This is the first chapter of a multi-part series that will be published irregularily. This is my first story on Nifty, so I would be very happy about any constructive feedback or new ideas! If you are under the age of 18 or if it is illegal to read this story in your location, please stop reading now.
This story is about Ben, a high school sophomore who makes an unexpected aquaintance during detention.
Chapter 1
When Ben became a sophomore, nothing had really changed. He knew his classmates well enough by now, and--even though he hadn't made any new best friends--he was happy with the people he surrounded himself with.
One thing that had changed, however, was Ben's interest in girls. Or, more specifically, his disinterest. While Ben had already had two girlfriends in middle school (one of them even let him finger her), he was never really overly attracted to them. Especially looking back, Ben found that what excited him way more than girls were male bodies. In the locker room, Ben had to concentrate to not stare at the other boys for too long. Their slim frames, chest and abs, their butts, and--of course--their dicks, made Ben all horny--not the best situation to be in if you were naked with nowhere to hide. Luckily, having a boner in the locker room was considered normal by his peers, so it never got overly awkward.
Ben himself was always loved by the girls. He wasn't particularly muscular, but his 5'6" body was well proportioned, and his boyish facial features and wavy brown hair made him quite good-looking overall. Especially his chest was clearly chiseled; he liked the way T-shirts would fall over it but still hinted at his muscular pecs. The boys obviously didn't give him much attention, given he hadn't come out to any of them. He didn't really see the point, given all of them were straight. Without any other gay boys at his school that he knew of, there was really no reason to make things more awkward than necessary.
Ben wasn't very good at school. He was smart, but he wasn't at all motivated to waste his time with learning or doing homework. Usually, he had his ways of coming through with that, but today was different. It was a dark and cloudy day, and the rain pattered against the windows of Riverside High. He hadn't done his English homework, and he had been caught. Mrs. Waters gave him detention and ordered him to come to room 305, in the science wing.
At this time in the afternoon, most of the students had already left the school, so the atmosphere was eerie and dark. When he reached the corridor leading up to 305, he saw another boy waiting in front of the room. Coming closer, Ben could make out a freshman he had seen around a few times but never spoken to. He was blonde, with his medium-length hair being loosely thrown back. After walking the last few meters, the boy turned around. Ben noticed light freckles, beautifully decorating his sun-tanned face. He was wearing a slim white T-shirt and gray, wide sweatpants. Ben's stomach dropped a little, like always when he saw someone really attractive.
"Hey! You got detention with Mrs. Waters too?", Ben asked.
"Yeah. What did you do?"
"Didn't do my homework, you?"
"I was 20 minutes late to class. The usual, you know?"
The boy smiled, and Ben's stomach was turned upside down once again. The boy's smile was so warm and beautiful, and with his mesmerizing bright blue eyes lighting up, it could probably melt even the coldest of hearts.
"Yeah, um, the usual. I'm Ben, by the way."
He held out his hand, and the boy shook it.
"Felix!"
At that moment, Mrs. Waters appeared at the end of the corridor, carrying a stack of folders and documents. She rushed past them and, while carefully balancing the papers, opened the door with her key.
"Come in, boys, you best sit down right here, in the front."
She pointed towards the first table opposite the teachers' desk. Ben and Felix entered and sat down next to each other. Outside the windows, the rain got stronger, and the sky got darker.
"Alright then, Ben, Felix. I usually don't do detention, but I really am at my wit's end about what to do with you two. Maybe this is what it takes to make you understand."
Mrs. Waters took two pieces of paper from the top of her stack and gave the boys one each.
"This is an essay about the importance of self-discipline and why your school performance matters for the rest of your life. You will copy it! When you're done, you're free to leave. But don't think this will get easier if you go on with your behavior like this. Understood? Any questions?"
Ben and Felix shook their heads and began writing.
After about half an hour--Mrs. Waters had been correcting tests in the meantime--the teacher got up.
"Alright boys, I'll go to the teachers' lounge for a minute. Remember, there's no point in stopping while I'm gone, you'll have to write the whole thing anyway."
With that, she grabbed her keys and took off to the central wing. Like she said, Ben and Felix didn't stop writing and continued on, powering through. The text was garbage, but Ben didn't really concentrate on the content and just copied it mindlessly. That was, until he noticed Felix shifting in his chair for the second time in a few minutes. Ben tried to not be too obvious, but he stole a glance to his left. Felix's right hand was still working on the essay, but his left hand seemed to try to pull down his white T-shirt over his crotch. Unfortunately, although Ben would feel quite fortunate, Felix was wearing gray sweatpants, which left little to the imagination. Ben could clearly see the outlines of a boner through Felix's pants, and the T-shirt was way too short to effectively hide that fact. Looking up at his face, Felix seemed oblivious to the fact that he had already been caught. Continuing on with the text, Ben found it increasingly hard to concentrate as his own horniness took the better of him.
Ben's mind was racing. If he played his cards just right, this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Well, at least once-in-high-school. But if he made things awkward, who knew what the consequences would be? Ben realized that he hadn't been writing for the last minute, but looking over at Felix's paper, he hadn't even caught up.
Ben took a deep breath, held it for a minute, and then said, "You--... You don't have to hide it, you know?"
Felix looked up and seemed to not really know what Ben was talking about.
"Your--... Well, your boner. It happens to all of us; there's nothing to it, really." Ben held his breath, his heart beating up to his chin.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess it just... sometimes happens." Felix's body seemed to relax a little, and he stopped trying to pull down his t-shirt.
It had worked! Or at least Felix didn't seem to think he was a weirdo at this point.
"I usually jerk off before school, so something like this doesn't happen. Maybe you should start doing that too!"
"Yeah, I guess" Felix seemed to not really know what to say at this point, and the room fell into an awkward silence for a few seconds.
"I could," Ben started--and he knew he had to go all in right now--"help you out a little?" With that, he put his hand under the table and onto Felix's hard-on. He could feel a jolt going through the freshman's body, and the stiffness under the gray sweats.
Felix didn't say anything to that, and Ben didn't want to ruin the moment by doing so, so he stared slowly rubbing up and down the fabric in Felix's crotch. The boy took a sharp breath and leaned back in his chair a little. This was what Ben needed as confirmation of Felix's pleasure. He continued on like this for a moment, listening to Felix's deep breaths. Then, he slowly opened the knot at the top of the sweatpants and started pulling them down in the front.
In the position they were in, Ben couldn't see what he was doing under the table. When Felix realized that he was struggling with the pants, he helped pull them and his underpants down to his knees. Ben took a hold of the boy's shaft. It was incredibly hard, but smooth and hairless. He could feel warmth and moisture emanating from the cock. He slowly stared moving his hand up and down the dick, just like he would with his own, in the privacy of his room--only that he used his left now, instead of the usual right. When he started jerking slowly, Felix squirmed a little on his chair, but it didn't seem like he wanted Ben to stop.
So Ben got a little quicker and continued jerking this boy's cock. He tried to get a feel for it's size and girth, but without leaning back far to be able to look under the table, he wouldn't be able to come to any conclusions. If anything, it felt a little slimmer than his own in his hand, but not small at all.
As Felix's breaths became louder, Ben continually increased his tempo, until he could feel the freshman tense up--a telltale sign of an incoming orgasm, as he had realized for himself. He increased the tempo even more, barely thinking about where they were or how long it had been. Ben and--by the looks of things--Felix were fully immersed in this moment of pleasure.
That was, until the door flew open and Mrs. Waters came in. Ben immediately let go of Felix's penis, but just the slight friction of his fingers letting go of the sweaty cock was enough to push him over the edge. With a barely suppressed moan, he orgasmed. One, two, three strings of thick white boy cum shot out from under the table and splattered on the ground as Felix collapsed in the chair to Ben's left.