Tracy watched Cliburn walk from the back of the room to the front. Some guys seem to move inside their clothing Cliburn was one of them. His short sleeve white shirt surrounded him rather then he wore it.
His dark tanned skin could be seen through the cloth especially when he passed in front of the windows. As he turned you could even see a nipple which was darker then the torso.
The tan pants he wore too seemed to encase him but not be defined by the body underneath. As he moved each leg the bulge beneath the fly moved left and right. His buttocks flexed each one separately from firm round to flatter.
The thighs though filled each leg of the trousers, thick, hard erasing the crease that someone had ironed into the cloth.
And slightly detectable was the elastic edge to his jockey shorts. Tracy knew they were small, low enough of Cliburn's hips that you could see the top of his black pubic hairs curling out the top. They had he same gym class and locker rooms were excellent for seeing what was underneath the uniform like clothing they all wore.
Tracy sighed. They all had to wear the same clothing, white shirts, khaki pants, and tennis shoes. He stretched his legs out ward and slouched. He needed room for his arousal to travel down a pants leg.
He watched the smile, the grey eyes and the torso move inside the shirt as Cliburn responded to questions from their teacher.
For an instant their eyes met. Tracy didn't know what to do. Then he saw Cliburn's smile get wider and was sure there was a wink. He blushed, smiled back and looked down.
The decision to respond came slowly so when Tracy looked back up Cliburn had looked away to end his recitation and return to his desk.
The sun once again shown through the white cotton. The tanned torso was his to evaluate again. He wanted to rip the shirt open and lick the smooth chest pausing only to swirl his tongue around the dark round nipple that begged for him.
Then Cliburn stopped before sitting in his desk. His eyes seemed to sweep the room ending in Tracy's view. Their eyes locked.
Tracy smiled and winked. Then his gut tightened as Cliburn's expression seemed displeased.
"Fuck" he thought the guy knew. He did a "thumbs up" sign hoping the classmate would presume he just meant "good job" instead of what was really on his mind.
Cliburn paused relaxed his expression then nodded. The smile and wink followed that told Tracy discretion was desired.
Yet he continued to watch the side shoulders and long back settle down into the desk chair.
He stretched his legs out again. Tracy had to.
His mother was used to him coming home and going immediately to his room to change clothes, sometimes to shower or even nap before Tracy would bound downstairs for an afternoon nap.
He lay on the bed wearing only his own tiny whities, the same kind Cliburn wore. In fact after seeing the boy in the locker room, he had purchased the same ones for himself.
They were tight, thin white cloth nearly a mesh which revealed the state of his sexual secrets. More then once he had been half hard in the locker room and didn't hide it. Either he had gotten used to seeing his peers in stages of erection or secretly wanted them to see him that way.
His finger and thumb in place, Tracy relived the day's sightings. Cliburn returned from the front of the class and moved to his desk. He unbuttoned his shirt and lowered his trousers. The thickness in his whities moved across his lower belly.
Tracy's fingers outlined it moving back and forth until a wet spot appeared.
His breathing became faster and deeper. His other hand moved over Cliburn's chest, tweaking each nipple on its journey across the muscled stomach and to the black hairs that spilled out of the top. They played there then moved to the male glands that lay in the hammock of the boys jockeys.
He lifted each one and watched Cliburn's expressions o pleasure.
The cock begged his tongue to lap on its head tasting the pearl drops that it emitted. Then moving the taster to its base would feel the blood pulsating, the adolescently smooth testicles and after lifting them, the smooth skin underneath.
Cliburn would groan and indulge himself moving closer so Tracy didn't have to strain as his tongue lapped the sides of each buttock and the pucker between. He bent over and reached back to spread his cheeks welcoming Tracy inside.
The more Tracy lapped the more relaxed he puckered skin became opening to swallow the tongue.
The eruption came too soon for Tracy. He lay back relaxing the tensed thighs, stomach and chest muscles.
His fingers felt the goo that tasted salty to him. He waited for Cliburn to lean across him, dip his fingers in it to taste or even lick it all from his needy body.
There seemed to be only seconds before his Mother called up saying someone was there to see him.
"Who is it?" he responded yelling from his closed door bedroom.
"A boy named Cliburn" she said.
His cock filled with blood. It was real this time.