School Show Off - 4
Jay Daniels
soxandboxers@yahoo.com
Marc was one of the first students to walk into the auditorium of St. Peter's School for Boys. The world history class was meeting in the auditorium today, as the students were scheduled to begin presenting their big mid-term projects that they had been working on for several weeks. Luckily, Marc was not scheduled to present that day. The teacher, Mr. Thompson, had assigned times to students randomly and posted the schedule a few days earlier. Marc knew that Gil was scheduled to present his project first. Marc had always thought of Gil as a geeky nerdy kid, but was beginning to think differently after Gil had given him a blowjob in this very same school auditorium a few days ago.
Marc looked at the large podium that had been placed on the stage at the front of the auditorium for the students to present. It had large panels in front and on the sides, so that when someone was standing at the podium, he could not be seen from about the middle of the chest on down. Marc smirked as he came up with an idea.
There was only one other student in the classroom so far, Rick. Marc and Rick had had their own fun in the library about a week ago.
"Hey, Rick," said Marc, "I am going to play a trick on Gil. Tell Thompson I had to go to the office or something, O.K.?"
"Sure," said Rick. He watched as Marc walked up to the stage and hid himself behind the podium so that he could not be seen by anyone in the audience. He smiled, figuring out what kind of 'trick' he was going to play on Gil.
The rest of the class filed in and took seats in the auditorium. Mr. Thompson took attendance, and Rick told him that Marc was in the office and would be back soon. Then Mr. Thompson called Gil up to the stage to begin his presentation. Gil walked up onto the stage, nervously reading his notes. He was so engrossed in looking at his note cards that he didn't notice Marc hiding under the podium.
Gil's voice cracked as he started to speak, and a couple of the boys snickered. Gil ignored them and continued with his speech. All of a sudden he felt a hand on his leg. He almost yelled out he was so startled, but luckily he held it in. He looked under the podium and saw Marc underneath. What was he doing under there? Gil began to worry that the guys were getting ready to play a trick on him. He thought back to sucking Marc off the other day during the school assembly. He couldn't believe he had actually done that. Maybe Marc told other guys and they were going to find some way to humiliate him now.
Gil tried to ignore Marc and continue on with his presentation. Then he felt Marc's hands on his shoes. Gil had one foot flat on the floor, but he had the other foot slid slightly behind him with the heel raised up. He could feel Marc untie and loosen the laces on his dress shoes. Before Gil had time to react, Marc had pulled off the shoe from the foot with the heel raised up. Instinctively Gil put that foot flat on the floor to keep his balance, and when he did he lifted his other foot up slightly. That was all Marc needed to pull that shoe off as well. Gil was standing in his black dress socks and beginning to worry about what Marc had in mind.
Then Gil felt Marc begin to unbuckle his belt. Oh no, thought Gil to himself, he is going to depants me to embarrass me in front of the whole class. He felt the clip on the top of his grey dress pants open and the zipper being lowered. His pants, under the weight of the belt, slid right down to his ankles. He was standing there in just his briefs hoping none of the guys could see. Gil's heart sank when he felt Marc start to pull down his underwear. Quickly they were down around his ankles along with his pants. Gil panicked, wondering how he would avoid the humiliation of being depantsed in front of the class. Then something happened he didn't expect. He felt Marc's mouth close around his limp four inch penis. It dawned on Gil that maybe Marc wasn't trying to embarrass him, but was giving him a blowjob in exchange for the one he got. As Marc sucked and licked, Gil could feel his dick getting bigger and harder in his mouth. Gil tried hard to concentrate on his speech and continue talking without his voice cracking, which was difficult as he was completely distracted by the sensation of Marc's mouth on his boner.
Gil could feel Marc gently lift up one foot and slide his pants and underwear off that foot, then when he put his foot back down Marc lifted the other one and pulled the clothes all the way off. Gil was so engrossed in the feeling of Marc's lips and tongue on his dick he didn't even resist. He realized he was naked below the waist except for socks behind the podium, but he didn't care. He just wanted Marc to keep working his hard-on.
Before long Gil began to feel that familiar tingling that meant he was going to cum. He struggled to maintain control of his voice and composure as he continued to read his speech from his note cards. He stopped speaking for a moment as he felt his jizz begin to spurt out of his dick. He felt dizzy for a minute and Mr. Thompson looked at him funny. Gil's voice quivered as he felt Marc suck every drop of cum out of his hard-on. Then, after Marc had sucked him dry, Gil was able to recompose himself and go on with his talk.
Gil felt Marc lift up his foot as he slid his briefs back on, then Marc lifted up Gil's other foot to get the briefs back onto that leg. Then he felt Marc do the same thing with his pants, lifting up each leg to slide them back on. He felt Marc pull his underwear up and then his trousers up and fasten the top clip, pull the zipper up, and re-buckle the belt. So Marc didn't want to embarrass him, just give him a little fun in payment for the blowjob the other day. Gil finished his speech and walked away from the podium.
"Uh, Gil, did you forget something?" asked Mr. Thompson.
Gill looked down and saw that he was still in his socks. "Oh, sorry," he said, going back to get his shoes that were still under the podium. A couple of boys snickered at him. If only they knew, Gil thought to himself. He stepped into his shoes and, leaving them untied, walked down off the stage.
Mr. Thompson let the class take a five minute break, so Marc was able to sneak out from under the podium before the next speech. He wondered if any guys would notice the wet spot on the front of his uniform dress pants.
After the last class of the day, Marc headed for the music room. The school chorus was planning a rehearsal before its upcoming performance. Marc had joined the chorus not so much because he liked to sing, but because there were so many cute guys who were members.
The chorus director, Mr. Loveland, called the group to attention and asked them to find their places on the risers. The chorus always stood in rows on risers to that they could all be seen and heard by the audience. Marc, being fairly tall, always stood toward the back on the second to last row. A few of the really tall boys stood on the very last row in the back. Rick, who was standing directly behind Marc, leaned forward and whispered to Marc "I know what you did to Gil this morning in history class."
Marc smiled and whispered back, "I bet you wish it was you."
Rick laughed and Mr. Loveland cleared his throat, alerting the boys to stop talking and start singing. As they began their first song, Marc stepped backward on the riser so that he was pressed against Rick. He put his hands behind his back and could feel Rick's boner pressing against the fabric of his dress pants. Rick stepped forward to make sure none of the other guys could see what Marc was doing. Then Marc found Rick's fly and slowly unzipped his pants. He slid his hand inside Rick's pants. Boxers again; that must be all Rick wore. He easily pulled Rick's hard-on out of his boxers and pants. The boys were standing so close that Rick's boner was pressing against Marc's back. Rick could feel his hard-on rub against the cotton of Marc's shirt. The sensation felt great, so Rick moved his hips very slightly back and forth and up and down, rubbing his prick against Marc's shirt.
Marc could feel Rick essentially humping his back and loved it. He quickly became hard himself, and his hand went down to his own crotch to rub his boner through his pants. He unzipped so he could reach inside and rub his erection through his briefs. He looked around and saw that none of the other guys were paying much attention, so he pulled his boner out of the fly of his briefs. While Rick increasingly rubbed his hard-on against the back of Marc's shirt, he stood there jacking himself off.
As they continued to sing, Rick kept rubbing his dick against the soft cotton of Marc's shirt faster and faster. He soon felt a tingle and knew he was about to have an orgasm. He continued to hump Marc's back as his dick shot cum all over Marc's shirt.
Marc could feel Rick's jizz shooting all over his shirt; he felt it soak into the thin fabric. At the same time he felt himself start to cum. His semen shot all over the shirt and pants of the guy standing in front of him. The boy, whose name Marc didn't know, turned and gave him a funny look. Marc wasn't sure if he realized that he know had jizz all over his pants and shirt.
Meanwhile Gil was sitting in the school library for a meeting of the science club. There were only a handful of members of the club, and they all sat around a large table in the library. Since school had ended for the day there was no one else around. Gil was sitting across from Dillon. He didn't know Dillon very well, but remembered the other day when he watched Marc give Dillon a blowjob during the school assembly. Thinking about it made Gil pop a boner in his pants.
Once the meeting got started, Gil stretched out his feet to relax a little. He had left his shoes untied all day after what Marc had done during history class. When he stretched out he bumped feet with Dillon, who looked up and smiled at him. Gil smiled back. Gil tried to focus on what the science club president was saying, but he wasn't much interested. Then he felt the sensation of his shoes being pulled off. He looked up at Dillon who was grinning at him. Dillon had pulled Gil's shoes off using his socked feet. Now he felt Dillon's socked feet rubbing against his. Gil smiled back, enjoying the feeling. Pretty soon he felt Dillon's foot slide up his leg to his thigh. Then the foot slid to his crotch and rubbed against his boner. Gil looked down and saw Dillon's grey socked foot in his lap, gently stroking his hard-on through his dress pants. Gil slid down a little in his chair and planted his foot in Dillon's lap.
Gil was surprised to find that Dillon had somehow pulled his dick out of his pants. Gil could feel his nylon sock slide directly against Dillon's boner. Gil looked around and realized no one could see under the table. He very discretely reached down and unzipped his pants. When he looked down he was shocked to see that his briefs were bright red. He had put on white underwear that morning! How could he be wearing red briefs now? Then he realized that Marc must have somehow switched underwear with him in history class. Knowing he had on Marc's briefs made him even hornier. He slowly pulled his dick out of the fly of his briefs, and looked down as Dillon's foot in the grey nylon sock began to slowly stroke his hard-on.
Eventually both Dillon and Gil slid both feet into each others' laps and continued to rub and stroke each other's boner under the table. Dillon came first, shooting his jizz all over Gil's socks. Then Gil shot his load, some of the jizz landing in his lap, and some hitting Dillon's socks. Both boys stuffed their dripping cocks back into their pants and zipped up. Gil put his feet down and stuffed his socked feet, now wet with Dillon's cum, back into his shoes. Gil got up, grabbed his backpack, and headed out of the library. He couldn't wait to get home so Marc's red briefs could join the boxers Gil had swiped from him the other day in his underwear drawer at home.