For the remainder of the day, my cock and balls ached unbearably. All I could think about was the sensation of Paige's hand wrapped around my balls and her beautiful, gorgeous wet lips.
Just before final period, I passed Susan in the hall. She was smiling, dangling a folded piece of paper between her thumb and forefinger.
My eyes bulged as she said, loudly across the hall, "Nice note, David."
Even though I know that no one knew what had happened, my mind spun cartwheels. Who had she told, did anyone else know? I blushed, wanting to hide.
Susan came over, sensing my discomfort and gave me a hug, pressing into me in a way which was very subtle, but which was driving me crazy in my frustrated state. She pulled back slightly and bit her lip. She leaned over, her lips brushing my ear and whispered, "Next time you masturbate like that, I want to watch."
She pulled back, her eyebrows raised, looking at me expecting an answer.
I nodded, quickly and anxiously.
She smiled and hugged her books to her chest. "See you at practice David."
I felt like I was losing my mind. The frustration was driving me absolutely insane. For a split second, I considered turning around and beating my fists against the lockers behind me, for no other reason than that it might feel good to let it out, to vent and lose control.
I just stood motionless, closed my eyes and breathed in long and deep. It was almost time for practice and I just had to last one more period until I would get to see them all.
I fidgeted through the remaining hour and after putting my books away, rushed to the field.
Before I could leave the building, I was stopped by someone calling my name.
"David!" a call came from behind me.
I turned around to see Susan standing beside the boy's room, dangling a piece of paper.
I felt butterflies swarm in my stomach.
"Come on David, I don't want to be late for practice," she said.
I approached her and she opened the door, "make sure its empty."
I walked in and checked the stalls.
I called to Susan, "All clear."
She walked in and looked around, somewhat amused.
"Now show me," she said, handing me the paper. "I haven't been able to get the image out of my mind and I wanted to see it for myself."
I looked down, unable to look her in the face. I took the paper from her and went to the far stall. She followed.
I dropped my pants and sat on the edge of the toilet seat.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, slowly stroking myself.
"Smaller than I thought," she commented. Once I got hard, she corrected herself, "mmmmmm, that's better."
"Look at me, David," she said. I shook my head.
"Look at me!" she said, louder.
I looked up, my cheeks flushed.
She was leaning against the stall now.
"Well," she said, "keep going. Just like you did for Paige."
As I grew closer, I slowed my stroking, swallowing harder, breathing growing ragged.
As the cum started to dribble out, I raised the paper up to wipe it.
Susan bit her lip and tried to stifle a laugh.
I whimpered, a combination of both my embarrassment and my desperate need to cum.
I stopped stroking and as my cock soften slightly, more pre-cum leaked from it.
Susan pointed, "Wipe it all up David."
I did and she reached down and took the paper, folding it up and sticking it inside her skirt.
I felt so humiliated, sitting on a toilet, while she watched me masturbate.
Finally, she let out a burst of laughter, as if she had been holding it back the whole time. "I can't believe you just did that!"
"Oh God, Susan, please," I pleaded, covering myself.
"Nooooo," she said, smiling, "I think it's cute. I just can't believe you did it."
"I'm so embarrassed," I said, looking away.
"I can imagine," she said, doing nothing to ease my humiliation.
"We better get to practice," she said, reaching out for my hand.
I raised my hand to take hers and she scrunched up her face, "The other one," she said, with a smile that was so cute in killed me. "I mean," she tilted her head and mimicked me masturbating. My eyes teared up and I nodded.
I stood, pulled up my pants and took her hand.
We held hands all the way to the practice. As we walked, I felt so special.
When we got to the field, all the girls were chatting.
Susan pulled out the folded piece of paper and held it up. "I got my note!" she announced.
They all giggled and applauded.
I squirmed inside and pulled my hand from Susan's. Before I could, she squeezed it tightly, not letting me go.
Just that simple act made me feel so trapped, so controlled, so owned. Not just by her, but by all of them. It also made my cock stiffen.
"It was SO cute, you really should have watched, Paige," Susan added, making me blush deeper.
Paige shrugged and smiled, "Oh, I'll make up for it tonight."
The other girls collectively "Ooooooohed" at her comment, making me squirm nervously.
Karen finally spoke, up, "Remember, we have a big game tomorrow. David," she said, pointing at the bench, "Sit."
Susan let go of my hand and they all lined up on the field to practice.
I watched them cheer for a half hour or so, my mind reeling as I would get shots of their crotches with every kick, not to mention their smiles, winks, and cute little poses.
At the end of a cheer, they all twist around at the hips and look back at the audience over their shoulders. As the cheer ended, Kimber broke position and limped tenderly on her right ankle.
"Oh Shit," she exclaimed, as she tried to hobble around on it.
Karen came over to the bench and rummaged through her bag.
"Damn," she said.
She looked up at me, "David, this is just the kid of thing you should be doing. Take Kimber down to the locker room and tape her ankle."
I nodded, for the first time actually feeling like I had a place with them.
I walked over and helped Kimber off the field, her arm over my shoulder, she was clearly in pain.
"It'll be OK," she told me.
"Can you carry me, David?"
