I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!
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My name is Fred and this story happened to me when I was 19, sophomore in college. I was not much interested studying, and quite a wild undisciplined guy. I don't remember what I had done for getting it, but I found myself stuck having to spend my Saturday afternoon in detention doing nothing with other badgers like me.
On Thursday I was informed that my detention was transformed into work of "general interest" because it was necessary to move 2 classrooms into another more recent one in order to renovate the first ones (or something like that). The college once again took advantage of the free and compulsory labor of the students. Well, at least I would have something to do. I took the opportunity to see before hand what there was to move: one of the rooms was just a mess of boxes and old gear.
On Saturday morning I go back home after the 2 usual hours of class. The afternoon is expected to be quite warm and I'm not super chilly; so I change into clothes that are fearless: old sneakers, old football shorts and a tank top. I watch myself in the mirror and tell myself that it doesn't look bad on me. Especially the tank top that hugs my muscular and already blond hairy pecs.
The shorts also hug my bubble butt well and since I'm wearing them directly on my furry ass, I better not develop any hard-on. But no reason to get hard when moving stuff, right?
So I go back to college at 1:30 p.m. And meet my group of detention: 1 chick, 2 dudes and the supervisor. I then learn that I got the heaviest punishment and so when the others will leave, I will still have 2 hours to go for. Shit!
The supervisor is an average guy in his late 20's. He put his ass on a chair to read and gives us orders and we lug things around. Fortunately the one guy who teams with me is pretty smart: we are making good and quick progress. The first 2 hours pass quickly, until I find myself all alone. With of course this bastard supervisor.
He kindly allows me to take a 15-minutes break. I put a table outside in the sun, take off my tank top and lie on the table, hands behind my head, armpits in the wind to cool off. The sun is shining and that's a good feeling. I close my eyes. I feel my balls begin to relax between my thighs to go touch the cooler table.
I hear the supervisor getting up and approaching.
He soon stops moving. He says nothing. I keep my eyes closed without moving, barely open my eyelids to see him staring at me...
Then I suddenly stand up, contracting my strong abs. He almost shudders, he's so surprised and he blushes. I sit back on the table.