I was already awkward with most people in general so it was an incredible relief for me that my classmates were mostly outgoing people when I entered senior high. Despite being a bunch of 18 year olds or older, everyone acted poorly like adults. Even though we didn't know much about each other, everyone socialized like we were all in a reunion.
The circle I happened to join was pretty big so it helped me knowing almost half of the class right away and having them as back up in case I needed help in some of the classes. A part of that circle is Patrick, a 19 yr. old cutie with a stocky build though he usually wore a big black sweater which made him look fat; especially if you saw his puffy face. He always sports a crisp undercut which made him ten times hotter when he looks serious. He's a silly guy when he gets comfortable enough with someone but maintains a quiet demeanor when he's still trying to get to know people. He's very friendly so it's hard not to have him randomly grab your butt (if you're a guy) in public as a sign of his friendship.
On one quarter of the class, where the elite has gathered was where Karl was; being at the same age as Patrick. Their circle consisted of the smartest people in the room and one idiot. Karl could be argued to be the first or second in class, the other was a girl named Ann. I didn't like him at first even though he's easily the most attractive guy in the room; at least for me. His hair always had this subtle curl that made him look like those cute guys on TV. He had those thin lips which only made his jawline stand out. He and his best pal Raph, who was witty enough but was always late in class and never took classes seriously, were two of the only three guys (along with Patrick) who seemed to go to the gym daily. There were only seven guys in our class by the way.
Fast forward towards the end of second semester, most circles were broken. Those who kept to themselves maintained their small pool of friends but the bigger ones? Oh, the bigger ones spilled a lot of tea throughout the year which burned bridges left and right. I was still pretty close with Patrick, I even went with another classmate to buy him some boxers as a joke gift on his birthday. I imagined him wearing only that and dancing for me.
I learned to like Karl too since despite his cockiness, he had this charm popular guys have that you just can't help liking them. And it was pretty cool of him to help me portray my character better in a contest which granted us our first championship of the year (In December, it was a great comeback after so many losses) and me being the best actor in our genre. Needless to say he was with pretty much everyone, and not that's not even just our class.
Back to the end of semester, some of us didn't even bother going to class anymore because there's nothing to do. Most teachers just sit in our room, finishing up their records and sometimes showing our grades in their subject. Most times there's just nothing to do so I can understand them. However, attendance was still recorded so, as someone who wants to maintain being in an honor list, I can't let bit of grade no matter how small.
One day, four of us guys were just chilling at the very back of the room. The lights were turned off and except from the occasional mumbling of the other guys, all one could hear is the humming of the AC. Everyone else who still bothered showing up was either sleeping on their chairs or moved the chairs aside, pulled out a blanket and pillow and slept on the floor. I just read a story here in literotica, careful not to let any of them peek. They were busy playing a mobile game anyway. When they finished, one of them excused himself to charge his phone. It was just me, Patrick at my side and Karl behind us.
"What're you watching, Jason? You look so serious there," Patrick nudged me. When I instinctively moved the screen away he laughed and said, "It's porn, isn't it?"
"What? No, I'm reading," I was in a middle of the story and the letters were small so I doubt he could've read it so I showed him the screen. I made sure it was distant enough so he could see that there definitely was writing but not enough to decipher the words.
"Okay, fine," he dejected a bit, then sprang back up. "I bet it's porn though."
I just shook my head and snorted, "Just go jerk that away, Pat." Jerk it on my mouth, please, I thought.
He laughed and stretched his arms a bit. i wished I could see his biceps under those sleeves.
"Hey guys want some sausage?" Karl asked. I felt hungry at the thought, but why didn't I smell any though? I turned to see if he was just about to open his packed lunch but what Patrick and I saw shocked us both.
"Well, that's one sausage," Patrick whispered, trying hard not to laugh out loud.
I was speechless though. Karl unbuttoned the lower half of his uniform and presented us his half erect cock. Even still, it looked pretty beefy and the head was just as big as the body. It looked darker than his overall complexion. Something stirred under my pants.
"Well?" Karl laughed a bit. There's not even a hint of humiliation in his eyes. He enjoyed showing off his manhood. As if trying to see which of us will submit to him. Throughout the year he has proven himself as the alpha in terms of wits. Perhaps now he wanted to assert his position permanently by making one of the guys bend over like a bitch. He looked straight at me, sensing my lack of words and glued eye contact on his tool, "Wanna touch, Jason?"
Before I could respond, a teacher arrived to check on us. When he saw how many were sleeping cozily under their blankets, he slowly closed the door and left with a big grin. Patrick returned to fiddling with his phone like nothing, as if what he saw earlier was just a casual thing to see. I glanced back to Karl and saw he was buttoning his uniform back. Something inside me panicked and without thinking I blurted out, "The teacher's gone. You can show it again."
Karl and Patrick looked at me with wide eyes and turned on each other. Their dirty smiles made me realize just how I sounded. In my head, I was hitting myself repeatedly and awkwardly laughed, "Just kidding." Then nervously tapped on my phone.
I heard the seat behind me move closer and Karl whispering, "Is this what you want?" He reached for my left hand and pulled it to his crotch. Patrick leaned casually to the side to cover for us. I shifted my eyes around and deduced that even without Patrick, noone would see me touching him since everyone was on the floor by now.
I felt his still soft cock under his boxers. After gently squeezing it, I moved my hand around to feel everything. His skin was so smooth and firm. I tried to shoot my hand under the boxers but then he stopped me and told me to follow him outside. Patrick said he'll follow close behind.
Karl lead me towards the guard sitting at the entrance of our building. He whispered something at him and the guard looked over to me.
"Him?" I saw him mouth to Karl.
After a few more exchanges, the guard stood and eyed me from head to toe as he walked past. The guard had a tag with his name, Neil Santos. He grabbed his walkie talkie and made an excuse to ask for a substitute first. Karl smiled at me and gestured to follow the guard.
"Where are we going?" I nervously asked.
"Don't worry, he's got a place where we can..." he looked at me knowingly. He didn't have to say it of course.
The guard lead us to a lone room at the base of a flight of stairs. Mr. Neil opened the door and inside is a classroom with only a small number of chairs. A piece of paper rested on the teacher's table by the front. On it are many names of both girls and boys. It looked way too many for one class. I recognized some but most were unfamiliar. Each name had a tally by its side.
"They used this room for remedials or detention before but since we have all day to use our rooms, the teachers usually just use those same ones to save time," Karl explained. "Right now, we'll use this room to continue our business."
I grinned at him, ready to taste that fucking cock but there's just one more thing I had to address, "Umm what about him?"
"Don't worry, son," Mr. Neil sat by a chair rubbing his crotch. "I'm just here to monitor."
"He likes watching students fuck, he won't tell."
Karl sat by the table andinstructed me to unbutton his uniform, he wore a white t-shirt beneath. I could see his well-toned pecs and nipples through. He had a slightly toned abs that shaped through the shirt as well. He tossed the uniform aside and pulled off his shirt. I was greeted by a very smooth and muscled body that made me weak in the knees. I looked at his face and his was this look of confidence that just shouted, "Yeah, this is the look of a real man." He let me sniff his neck, his chest and armpits unmoving.
"You're so fucking hot." I uttered between licking both his hard nipples.
He didn't answer. His deep breathing was all he graced me with as a response.
"Take off your clothes, son." Mr. Neil said.
