Alex was having one of those days. He'd woken up horny, then lain in bed after silencing his alarm, fantasizing and enjoying himself in the warmth and comfort of his bed. Normally he'd get up and take care of business in the bathroom before his shower, or maybe in the shower itself with the aid of a little conditioner, but he was in that foggy state between sleep and wakefulness where his fantasies took on a certain richness they lacked during regular waking hours and he couldn't help indulging. He'd glance at his alarm clock with his dick in his hand, bargaining with himself for another fifteen minutes, and then fifteen more.
His responsibilities finally forced him out of bed. He'd had to skip his shower and breakfast and had barely caught the bus to school, and the moment he took his seat his mind had already wandered toward lust again, and his dick responded eagerly, swelling along his left thigh. He put his hands in the front pocket of the hoodie he'd strategically chosen to wear, both to cover himself and allow a little extra incognito stimulation, his eyes glazing as he stared sightlessly out the bus window, his mind sampling one sexual scenario after another as he stealthily toyed with himself through his jeans.
And so the morning passed into afternoon, and now he was taking his seat in geography class, already eager to languish in his own private world of sex again. It occurred to him that this might be some kind of personal record. He'd been rock hard pretty much since he first woke up, and normally he would have satisfied himself or moved on to other things long before, but today he'd kept it going and been so hard for so long his dick was almost starting to ache. Every time he snapped out of it and tried focusing on the world around him he'd catch a glimpse of some boy's smile or ass or whatever and his dick would throb and his mind would sink back into a parade of carnal acts. He wasn't sure he'd ever been this horny before, not for so long anyway
He took out his textbook and notebook and a pen, which were really just props at this point, as the other students settled in.
"Gah, fucking kill me," Westfall whispered next to him, staring at the ass of Alicia as she walked to her desk near the front of the class. He sighed as she took her seat and dropped his forehead to the desk dramatically. Alex chuckled politely at the show. He liked Westfall - Mike, actually, but everyone called him by his last name. Alex himself was polite and smart and kind of bookish, but also privately a huge pervert, at least he felt that way. Westfall was brash and mischievous and not terribly bright, so the two didn't have much in common, but he was the only other boy Alex knew who seemed just as sexually insatiable as he was, or maybe he was just more open about it, and the two enjoyed reveling in sexual conversations, usually focused around Alicia, since Alex kept his predilection for other boys to himself.
Westfall moaned as if in pain and Alex laughed. Poor boy. He was so eager, and would no doubt be an amazing sexual partner, but he was sadly overlooked by the girls he liked. Which was a bit odd to Alex, because he wasn't unattractive. He was a bit short, true, and definitely on the sleazy side, and not particularly athletic either. But he had a beautiful smile, even if it was usually wicked, he also had perfect teeth, and some of the most beautiful eyes Alex had ever seen, a blue-gray so pale they were almost white and which stood out even more against the contrast of his spiky black hair and luxuriously dark eyelashes. He always won the "best eyes" category in the yearbook and had unknowingly played a starring role in more than a few of Alex's orgasms. But girls like Alicia didn't even acknowledge his existence. Such a shame. Just five minutes of sexual kindness on her part would make a boy like Westfall the happiest kid in the world.
An image of Alicia naked and bouncing on a euphoric Westfall passed through his mind as his geography teacher began the lesson, and his dick moved eagerly against his thigh like a puppy wanting attention. Alex obligingly slid his hand into his hoodie pocket and gave himself some pets. If he could spend just a day in the body of Alicia... he let his imagination blossom with the erotic possibilities.
(He's in the janitor's closet, and just as Westfall walks by Alex reaches out and grabs him, pulls him inside, closes the door, and pins Westfall against it. Westfall's gorgeous exotic eyes widen with surprise, and they widen further when he realizes that the person who pulled him in is the icon of his sexual appetites, Alicia Moore.
"Wha-" he starts to say, but before he can finish the question Alex grabs his stupid face and kisses him with complete abandon, hungrily pushing his tongue into Westfall's mouth. Westfall is tense and frozen in confusion for only a moment before his body gives in without questioning and he's kissing back just as intensely. They both moan in satisfaction as their tongues slide over each other hungrily, and Alex presses the curves of his female body against Westfall. He can feel the rapid swelling between Westfall's legs and presses his hips against it, and Westfall's face goes slack, his eyes half closed with pleasure, and Alex breaks the kiss and takes a moment to stare at the look of ecstasy on the other boy's beautiful face, then sucks the lower lip as he eagerly grinds his feminine hips against Westfall, encouraging the growing stiffness.
He pushes Westfall away, and the boy looks taken aback for a moment, probably wondering if this is going to stop or if maybe Alicia has come to her senses, but then Alex lifts his blouse over his head and quickly undoes the bra, exposing Alicia's full breasts. Westfall stares at them greedily, and he cups them and rubs the nipples with his thumbs. Alex grabs his face and pulls him down to the left breast until the nipple is in Westfall's mouth, then cradles the boy's head as he eagerly suckles at it, his eyes closed in complete bliss. You can do whatever you want, Alex thinks as he runs his fingers through Westfall's black hair...)
Alex allows himself to come back to reality. Fuck that was a hot fantasy. He'd never imagined himself as a girl and didn't particularly want to be one, but the idea of being able to make a sexy horndog like Westfall's wildest dreams come true was really appealing. The teacher was droning on about North America, and Alex allowed himself to casually glance around to make sure no one was noticing him. He'd been so deep in his fantasy that for all he knew he could have been drooling, but he didn't seem to have caught anyone's attention.
In a fog of horniness he glanced over at Westfall, who was grinning in amusement as he doodled something stupid on his book cover. Alex's eyes wandered over him, hungrily drinking in the details, the unblemished skin at his neck, the fine hairs on the exposed skin of his legs under his black cargo shorts...
(He's on his knees with his hands around Westfall's ankles, and he slides them up the boys legs and over the swell of his calves, enjoying the prickle of the fine hairs which thin out to smooth skin above his knees, and he stares longingly at the obvious bulge in Westfall's black shorts. He leans forward and kisses it, and it throbs satisfyingly. He lifts the hem of Westfall's t-shirt and kisses below his navel as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulls them down, revealing the smooth skin of his lower belly, his waistline imprinted with the reddening impression of the waistband of his underwear, and then eventually the patch of curly black pubic hair. The descent of the shorts stalls at his hard on, but Alex is persistent, and soon the base of his cock is revealed, and then the shorts fall easily to his ankles and the full length of his erection pops up, the head bobbing in the air intoxicatingly right in front of Alex's face. He leans forward and plants a gentle kiss right on the slit at the tip, his tongue just barely tasting the soft skin, and it bounces a couple of times as it throbs in response to his touch. He reaches up and grabs hold of the base to steady it, noting the hot firmness of its girth, then he licks the head until it's all wet and slides it into his mouth. Westfall sighs with pleasure as Alex takes him as far in as he can, until the soft head hits the back of his throat. He begins to work more earnestly, sucking on it enthusiastically or running his tongue over every inch of it as he looks up at Westfall's beautiful face. Soon Westfall's cock is hard as a rock and throbbing regularly and Westfall works his hands into Alex's hair and fucks his cock into Alex's mouth and he starts panting and Alex can tell he's getting closer, closer...)
Alex's dick was folded in a way that was intended to hide his boner but was getting increasingly uncomfortable. He moved his left leg out a little, and as casually as he could he used the hand hidden in his hoodie pocket to pull his dick up so it could stretch out straight along his thigh. His dick throbbed gratefully and a wave of pleasure passed through him, followed by a leak of precum that he felt as a tiny sharp tickle, and the sweetness of it made his eyes glaze over and his dick throb again. He glanced around to make sure he was still inconspicuous, but everyone was either watching the teacher or engaged with something on their desk. Grant caught his attention as he was chuckling quietly at something Tyler said, and Alex took a moment to check him out. He didn't know Grant very well, this was the only class they shared and he sat a good distance away, but Alex had enjoyed him in many fantasies over the semester. He wasn't super attractive in the traditional sense, but something about him always warmed Alex's groin. He had a thicker, soft, farm-boy build that Alex found alluring. Like Mike Westfall he was a bit cocky and, also like Westfall, not the brightest of the bunch. Alex may not know much about him but he'd bet that Grant would fuck Alicia Moore in a heartbeat if given the chance. That girl could suck the virginity out of every boy at school if she wanted. She could spend every moment of every day with a fresh load of teen boy cum in any hole she wanted, and get a refill any time she felt she needed one. What a wasted opportunity. Alex's hand worked its way to the head of his dick and he couldn't help giving it a stimulating squeeze as he admired Grant's face. He found that tender spot just under the head and rubbed it slowly, agonizingly slowly, so as not to draw attention to himself.
(Alex has his shirt off again, his bare breasts heaving in front of the eager faces of the two boys, Westfall on the right and Grant on the left. He puts a hand on the back of their necks in encouragement and guides them, and they each take a nipple and suck and lick greedily while Alex leans his head back, letting his hair cascade down his back as he offers himself to their pleasure, enjoying the wet mouth sounds and hungry moans the boys make as they work.
He tilts Westfall's head away from the breast, his mouth still open, and leans down to put his tongue in the boy's mouth. They kiss deeply for a moment, then he lets him resume his sucking as he tilts Grant back and kisses him, comparing the feel of their lips, the taste of their tongues, and can't decide which he likes better. He kisses Westfall again as Grant squeezes his breasts, and as he kisses him he sucks as much wetness out of Westfall's mouth as he can, then switches to Grant, secretly relishing the fact that Grant is kissing a mouth that is now full of Westfall's saliva.
He drops down to his knees, and with the two boys standing over him he takes Westfall's cock in his mouth again while working Grant's shorts down as well, until both their cocks are out and now Alex is switching from one to the next, pleasing one with his mouth while he jacks the other. He brings their cocks closer together until the heads are touching and he's flicking his tongue and lips over the knobs of warm, soft skin, occasionally working the tip of his tongue into the slits.
He grabs the hem of Grant's shirt and pulls him down to his knees and kisses him passionately while working Westfall's cock with his right hand. Then he gives Westfall's cock a consistent tug, forcing the boy to inch closer to he and Grant's kissing mouths, until the bulbous tip is pressed against the sides of their mouths. Grant looks surprised and pulls back a bit, but Alex grabs the back of his head and kisses him even more passionately. Once Grant is kissing back just as hard, Alex brings Westfall's cock closer again. This time when it touches their mouths they continue to kiss as it comes between them, their tongues finding each other over and around the length of Westfall's dick. Alex takes the head into his mouth and sucks it briefly again, then guides Westfall's wet dick toward the other boy's mouth. Grant's mouth opens without resistance as Westfall's cock pushes its way inside. Alex continues licking around the base and cupping Westfall's balls and gives words of encouragement as Grant gets the hang of it and sucks more earnestly. Alex pulls it out and sucks it again, then gives it back to Grant, and they spend time working Westfall's dick, back and forth or together at once.
Alex stands and pulls his panties off and embraces Westfall in another kiss, then pulls the boy's shirt over his head so he's completely naked. Grant takes Westfall's dick out of his mouth and comes up and embraces Alex from behind, the length of his dick lining up with Alex's perfect feminine ass. Alex turns and kisses Grant over his shoulder as both boys explore the sexy naked female body between them. Soon Alex decides he wants to be fucked, and he lays Westfall down on his back and straddles him, sliding the hard wet cock into himself, bringing a moan of pleasure from Westfall. He then leans forward, opening his ass to Grant, who gets into position over Westfall's legs and pushes his own cock into Alex from behind. Filled from the front and the back, Alex moves his hips and soon the boys find a rhythm, fucking the girl between them, their dicks mere inches from each other inside Alex's body. They get louder and more sexually confident as their pleasure builds, squeezing Alex's breasts, kissing his neck, squeezing his ass, as they fuck their cocks into him.
Soon Westfall is panting and cussing, his eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm approaches. Grant pushes his sweaty face against Alex's back because he's about to cum too, and they start making desperate little noises and whines as they go faster and faster, fucking their cocks into Alex's holes, and then Westfall stiffens, and Grant stiffens a moment later, and both boys are still for a beautiful moment, their bodies tense as steel, and Alex can feel Westfall's dick letting go inside him, throbbing with release, and a heartbeat later Grant's cock throbs inside Alex's ass with it's own climax, and they are both shooting loads of cum into him, each boy's throbbing orgasm pulsing in counterpoint to the other, and Alex can feel it happening inside him, front and back, front and back, as jet after jet of cum is pumped into him.
Squirt-squirt, squirt-squirt...)
Enraptured, hovering on the edge of glory in geography class, suddenly Alex realizes he's dangerously close to cumming. He froze, staring intensely at his notebook, pushing sexual thoughts out of his mind as he dangled on the precipice of an immense orgasm.
But his mind was begging for one more taste of that sweet, delicious thought...
(Squirt-squirt, squirt-squirt... he can feel it, two warm tickles deep inside him, filling him up, he can hear them crying out, can see Westfall's face, his eyes squeezed shut and his features all scrunched up, his back arching as he unloads all his desperate teenage lust in blasts of warm cum deep inside Alex, he can feel Grant collapsing against him from behind as the boy spends his load, first holding his breath and then sighing and gasping...)
Alex's dick throbbed, and a wave of feverish horniness washed through him, and even though he wasn't touching himself the denim of his jeans felt tight, and he was so close, just a hair's breadth away, and his jeans were providing just enough simulation to keep him from focusing on anything else. It was such an irresistible thought, sweeter than honey, and it was like his mind just couldn't let go, just one more taste...
(Squirt-squirt, squirt-squirt... front and back and oh he can feel it he can feel his insides getting splashed with cum... squirt-squirt...)
Oh no. Oh no no no not here not now! Alex tried to concentrate on the words written in his notebook, and for an agonizing moment that seemed to last forever, his body stiff as a board and sweating, he wasn't sure whether it was going to happen or not. And then the wall between him and heaven started to crack, and a trickle turned into a flood and the biggest orgasm of his life crashed over him like a wave in the middle of his geography class and nothing mattered except the release. It was the first time he'd ever gotten off while actively trying not to, and he'd been feverishly horny for several hours straight, and the combination made for a slow, thick, and immensely heavy orgasm. Once that first gush of cum shot from his dick into the denim of his jeans and he knew he was fucked anyway, he grabbed his cock as best he could and worked it as he unloaded what felt like quarts of hot thick cum into his pants. He could feel his thigh getting blasted and he felt like crying in shame even as he continued to wring every inch of satisfaction out of his overworked penis.
Finally the storm began to pass and reality asserted itself. He felt pale and slick with sweat and completely wrung out, and the cum he'd sprayed into his jeans was already beginning to cool uncomfortably against his thigh. He swore he could actually smell the distinct alkaline scent of his own sperm, and began to panic, his face flushing with shame. What the fuck was wrong with him? Who DOES this? All the other kids in class were paying attention or taking notes or at least doing something normal, Alicia is being a diligent student, Grant is still joking with Tyler and just being a normal kid and Westfall is the only boy in class who even makes an effort to be friendly with him, and Alex's twisted mind decides to imagine himself in Alicia's body and takes these two innocent boys and imagines them gang banging her in a closet while he literally shoots a fucking load into his pants in the middle of class thinking about it. With Westfall sitting right next to him.
The words on his notebook run together as his vision blurs momentarily, but he gets himself under control before he actually cries, and now panic was setting in. What the fuck was he going to do? His jeans were now cold from spent cum, and he still swore he could smell it. Should he pretend he pissed himself? And what kind of fucked up situation was this where that would be a less embarrassing scenario?
He pretended to pay attention as he zoned out, internally berating himself, responding politely when Westfall showed him the doodle of a dragon he'd made on his book cover, hating himself.
Turns out it had only been about ten minutes between class starting and him shooting his load, and as the remaining fifteen minutes ticked by it seemed as if the denim had absorbed and distributed his cum enough to not be super noticeable after all, if the periodic checks he made we're any indication. By the time class finished his left thigh felt only a little damp and cool, not as bogged down and soggy with quarts of cold spunk as he'd feared. The area that had been hit the worst was still slimy, as if snails had been chilling there, but it was in an inconspicuous spot and when the bell rang he was able to pull his hoodie down low enough to cover it.
"Well that was sure interesting, wasn't it?" Westfall said as he shrugged on his backpack when the bell rang, and panic flared through Alex's exhausted body for a moment before he realized Westfall was sarcastically referring to geography class.
Yep, it sure was.