Breaking School Rules

By aussiesw

Published on Jan 25, 2024

Gay

The following story contains depictions of consensual sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are offended by this or cannot legally read this in your country, do not read it. All character names used are fictitious, though the story is based on real events. Feel free to drop me a message at aussiesw@proton.me if you enjoyed it or have any feedback. always on the lookout for Aussie stories and blokes as well!

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Part 2: In Plain Sight

Andy and I shared a number of classes together, but it was English class where we continued to explore each other. Though, this was not without its difficulties. Imagine thirty adolescent boys crammed into a small classroom, the desks set in three rows, one row behind the other. Andy and I would sit at the end of the rows, with one of us always in the row in front of the other. Each lesson we would come in, remove our blazers and hang them over the back of our chairs, and sit to do our work.

This particular day I was sitting in front of Andy. We were given work to do, but allowed to discuss the work with the people around us. At one point in the lesson I turned sideways on my chair and leaned my chair back to talk with Andy. As I looked around I could see our teacher was busy attending to other students, and the other boys were distracted talking amongst themselves. Suddenly I could feel Andy's leg ever so slowly rubbing up and down against mine. At first I was unsure, pondering whether my mind was imagining it, but the rhythmic rubbing continued and I watched as Andy lost his train of thought.

Once I realised what he was doing a wave of adolescent arousal came over me, and I could feel my boyhood straining against the material of my underwear. Slowly, I dangled my arm over the back of the chair and leaned back. The top of my arm near my shoulder was resting against the edge of Andy's desk, and my blazer obfuscating what I was about to do.

Again I glanced around the room ensuring no one was watching before moving my hand up to meet his thigh. Though barely touching him, my fingers glided up and down his leg, occasionally moving towards his rapidly tenting shorts. I could feel his hardon bounce through the material of his shorts each time I approached his groin, and he let out an almost inaudible moan. This was the signal to keep going, and I gradually started working my way up the inside of his shorts, inching towards my prize. When I reached his underwear I could feel a wet patch forming, lubricating my fingers and making me throb. I carefully rearranged my hard cock, slipping the head through the leg hole of my underwear before inconspicuously starting to rub it through my shorts.

By this time Andy was beginning to gently rock his hips back and forward. After checking no was was watching - the boy sitting directly next to him was turned away talking to his neighbour - he reached down into his shorts and pull the waistband of his underwear down and under his tight scrotum, releasing his cock into my hand. My fingers explored the tip, using his precum as lube to gently dance around his foreskin and over his glands. I could see his breathing getting shallower, and he twitched every now and then from the sensitivity of what I was doing to his cock.

After what must have felt like eons to him of teasing and torment, I moved down and grabbed his shaft firmly in my hand. I was constrained in the limited space my hand occupied in his shorts, but was able to get enough purchase to start stroking up and down, gently squeezing as I came up to the head. Each stroke I could feel him getting harder and harder, feel him aching in pleasure. With each downward motion I could see him ever so slightly bite his lip and roll his eyes back, allowing the pleasure to overtake him whilst ensuring that none of the other boys sitting oh so close to him could tell that he was being milked in plain sight.

Without much forethought I began to speed up, daring him to cum. My hand, trapped willingly beneath his fly, was sweaty and covered in precum. This allowed for maximum leverage, holding his smooth member and retracting his foreskin just far enough that his head rubbed sensitively against the wet material of his shorts. Without warning he gushed wave after wave of warm cum over my hand and making a very wet, sticky mess inside his shorts and over his underwear. Caught off guard my hand froze, clutching his softening member. I quickly, but not noticeably, pulled my hand out from his shorts and discreetly inspected the semen that was now threatening to run down my arm and drip onto the floor. Again, without much forethought and somewhat panicked, I faked a sneeze, raised my hand and asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom to wash my hand as it was "covered in snot". Whilst I received a few gross looks, to my surprise she agreed and I went and washed my hand. When I returned it was the end of class, and Andy was gingerly standing up with his blazer covering the enormous wet stain on the front of his shorts. He made a beeline for the bathroom and stayed there for the entirety of lunch until the cum patch had dried and was no longer so obvious. Needless to say after this I was immeasurably horny, having almost ejaculated into my own underwear in class. Unfortunately I could not relive myself in the toilets over lunch, nor could I get away in the final two lessons of the day, so I had to wait.

By the time school had finished I was frustratingly aroused and my balls were aching. I hopped on the school bus to go home knowing it was going to be at least an hour before I could unload at home. Slowly, one by one, boys got off at their stops until there were only a couple of us left. Being the oldest one left, I was sitting at the back of the bus reliving in my mind what had happened in class. My erection was throbbing, and I felt like I was going to explode. So again, ensuring no one could see, I unzipped my fly, pulled the waistband of my Bonds undies down, reached in and pulled my hard cut cock out. Immediately I began to masturbate, stroking to the thought of what I had done in the middle of class. It did not take long at all before I was shooting stream after stream of cum over the back of the seat in front of me. I watched for a minute as my semen ran down the seat and onto the floor, my balls satisfyingly empty, before putting my cock back into my undies and zipping my fly up. After I got home, had dinner and went to bed, my final thought was "I have to do that again."

On Thursday, 4 January 2024 at 14:10, aussiesw aussiesw@proton.me wrote:

Suggested categories: gay, highschool The following story contains depictions of consensual sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are offended by this or cannot legally read this in your country, do not read it. All character names used are fictitious, though the story is based on real events. Feel free to drop me a message at aussiesw@proton.me if you enjoyed it.

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Part 1: The First Encounter

I will always remember the butterflies in my stomach the day I started at my new school. I was a 15 year old, brown haired, blue eyed boy, who had recently moved to Brisbane Australia. It was the end of summer and my parents had enrolled me in an all-boys Catholic school, as this was the closest school to where we were living. I remember the nervousness and excitement of wondering what this school would be like, and whether I would make friends?

The first few months were relatively unremarkable, and this school was mostly similar to schools I had been to before. I got into a routine with school work, and made some friends. There were, however, some things that were different, and that took me a while to get used to. For example, the school had its own swimming pool and we would go down twice a week for swimming lessons as part of our PE class. I assumed this would be like all the other schools I had been to where there were individual cubicles to get changed in, but not here. There was one open area that we would change in and out of our swimmers in. One open area where a whole class of teenage boys would first get naked before putting on speedos, then after swimming get naked again to put back on their undies and get dressed. Some would call this a perk, and I would agree, however even by the end of high school I still was not used to this. I would have to change quickly or else I would be standing there trying to hide a growing erection.

This, though, was not where I would break the school rules.

One of the boys I made friends with was Andrew. He was tall for his age, blonde with an athletic build, and was one of those kids who no matter what sport he tried, he was good at it. We had a few classes together - English, science, history, and maths - and it was in one of these classes that we started doing things we shouldn't have.

On this one particular day were were sitting together in our science class. Our teacher was off sick, so we had a substitute who had given us some pre-set work. The task was to work through the worksheet, and if we were finished then we could talk amongst ourselves. Andrew and I finished about halfway through the lesson so sat up the back talking. We were bored, and our conversation soon bordered on sexual.

"What kind of undies do you wear?" he asked.

"Briefs" I told him. "You?"

"Same" he said. "I bet you wont show me them!"

I was a little taken aback. I thought Andrew was straight, after all he often spoke about the girls he would hang around. He had me curious now, and I wondered how far this would go. So, sneakily I unzipped my fly and showed him my navy blue Bonds undies. He smiled. I then thought about how to one-up him. I could see he was starting to tent in his shorts, so tried something a bit riskier.

"I bet you wont show me your bulge" I said.

Andrew took a quick look around the room to ensure no one was looking. Most of the other boys were still working, and the substitute teacher was looking at her laptop. He quietly unzipped his pants and slowly pulled his bulge through the fly. I could see the outline of a rapidly hardening penis through the material of his red Tradie undies. By now I was rock hard, and I could see a small wet patch forming at the point where the tip of his penis met his underwear. Andrew was now staring at my crotch too. He leaned over and whispered "I bet you won't let me touch it".

I scanned the room. Slowly I pushed my chair back a little, allowing just enough room for him to reach over. He leaned forward to conceal what he was doing, and moved his arm towards me. He started by placing his hand on my thigh. Gently he moved his hand up, ever so slightly grazing my leg with his fingers. When he got to my open fly he hesitated, only for a moment, before sliding his hand over my undies. My hardness jumped when he touched it, pulsating with every gentle squeeze. Suddenly there was a commotion at the front of the class, and he pulled his hand away. We quickly, but discretely, zipped up our flies and rearranged ourselves before pretending to talk about something else. It was close to lunch and we agreed to meet to continue what we started.

The bell rang, and the other boys and the teacher hurried off for lunch. Andrew and I hung back as my locker was right outside the science classroom. We walked around for a bit before finding a quiet spot behind the science block. My heart was pounding, and I could tell Andrew was nervous as well. Without saying anything, he reached out and grabbed my crotch.

"You're still hard" he said.

"Yeah" I grinned. "So are you!"

I could see he was still tenting in his shorts. He smiled before unzipping my fly. My bulge sprung out, with my underwear barely able to contain my erection. He placed his hand up inside my shorts, and I could feel his fingers go over the top of the elastic waistband of my undies. He slowly pulled them down until my erection popped free. He stood for what felt like an eternity just looking at my cock. Then he slowly took all of my 6 inches in his hand and started stroking me. It felt amazing - I had never had anyone touch me before, and he was so gentle as he rhythmically worked my shaft up and down. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, my cock inches from his face. He seemed to be studying it, looking intently as he moved his hand.

"I've never seen a cut one before" he said.

"Oh, are you not cut?" I replied.

"Nah, I'm uncut" he said.

"Ah, I've never seen an uncut one before either!"

Andrew got back on his feet and in an instant had unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his underwear. His 6 inch uncut cock sprung up and hit him on his abs, leaving a long thread of sticky precum glistening from his belly to his foreskin. He then took a step closer, close enough for the tip of my cock to touch the tip of his. I reached out and took him in my hand. He was warm and hard, and his skin soft to touch. His cock bounced as I ran my hand up his shaft, his foreskin gliding back over the head of his penis, leaving a drop of precum right at the tip. Andrew let out a soft moan. He had his eyes fixed to what was happening, and started to move his hips back and forward.

After a while I kneeled down, inspecting his boyhood. It was perfect. His penis curved ever so slightly up, and I loved watching his swollen glands reveal themselves each time my hand moved towards the base. Slowly, I brought the tip to my lips, and allowed him to enter my mouth. It tasted sweet, not at all how I had imagined, and as my lips moved further down his shaft toward the neat bush of pubic hair I could smell the heady scent of teenage boy musk. Andrew continued to moan, and I could see the skin around his balls start to tighten. I knew he was getting close, but without warning he suddenly pulled me to my feet.

"I don't want to cum yet" he panted.

And that's when he kissed me. Andrew leaned forward and placed his lips on mine, his tongue moving inside my mouth. I'd never kissed anyone before, and just followed his lead. As he was doing this he grabbed my cock and began to play with it. My hormones were racing, and I was aching to feel someone sucking on my cock. Soon he was on his knees again and this time had me in his mouth. I could feel his tongue move along the underside of my shaft, tickling my head every time he came up. It was ecstasy. A wave of pleasure engulfed me on every suck, and soon I was becoming all sweaty. I think Andrew could sense this, as he began to speed up. Stroke after stroke my legs started to shake, and I could feel my orgasm building. I mumbled for him not to stop before a wave of pleasure overwhelmed me and I began shooting stream after stream of boy cum into his mouth. I don't think he was expecting the amount of cum that I ejaculated, and he spluttered semen all down his shirt and onto my shoes. I thought he would be angry, but he just looked up at me and smiled as a drop of cum dripped from his chin onto his cock. He swallowed what was left in his mouth and stood up. I kissed him again, and tasted my own seed. It was both sweet and salty, and I could feel it sticking to our lips. It was then my turn to make Andrew cum. Again, I took him into my mouth and used my tongue to work up and down his cock and under his foreskin. It didn't take long before Andrews legs were shaking and I could see his scrotum tighten. He warned me just before I felt the first shot hit the back of my throat. Andrew shot 5 or 6 streams of cum into my mouth before he pulled away. I made sure I swallowed each one, before standing up and kissing him again. We stood there making out for what felt like ages, our semi-hard cocks still hanging out of our shorts with the last drops of white seed falling to the ground every time we moved. Finally we heard the bell ring. We made ourselves presentable and walked back around to our next classes. Before we parted, Andrew promised that we would have to do it again.


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