Day of the Boner by Jess Sudhir
It had only been a few weeks since I quit wearing pajamas to bed. So when the alarm clock rang, I awoke to the still-unfamiliar and hugely sexual sensation of the rumpled sheets against my naked skin. I had the biggest hardest most raging-est boner I had ever had in my life. It painfully pushed against the sheets and tenting them up, as I rushed to get up and dressed before my mother might find me in this state.
My dick hadn't shrunk a millimeter by the time I made it to the school bus. It was still trying its best to push out of my pants as I found a seat in the back next to a sleeping girl drooling on the window of the bus. As I sat down, I heard her moaning and muttering in her sleep. I wasn't attracted to her at all, but being that close to another warm body made me all the more horny. I had to do something about it. Surreptitiously, I began to play "pocket pool" where you put your hand in your pocket, and grasp at your rod through the cloth. It's not that great, really, but the best part about it is you can do it while other people are around, and they don't know about it. I think.
Anyway, I really wasn't subtle this time, because my dick was throbbing throbbing and I had to get some relief. Anyone who was looking could have told that I was basically jerking myself off through my khakis. But the only person who could have seen anything was "Drooly" on my right or... holy shit. The guy in the seat across from me-- a sophomore, I think, dark hair and big eyes --was staring right at me and grinning. Cursing to myself, I pulled my hands from my pockets and tried to look nonchalant.
That's when the dark-haired kid, still grinning, moved his bookbag off of his lap, and revealed a tent in his pants like the big top at a circus. Looking straight at me, he ran his hand slowly and deliberately over his own barely-concealed bone. I gulped, and my dick gave a spasm, managing to slip the confines of my underwear (only to bash its tender head against my metal zipper).
"Come sit here," the kid mouthed. I looked around. Everyone was asleep, and I was too horny to resist. Hiding myself with my bookbag, I slid across the aisle next to the dark-haired guy. Up close, I could smell him, a fresh and clean soapy scent, mixed with the unmistakable musk of teenage horniness.
"Put your bag on your lap," he hissed. I did so, even though my dick protested the added weight against its urgent demand for freedom. Wasting no time, he eased his hand between the bottom of the bag and my lap, running his hand up and down my boner. It felt incredible. Suppressing a moan, I reached out for him, pushing against his dick, and feeling the way it sprang back.
"Uhh!" he said softly, and began grinding into my hand. He turned his body slightly towards mine, holding the back of the seat in front of us for support. I wrapped my hand all the way around, and began jerking him in earnest, the thin fabric of his pants providing little barrier to the sensations. It was clear he wasn't wearing underwear.
Suddenly I realized that the bus was turning onto the street where the school was. Panicked, I jerked faster and faster, and he began making little strangled sounds. Soon, he quit humping my hand, and just pressed himself backwards against the seat, his legs tensed and his head thrown back. "Uhh!" he said. "Uhh!" Some instinct made me aim the weapon away, and it was good as I did, because, with a last moan, his crotch jumped, and a spray of semen thrust itself right through the fabric.
"Ahhhh!" he moaned, shaking all over. I suddenly came to my senses, and dropped hold of him, gathering my stuff as quickly as I could.
"Oh shit!" he hissed, surveying the damp and sticky swampland that used to be his pants. "What the hell am I going to do now?"
"I don't know," I hissed back. "Have a nice day!"
I was the first one off the bus, seconds later, in my panicky rush to distance myself from the scene of the crime. Or, actually, my boner was the first off the bus. Yes, my troublesome sex organ was still large-and-in-charge. That whole incident had just made me hornier.
As I entered the school, I wondered if it had really happened, or if I had imagined it all. It seemed so improbable. Had I really jerked off another guy to orgasm on the school bus? Nothing like that had ever happened to me before.
Most of the rest of the day unfolded like one might expect. I hadn't realized it was possible to have a continuous boner for an entire day, but I managed it. I got it all. Giggles from the girls, smirks from the guys, and disapproving glances from the teachers. Occasionally, there would be an involuntary answering reaction, the hard nipples of a big-breasted hippy chick, or the sudden bulge in the pants of a jock walking past. I sat in the back of class all day, and copped feels of my own self as often as I could risk it. Looking around, I was surprised how many other guys were doing the same. Little nerds with glasses rubbed themselves furtively, space cadets stroked unconsciously, long-legged jocks played lazy pocket-pool, and thugged-out juvies grabbed their boners as if daring someone to notice.
The worst was ninth-period study hall. I sat in the very back corner, next to my friend Jose, this really good-looking guy from D.R.. I was staring down the butt crack of the girl in front of me, when Jose goes:
"Hey! Look!"
I looked over, and saw his massive dick clearly outlined down the leg of his tight white shorts. We aren't really supposed to wear shorts at school, but Jose is so beautiful, with his chocolate skin and eyes, that he gets away with anything.
"Look!" he said again, and tugged at his shorts leg. It retracted, revealing Jose's amazing uncut rod. I couldn't believe he was exposing himself right in the middle of study hall.
"Not bad, huh?" he said. "Bigger than yours I bet."
"Ha!" I said, a little louder than I meant to, and Mrs. Needleson, the ancient harpy proctoring the class chose that exact moment to wake up.
"Jess, do you want something?" she said.
Jose shot me a dirty look, and slipped his shorts leg back down.
"Just to go to the bathroom," I said.
"Can't you just wait?" she said. "Oh, go on then."
I had gone to the bathroom several times that day with the intention of jerking off, but there had always been too many people there. But this time, I really did need to go. My bladder was painfully full.
When I got in, there was only one guy in there, this kid I saw around school sometimes --kind of quiet, with streaks of blond in his brown hair, and a silver chain around his neck. The school urinal is the el-cheapo kind that's just a long metal pan, with absolutely no privacy, so I waited until he was gone to unzip. My boner popped out with relief, and I stood there trying to think of ways to make it go down long enough for me to piss.
Just then, I realized the kid with the chain wasn't really gone. He was staring at me. After a moment, he came back and stood beside me like he was going to piss again. But what came out of his pants was a short fat boner as hard as mine. Glancing shyly at me, he reached over and grasped my dick.
The pleasure of someone else touching my bare rod combined with the pain of the pressure in my bladder to create an indescribably ambivalent situation. I didn't know whether to scream "Yes yes!" or "No no!" Instead I reached out for his funny little rod. It didn't feel like mine at all.
"Mikey!" said a voice. Jose was standing there watching us. I froze.
"Jose!" said the kid, dropping my dick, and freeing himself from my clumsy grasp.
"Watch, amigo," said Jose to me. "And I'll show you what to do with someone like Mikey."
He jerked his shorts all the way down, and for the second time, I got to see that magnificent dark-skinned rod, this time standing free and proud. Without a word, Mikey dropped to his knees, like a man about to pray. As I stared in disbelief, Jose pushed his dick into Mikey's hungry mouth. It was incredible to watch, especially taking place in our school's lousy pissy boys' bathroom.
"Do you like it white boy? Like that dick?" Jose taunted, as Mikey moaned, gasped, and batted ineffectually at his own organ. Just when I thought I had seen everything, Jose grasped Mikey's head in both hands and began fucking his throat, moaning and crying out in Spanish. The two of them were making so much noise it seemed impossible that the entire school hadn't heard them yet.
More than anything, I wanted to stay and watch, but some primal sense of danger drove me out. As I hurried out of the bathroom, I brushed past our school's vice principal rushing in. Luckily I don't think he even noticed me.
Shaken by my brush with danger, I stumbled out into the courtyard. For the first time that day, my dick had wilted, and suddenly I needed to piss immediately or wet my pants. The first-floor bathroom was clearly not an option, and I'd never make the second floor, so, with a quick look around, I tore my pants down and sprayed a fountain of urine against the virgin brick of the school building.
Midway through, I became aware someone was watching me. But it was too late to do anything about it. It was this goth/freak/hippy/wicca chick who always wore black makeup and long black skirts. She watched me without any expression on her face, and when I was done, she lifted her skirt up above her waist. Her legs were spread, and she was wearing nothing underneath, so I could see her snatch, with its covering of curly brown hair. As I watched, she started pissing too, the jets of urine soaking the flower bed under her feet.
Feeling more and more like I had passed into some bizarre wonderland, I crossed the courtyard, and reentered the building at the rarely used back stair.
(TO BE CONTINUED!)