Geography Lesson

I waited until the teacher turned around, before quickly wrapping my fingers around Chris's knee, and sliding my hand up his leg. Chris bit his lip, but carried on writing, albeit shakily. I worked my way up his thigh, my foot sliding up and down his trouser leg. My fingers massaged the tensed muscle of his upper leg, and finally I reached the top. My fingers briefly made contact with his sweaty crotch, and then moved away.
'Holy shit Jonny, that was close.' Chris whispered, talking from the side of his mouth.
'Did you enjoy it?' I smirked, my hand settling on the table. Chris grinned, and pulled my arm under the table again. His cool fingers caressed my arm, moving up onto my biceps. His hand went up my sleeve, and he gave the muscle a loving squeeze, whispering seductively in my ear,
'I'm rock hard, big boy.'

I was sweating at this point. The game had never got this heated before. In fact, usually after the quick knee to crotch slide, most people gave up. This was a battle to the finish. It was time to roll out the big guns. Silently readjusting my balls, I slipped my entire package into the left trouser leg. The resulting bulge felt enough like a blossoming erection to put anybody off.

Chris watched me adjusting my crotch, and raised his eyebrows.
'What's going on down there?'
'Why don't you find out?' I fixed my gaze onto his eyes, daring him.

His hand immediately shot sideways, resting briefly on my knee, and then moving up to my crotch. He stopped just before he reached my faux-erection, a quiet laugh escaping from his lips.
'I can't do it.'
'I can.' I grinned. My hand went under the table, and I slid it up his inner thigh, aiming directly for the crotch. It was even sweatier now and I resisted the urge to pull away, opting instead to prod his crotch with my fingers. I felt one of his balls move as my probing fingers investigated.
'Jonny.' Chris gasped.

I ignored him, searching for his tackle. My plan was to gently tickle it until he gave up. While possibly outing me as a queer, it would win me the game. I was a firm believer in living for the moment and often I didn't plan too far ahead. Quickly, I found his other testicle and I was about to carry on my search when the teaching assistant walked over to check our work. Thankfully, I had been answering the questions whilst playing the game and most of my work was done. Chris had done the same and soon, the TA moved away.

I turned to look at Chris. His face was pale, and a bead of sweat had gathered on his forehead.
'Do you give in?' I asked.
'N-no.'

My hand went under again, and this time I went straight for the crotch. I missed, my hand landing on his zipper. My fingers moved down, following the firmness of the zip until I found his balls. I groped his crotch for a few seconds, trying to find the telltale soft sausage shape that would signal my victory. Once again, I located both testicles, but it was only when I realized that his cock seemed to be missing that everything clicked into place.

Searching for the zipper, I suddenly noticed that although the zip ended about two inches below his belt, the firm bulge kept going, reaching down to his warm, damp balls.
Chris tensed as my fingers wrapped themselves around the unusually thick bulge, and my eyes widened.
'OK, I lose. Game over.' He whimpered.

I made no effort to remove my hand, and instead I gently prodded the bulge with my thumb. Chris shuddered and the bulge trembled. He grabbed my hand and threw it away from his crotch. I pretended that I hadn't noticed, and instead busied myself scrawling words onto the sheet we had been given.

Suddenly, Chris grabbed my hand from the desk and pressed my fingers against his thick, damp cock.
'Jonny, it's exactly what it feels like. You've made me so fucking horny. Don't stop now.'
I threw my hand into the air.
'Can I be excused sir, I've got a saxophone lesson.' The teacher nodded and as I picked up my bag, I whispered in Chris's ear.
'Ask to go to the toilet. Meet me there.'
I walked out of the door and aimed straight for the toilets.

Five minutes later, the door swung open and Chris darted in, grabbing me and crushing his hot, soft lips against mine. He pushed me backwards, steering me into the wall. I could feel his rock hard cock digging into my side and I pulled away from Chris's embrace, kneeling down.
'Oh fuck Jonny. You're seriously going to-'
I unzipped his flies, the outline of his cock visible through the trousers.
Sliding my hand into the zip, I grabbed his cock through the tight boxers he was wearing. A mixture of sweat and pre-cum had soaked the boxers, and I slid his trousers down to his ankles.

While his cock wasn't very long, about 6 inches, it was thick. I wrenched it free from his clinging underwear, and crammed it all into my mouth.
Chris howled as my tongue slid over his engorged bell-end, his fingers digging into my hair.

I slid my tongue down his shaft, spit and pre-cum collecting on his pubes.

Suddenly, the door swung open again, and Mr Meadows, the youngest teacher in the staff strode in.
'I'm sorry boys, the teachers toilets are broken and-'
His green eyes focused on the two boys, half dressed, embracing.
'Boys, this is. This is...'
He flushed, running his hand through his mop of ginger hair. He frowned, sweat collected on his forehead. I noticed his trousers being forced outwards by an unwanted erection. Mr Meadows caught me looking and swore. Loudly.

Chris and I exchanged a look, before moving forward.
'Boys? What are you doing?'
I slowly slipped his tie off, kissing his full, soft lips gently.

Chris was on his knees, already pulling the teacher's trousers down.

Mr Meadows had been a professional football player, and his body reflected that. His firm, toned arse tensed under the touch of my fingers, and I slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a rippling six pack, dusted with a think layer of ginger hair.

Chris unveiled the biggest treasure, his fingers pulling Mr Meadow's huge, hard cock from his boxers.

His trimmed, ginger pubes nested around the bottom of his long, smooth shaft, which led up to his glistening red bell end.

Giving up on his feeble protests, Mr Meadows smiled, pushing me away.
'You really want to fuck me?' He grinned, grabbing his cock and rubbing it.

'Jesus Christ.' I whispered. It was huge.

He span around, propping himself up against the wall. His pale arse pointed directly at Chris and I, the small brown hole ringed with red hair.
'You'd better fuck me first, I wouldn't want to rip those virgin arseholes open without some proper lubricant.' Smirked Mr Meadows.

Chris and I looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. This guy was a complete douche. Silently, I picked up the tie on the floor, while Chris started kissing Mr Meadow's arsehole. Quietly, I wrapped the tie around his ankles, attaching the other end to the sink tubes. Chris used his shoelaces to fix the teacher's hands to the taps. While Chris checked that each knot was tight, I kissed the teacher's ears, whispering dirty things.
'Oooh. Kinky. I like.' Laughed Mr Meadows, pulling on the firmly fastened restrains, while thrusting his humongous cock into the air.

I slid under the teacher, firmly grasping his fat cock. He moaned, as I wrapped my mouth around it, slowly jerking him as I sucked.

Chris positioned his wet bell-end so it was gently pressing into the geography teacher's ring. Then he thrusted forwards, the movement forcing more of the teacher's cock into my throat.

Within minutes of thrusting and sucking, Mr Meadow's balls contracted, and I rolled away, letting his hot jizz splatter against the floor as he howled with pleasure.

Picking up our clothes, Chris and I kissed passionately, dressing each other.
'Boys?' Groaned Mr Meadows, after his throbbing cock stopped spewing jizz. 'You can untie me now. Boys?'

We slid out of the toilet, bumping into the headmaster.
'Where have you been?' He asked, taking in our flushed faces and sweaty brows.
'Sir, there's something wrong with the toilets. You should check it out.' I smiled, grabbing Chris's hand as we walked back to Geography.