Stuck Zipper
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The following story is a work of fiction from the authors mind. It contains adult situations between consenting adults. If this offends you and is illegal in your area, WHY ARE YOU HERE? Any similarities to actual people or events is purely coincidental. This story does not promote safe sex. Please practice safe sex at all times. Don't put your life or someone else's in jeopardy.
Stuck Zipper
By Francis Scott
Sparky Thompson was having the worst day of life. Or least it was starting that way.
Sparky was a short kid, maybe five eight inches if he stood on his tip toes. He wasn't muscular, but trim and lean. Sparky had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He liked keeping his hair cut short. He thought it made him look sexy. He wasn't a pound over 140.
Sparky was a senior in high. Eighteeen, soon to turn nineteen. He couldn't wait to graduate and get out of this small town and to university. He didn't know what he wanted to major in, but he had time to figure that out.
His bad day started out with his alarm not working. He woke up late and I had kept telling himself he needed to get rid of that piece of crap and buy a new alarm clock. Maybe today after school.
Sparky woke up with a raging morning woody and he knew it wouldn't go down if he didn't rub one out. So he was busy naked on his bed working his nice size seven incher when his mom knocked on the door. He was daydreaming about Becky big tits. It only took nanoseconds for him to pull the covers over himself. He couldn't imagine his mother walking in and seeing him jerking off.
Becky was the class slut. Any guy that gave her attention, she was right on him. Before she graduated she got pregnant and that took care of her future. Her parents were upset, and made her keep the baby and raise it at home.
Sparky's mom told him breakfast was ready and he was running late. Like he didn't already know that. His boner was still hard and he finished rubbing out a good sized load in the shower. That would help. But he always seemed to get a hardon at the worst possible times.
Spark took a quick shower. Dried and got dressed. He couldn't find any clean boxers so he would have to go commando. The girls could look at the bulge in his pants.
With his hair still wet he ran downstairs. Wolfed down his breakfast. Kissed his mom on the cheek. Grabbed his bookbag and headed out for the bus. The bus had already passed his house and was at the neighbors, picking up the kids. Sparky ran over quickly and just made it inside the bus. His house and the neighbors were the last two stops on the bus run.
Sparky's friends had a place for him to sit in the back of the bus.
Sparky wasn't overly popular. He had a few select friends. A girlfriend off and on.
Sparky was an okay student. He didn't really like studying, but he knew he needed to, to prepare himself for college. He was an above average student. Usually getting all B's with an occasional A in the mix.
The bus dropped the students off and Sparky made a dash for his locker. He foot caught on the last step entering school and his bookbag ripped apart and his books scattered all over the place. A couple students helped Sparky retrieve everything. He managed to lug his books to his locker. He grabbed the book he needed for his first class, and was a couple minutes late.
He was thinking, "what else can go wrong? At least it's not Friday the 13th."
Sparky's first class was English and his teacher Mrs. McMillan was lenient with her students. If they came in one or two minutes late, she didn't care.
Becky sat right behind Sparky in English class. She was cracking jokes every couple of minutes. When she had a question she made sure she bent over enough so that her tits rubbed Sparkys back. That made Sparky's bulge grow another inch each time. Without any underware, there was no way he could stand up to answer questions.
But she was lecturing and explaining on the blackboard and had called on Sparky. Sparky was daydreaming and thinking about Becky's big tits. Finally Mrs. McMillan had had enough and walked over to Sparky's desk. "Mr. Thompson how would you answer my question?"
"Huh, what? Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Can you ask me the question again?"
Mrs. McMillan told Sparky her question and he answered it without a problem. She seemed satisfied and walked back to the front of the class.
Soon class was over. "Thank god," Sparky thought. The rest of the morning went smoothly. But he kept wondering if anything else was going to happen. The way his day had been going, he wasn't holding his breath.
After class he and his friends went to their lockers. They had thirty minutes for lunch. Sparky liked lunch on Mondays. It was spaghetti with garlic bread and some kind of cheese to sprinkle over it. It was homemade and not that crap they sell in the can.
They all finished in their lockers and walked together to the cafeteria. They got at the end of the line. Took a tray and silverware when they came to the station. The spaghetti smelled good and Sparky was hungry. He had to eat and run with his breakfast. So he didn't eat as much as he usually did for breakfast.
They finally reached the servers and he got a generous helping of spaghetti, with a couple of pieces of garlic bread and he sprinkled the cheese over his spaghetti. He couldn't wait to dig in.
They had a place to sit and as Sparky was walking around the corner of the table, his foot caught on something sticking out and he fell face first into his plate of spaghetti. He hit his head hard on the corner of the table. His friend helped him get cleaned off, but they didn't like the bruise on his head. There was some blood. They told Sparky they were taking him to the nurse.
He refused at first. But when he tried to walk he was unsteady and his head hurt.
So they helped him to the nurse's room. The nurse was in and was eating her lunch when they arrived. When she saw Sparky she immediately started attending to him. She cleaned his bruise and then put some antiseptic on which burned like hell. She told Sparky he would probably have a headache for a few days. But if the headache didn't go away, he should see his family doctor. Also the bandage would need to be changed. He told the nurse his mother could change the bandage.
Sparky only had a few minutes until his next class started. The nurse told Sparky and one of his friends to help him back to the cafeteria so he could have some lunch. She told the two boys she would write out a pass for them and the reason they were coming to class late.
It just happened that Sparky's friend also had the same class. So it would work out perfect.
They made it back to the cafeteria and a plate was already waiting for Sparky. The nurse had called the cafeteria to let them know that Sparky was coming for his lunch.
Sparky was still a little wobbly and it was good to have his friend helping him. He devoured his lunch. He hadn't lost his appetite. The spahetti was just as good as he remembered. His friend put Sparky's tray away and Sparky thanked them for a delicious lunch.
As they walked to class they stopped off at their lockers. Sparky was feeling better after his lunch. They walked into Mrs. Sullivan's chemistry class and handed her the pass from the nurse.
"I was wondering what happened to you two. Are feeling better Sparky?"
"Yes. Mrs. Sullivan."
"I'll help you two get setup on what the class is working on. You two can work together. She showed the boys what lab experiment they were doing in their lab book. Once the the lab paper was completed and filled out. All they had to do was sign their papers and tear it out of their lab book and give it to Mrs. Sullivan.
The lab assignment wasn't hard. And it didn't take them long to finish, working together. They finished with a few minutes to spare before class finished. It gave them time to put everything away.
Mrs. Sullivan told Sparky, "I hope you feel better tomorrow Sparky."
"Me too Mrs. Sullivan, thanks."
Sparky was thinking. "I need to move Mrs. Sullivan way up on my list of favorite teachers. I came late, ten minutes, and then she helped me and Jeff, my friend."
Well one class down and two left. At least my last class with Mr. Ogden, History, Becky sits behind me. That will help get my mind of my problems today. It should be clear sailing and then I'll be on my way home.
Sparky was feeling better. The bruise on the side of his head wasn't swollen anymore and didn't hurt like it did earlier.
Finally the last class of the day. Mr. Odgen was his regular gruff and stern self. I don't think I'd ever seen him smile. Most of the students are scared of him. He is a big man. Had to be six four or five. About 210lbs and muscular. All his clothes were tight on him and showed off his muscles. He looked like he had played football at one time. He obvioulsy still worked out.
I took my seat and heard Becky behind me. As soon as she got settled into her desk. She started out cracking the jokes again. I tried not to listen. But they were pretty funny.
Soon Mr. Ogden got started, where we left off last Friday. He tried to make History class interesting. But he failed miserably. Everything he said was in our textbook. And he never strayed from that.
For some reason, I had been thirsty after eating the spaghetti for lunch. They must have put a lot of salt in it. Or maybe it was the cheese I sprinkled over it. Anyhow I had been hitting the hallway water fountains pretty hard.
I started to feel like I needed to take a leak. But there was no way I was going to ask Mr. Odgen for a bathroom pass. He probably doesn't even have any. And he didn't like to be interrupted when he was busy lecturing.
Shit. I started squirming in my seat. Rocking back and forth. Becky asked me, "what happened Sparky, did you shit your pants?"
That made me laugh which didn't help my situation. Damn, the pressure was building and building. There was no way I was going to piss my pants and leave school all wet. I'd never hear the end of that. Finally I couldln't hold back any more and and raised my hand.
"Yes. Mr. Thompson."
"Umm. Mr. Ogden. I really need to go to that bathroom bad."
"Why didn't you go before you came to class?"
"I didn't need to go then, and we only have five minutes between classes."
"Just a minute Mr. Thompson." Mr. Ogden walked to his desk and he opened a drawer and I saw him pull out a pass. They all looked the same, just for different things.
He walked back to me, while he started lecturing again. "Here's a bathroom pass Mr. Thompson. Notice that it says 10 MINUTES. I expect you back in ten minutes or sooner."
I snatched the pass out of his hand and I was out the door in a flash. I could hear some of my classmates snickering and laughing.
Once I was out of the Mr. Ogden's classroom, I made a beeline for the boys bathroom. I hoped I would make it in time. I felt I could start pissing any minute.
Nobody was in the bathroom. And I went down to the last urinal closest to the stall doors. I pulled my zipper down and hauled out my big boy and let loose. I pissed like a racehorse. It had to be a good minute before the hose turned off. I shook my cock a couple times to get the last drops off. And quickly zipped up.
Shit. Shit. Shit. In my haste to zip up my pants. The zipper got stuck in some of my fricking pubic hair and some of the skin was caught in the zipper. The harder I tried, the zipper wouldn't budge. "This is just great. How am I going to get this zipper unstuck and get back to class in time?"
Sparky moved into a stall and closed the door. He sat down on top of the toilet seat. He wiped off a couple spots of blood with some toilet paper. He was thinking hard about getting out of this predicament.
Then Sparky remembered Mr. H, the school custodian. Maybe he would be making his rounds soon and could help him.
Sparky heard the door to the bathroom open and hoped it would be Mr. H
"Mr. H, is that you?"
"No. Fuckwad. This is Steve. Why do you want Mr. H?"
Sparky was wondering if he should say anything or not. He thought he didn't have anything to lose and maybe Steve could help him. "My damn zipper is stuck and I can't budge it. I was hoping Mr. H could help me?"
"That's hilarious. It happened to me one time at home. But I used some cooking oil on the zipper and it unstuck it fast. What is your last period class?"
"Mr. Ogden."
"Oh shit. You're in deep shit if you go back to his class late. He'll kill you."
"Gee thanks for the encouragement."
"I have to get back to class. If I see Mr. H, I'll tell him about you."
"Thanks. Hope you spot him."
Luck was on Sparky's side, believe it or not. When Steve left the bathroom he saw Mr. H at the end of the hall cleaning. He went quick to talk to Mr. H. He needed to get back to class.
"Hey Steve, what brings you here in a rush?"
"Somebody has locked themselves in a stall in the boy's bathroom with a stuck zipper. And he needs help."
"Ok. I'll see what I can do. You better get to class Steve so you're not late."
Mr. H, short for Mr. Hansen went to his storage room and grabbed a pencil. Usually rubbing a pencil over the zipper would unstick it fast. If not, he could try a bar of soap in the bathroom.
He grabbed what he needed out of his storage room and walked down to the boy's bathroom. This was going to be fun. It had been a long time since he had helped a boy with a stuck zipper.
Sparky was just sitting there and wondering what would happen. He heard the bathroom door open and Mr. H, "Does somebody have a stuck zipper in here?"
Thank god and Steve. "Yeah, I'm down in the last stall and I just unhooked the door."
Mr. H walked down to the stall and opened the door. Sparky stood up and showed him the problem.
"You definitely have a stuck zipper. Looks like you have a little hair and skin caught in the zipper. I think I better go get my bolt cutters and get this zipper open."
Sparky was thinking. Just what he needed was a custodian that was a comedian. "On second thought I don't think they'll work. Maybe I should get my blow torch and burn it open."
Sparky was frustrated and wanted this zipper unstuck and get back to class. "Mr. H, can you help or not?"
"Sorry Sparky, just having a little fun. I'm going to rub this pencil on the zipper and see if that ussticks this zipper." He pulled a carpenters pencil out of his shirt pocket and started rubbing the lead over the zipper. Getting it covered good. "Let's see if this takes care of it." Mr. H tried pulling on the zipper to loosen it, but it wouldn't budge.
Mr. H had used one of his keys to lock the bathroom and had put an "Out of Order" sign on the outside of the door. He wanted Sparky in the open where the lighting was better.
"This zipper is really stuck good. The pencil didn't work. Let's try some of the bar soap. Mr. H walked over and grabbed a bar of soap off the sink. And started rubbing it on the zipper, making a good layer of soap over the zipper teeth. Mr. H tried the zipper slowly and it seemed to move a little. He moved the zipper back and forth a little and slowly the zipper started opening.
Sparky was relieved. Soon Mr. H had the zipper working normally.
"Thanks Mr. H, I better get back to class."
Just then the bell rang ending the last class of the day and ending school. They could hear students milling around.
Sparky had his clothes arranged and everything tucked back into his pants and getting ready to leave."
"Hey there Sparky. Where do you think you're going?"
"I need to get back to Mr. Ogden's class before he leaves and explain why I didn't make it back to class. And I also have one of his bathroom passes."
"Well, since I helped you out. I thought you could help me out?"
"I don't understand Mr. H"
"Why don't you drop your pants and I'll show you what I mean."
"What's the matter with you Mr. H? Are you some kind of perve? I'm not dropping my pants."
"That's too bad Sparky. I thought you would appreciate my help. I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."
In a flash Mr. H had an arm around Sparky's throat and the other was pulling his pants down. Mr. H was a big man and strong as Sparky was finding out. Sparky was no match for Mr. H.
Mr. H soon had Sparky's pants down to his knees and it made it easy since he wasn't wearing any underwear. Mr. H put an arm under Sparky's chin, tight to his neck and he started stroking Sparky.
Sparky was thinking, "what's the matter with this sick fuck. I can't resist him. He's too big and strong." Finally Mr. H could feel Sparky relaxing and his cock getting hard in his hand.
"Now that's a good boy. This won't take long and then you can get back to Mr. Ogden." Mr. H speeded up his stroking, he liked feeling the young guys cocks and how hard they got. This wasn't his first time stroking one of the high school students. He had a few he did on a regular basis. He could tell Sparky was getting close. He could hear his ragged breathing and his cock was throbbing like crazy.
"Oh fuck. I'm going to cum." And cum he did. One of his biggest loads. Cum splattered out onto the bathroom floor. Leaving white puddles. Mr. H milked out the last drop of cum and wiped it off with one of his big thick fingers and licked it off. He thought he could feel Mr. H's hardon.
"Now that wasn't so bad Sparky. Was it? I think you actually liked it. We'll have to do this again. Now get your clothes on and get out of here."
"This won't ever happen again."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that Sparky. I have my ways."
It didn't take Sparky long to get dressed and Mr. H unlocked the bathroom door and Sparky sprinted out to Mr. Ogden's classroom. He was hoping Mr. Odgen hadn't left for the day.
Now, what was he going to tell Mr. Ogden. The truth is always the best. However, he'd leave out the part of Mr. H jerking him off. Which really wasn't that bad, now that he thought about it. And maybe it would happen again. But under different circumstances. It just took him by surprise, more than anything.
He walked up to Mr. Ogden's office. The door was closed, but he saw a light on, so he knew Mr. Ogden was still in his classroom. Sparky knocked on the door.
He heard, "come in."
Sparky walked in kind of sheepishly. "I'm sorry Mr. Ogden, I didn't make it back to class. My zipper got stuck and it took awhile until Mr. H showed up and helped unstick my zipper."
Mr. Ogden didn't say anything. He just sat in his desk chair and stared at Sparky. Then a smile formed on his face and he started laughing. "Sparky take a seat."
"I'm not mad at you. I should be. But I like your story. And I'm sure Mr. H was a big help. He has helped many students. I don't think I need to say anything more."
Sparky pulled out his bathroom pass and placed on Mr. Ogden's desk.
Sparky watched Mr. Ogden. He was still smiling and chuckling to himself and busy writing something on paper. "Here Sparky. This is an outline of what I covered in class today and the assignment for tomorrow. Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure. If I can."
"Don't get your zipper stuck again for a long time. Now you can leave."
"Thank you Mr. Ogden. I promise." And Sparky left the classroom.
Once Sparky left. Mr Ogden started laughing again. All the teachers knew about Mr. H. He was harmless and just liked to have a little fun. And the cum stains on the front of Sparky's pants, showed they must have had a lot of fun.
On his way home. Sparky couldn't believe Mr. Ogden. He had never seen him smile and then laugh.
Sparky realized he felt pretty good. No headache and the day ended better than the way it started.
He forgot again to buy a new alarm clock.
He just wondered what was in store for him tomorrow.
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