I was sitting in class when Keith and his friends strolled in a little after the bell. “please take your seats gentlemen,” said Mr. Price.
The ambled in slowly, joking to each other about something. Keith looked for an available seat and found the only one left next to me. We were in the back row, I in the corner. Him to the right of me.
“Please, everyone, no talking” said Mr. Price. I took notice of Keith’s disappointment and anxiousness. Mr. Price was staring us down at the front of the projector, visibly annoyed by the boys’ tardiness.
I liked Keith. I don’t think he knew I existed, but I’ve seen him around school. He was always joking around, very energetic and horsing around with everyone.
“Today, we have a documentary to watch this period.” I want you to take notes. There will be a quiz later.
I loved video days. And this one was unexpected. Mr. Price must have forgotten to make a lesson plan.
Predictably, Keith tried to get his friend’s attention in front of him by dropping a pencil down his shirt. He was starting to laugh until he noticed Mr. Price glaring from the corner. He sat back down and tried to look serious.
Then the video began. An episode of a History channel series on World War II. Nothing I’d choose to watch in my free time, but it was pretty interesting for 3rd period. Keith all but dropped out of my mind until I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Keith had these shorts on and from what I could tell, something was erecting in his pants. That was no bunching of fabric. Kyle was intently focused from the waist up, and underneath the desk I noticed what could not be mistaken for anything else but an erection.
I tried to casually look away without it being obvious I looked. I imagined Keith putting a book over it and glaring at me disgustedly. I wonder if he knew I saw.
Mr. Price was grading papers in the corner. A long time seemed to go by. Keith was sitting back, with his hands behind his head, casually fiddling with his pen. The pen flew out of his fingers and landed on the floor near my desk. He didn’t miss a beat. He leaned in close and asked if I could grab it for him. I instinctively reached down to find the pen. which I did, fairly quickly. Looking up, I couldn’t help but see his hairy thighs, and his penis and balls plainly visible through his wide pants leg, as if he’d gone commando. I stared. I couldn’t help it. I still did not assume it was intentional. Keith looked at me and said thanks, but did not move away.
“I just get so horny sometimes” he whispered. He leaned on his desk staring at the video…but he angled his open legs toward me. I saw his hand casually finger the ridges of his veiny cock. He had such a lovely pair of balls too, pink and fat and rosy.
This was incredible. I was enjoying the sight, impressed by how aroused he seemed to be. He intermittently removed his hand, and his shiny penis head poked out from his foreskin. In the dim light of projector, I could see a drop of liquid hanging onto his tip. His adams apple rose up and down, and he got this serious look on his face. He took his head between his fingers and jiggled it rapidly a few beats. Then he took his hand that just touched his cock and slowly brought mine to his member. I did what came naturally, and began to feel up his beautiful cock. He seemed very concentrated on not moving around too much or drawing attention. I sat there, my own pussy throbbing and clammy in my jeans while I lightly stroked his penis. I gave the shaft and tip some squeezes for only a couple of seconds when his rigid cock thrumming with energy let out a messy spurt in my hand. I watched in delight as he casually ejaculated all over his shirt. Spurt after spurt coming out like a rocket. A little bit even ended up on the floor. His cock flexed and danced while I held its base and milked it here and there.
And afterward, he casually took his hoodie and put it on, and faced the front again.
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