05 — School Jerk
Trey was in school back then. Eighth grade. Age of adolescence. Trey had this teacher. Miss Elina. She was five feet seven, taller than most of the boys back then. Her face was radiant and appealed to his young blood. But it wasn’t her height or weight that mattered. What mattered was her tight figure, a waist that curved around her body, her breasts which were fairly firm and hard to ignore. Trey was never too crazy about her behind, but it was widely agreed around that hers was the finest. She was special. A continuous fantasy that helped Trey pass through tempting nights. In pain, in pleasure.
Trey studied in a co-ed, so there were other girls around but none as physically mature as Miss Elina. She taught English literature, had a specific diction and poised manner with which she spoke. Just to hear her voice through the lectures would get Trey heated up, way beyond relief. He would have to visit the washroom right after her period ended, but it was often found crowded, so Trey had to wait, and by the time the waiting was over, the bells would ring and the next lecture would begin. Trey would’ve to lose his erection and return back, only to settle his mind later at home, with blurred thoughts.
One day Trey reached his classroom, right after the lunch break. The breaks were spent in a cafeteria, usually crowded with heavy queues. Common queues, for girls and boys. Sometimes when Trey was standing in line, a wave of force would throw him off balance, he would fall forward on the person in front. Trey would consider himself lucky if it was a girl who found her way in front of him. That led to a good deal of unsaid friction. Sometimes such collisions would happen by chance, other times Trey would force his way through to stand intentionally behind someone, someone with a wholesome behind. That way Trey would spend a good half an hour rotating in queues from one girl to another, briefly satiating himself with contractions and expansions.
That day however the queue was small, and there were very few people to spoon. Soon the crowd had dispersed away. However, the very first few asses did incite in Trey a fair level of passion that didn’t achieve its resolution until he returned to the class and found Miss Elina already inside. The period had begun, she was writing with a piece of chalk some poets who she’d thought of teaching that day. She was wearing a decent dress that was tied up around her waist. It was an intense summer season, pretty hot and only the room fans were working, very weakly though. Sweat drops were perforating her body, encircling her bosom and outlining the subtle surfaces of her nipples. Trey could see her through and could guess that she’d forgotten to wear her innerwear that day. But it could’ve also been that her bra was white, different from the dark colors that she mostly used to wear to cover herself from the unintended exposition.
Trey decided at the very first glance that he’d have to make his way to the washroom very soon but just when he was about to move, Miss Elina saw him leave and since he had not taken her permission, she told him to go sit right back at his bench. Trey was sitting at the last desk, the fourth row, next to the right-most wall. There was no one besides him. The entire class was completely packed, except Trey’s bench. He couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. At times he would bring his hand to his own chest, and swirl around his areolas, feeling an inconceivable connection. He wouldn’t have felt this revved up if she were to be naked. But the mere fact that she’d tried to cover herself so well and was unable to broke down Trey’s will.
In the middle of his lustful thought train, a girl came into the room, a classmate, after the break, wearing skirts and stockings, her hair tied up in a pigtail, face glistening with appropriate amounts of sweat. Taking permission she took to the seat next to Trey who couldn’t help but curse his fate, for he had different plans, and her presence could deter them. Trey offered to exchange her seat with his friend who had been seated on the row next to theirs, but she refused to look at him, let alone give a proper reply. That inflamed his ego. The teacher meanwhile continued to rant about some good-for-nothing poet who Trey didn’t care much off. All he liked was listening to her voice. But that day he couldn’t concentrate on it either. Added was the frustration of the girl by his side. It all jerked up into an unforeseeable thought that caused Trey to pick up the bag kept on the floor by his side and put it right above his crotch to cover his erection. Steadily he started stroking the area around his zip, making little movement so as to not distract the girl. No one noticed for a while. Soon he started to feel the finest living sensations. It was as though his naked private thoughts were now taking the shape of an absolute visual.
When stroking the clothed crotch became redundant, Trey loathed himself hard in passivity. Eager enough to exponent his sensations, he unzipped and pushed his hand deep inside his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, he had stopped wearing one ever since the spooning episodes in the cafeteria began. The jerking then began with the rotation of a semi-erect and congested penis that soon lost its agility and gained firmness. Once intact, he began to heavily fissure it to and fro, up and down, right and left, whatever possible way he could within the constraints of a claustrophobic numbness. The girl besides Trey remained aloof and lost in her world, and so did the teacher. It was right before Trey was about to ejaculate, that he tried very hard to curb his wavering expressions, but the mere act of repression might have brought more visibility to his facial form, so much so that one of Trey’s friends, who was sitting on the row left to the girl, noticed this whole act and passed a heavy laugh. His laugh threw Trey off, his erogenous mind shut down, and immediately his almost overflowing semen filtered back into where it belonged.
Trey stopped jerking at once, expecting a chain of consequence. And so it happened as is described here on. Trey’s friend, unable to hold back his laugh, started coughing. Then he deftly decided to drink some water to stop the cough. Very soon a single fine stream of river white water hurled out of his mouth and fell straight on another girl in front who let off an uncontrollable shriek and rushed outside. This seized Miss Elina’s attention, she immediately stopped her lesson and reprimanded, from some distance, the choking boy. He calmed down and instantly apologized. When asked the reason for his misdemeanor, he turned his gaze to Trey. Miss Elina too turned to Trey who, so caught up in this whole chain of affairs, had forgotten to zip himself.
Miss Elina ordered Trey to stand up, and without thinking for a second, he immediately did. Fortunately, his erect penis caught itself beneath the desk, causing him a sharp pain that made him aware that he was still erect. This was followed by a slight rebuke and some warning to not create chaos. Post that, Miss Elina returned back to her lesson. Feeling smug and in control of the situation, Trey sat back and within a second or so let his hand slip back to the jerking position. This time though he had a fair resolution to ejaculate as early as possible to avoid getting into any mess. He gained focus and sped up the jerking. Soon enough some semen exited Trey’s body and filled up his pants. His mind now, filled with a newfound satisfaction, gradually made him aware of his surroundings. In a moment of regret, from the corner of his eyes, he saw the immensely horrified face of the girl who had been sitting beside him. She’d been staring all along. She however was too shocked to speak or complain, and Trey was too guilty to confess. He left the moment as it was, and so did she. None of them ever sat together…at least for a couple of weeks.
A few days later Trey’s parents received a call from the school headmistress citing a complaint about Trey’s misbehavior. Since he was young and it was his first mistake, he was let go. She didn’t mention though about who’d complained. Trey was rebuked by his parents but was kept in dark about his mistake. He guessed that the girl could’ve not withstood such repulsion and might’ve made a secret complaint to the professor. The parents, too discomforted by his perversion could’ve chosen not to confront him straight and rather tortured him with silence. Whatever may have been the case, fearing his parents enough, Trey started abstaining from any such acts altogether. He stopped sexualizing his professors, started keeping mostly to himself, became too much of a stoic, and of course, put an end to his cafeteria spooning sessions.
In the week that followed, on a very lonely and dull day, Trey found his way back to the class, after another usual cafeteria break, to attend a lecture which he was not very interested in. Sitting on the back seat, he left the chair beside him empty, hoping a friend would take it. Much against his anticipation, the same girl who had complained against him, took the chair and got seated. Trey ignored her this time and didn’t put up a fight. It was however only in the middle of the lecture that Trey saw her subtly fidgeting a pencil down her crotch while looking at the professor in front of her. Trey lost his mind. When he looked her in the eye, all he could see was a wink.
