Chapter Six - Bone Structure
The `no underwear' thing was going hard for Josh. Now that school had started and classes had really begun, he found himself with the problem of boning up sometimes for no reason at all. Without the protection of white briefs snugly in place, his dick rubbed against his leg, and often in class it started boning on him. It would start out pointing down, then slowly grow and push along the leg of his pants. By the time the period ended he would have to hold his notebook in front to hide the head jutting out.
It was worse in history class. Tenth grade World History was not that hard a course, but it seemed like every day he had a bone problem that period. Maybe it was the time of day, the last period before lunch. By that time he was hungry, restless, and it was hard to concentrate. That's when he would day dream or think about stuff, and suddenly there he was with a rock hard dick.
Mr. Wylie, the teacher, often called on students, and he made them stand by their disk to answer questions. He always dreaded being called on. Today he had called Josh up to his desk. Josh picked up his notebook as he went forward. The rest of the class sat there waiting to see what would happen.
Mr. Wylie had a twinkle in his eye. "Class, start reading the next chapter." Then focusing on Josh, he said "Let's see your notebook Mr. Raider." Josh reluctantly handed it across to him. Josh's back was to the class and they couldn't see anything going on. When he handed the book to him, his bone poked out down his leg, the head clearly visible through the trouser material.
Mr. Wylie's eyes twinkled. "Quite a head you've got there, young man," he said quietly.
Josh blushed but didn't say anything.
"Any reason for that?"
"No sir" he said softly, "it just happened."
"It seems to happen frequently in my class. Can you explain it?"
Josh was deeply embarrassed. He didn't like to talk about that kind of thing, particularly with an adult, especially with a teacher.
"I'm waiting." Mr. Wylie had a ruler on the desk. He picked it up with Josh blocking the class's view of it, and slowly moved it to Josh's leg. He gently slid it along the jutting bone in the pants. Josh winced and let out a small gasp.
"I'm waiting. What is it in World History that gives you an erection?"
Josh's bone thrust harder. He shifted on his feet and tried to think of something to say. He hoped that any kind of answer would stop the ruler's massage.
"Um...Mr. Wylie, sir...can this wait until another time? This is sort of awkward for me." The massaging continued and he knew his voice sounded a little husky.
"Well lunch period is next, so we can stand here all during lunch if you like. But I want an answer."
Josh leaned forward slightly, and Mr. Wylie took advantage of that to let the ruler do a little more forceful rubbing. In fact he took his other hand and began moving it across the desk toward Josh.
Josh knew if a hand touched his dick right now, he would explode in his pants. His breath was getting rough.
"Maybe I can think of a way to encourage you to tell me a little more about it." The hand was almost there.
At that moment the bell rang. Josh's notebook had been put out of reach, so he had to continue facing Mr. Wylie since everybody would see his bone if he turned around. Mr. Wylie spoke loudly as students began noisily getting up from their desks. "Class! Tomorrow's Friday. Come prepared to stand up at the front and give oral reports on the chapter we're covering." Then to Josh he said "Come into my office."
Josh started saying "It's my lunch period and..."
"...And you're coming into my office or I'll take you to the coach right now."
The class was gone. Josh sighed and followed Mr. Wylie into the small office behind the wall maps. Mr. Wylie had him sit on the corner of the desk, which spread his legs emphasizing his erection. It loosened the material in his legs so the bone could spread out, making it look twice as thick where it poked down his leg.
With the door closed, Mr. Wylie stood right in front of him and reached down and touched his bone. Josh gasp. He was so close to shooting.
"Were you masturbating in my class?"
"Sir?" Josh was shocked.
"You heard me. Were you playing with yourself in class?"
"No sir, I wouldn't ever do that."
Mr. Wylie took his hand away from the bone and placed both hands on Josh's shoulders. He looked Josh in the eye and told him, "I talked to the coach about you. He said you may have a masturbation problem. He said other boys make you masturbate in front of them, and then you take your sperm to the coach."
"Sir?" Josh was incredulous. "No, it wasn't that way at all. Some guy..."
Mr. Wylie tried to be reassuring. "We don't have to talk about the coach. But here every day you have an erection in class. That isn't normal, son."
Josh didn't know what to say. Last year when he was the star quarterback of the Junior Varsity, he had stopped beating off for the whole season. Never did it once. Well maybe on weekends...but not every weekend...or at least not every day of every weekend. Anyhow ever since that day at the creek when they stripped him and made Matt jerk him off, it had been almost impossible to stop. And his brother jumping him in bed every morning playing with his bone had made things worse.
"Yes sir, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"You say that, but your bone is hard as ever now. Look at it. If I just touch it, it quivers." He touched it and Josh gasp. Josh was so afraid of shooting off he began to take quick shallow breaths.
"Josh, tell me about it."
That was something Josh couldn't ever do. He didn't want anyone to know he'd been having weird thoughts lately, stuff he would never have thought of before. He felt like he had awakened in a strange world. But he was abruptly brought back to reality by the teacher's hand on his dick, touching it gently, stroking it slightly through the material.
Josh jumped up and grabbed the desk's edge and bent double as he gasp for breath. "I'm about the shoot," he gasped, standing on one foot and then the other. Mr. Wylie stood beside him, no longer touching his bone but hugging him with an arm around his shoulder.
"Josh, Josh." His voice was comforting, fatherly, and somehow sad. "This is a bad time in your life, isn't it? Can you tell me about it?"
After a moment Josh had pulled himself back from the brink. He knew if he could get to the bathroom and pee, and then go eat lunch with the guys on the team, everything would be OK.
"Please Mr. Wylie, let me go to lunch. I'm running late and I need to eat. Please sir."
"If you run out now, they'll see that enormous erection. You don't want to go out there looking like that, do you?"
Josh knew what might happen if he didn't go right now. Wylie would touch him again and he'd shoot off in his pants and have a big stain all across the front and down one leg. That would be far worse than having a hard on.
"I have to go, Mr. Wylie."
"Very well. But we'll continue this tomorrow. The coach said I could do whatever I thought was necessary to help you with your problem and your grades."
"There's nothing wrong with my grades, is there?"
"Well if you're masturbating every day in my class, I think they will nose dive. So for tomorrow, you just plan to stand up in front of the class and give a report, and to stay afterward with me in here for some sexual training."
Josh scurried out, grabbing his notebook from the front desk, and hurried to the bathroom to take a leak. He felt like his world had collapsed.
There were still a lot of people in the hall, even though lunch period had been underway for about 15 minutes. Josh realized he would have to put the notebook down in order to unzip and pee, and he found the bathroom was still crowded. He raised an eyebrow at the crowd and a guy near him said "Other one's clogged up. Somebody threw rolls of toilet paper down the commodes and flushed. Everything's flooded."
Josh looked at the stalls and saw people lined up there too. So he stood in line for the urinals. He realized it meant everybody would see his bone when he got there, and there was no way to hide it. The top of the urinals had barely enough space to put a notebook there, but he thought he would try. He had to pee really bad. Probably things Mr. Wylie said and did added to his need to pee even more. Combine that with the fact that he wanted to get off in the worst way, and he knew he was truly horned.
At that point the guy in front finished and stepped aside. Josh quickly balanced his notebook on the urinal, unzipped, and pulled it out. That was one advantage to no underwear. But as he stood there, nothing happened. He tried to point it a little to see if that would help start the flow. He must have been moving it a lot, because the guy next to him looked down, saw it, and said "Been having fun lately?"
That caused the loudmouth on the other side to look over. "Damn! Don't get near me with that thing." Someone else pressed forward and said "Hey, Josh's all boned up! And he brought it to the bathroom! Come see!" Unfortunately, that brought more glances and a general rush to see, which knocked all those peeing, resulting in urine splattering all around. There was more cursing and some resentment by those anxious to get their turn at the necessities.
The guy behind him leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Been beating it too much, Josh? Football practice making you horny?"
A voice he didn't recognize said "He gets boned up in class all the time."
Then some jerk one spot over looked and said, "Not just beating it lately, it looks like he's been beating it now. Look at that dogwater dripping from the head."
At that point the whole room erupted. The noise was so great that the door flew open and a voice shouted "All you boys clear out of here NOW!"
Guys jumped and people started rushing out. Josh tried desperately to get the flow going. The thing just stood there, long and pointing straight out. Then a voice immediately behind him said "Are you responsible for all this commotion?"
It was Mr. Turner, the science teacher and basketball coach. Josh still stood there, hoping the flow would start.
"No sir."
"Were you playing with yourself? Is that what caused the commotion? Were you putting on some kind of show?"
"Oh no sir" Josh pled. "I just came in here to pee and it wouldn't start and people noticed, and..."
"Well, get out now. I can't go and leave you here like that. What would the other students think if they walked in on you?" Josh was aware Mr. Turner kept looking at his dick. This didn't help matters since if people looked at it too long he had a harder time getting it to go soft.
Turner looked at him more closely. "You're the new quarterback, aren't you?"
"Trying to be. I'm not a starter yet."
"Does Coach Wilson know you have this problem? I can assure you the boys on my squad wouldn't be allowed to play if they acted this way."
"Coach Turner, honest it isn't what it looks like."
"I better talk to Coach Wilson. You finish up here and I'll stand outside the door until you're through."
He left and Josh finally managed to force a stream out. Then he barely got to the cafeteria in time; they were closing the lunch line as he grabbed a plate of spaghetti. He saw Sam and Ted, the two linebackers, and joined them. They were almost through, but they pushed their chairs back to let him pull in between them.
"You're running late, Josh."
"Yeah." He started eating his spaghetti as fast as he could. He was thankful his dick was down. Then Ted nudged him.
"Heard there was something in the bathroom just now."
"How did you hear so quick?" He was turning red.
The linebackers knew they were getting to him any time he either started getting red or boning up.
"Chet was in there."
"Oh. Heck." Josh tried to hide by digging his fork into the spaghetti and twisting it around the red sauce. It seemed to him people were abnormally interested in everything about him lately...especially if it had anything to do with his dick.
"Want to tell us about it?" Sam asked with an evil grin.
Josh gave him an equal grin. "No."
Ted used that as an opportunity to put his arm around Josh's shoulder and pulled him closer. "Oh come on, little buddy. You can tell us. Was it more stuff about your bone being up? It seems to be up all the time these days."
"Well it's not up now."
"That's OK, we can fix that in a second." Sam reached down and patted Josh on the knee. Then he began slowly moving his hand up. Josh squirmed and grabbed his hand.
"Stop." He was laughing from embarrassment.
"Oh I don't need to move it any higher. You get off on being around us so much, I can just leave it there and you'll be boned before you finish your meal."
Josh knew that was true, but didn't understand why they had that effect on him.
Ted leaned close to Josh's ear and whispered, "You still remember how you felt holding that basketball player's bone when we shaved him?"
That did it. Josh's bone was at attention in nothing flat.
"Oh ho! We've got his attention now" Sam crowed. His hand grabbed the tip of the head, and Josh almost vibrated. "That no-underwear rule is sure improving your sex life."
"His sex life? You mean his hand practice or maybe his bone density."
They seemed to enjoy their little jokes, but Josh was worried that he had boned up once more so easily, in fact too easily.
"I know what'll keep him hard" Ted said. "I'm going to tell him about getting that basketball player again recently."
Josh got eager when he heard that. "What happened?"
Sam roared. "Look at him. It's a race to see whether he'll jump out of his pants or his bone will."
"Aw come on and tell me. Quit kidding me, you guys." His boyish charm counted for a lot, especially with the linebackers.
Ted explained, "Well as you know we shaved his butt. Incidentally I did a great job on his balls; you've never seen ones as smooth as I got them." He paused, lost in memory. "So soft to the touch, so really silky. You could feel his eggs move under the skin with each stroke of the razor."
"Get on with it" Sam told him. "Stop acting like a perv."
"Well, anyway, I shaved his butt. Not just the cheeks. I made him reach back and spread that ass so I could get down in the crack and really shave there good. Little rosebud opening never looked so good in its life as when I finished. It was all I could do to keep Sam from plundering it while we had him on the table."
"Untrue!"
"Sure it's true. You're like Jennings, you're an ass man."
"Maybe an ass man, but not some guy's ass, not some guy's butt hole. You're the perv, man. I like women. I like hot girls. I like pussy."
Josh interrupted. "But go on, what happened?"
"You can see who's the real perv, can't you?" Sam said to Ted.
"Anyway" Ted went on, "we've kept an eye on him since then, stopped by his house when we'd see him in the yard shooting baskets or stuff. We kind of made him our prisoner. We'd pull up, honk, and motion him over. He'd get a worried look. Sam would open the passenger side door and pull him in across the front seat so his head was in my lap and his crotch was in Sam's lap. We'd pull down his pants and shorts and check his butt hole. We told him if he didn't keep it shaved, we'd bring sandpaper and sand the hairs off. Ouch! He knew he didn't want that."
Sam said "He tried to tell us he couldn't shave his butt hole if he couldn't see it. We told him we sure weren't going to shave it for him. We compromised and said he could let his crotch and pube hairs grow back, but not the hole. That one stays clean. I think he dreads us coming by."
"Wow." Josh was wide eyed and totally boned. "Can I go along some time?"
Ted laughed. "Josh, you're so easy. Listen, kid, people are going to think odd stuff about you if you go around showing how eager you are to get other guys stripped and do stuff to them."
"Oh."
Sam said "Don't worry, Josh. Guys do stuff in high school they would never do anytime later in life. The two main things are: don't get caught, and don't tell anybody."
"Well you're telling me."
`That's because you're our little buddy. But now we have to get to class."
Ted turned back as they were leaving. "Oh, I almost forgot. He said he had seen a picture of you. Where did he see that?'
Josh was shocked. He had almost forgotten this guy had told him that. He wondered himself. He would ask Sam to let him go with them next time so he could find out.
Practice was hard that afternoon. Coach Wilson seemed determine to see how tough he could make it for the players, especially the varsity. Afterward in the showers, there was almost no kidding around, no horseplay, no grab ass. They were too tired to do anything but shower and go home.
Matt had been kept busy getting out fresh towels and taking care of the laundry. Lots of dirty jocks and socks needed washing. Some of the guys would kid him about being so young, but today they didn't even bother.
As he was about to go back to the coach's office to turn in keys, Josh came up. Freshly showered and dressed, Josh looked great. Matt of course knew all about the no underwear policy, and felt a familiar warmth as he saw Josh's meat hanging on the right side of his trouser leg. He grinned.
"Hi Matt. Got a minute?"
"Sure. Always for you, star quarterback."
Josh laughed. "Not yet, not by a long ways. But maybe if he'll send me in a couple of times this year, I'll be all set to be a starter next year."
Matt nodded. "What's up?"
Josh dropped his voice. "Is there any way anybody else but you could have seen the pictures of me from the initiation? Could somebody else have looked on your computer?"
"No, not at all. I mean I have the pictures in a file that's password protected. And neither my dad nor my brother ever messes with my computer."
"Could somebody have come by and asked them to let him use your computer?"
"Gosh no. If that had happened, they would have told me. And they probably would have asked me why I offered computer use to someone they didn't know."
"Hmmm. I was just wondering."
"What's up?"
"I don't know. Some guy from the basketball team told two linebackers he had seen some picture of me that turned him on."
"That's weird."
"I agree. I guess I'll have to find a way to ask him."
Matt looked at him wistfully. "Come by when you can."
"I will. It's just the football stuff takes so much time..."
They bumped fists, looked each other in the eye, and reluctantly went their separate ways.
Josh planned to really jerk off big time that night, to clear his balls of everything before he had to see Mr. Wylie the next day. Unfortunately, even though it was a school night, Tommy was visiting Pete. He had hoped with his big brother away in college, he could avoid these two little pests.
He went in the kitchen at suppertime to ask his mother about Tommy.
"He isn't supposed to be over here on a school night, is he?"
"Tommy's mother is having major surgery tomorrow morning. To help them out I said Tommy could stay here for a few days, until she gets back home."
"Mom, he's such a pest, and he brings out the worst in Pete."
"Josh, you're 16. I know 10 year olds can be difficult to put up with, but let's try to make the best of it. I know you can put up with the situation for a few days."
Josh sighed. This wasn't his day.
The bathroom was between his bedroom and Pete's, with an entrance from either room. The problem was the locks didn't always hold, and someone could open the door without realizing it was meant to be locked. When he first began jacking off, Troy had walked in on him several times. He knew it was deliberate on Troy's part, because Troy's room had its own bath. Troy would explain by saying "I was looking for you and when you weren't in your room, I was just checking here."
That could have been sincere, except the next thing he would do would be to walk over to the toilet where Josh was sitting, and reach down and start working his bone. "Nice little hobby you've got there, Josh." Then as they scuffled while he held on to it, he'd say "Let's see how quick we can bring it off. Work with me, Josh. I'm only trying to help."
So tonight Josh decided to wait until they went to bed. It was hard to wait; he had been trying to find a way to get off since Mr. Wylie's class. It seemed like these days his biggest problem was finding a place to jerk off in peace and quiet. When he was sure they were asleep, he sat on the edge of his bed, pulled down his briefs, and started in. It was great. He got up to speed right away. He knew the bed springs were bouncing a little, but he wanted to get off quick so he didn't try any of his usual `stop and start' techniques. He realized he was not being as quiet as he should. But he felt like it was his meat and if he wanted to flog it nobody should try to stop him. His hand was wrapped tight around it and the feeling was glorious. He was building to a climax and his dick was a timber pole ready to launch.
But as he approached the magnificent horizon of his dreams, he realized there was someone in the room. He couldn't tell much in the darkness but he had heard movement.
Reaching over to the lamp on his night table, he clicked it on. There in the corner, grinning like Cheshire cats, were Tommy and Pete.
"How did you get in here?"
"We waited until your light was out, and came in through the bathroom. You were so busy doing that thing, you didn't hear us. In fact I think we could have set off a firecracker and you wouldn't have noticed."
Tommy was so damned proud of himself. He then said nonchalantly, "Don't mind us, just go ahead."
"Get out of here or I'll go get mom and dad." He realized how ridiculous it would look, him boned up to the sky with his pole dripping and his shorts at his ankles, asking his folks to come down there.
They just grinned and sat there. He turned out the light, and rolled over on his side, facing away from them. He didn't know what time they finally left, he had drifted off to sleep by then.
He woke up to the sun streaming in the window and his mom calling him to breakfast. He jumped up, realizing he could not take the time to jack now, and ran in the bathroom to pee. He was hard as usual, and he found Tommy in there just standing around waiting for him.
"Get out, Tommy."
"No. I just want to watch."
"Watch what?"
"Watch you try to pee with that thing. Remember that time I held it for you and made you pee?"
Josh grabbed him and pushed him into the other bedroom and locked the door. Fortunately the lock held this time and he got to pee at last.
The first part of the school day went quickly, which it usually did on Fridays with the weekend coming up. Josh made sure he went to the bathroom before going to Mr. Wilson's fourth period class. Zack, a guy who sat by him in that class, asked him "What did Wylie want with you yesterday? He sure kept you up at the front a long time."
"Nothing. Just something about giving a report."
"Man I felt sorry when you had to go up there -- it was a good thing you had your notebook to hide it."
"You saw?"
"How could I not see? Since they made you guys quit wearing underwear, most of you have sausages hanging down your trouser leg. With you, it's like it's always ready to go. After you've been sitting a while, you shift and it just starts up like it's going to plow its way down the leg and escape."
Josh blushed. He didn't like anybody talking about his dick -- it always made it get hard. The last thing he wanted now was a bone. He looked over and saw Zack grinning. He gave Zack a puzzled look and Zack just pointed at his leg. There it was, boning up on him.
"How do you get it to do that so fast? Man all I have to do is mention it and it starts up right away."
"Well don't talk about a guy's dick then" Josh said and glared.
Wylie arrived and started class. He got several of the girls to come up and give reports on different periods of world history. They seemed to like doing that. Then he called on Josh.
"Mr. Raider, come up next and tell us about what world history means to you."
Josh was semi hard but not truly boned. He took a deep breath and started up to the front. The others stood in front of the desk facing the class. He thought that was what he was going to do. But Wylie had another plan.
"You can stand behind the desk. I'll pull my chair back so I'll be behind you, and you can face the class."
That was good, it would hide his bone. But it turned out to be not so good, because Wylie could reach forward and slowly rub his butt while he was trying to give his talk.
As he talked he could feel the fingers lightly touching back there, rounding the curves of his butt, moving softly along his crack. He didn't like it, but still it was definitely turning him on. Then he felt Wylie's shoe move between his legs, tapping on his ankles as a signal to move them out. With a sinking feeling he sensed what was up. In a moment he knew he was right.
Wylie's shoe traveled up the inside of his right leg, until it came to the spot where the tip of his bone was. The shoe lightly touched the head, and Josh gave an involuntary gasp.
"Problem, Mr. Raider?" Wylie asked from behind him.
In the audience, Zack saw Josh's face turn red. He figured something was up, but couldn't figure what. He thought maybe Josh's bone was rising. He grinned at that thought. It was fun to see a guy getting embarrassed, particularly if it involved anything to do with dicks or sex.
Josh continued his presentation, but Zack noticed his voice was getting husky. Finally he concluded. He returned to his desk with his hand jammed in his pocket, and Zack could figure why. When Josh was seated, Zack was proved right because the bone was poked tight along the trouser leg.
"What happened up there?" he whispered.
Josh shook his head. "Nothing. Why?"
"You looked like a girl would look if she was getting felt up."
"Like you would know about that."
"I'm just saying, Josh." Then after a pause, he leaned closer and asked "What's up with you and him?"
"What are you talking about, Zack?"
"Yesterday it was like he wouldn't let you leave the desk, and after we went out I waited for you and finally looked back in the room and you and he must have gone in his office because the room was empty. Why would he take you in there and close the door? Weren't you supposed to have lunch then?"
"Mr. Hawkins?" Wylie called from the desk. "What are you talking about?"
Zack dropped his head. "Sorry, sir."
"Any more and I might have to ask you to stay after class along with Mr. Raider."
Zack shot Josh a look. "You having to stay after class again today?"
"Mr. Hawkins! What did I just say?"
This panicked Josh. The ultimate shame would be for Mr. Wylie to do stuff to him in front of Zack. If Zack made him mad...
"Mr. Hawkins? I'm waiting."
"Sorry, sir. I promise not to talk the rest of the period."
Class resumed and things went well. The bell rang and people started out. Josh, his hand jammed in his pocket, went up to the desk. Zack said "See ya, have fun" and gave him a look.
Wylie took him into the office. Once inside, he said "Take off your pants."
Josh did as he was told. He then sat on the edge of the desk as he had done yesterday. Wylie looked at his dick.
"I see there's no change. It's just as hard as yesterday. I don't think we're making any progress."
"Well, sir, you sort of felt me up while I was giving my talk."
"Anything gets you aroused, is that what you're saying?"
Josh felt confused. "Not exactly, but you kept touching me..."
"Don't you think a normal, healthy boy would not get aroused if a grown man touched his butt? I think all this masturbation and arousal is because men excite you, males turn you on."
"No sir. No sir, they don't."
"Then what about this." Wylie took his thumb and first finger and reached out slowly until he lightly grasp the head of Josh's dick. Josh gasped. Then he trembled. He felt like he was vibrating all over. He began to breathe quickly. This was the most intense feeling he thought he had ever had. He had to lean his head over to control himself. After a moment, Wylie removed his hand.
Josh's dick continued to tremble, the head swelled, and the bone itself raised up to a higher angle.
"So men don't turn you on?"
Josh was still trying desperately to keep from shooting off. He squeezed the edge of the desk and kept taking deep breaths.
Mr. Wylie reached in a desk drawer and pulled out a sandwich bag. Opening it he took out a ham sandwich.
Then in a voice like steel, he said "If you ejaculate in this office, I will open this sandwich and smooth it all over here and you will eat every bite of it. I brought this for your lunch since I don't want you to miss a meal because of our sessions. Do you understand?"
Josh kept breathing, trying to calm his raging bone and churning balls. He nodded, looking away. He didn't want that sandwich anyway, but especially not if...
"I know about boys and masturbation. I know when you're on the edge, so you better hold that cum, hold it in or else you'll eat it with ham."
Josh looked at his bone. It seemed so hard, so big. What if it kept growing? He tried to distract himself. Then Mr. Wylie took his finger and barely touched the piss slit on Josh's dick. A clear stand of precum stuck to it as he took the finger away. He looked at it and then held it up in Josh's face. Josh stared. The finger moved closer. He stuck out his tongue and licked it.
Wylie smiled. "See, Josh, what this is doing to you? It's turning you into a dog. That's why some people call precum `dogwater.' If you had a dog and you put anything on your finger and held it out, your dog would automatically lick it. That's what you were doing now, becoming a dog. Incessant masturbation is turning you into an animal, a dog."
He opened the sandwich. He looked at Josh. "I'm going to touch your dick again. If you ejaculate, it's going on here. You better learn control, Josh. Learn not to let your penis rule your life."
Josh knew he couldn't hold out, that if he was touched he would shoot. He looked at Mr. Wylie with pleading eyes. "Please sir, don't do that. Please."
Wylie was inwardly triumphant. This was the moment he had been waiting for. Carefully, slowly, he opened the sandwich and reached out his other hand toward Josh. Josh's blue eyes were as big as saucers, staring at the hand as if it were a snake about to strike. Wylie's fingers touched the head.
Josh fired off. With a gasp he threw his head back as spurt and spurt of hot white cum boiled out. The cum went everywhere, but a lot got on the sandwich. Wylie took a spatula and scooped up some from his own hand and from Josh's chest and neck, even from his chin. He spread it evenly across the ham, then closed the sandwich and handed it to Josh.
"Here. It's nice and smooth, with a good warm topping. Eat it all."
"Please, sir."
"Do you want me to go to Coach Wilson? I've already heard about Coach Turner and your exhibition in the bathroom yesterday. If football means so much to you, shouldn't you try this? It's called aversion therapy."
"What?"
"Aversion therapy works like this. If you can't quit smoking, they make you smoke so much you can't stand it anymore and get sick if you're around it. In your case, you're already masturbating too much, so we can't do that, but I can make you eat a cum sandwich here every day until the very thought of ejaculation makes you vomit."
"Please..."
"No, Josh. There's no `please' to get out of this. Look at your dick. It hasn't gone down; it's as rigid as ever. Now start eating your sandwich, every last bit...or should I say every last drop. It's got good hot stuff in it now, tasty hot right from the spigot."
Josh took a bite. He almost choked. He tried to tell himself it was his own cum, and he had once tasted it after shooting off, so how bad could this be? But it was the thought of the whole thing that made him gag.
It took most of the lunch period for him to get it down. While he took small bites, and Wylie made him chew it slowly, Wylie outlined the rest of the plan.
"If you can't control the erections any other way, I have a salve I bought that I can paint your dick with. It's good for a couple of weeks each application and it takes the feeling out of the penis. You can still masturbate, but you won't get any pleasure even though you ejaculate, and if you do it more than once after any application, it will become so painful you'll never do it again."
Josh was silent. Most of what he heard was scary. But what he hated most was he was still thinking of that supreme moment when Mr. Wylie touched his dick. He could still feel the incredible lightness of the touch, the gentleness of the fingers giving just the slightest motion to the head. It had been at that point that his whole insides seemed to find a way out of his dick, when everything that made him a person seemed to skyrocket in multiple shots of glorious cum. Now he was eating that eruption. But worst of all, his dick was still totally boned. He hated the fact that for all this teacher was doing to him, he had this unbelievable urge to ask him to touch his dick again, to bring that magic lightness of his touch to the head once more.
He looked down at his dick's head, pointing back up at him as if blaming him for all this trouble. Finally Josh summoned his courage.
"Mr. Wylie, if it's OK, could we try this same thing Monday? I think it will help."
"So you want to come back next time for another session?"
Josh nodded without looking up. There was silence for a moment, then Mr. Wylie said, "Josh?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Your dick hasn't gone down." There was a pause, then: "Can you tell me why?"
Josh looked up. He had tears in his eyes. "I don't know."
"Well we need to do something about that."
"Yes sir."
"Can you tell me what we need to do?"
Josh looked down and mumbled something.
"What, Josh?"
"I said maybe if you touched it again it would help."
"Josh, you're just getting yourself in deeper in this stuff."
He put his hand on Josh's shoulder, and that sent him over the top. Josh hugged him and clung to him and said begging, "If you could touch it again, I think I could get off and then I would have shot off enough to make it go down. Please Mr. Wylie, just touch it like you did."
Wylie was quiet. Then he said in a more careful voice, "What would you do in return?"
"Whatever you wanted."
"Whatever?"
"Whatever."
"All right, Josh. Let's try it. But remember you owe me for that. I'll collect Monday."
Josh leaned back, spreading his legs wider, bracing himself with his hands pushing flat on the table. Wylie reached down and touched the head. Josh's dick bobbed. Then it slowly began to vibrate. Josh could feel things trying to come up, out of his balls and more than that, out of his insides. The head was straining to reach the fingers again.
"It wants more" Wylie said.
"Yes" Josh said huskily, "Please. More."
Wylie got up and moved away. "No more today, Josh. Monday there'll be more. Monday I'll collect on that promise that you'll do whatever I ask. But for now, get up and put your clothes on. Shove your hand in your pocket and go on out."
Josh felt hurt by that, but he wanted to leave anyway.
"Monday?" he asked as he went out the door.
"For sure," Mr. Wylie said.
End of Chapter Six. (Thanks to all who've written. I appreciate it. - Bart)