav bowl before his spunk starting shooting out, hitting the underside of the lav lid, one spurt after another. It was still coming as I was able to move him closer to the lav, with some more of it dropping into the water down there. I held on to him, going on wanking him until it stopped.
He was leaning back against a wall of the cubicle, swallowing, licking his lips, both hands on his balls. Some of his spunk was on my fingers. I licked it off before tearing off some sheets of lav paper. Even after all that had come out of him, his cock hadn't gone right down. He trusted me to wipe it gently for him. Some more spunk came out as I did it, taking me two sheets of paper before it stopped. I got his shirt for him and he pulled his clothes up.
Only then did we have a look at the underside of the lav lid. His spunk was still sticking there, the splashes just beginning to run down. With more lav paper, we wiped it clean, but when we put the lid & seat down, we saw that it had gone down the topside of the lid and there was a splash of it on the wooden cover of the cistern. That took more sheets of lav paper before we flushed everything away, listening for a moment to be sure that the two of us were not spotted leaving one cubicle. Having got our blazers back on & tidied ourselves, going past the urinals there were two older boys standing with their backs to us. They were peeing side by side, maybe even comparing cocks.
Angus was dying for a drink. He just had time to have a few gulps at the drinking-fountain outside, with me also having a drink before it was time for afternoon classes. Mine was not the same is his. When classes were over, I went for my bike which I rode to school, waiting until Angus came outside. He put an arm round my shoulder. That wasn't unusual. Lots of boys did that. Anyway, he just grinned, saying how he felt lots better after what I did for him.
Once I was home and was getting my school clothes off, I saw some damp stains inside the Y-fronts I had on when I was wanking Angus. It wasn't my spunk, just the clear sticky stuff that often comes just before the spunk starts. When I pulled back my skin, there was some more of it there. I went for a shower. Washing myself, I got hard very quickly, so I had a good wank, hitting the glass door with it.
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