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A Frame of Shame
an ENM/CFNM story by CaughtOfLore

SYNOPSIS: An unintended software hiccup allows the new “Night Vision” infra-red function of a schoolgirl’s phone camera to see through the shorts of the boys’ uniforms.

Chapter 1: “How are you doing that?”

While most schools in the district did not require students to wear a uniform, the school board at the ever sunny Gilton Point Middle School made their compulsory school uniform a point of pride. Their students obviously weren’t delighted over it; they would often complain about the boys’ shirts and girls’ dresses, which were both made from the same sturdy, unusually heavy, blue fabric that did not breathe well. The boys’ neckties and shorts on the other hand received no complaints. They were made from an extremely light, breathable fabric, and the students had implored on numerous occasions for the school to manufacture the entire uniform out of this material. The school would not be budged on the matter however, arguing that being a middle school with students aged approximately eleven to thirteen years old, meant a rugged uniform made predominantly from a durable fabric made a lot more sense.

Not to leave the children unhappy, the school provided a few counterpoint “perks” for which to keep their students from dwelling on this one point of criticism.

For one, while most schools in their district operated under a strict “no cellphones” policy, Gilton Point students were allowed to carry their phones on them. They were permitted to use them before and after classes, but of course were expected to have them turned off and out of sight during class time. This rule worked remarkably well, as the students knew that the penalty of being caught abusing this agreement would result in not only detention, but for their phone to be confiscated for ten days.

But one August morning, far beyond the point that the policy was unanimously labeled a proven success, the release of the new version of a popular smart phone had, unbeknownst to anybody, just changed everything.

And not in the way that anyone was expecting.

****

At the back of the classroom on a seemingly unremarkable Monday morning, a chirpy bespectacled eighth grade girl called Mia took a seat and pulled out her phone to check her hair before class started. She opened the camera app and lifted the phone up. Rather than seeing her mid-length, straightened almond-brown hair in selfie mode, the phone had defaulted to the rear camera, and she was instead presented with the image of her fellow classmates filing into the classroom to take their seats.

Mia swiped and jabbed at the icons along the bottom of the app, intending to switch to selfie mode, but in the process, inadvertently blocked the phone’s light sensor with her left thumb. The phone, a brand new model with state-of-the-art new hardware and features, took this thumb-obscured sensor reading to mean that it was in complete darkness, and the option for switching the camera to night-vision mode helpfully blinked up where the selfie mode toggle had been just a fraction of a second before.

As her finger came down on the night-vision toggle, the phone’s much-touted new high power infrared light burst into life, bathing the room in invisible-to-the-human-eye spectrums of light. The IR waves shone effortlessly through the thin fabric of the boys’ school shorts, and the phone displayed the invisible reflections of what lay beneath.

Mia froze in shock, unable to believe what she was seeing. On her phone screen, the shorts of all the boys shuffling into the room had suddenly become almost entirely transparent. She watched in captivated stillness for a moment, as boys in her class walked into and out of frame, oblivious to the fact that one of their female classmates was seeing them sans-pants.

Not only that, with this powerful phone’s infrared light being fed back into both the standard full light sensor and the dedicated IR-filter sensor simultaneously, the resulting processed image appearing on the screen was even revealing what lay beneath a majority of the boys’ undergarments as well. It wasn’t always a perfectly crystal clear image (depending on the fabric of their underwear, the visibility of the boys’ privates ranged from a simple silhouette to being able to make out every wrinkle, vein and hair), but at any rate, every boy was far, far more exposed than they would have wanted to be. She stared in disbelief as her fellow male students unwittingly paraded their genitals before her.

With some relief, Mia also noticed that the girls’ school dresses, made from the same fabric as the boys’ shirts, did not offer the same transparency, and in fact seemed to aggressively reflect the infrared light. The result was that any girls captured through the camera were appearing fully-clothed, while the boys were wandering around in just a shirt, and either semi-transparent or practically nonexistent underwear.

“Whoa! Oh my god! How are you doing that?” Came a voice from over her shoulder, almost shocking Mia out of her own clothes. It was Courtney, a vivacious girl who previously wouldn’t have given Mia the time of day, but was now very, very interested in being a part of whatever magic Mia’s life appeared to possess.

Mia fumbled a little with the phone in fright, and as her thumb slipped from the light sensor, the phone’s infrared projections ceased, returning the boys’ modesty. She frowned at the screen, trying to work out the answer to Courtney’s question, for her own sake as much as Courtney’s.

“Aww, what? Turn that back on! Is that some kind of x-ray app or something? It looked super realistic!” Courtney enthused.

“No, it wasn’t an app, I think it was some kind of weird bug with the camera or something,” she responded, twisting the phone this way and that, “It looked like it might have been the new night-vision thingy, but that option only shows up when the phone is in the dark.... so....”

Mia trailed off as she began hopefully running her fingers across the black border of the phone where she knew the various sensors to be. Within mere seconds, she saw the icon for night vision mode reappear, and with a gasp, stabbed at it before it potentially disappeared again, making sure not to move her other finger from where it sat over the light sensor.

The two girls fell into silent awe at this new superpower Mia had stumbled upon. They watched with hungry and curious eyes as the boys of their class walked this way and that with their penises and testicles bunched up in semi-transparent briefs, or freely jiggling this way and that, framed by the almost nonexistent outline of a pair of boxer shorts.

Courtney leaned over and pressed the video record symbol in the corner of the screen. Mia didn’t object, obviously. She now knew how to enable this feature any time she so desired, but the notion that she could browse this catalogue of classmate cocks wherever and whenever she wanted was giving her a special kind of thrill.

One by one, boys filed into the room and into the camera’s perverted frame. With each one, a new revelation for Mia and Courtney, and with each revelation, they would find themselves stifling another gasp, giggle or giddy squeal.

This wasn’t like porn, they realized. This was infinitely better than porn. This was boys their own age. Boys they knew. Boys to whom they could say things like “Hey Aaron, I bet Simon can jump higher than you”, and with no further words, learn whose penis was more jiggly.

It was Simon’s, by the way.

Mia and Courtney slowly began spreading the news of the secret ability the phone possessed to other girls, and within two days, there wasn’t a girl in the school who didn’t know about the trick. Moreover, by the end of the week, over a third of the female student population at the school had “coincidentally” swapped out their old phone with this new model. And yet despite this, they were constantly aware of how much power they had in their hands, and how terrible it would be to have it jeopardized. So they were incredibly vigilant throughout the school day, managing to maintain the secret from the entirety of the boys and staff at the school. Though the girls throughout the school may have had their differences, this was something that united them. They were very happily and diligently in this together.

Toward the end of that first week, boys had already begun to notice some odd behavior in the girls. They would often be in groups of two to five, crowded around a phone screen giggling or with their hands over their mouths with looks of disbelief on their faces. None of the boys knew what it was they were looking at though. Some weird video, they supposed, or a new “group selfie” trend amongst girls. They could never catch even a glimpse of what it was for sure though, as the girls would always turn their phone off and put it away whenever any of them approached.

And that was the other thing. As they approached the girls, the giggling and reactions from the girls always seemed to intensify. They knew something weird was going on, and just put it down to the usual resignation that girls were just weird creatures.

The boys noticed that the girls were starting to interact with them differently too. A lot of girls seemed to be several times more smiley and giggly when talking to them. A few girls had seemingly become a lot more nervous and anxious around boys, but an overwhelming majority had become far more bold in their interactions.

Three weeks in, and the producers of the phone announced a new software update. The update addressed some minor bug fixes, and also boasted some very useful and cool new features.

Not a single girl in the school updated.

Just in case.

It was after class in the middle of that third week when a seventh-grader, Bryan, finally pieced together what the girls were doing. He had noticed a group of girls giggling away at the edge of the classroom pointing at a phone as he went to leave. Making his way toward the classroom door, he noticed that the girl holding the phone for the group started angling the phone in sync with him as he walked. Then, as he turned and walked back into the room, the phone was angled to mirror his movements. The penny dropped.

The girls weren’t watching a video, they were filming the boys!

Word spread quickly of this revelation. And oddly, that was enough to satiate the boys’ curiosity about what the girls were doing. As far as they were concerned, the girls were being weird and immature and trying to get a rise out of the boys by filming or taking pictures of them. For the most part, the boys retaliated by refusing to react whenever they noticed girls doing this to them. The girls would surely get bored of the activity before too long, especially if they acted unfazed by their efforts.

However, some of the boys instead decided to try leaning into the attention the girls were giving them. When they noticed a phone pointed at them, they would jump about, roughhouse with each other, or try to impress with macho physical feats.

Of course, the girls had a field day with these showoffs, their exposed genitals bouncing, flopping and jiggling around as they exerted themselves for the girls’ amusement. All the while, they had no idea what the girls were really reacting to.

And for as long as they could keep their true motives a secret, every girl in the school had completely unfettered access to view the genitals of any and every boy in their school. No more curiosity about a boy’s size down there, whether or not they had pubic hair, whether they were circumcized... Everything and anything they wanted to know could be answered within a few seconds of the question arising. All a girl had to do was pick up their phone and point it.

Chapter 2: “Is that obvious to everyone?”

It was almost as if the school was in support of the girls satiating their now libido-tickled curiosities, when at the beginning of week four, the school had the sixth graders begin their sexual education classes. Most of the girls knew about the existence of erections, but to actually witness one was rare. Even though the girls could see the boys’ penises at almost any time they wanted at school, it seemed that a boy must go away into hiding if/when they sensed they were getting one. But here was the school sitting the boys down in the classroom with a girl either side of them, and giving them no excuse but to listen to words like “vulva”, “vagina”, “breasts” and the like.

In any school, this is already an uncomfortable situation to find yourself in. Listening to those words, seeing that imagery, and not wholly being able to concentrate on, say, a section of the class where the teacher is answering questions from a hat that have been submitted anonymously by your fellow students. Unable to concentrate because you’re so worried that you’re going to get an erection. And that people will notice. And it’s that worry, that thinking about getting an erection that makes you aware of your organ, and what it could potentially decide to do of it’s own accord. You can feel it, and you feel it more as the blood starts to rush into it. You know that familiar tingling, and it’s the time where you would normally quickly ask the teacher to excuse yourself to go pee. But in this class, because of the context of what’s going on, you can’t. Because everyone will somehow know why you’re really excusing yourself. So you shift a little. You dare not reach down to adjust yourself as you feel yourself inflate just a tiny bit more. Because this time, again, in this context, people will notice, and they’ll know what’s going on. They’ll know you’re starting to get an....

Oh no....

You curse at yourself in your mind for thinking those words, as you feel it filling further with blood. You take a furtive glance down. It’s not at a state that’s obvious yet.... but the very fact you’re thinking about it with words like “yet” seems to read as permission for the damn thing to continue to grow, and you feel it growing and expanding between your legs.

“Please don’t get any harder” you say to yourself.

But you feel it doing the opposite.

“I can’t get an erection right now! I just can’t!” you’re screaming in your mind.

But you clearly can.

This is so unfair, but there’s no escaping it. No controlling it. Any thought you have, no matter what it is, seems to be nudging it upwards now.

So you try not thinking about anything.

Throb.... Throb.... Throb.... Throb....

God.... Keep your hands on the table where everyone can see them.

Very slowly, so as not to draw attention from your neighbors, you bring your legs together - perhaps you can trap it between them, and prevent it from....

Rising.... rising....

Your legs meet, and a cold sweat falls over you as you process that there is no semi-flaccid penis between them. Instead, you feel it’s warmth grazing the top of your closed thighs. This sensation coerces it into lifting slightly yet again. You part your legs slowly in defeat.

What to do? What to do?

Time to assess the situation again. Quick glance down.

Shit. Is that obvious to everyone? Or just you?

A few moments ago, you wouldn’t dare to make any sudden movements for fear of how your classmates might interpret them, but now it seems like a dignity-saving measure. Maybe it’s not too late to try and capture it between your legs again. A last-ditch effort, you lean forward a little to compensate for the damned thing’s relentless rising game of peek-a-boo, and close your legs either side of it.

Not quite! Quickly, before it realizes what you’re doing and lurches skyward again to evade capture, lean forward even more! Hopefully nobody will notice!

Got it!

But you’re hunched forward WAY too unnaturally. Lean back. Don’t you dare slip out from between those legs, Judas!

Slowly, casually....

Okay, you’re sitting up straight again. Good. And your penis is safely holding between your legs. You can feel it there. The warmth of it. The pulsing rigidity.

Straining. Lurching.

You try to put your mind somewhere else. But when you try to focus on the lesson, you hear the teacher reading an anonymously submitted question from one of your classmates....

“What can a boy do to hide an erection?”

Followed by the nervous giggles of the rest of the class.

Your eyes dart around as you mock laugh along with your classmates, checking that the comment was not in fact prompted by any observation of your current struggle.

And another shiver travels up your spine as you feel your now almost full erection, forcing itself upwards and out from between your thighs.

The darn thing is relentless, and you’re aware it is only a matter of time before it springs up, perhaps attracting everyone’s attention in the process. You know you’re going to have to make another big but hopefully casual-looking adjustment.

But what? What kind of adjustment could possibly save you now?

Then it hits you. It’s a risky move to try and pull off unnoticed, but if you’re quick, you might be able to tuck it up under your waistband.

As your engorged member makes it’s final lurches to free itself, you catch a segment of the teacher’s response.

“...And another common and fairly effective solution is to lift the erection up against the body and tuck it behind the waistband.”

No! Don’t tell everyone that! Especially not right now! Every human being with a penis already knows the waistband trick! The only thing the teacher has achieved is to reveal this secret to the girls! Great. Well that manoeuvre has just gone from risky to impossible. Everyone will be watching for it now! And god, at that very badly timed moment, you feel your full erection finally free itself and spring upwards to point as rigidly as it can out of your lap.

And just like that, you find yourself back to being unable to move.

Dare you take another glance down?

Go. Now.

It’s....

It’s actually.... Not that obvious!

This is one time that you’re grateful that you weren’t born with a huge appendage. Your boxers and school shorts are loose enough that if you sit straight upright, they are bunched in a way that pretty much entirely disguises the desperately twitching cock beneath them.

Just keep looking forward, and you should be able to ride this one out.

Now to begin a new battle of wills, to will the darn thing to go down before class ends and you have to stand up....

****

Of course, the girls had all almost immediately realized that this class was a new frontier for their voyeuristic opportunities.

For every boy going through this internal (and external) struggle, there was a girl to their left or right, pretending to pay astute attention to the teacher, while surreptitiously pointing a phone camera right at their neighbor’s squirming lap. They knew the stories of boys struggling with boners, and that moreover, this sex ed class would be a likely opportunity to finally capture some visuals of what that looked like.

In order to hedge their bets on this, when it came to the time to submit anonymous questions for the teacher to read out and answer, many of the girls submitted questions that were deliberately intended to get the boys thinking about naughty things. And so the boys were having to deal with hearing lines such as:

“Do other girls sleep naked, or is it just me?”
“My sister says she really likes holding and squeezing her boobs. Is that normal?”
“What kind of things make a boy get an erection?”

Sure enough, more than a few girls found they had hit upon the perfect storm of blindly angling their phone camera at the right spot, and on a boy to whom the provocative words were having their desired effect.

At the end of the school day following the first of these classes, a large group of the seventh and eighth grade girls congregated together in the park opposite the school, to share and compare their collective haul from the day. They had learned a lot in their sex ed classes, but as they sat huddled around phones on the grass that afternoon, they learned far more about the male anatomy and the secret adventures boys had with it, than any class could have taught them.

It was at this gathering that Mia and Courtney shared the news that they had set up a private online forum where they and other girls at the school could go to share their photos and videos throughout the week, and gossip about them with each other. They stepped the girls in attendance through how to access the forums, and asked them to quietly spread the word to all of their female friends.

Overnight, the forum shot from just two members to over thirty, and had exploded with a flurry of activity. Among the forum threads lay titles like:

⁣　　 Poor lil’ boner has nowhere to go! (Aaron’s briefs are too tight!)
⁣　　 THE BIGGEST GROWER - SUBMISSIONS OPEN
⁣　　 request: pics of the twins (jason & tyler)

In the weeks that followed, the school began to crack down on phone usage more than they ever had in the past. Previously, the school had never had a problem with students carrying phones on them, provided they kept usage to outside of class times. But it had become clear that students - the girls in particular - were becoming increasingly distracted by them and were now frequently being caught with the devices out during class. With teachers more actively on the lookout during class, and confiscating the phones of students who were caught, the girls’ opportunity to nab footage of their male classmates’ was now relegated to the schoolyard.

In the grand scheme of things, this really wasn’t a big deal. After all, the school still hadn’t outright banned phones like most of the other schools in the district. And goodness, no other schools had such an accessible way for half of their student body to see the other half of their student body’s.... well, bodies.

But to the girls, this still felt like a huge problem. The classroom, particularly those golden moments during sex ed classes, were the only times anyone managed to get footage of boys trapped and squirming with erections. They were learning so much about how penises worked, how boys dealt with them and their autonomy.

If they could no longer take advantage of the boys in captivity, they would need to improvise out in the wild.

And so began the era of the tease.

Chapter 3: “I hate bugs!”

Out in the school yard, girls would work in teams, one girl filming (usually covertly so as not to raise any suspicion), while another one or two would work to get the boy aroused.

A shining example of this was what happened one Thursday to an eighth grader by the name of Simon Blanchwood, toward the end of lunch break. Simon had delayed eating his lunch in favor of playing a few levels of a controversial handheld video game that his parents had forbidden him to buy, and who would have absolutely flipped if they discovered he had borrowed it from a friend. The girls struck as he finally put the game away and started on his lunch, sat alone at a table in a now more or less deserted corner of the cafeteria. Without warning or word, three girls from his grade sat down; the strawberry blonde Alana to his left, the impish redhead Sarah to his right, and the short, quiet brunette Louisa directly opposite him on the other side of the table.

Wow, Alana and Sarah are sitting unusually close, he thought. Between himself and the two girls either side of him, they had the whole long bench seat to themselves, yet they had the side of their thighs pressed up against the side of his thighs. Simon’s mistake was looking down to confirm this.... only to notice that the girls’ school dresses had ridden up. He fairly assumed it must have happened when they sat down, and they mustn’t have realized, because he was certain they wouldn’t just leave them bunched up like that if they knew. It was a LOT of upper thigh he was looking at.

With a start, Simon remembered that the legs were attached to people, and quickly snapped his gaze back up to meet Alana’s hazel eyes beaming shinily back at him. She was staring at Simon with a big grin on her face.

“Whatcha doin’?” She asked, with a playful melody in her voice
“Oh, just eating lunch,” Simon managed as casually as he could, stuffing food into his mouth to avoid having to say anything further.
“I think he was looking at your legs, Alana”, Sarah suggested.

Oh crap. Busted.

Alana made a puzzled face and craned her head downward to look at her thighs.
“Oh, did I spill something on them?” She asked with concern.

Simon could only watch as Alana innocently bunched her dress up even further, looking her naked thighs over for a non-existent spill.

Simon scooted forward to hide his now inevitable growing erection beneath the safety of the table, as the girl beside him held her school dress hem just barely below where his hormone-clouded mind now desperately wanted her to reveal.

“There’s so many times I get fooled into thinking I’ve spilled something on my legs because I’ll spot this freckle out of the corner of my eye,” interjected Sarah, whom Simon had almost forgotten was sitting to his right. He turned and followed Sarah’s gaze down to her own legs. She had shuffled back a little on the seat and as Simon looked down, she lifted her heel furthest from him up to rest on the seat. Perched like this, she prodded at a small lone freckle on a dangerously upper part of her inner thigh. Simon openly gawked, transfixed as he watched her poke at the smooth, soft, pale, naked skin surrounding her freckle, also seemingly with complete innocence as to the affect she was having on Simon’s hard (but thankfully hidden) boyhood.

“Aw, yeah, that would probably trick me too, but it’s soooo cute, Sarah!” Giggled Alana, before turning back to Simon and asking “Do you have freckles on your legs?”

“NO!” Simon virtually shouted, as the thought of the girls pulling him back from the table in an effort to see his legs filled him with a sudden and unexpected terror. They couldn’t! He had a full erection bouncing away excitedly down there! For them to see that shameful tenting bulge at the front of his shorts would be mortifying! He made an attempt to grip the table, bracing for the girls to try and pull him back.

But the girls just started giggling.

What was this? What was going on?

“Anyway, I don’t see any spills or anything here,” Alana continued, parting her legs and running a hand up and down each of her thighs. Her hand movement unintentionally caught the bottom hem of her dress, and for just a fraction of a moment, it flipped up just enough for Simon to catch a glimpse of her dark blue panty-covered crotch, before falling back into place covering it again.

Simon’s penis gave a pronounced twitch below the table.

“So if it wasn’t a spill, what were you looking at down here?” Alana questioned, matter-of-factly.

“He was definitely just checking out your legs, girl,” Sarah giggled, elbowing Simon in the rib playfully. Simon was still on edge and the sudden physical contact made him yelp lightly, fortunately masked by Sarah’s laugh.

“Really, Simon?” Alana challenged, still grinning. Simon fumbled to defend himself.

“I just, there was.... a.... a bug! It’s gone now, but there was a bug and I was going to tell you but it flew away and now there’s no bug....”

“A bug? On my leg? Eww! I hate bugs!” Alana played along. She shuffled back in her seat and began twisting this way and that, giving a few more teasingly fleeting glimpses of her panties. “Are you sure it’s not still on me? Please check, Simon!”

“Alana, you’re flashing your panties!” Sarah laughed, more at Alana’s contrived acting than the flashing.

“Huh?” Alana said, ceasing her wriggling about, and looking confused.

“Your undies were showing!” Sarah reiterated, “Simon and I could see your underpants!”

Alana paused, looking from Sarah to Simon.

“So?” She casually responded, “You and Simon have seen underwear before! It’s not weird or anything!”

With that, Alana unceremoniously lifted her school dress up to reveal her panty covered lap in an entirely unobstructed view for the two. She was perhaps playing things a little too naive and innocent for a girl of her age, but correctly assumed Simon’s perception would be a little foggy at that point, given his heightened state of arousal. She and Sarah also weren’t concerned with being “upskirted” by the camera, since the girls had learned from trial-and-error at home that by simply wearing a thick pair of swimsuit bottoms underneath their underwear, there was enough of the right kind of fabric to shield themselves from those naughty IR light waves.

“Huh. I guess you’re right,” Sarah shrugged resignedly, and casually lifted her own dress, exposing all the way up to her navel, to the stunned silence of Simon, and revealing a pair of purple cotton panties. “My underwear’s pretty much the same as your underwear, just a different color and material.”

Sandwiched between two girls each exposing a colored triangle of fabric in their laps, Simon tried unsuccessfully to focus back on his lunch. But feeling the straining against his shorts, his erection would not allow it. And nor would the girls.

“What about yours, Simon?” Alana asked. The words were spoken with a carefree lilt, but came crashing down on the boy.

“Yeah, are they the same as Alana’s and mine?” Sarah asked, “And what color? C’mon, we showed you ours....”

“Yeah, m-mine are blue too.” Simon said, hoping to bring the conversation to a conclusion, “Same as Alana’s. No big deal.”

“You and Alana have matching panties?” Sarah questioned, her eyes aglow.

“Oh neat!” Alana giggled, “Simon and I are panty twins!”

Simon’s erection twitched again. His skin burned with embarrassment at the fact that they were using the word panties to describe his briefs.

“Let’s see!” Proposed Sarah.

“Hah.... I’d rather not....” Simon countered. The poor boy was trying his best to sound in control of the situation, but his unconscious squirming was betraying him.

Alana pouted at his response. “But you agreed that looking at each other’s undies was no big deal, right? That’s why it was okay that we caught you looking at mine!” She countered. “You won’t even show us the waistband?”

Simon shoved more food into his mouth and shook his head resolutely. He was nursing one of the most intense erections of his young life, and now wanted to be anywhere but in this position. The girls knew at this point why he wasn’t even willing to show them his waistband, too. The twitching head of his cock would presumably be eagerly pushing up against it, or perhaps even beyond it. They weren’t actually going to make him reveal that to them (at least not in the way he feared they would), but they were enjoying sending this boy on a rollercoaster of arousal, panic, and other states and emotions. They were still curious about how boys worked, and were just content with experimenting, with making him squirm so that they could learn how his penis reacted to different things later, when they watched back the extremely fascinating footage Louisa was filming under the table.

“Just the waistband at the side?” Sarah cooed in his ear. He jumped as he felt the cool tips of her fingers on his right hip, gently trying to curl their way into the waistband of his shorts.

“No!” He yelped, instinctively attempting to shift away from her, but finding his movement blocked by Alana, who he found to be about to follow Sarah’s lead, her hands reaching for his left side.

“Just a little peek? Pleeeease?”

Simon thrust his lower regions further under (what he perceived to be) the safety of the table, in an effort to escape the girls’ fingers. Louisa silently screamed at the girls with her eyes, to do something. The last thing they wanted was for him to slip under the table and discover that they had a camera pointed at his crotch.

Alana and Sarah’s fingers dug with more urgency now, and found purchase on the waistband of his underwear at either side. As Simon tried to yank himself forward to freedom - and unbeknownst to him, further toward Louisa’s camera - the fabric pulled tight across the length of his excited shaft. This squeezing sensation was also the tipping point at which his erection began to leak precum, as the girls would learn later on when reviewing Louisa’s extremely close-up recording.

In a two-against-one battle, the two girls either side of Simon easily managed to tug the boy back into his seat by the sides of his briefs and hold him there. Fearing that they were going to keep pulling him back further however, Simon continued to pull against his restraints, his erection grinding fruitlessly against the taut fabric of his briefs.

“Stop struggling!” Sarah laughed, “You’re going to make us rip them!”

It was this voice of reason that made Simon realize that the fingers holding his waistband were not actually pulling back. They were just holding him in place. He slowed, then stopped his struggle, realising he was currently overpowered and should probably save his energy for if/when they started trying to actually expose him.

“Aww, you weren’t kidding, they’re like, the exact same blue as mine and everything!” Alana said, trying to recapture the innocent tone of her earlier character. She flipped up her dress again and gently tugged Simon’s waistband toward her as if trying to better compare.

“Yeah, but the material looks different” Sarah observed, tugging the boy’s waistband back in her direction to compare with her own panties, “Mmm. They feel more like the kind of fabric mine are made from. 100% cotton, right?” She suggested.

Alana pulled the waistband back toward her own lap.

“I just can’t believe how close the color is....” She mused.

Once again, Sarah yanked the waistband back toward herself.

Inside Simon’s shorts, the girls’ manipulations were having their desired effect, gently dragging the elasticated cotton of his underwear from side to side over his sensation-seeking, leaking hard-on. The girls tugged back and forth, each time with a little more intensity. It was only a few tugs this way and that before the girls simply got caught up in the rhythm, and had completely dropped any pretence of what they were doing.

Simon, meanwhile, was finding it hard to focus on any one thing. His eyes darted around from the secluded corner of the cafeteria, making sure their little wrestling match had not drawn anyone’s attention. The last thing he wanted was for people to see him being overpowered by a couple of girls. But at the same time, with this escalating pleasure in his nether regions, the conflicted boy found himself eager for their ministrations to continue.

Louisa noticed Simon’s darting eyes, and cleared her throat to remind the girls that they were sitting in the corner of the school cafeteria. Picking up on her point, they immediately let go of his underwear and it snapped back to his body. Fortunately they had kept their actions below the line of sight, but Louisa was right, with all the giggling and grappling, they were still really pushing their luck.

Simon let out a sigh, partly of relief, but also partly of frustration that the rhythmic rubbing against his penis had ceased. As he tucked his underwear back below his shorts at the sides, he subtly jostled the waistband left and right, trying to get one last feel of that sensation, but it just wasn’t the same, and with the girls still glued to his side, any further gyrations would be undoubtedly noticed. So he sat motionless for a moment, pleading in his mind for the girls to leave as his desperate member pulsed like never before in front of a camera he knew nothing about.

Chapter 4: “Here, let me give you some room”

“Ah, thought so! 100% Cotton, just like mine!” Sarah announced, her neck arched around behind Simon. She was reading the tag of his underwear which was still peeking out from the back of his shorts following the girls’ game of tug-o-waistband. Simon’s hands shot around and tucked it back in hurriedly.

“So what are yours made of, Alana? Can we have a feel?” Sarah point-blank asked her friend. Alana faltered in her composure, and began to blush a little at where Sarah seemed to be going with this. In their rough planning for this escapade, there had been no discussion of letting Simon touch their underwear.

“I.... I.... What?” She stammered, firing daggers from her eyes at Sarah.

“Well, I mean, you got to feel the difference between yours and Simon’s - it’s only fair that he should get to feel the difference too.”

Simon was floored. Seeing the girls’ panties was already enough masturbation fuel for the young boy’s year, but this.... There was no way this was happening. Was he actually about to be given the opportunity to touch Alana Buckstrom’s panties?

“They’re just, I dunno, like.... like.... like a really soft spandex, nothing special” Alana offered, knowing that it was not a response that would satisfy, but using it to try and buy herself some time to think of a way out. She wrestled with the idea of flipping her dress up at the back and pulling her own underwear tag out. This would surely be a massive turn-on for Simon, being asked to get up close to her butt and read the tag peeking out from her own underwear, but it was too risky a move, in the event that this might accidentally reveal the protective layer of thick swimwear beneath. She shuddered at the image in her mind of accidentally flipping out the wrong tag, and of an emboldened Simon pulling the tag outward and away from her body to get a “better look”....

“Simon?” Sarah pushed for backup.

As Simon struggled to find his tongue, his eyes were locked on Alana, and his thoroughly teased boyhood thumped in time with his increasing heartbeat. With another nudge from Sarah, he managed to voice his desires, in as diplomatic a way as his cracking teenage voice could eke out.

“I mean, yeah, you did get to.... to compare mine with yours, so I think it would be fair for me to.... I mean, for both of us to.... know.... what the difference is....”

“...Right....” Came Alana’s outwardly understanding but inwardly defeated response. She beamed an ever-weakening grin as her mind raced for a way out of this. Sarah was her best friend - there was no way she’d gotten so caught up in arousing Simon that she’d put her in this situation without a plan.

Right?

She looked at Simon, who was now just staring gormlessly at her. Then she looked back at Sarah. Sarah, suddenly aware that maybe the idea she’d had in her own mind wasn’t so obvious after all, began miming something outside Simon’s periphery.

It took a moment for Alana to realize what Sarah was suggesting.

“Oh, Sarah, you are evil!” Alana thought to herself. She blushed a little more, then her grin renewed itself, bolstered by her friend’s exciting last-minute extension to their cock-teasing game.

“Um, okay, hold on....” Alana said, reprising her innocent, albeit now slightly more shy character.

The next moment caught Simon entirely off guard. He watched as Alana stood slightly, reached up under the sides of her dress, and wiggled her hips a little, before slowly bringing her hands downward.

“No way....” Simon thought as he watched Alana’s hands slowly descend her thighs. “She couldn’t be....”

But then there they were. As Alana’s hands reached the bottom hem of her school dress midway down her thighs, the inarguably familiar dark blue fabric shimmied it’s way into view.

Slowly, carefully, and without uttering a word, she sat herself back down with the panties still lowered to just above her knees, carefully tucking her dress under her bottom and between her legs so as not to accidentally expose what Simon perceived to be her now completely naked private parts.

The girls and the boy sat in silence for a moment. Simon almost forgot to breathe.

“Here,” Alana offered in almost a whisper, pulling the side of her panties closest to Simon in his direction, “Go on. Feel them.”

Simon looked up for the first time since she had sat back down. She was just looking innocently and expectantly back at him.

With his heart racing at a thousand miles a minute, he watched his own hand reaching to meet the fabric of the girl’s panties. He couldn’t help but be extremely cognizant of the fact that the girl sitting next to him was currently naked under her dress. His penis was having a rave party under the table as he tried to swat the thoughts away and maintain his composure.

As his hand touched and explored the material being offered to him, he felt goosebumps forming all over his skin, and hoped they weren’t visible to the girls.

“So, what do they feel like?” Sarah prodded.

“They’re.... They’re soft, like Alana said”, Simon responded quietly, his mind distracted by the thoughts he was trying not to focus on.

“Different to our cotton ones?” Sarah pressed.

“Uhh, uhuh. Yeah. Smoother I guess....”, Simon trailed off, his vision fixed on the “Y” shape that the creases from Alana’s dress had formed in her lap from being tucked between her legs.

Alana bit her lip to stop herself from giggling and pulling Simon out of the stupid trance-like state he seemed to be in.

“What does the tag say then?” Sarah asked, swinging her legs innocently under the seat.

Alana’s grin broadened and her eyes widened in silent chiding of the mischievous redhead.

“Hmm,” She said, “Let’s see....”

Simon reactively released his hold on Alana’s panties as he noticed her legs beginning to part. With a slow, careful motion, Alana brought her knees apart, simultaneously sliding a hand down in between her thighs, to prevent her dress from naturally lifting. She knew it would be too easy and, she suspected, too tempting for Simon to sneak a peek up her dress if she didn’t, and the illusion that she was completely naked would be ruined. Also, and more importantly to Alana in that moment, was the sudden realization that with just a single layer of bikini bottoms on, she too now ran the risk of becoming exposed on camera.

Alana stopped as she felt the resistance of her panties bridged taut between her lower thighs. As the three peered down, they could see atop the waistband of the panty fabric resting against the seat, the small white tag. Alana reached between her legs with her free hand and tried to tug it upward toward them, deliberately fumbling and doing a terrible job at maintaining a grip on it, allowing it to snap back down against the seat. She tried unsuccessfully to crane her head this way and that in an attempt to read it, again, purposefully failing at the task.

“I can’t read it from here, sorry,” She said with an exasperated sigh. “I could just take them all the way off, but I want to be able to quickly pull them back up if someone comes by, y’know? I’d feel too.... naked.”

Alana made sure Simon had time for that last word to percolate, before adding “Maybe you could try, Simon?”

Simon’s erection nodded enthusiastically. He wondered whether he might have misinterpreted what she was asking of him.

“Just reach down and pull it up and let us know what it says,” Alana clarified, very matter of factly.

Nope, he’d understood her loud and clear. But now he was torn. Obviously he wanted to jump at the chance, but to do it, he would need to turn on the bench to face Alana somewhat. And that would bring his now aching, hammering, drooling mess of a boner out into view of the two girls. Maybe he could lean right forward as he turned, and hopefully block it from view. He would need to lean closer to read the tag anyway, so....

Yep. In his horny, clouded state, that was good enough for him.

Eager to make a move before the offer was taken away, he pivoted his body to his left, and hunched slightly toward his target, in an effort to hide the tent in his shorts as it emerged from beneath the security of the tabletop.

Unfortunately for the poor boy, he had on this occasion greatly misjudged how obvious the protrusion in his shorts would be, and his slight lean forward did very little to disguise the twitching tent, particularly from Alana’s vantage point. Even if Alana wasn’t actively looking out for it, it would have immediately drawn her eye. She silently gasped in the brief moment she was able to witness it before an equally shocked Simon “casually” shielded it from view by angling his left arm across her line of sight to it. Alana made a concerted effort not to show Simon any indication that she had witnessed the boy’s bouncing bulge.

“Wow,” She thought to herself, “Simon is a real grower!”

Now she really couldn’t wait to watch this footage back.

Quietly, and only noticed by Alana, Louisa slid across her side of the bench, to ensure she was getting a good angle of Simon’s new positioning. Alana was unsure if the camera’s new vantage point was different enough to avoid seeing directly up her dress and through her bikini bottoms, but something suddenly changed in her guardedness.

“Here, let me give you some room”, she heard herself say.

Perhaps it was seeing concrete proof that their plan was working. Perhaps it was the excitement of that brief glimpse of a thing she knew she wasn’t supposed to see, but knew she would soon see a lot more of. Perhaps it was a combination of things that had happened in the last ten minutes, but whatever it was, it had caused a sudden rush of adrenaline through Alana. And even though she knew that the camera may still be able to see right up her dress, she felt the hand she was using to pin the middle of her dress down between her legs start to lift from the bench.

Hardly being able to believe what she was doing, she lifted her hand away entirely. The positioning of the dress didn’t change all that much, it still dipped and hung low across the area she had been guarding, but it had raised from the bench just a little.

Riding this nervous energy, she propped her arms up behind her and leaned back a little on them, following through with her offer to give Simon more space to reach the tag.

This last movement disturbed her dress in a much more significant way, and the material that had previously drooped deep between her thighs effortlessly rose to create an almost flat blanket across the top of them. She kept a poker face, but as it happened she felt a sudden shock of embarrassment shoot through her. If the camera could still see up her dress, she was now completely exposed.

“Be careful,” She said, feeling herself flush a deeper red, “I don’t want you accidentally touching.... anything you’re not supposed to”.

Simon meanwhile felt like he might be about to faint. It certainly seemed as though all of his blood had rushed into his cock to help it maintain its ongoing barrage of involuntary kegels. The sexual energy radiating from the image before him had virtually attained an audible hum. He moved his now trembling hand toward the gap.

As his hand breached the opening between Alana’s left and right thighs, between her lowered panties and where Simon knew her completely naked girl privates to be sitting tantalizingly just a few inches out of view, he noticed her thighs tense up. As if they were anticipating an accidental touch.

Both Simon and Alana were absolutely terrified at the possibilities of what could happen in the next few seconds. But only Alana knew that Simon was not alone in also trying to hide arousal at the situation.

Beneath the fabric of Simon’s shorts and briefs, his jiggling erection suddenly experienced a new sensation, as his ten-odd minutes of accumulated precum had turned the inside of his underwear into a surface upon which the head of his cock now began to slide freely. Every twitch, throb and spasm his penis now made of its own accord was causing his glans to rub and slide against the walls of the tight, slick cocoon his underwear had become. Every pulse felt incredible, which in turn caused him to leak more precum. He realized that if he let this continue, his own erection was soon going to stimulate itself to ejaculation.

He began to breathe a little more heavily as he tried to steady his lowering hand and focus on.... Oh god.... Not touching Alana Buckstrom’s exposed girl parts?

With Simon clearly so deep in the moment, Louisa deduced it would be an opportune time for another sneaky look below the table to make sure she was still framing the shot correctly. She found herself unable to look back up, after her eyes locked on to the side-on image of Simon’s lap, his erection visibly beating and lurching rhythmically. She became fascinated at the head of it, as she witnessed it leaking and sliding in it’s own juices.

This, she thought, might be the best footage yet.

Chapter 5: “...Almost.”

Alana was nervously monitoring the hem of her dress like a hawk, aware of how reckless she was being, specifically in allowing a curious, cock-teased boy so close to her now wet, yearning privates. She watched as Simon’s hand reached into the tunnel formed by four very sexually-enticing walls.

It seemed like an eternity as Simon dipped his hand lower and lower, further between the girl’s legs, but finally, Simon reached the seat and pinched ahold of the small white tag. The two sat unmoving for a moment, just looking at each other.

“Got it?”

“Uhuh.”

The two shared another few seconds of staring into each other, each processing what they were doing, and wondering just how vividly a moment can be etched into one’s mind.

Alana felt the pull of the waistband around the perimeter of her thighs as Simon carefully began to draw the tag back up toward him. He had managed to lift the tag only about an inch and a half before the tension of Alana’s stretched waistband reached it’s limit of elasticity, forcing her thighs to begin closing in toward Simon’s hand as he continued to lift the tag further skyward.

“Stop!” Alana gasped, to which Simon immediately obeyed. He was relieved to have some input in this unexpected situation, but was also hoping he wouldn’t be frozen in this position for much longer, as he felt his genitals bringing themselves ever closer to an unpreventable climax.

Alana stared at the boy with his hand between her legs and a raging phallus between his own. She was genuinely terrified, but her libido was urging her to go on. After a moment, she spoke.

“Can you read it from there?” She asked in an attempt to fight the escalating urge she was getting for her thighs to close further in on the possibility of Simon’s accidental touch.

Simon turned and squinted at the tag, carefully tilting the words toward him. He had been so caught up in everything surrounding him, he had more or less forgotten the point of this whole activity. And yes, he could make out the words just fine from here.

“Umm....” he hesitated. And then found himself saying “...Almost.”

Alana stifled the squeak of an involuntary moan at Simon’s one-word response, as she worked overtime to hide her delight that Simon wasn’t quite done with her.

Simon was visibly sweating now. There was now only about two inches of space either side of the hand tightly pinching the tag of Alana’s underwear. He very, very slowly pulled the tag further toward him, carefully watching the lightly tanned skin of Alana’s inner thighs closing in toward his hand on either side....

His erection tingled with every slight movement it made as it pulsed in his shorts.

He couldn’t help but be aware of Alana’s imperceptible trembling, revealed only by its magnified tremors in the fabric draped over her lap. Fabric under which Simon also couldn’t help but imagine her completely exposed, naked girl parts, just sitting there out in the open.

A single piece of loose, liftable fabric was all that was preventing him being able to see Alana’s pussy.

The thing in his pants swelled in a way that signalled he was now approaching the last few lubed-up lurches before it would erupt in his pants, and as horrified as he was about what it could possibly mean if he did, he now actually found himself so worked up and horny that he was doing nothing to prevent it from happening.

Alana looked at Simon, who had stopped lifting the tag again, and was holding frozen and hunched over in place.

“Simon?” She asked tentatively.

But the entirety of the capacity of Simon’s mind was occupied on screaming at himself internally, “No! You can’t! You can’t cum in your shorts at school! You can’t cum in front of these girls!”

“Po-ly-a-mide E-las-tane”, Sarah sounded out the words on the tag helpfully from over Simon’s shoulder. “Size 12”, she added cheekily.

Alana giggled, waves of relief, adrenaline and euphoria rushing over her that the tag had finally been read, flagging the end of this highly erotic game of chicken, and amused that Simon appeared to (quite literally) not want to let go of the moment.

Simon continued to say nothing and do nothing. He was lost in his desperate internal pleading.

“Oh no! No! No! Don’t cum! Don’t cum! The girls are watching you! They’re watching you and you’re about to cum! Don’t let the girls see you cumming!”

Of course, no level of willpower could help the poor boy though. He couldn’t do anything to stop it. He just had to sit there, between the girls, feeling his penis reach its sensory apex and start ejaculating in spite of his protests, and try and keep his body completely still to avoid tipping the girls off to what was happening.

The tag suddenly snapped back to the bench, slipping from Simon’s grip. Simon however remained frozen in place, still unwilling and unable to reposition himself as his whole body and mind surrendered to being driven by his own cock into an embarrassing unintentional public orgasm.

Alana and Sarah listened with intense interest as Simon’s breathing quietly peaked to a shudder. They looked at each other, wondering if the sound meant what they hoped it did. Looking over and seeing Louisa’s reaction, they could only assume it did.

Louisa’s eyes widened as she watched the boy’s rock hard member suddenly start pumping and flexing in a more aggressive fashion, and then begin squirting stream after stream of cum against the inner wall of his underwear, and down itself. She almost screamed in shock and disbelief. She was witnessing the first footage anyone at the school had managed to get of a boy actually ejaculating.

Simon was trying his hardest not to let his body give the game away, unaware that the girls had been able to hear what he thought was an almost silent change in his breathing. And though he now thought he was holding himself completely motionless, the girls watched on as his whole body repeatedly tensed and twitched.

“Holy shit!” Sarah mouthed to Alana, who was staring back at her, wide-eyed in disbelief, but with a huge open-mouthed grin plastered across her face.

They looked back over at Louisa, who was completely absorbed in whatever it was she could apparently see going on inside his underwear.

Alana and Sarah giggled as quietly as they could as they watched Simon’s body tense a few more times before hearing him take a few deep breaths to compose himself.

“You okay buddy?” Alana asked with a glowing smile when Simon finally looked over at her face.

“Y-yeah.... Sorry, I just.... I was....” he verbally flailed.

“Thought you spotted another bug?” Alana poked knowingly, shuffling in her seat to accommodate pulling her underpants back up under her dress.

“They are everywhere today, huh?” Sarah added. She shifted from the kneeling position she had adopted to look over Simon’s shoulder, and now let her legs straddle the bench seat so that she was facing him, one hand pinning her dress fabric down between her splayed legs.

“...Yeah.” He feebly replied, swiftly spinning around to hide his front under the table once more. Unable to check it, he had no idea whether or not his emission had soaked through the front of his shorts, but it felt like such a mess down there, it was certainly possible. Particularly considering how thin the fabric of the school shorts were. He had no idea what he was going to do about it if it was in fact obvious, but for now, hidden under the table was the safest option.

The girls meanwhile were practically levitating with excitement about the footage they had to look forward to. Every part of them wanted to get up from the table and go review it immediately, but they also wanted to make sure they had this boy’s full story arc. Being young girls, they weren’t entirely sure how long it took for a penis to become flaccid again after an orgasm, and were just as interested in being able to watch that aspect as the rest of it.

And so Simon found himself nervously sitting between the excitedly chatty girls for the next few agonizing minutes, praying that they would let him remain hidden, and being kept painfully aware that as the minutes ticked by, his ejaculate was unquestionably becoming more and more thoroughly soaked into the briefs he would be stuck wearing for the rest of the day.

Finally, the bell sounded, and Alana & Louisa jumped up from the table, bidding the boy a cheery goodbye and racing off. Simon turned his head to Sarah, anticipating a similarly swift departure, but she instead casually stood up, her legs still straddling either side of the bench seat. The mischievous redhead held out a fist containing a scrunched up ball of purple cotton.

“Something tells me these might come in handy for you for the rest of the day,” She offered, a look of compassion on her face, with just a hint of a smirk.

Simon’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. Sarah had completely removed her underwear while he was preoccupied with Alana? And wait - she was giving her underwear to him? And wait - Sarah had noticed what had happened to him? He felt his face burning red with mortification.

“Uhhhh....” Was all he managed.

Sarah giggled. “It’s no big deal - after all, they are just underwear,” she reiterated, forcing them into his unmoving hands and making her retreat.

After picking up his thoughts, as well as his jaw from the table, Simon hurriedly and sheepishly made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up and change into Sarah’s underwear for the remainder of the school day. He found that they hugged his boy bits quite tightly, which kept him constantly thinking about them all afternoon, and repeatedly fluctuating him into a state of uncomfortable arousal, much to the rapt delight of any girls sneakily scanning his class.

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An important point worth being reminded of at this juncture: While Simon’s encounter was certainly one worth delving into, in that it was the first time a girl at the school obtained footage of a boy reaching orgasm on camera, it was still just one of the many tease operations being undertaken by girls on that day. And these stings would take place to boys around the school every single school day, with the girls’ explorative streaks compelling them to perform more and more daring “experiments” on the boys, and reporting their “findings” back on Mia and Courtney’s forum in the evenings.

The forum was really flourishing. The girls were now collectively posting pages worth of new threads each day, with subject lines like:

⁣　　 more basketball clips
⁣　　 OMG TREY BULMAN GETS TURNED ON IF YOU WHISPER IN HIS EAR!!!
⁣　　 favourite footage so far (compilation vid)
⁣　　 Challenge of the week: Get a boy to leak lube in under 1 minute

On the evening of Simon’s encounter with Alana and Sarah, Louisa posted the video that girls at the school would be talking about for weeks. The title of the post wasn’t clever or profound. It didn’t need to be, in order to get the clicks of every girl on the forum. It just stated a simple fact:

⁣　　 We made Simon Blanchwood cum!

Chapter 6: “Hi Orgasm!”

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Subject: We made Simon Blanchwood cum!
⁣　　by user lulu
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We did it!!! This clip is just the tail end of our teasing today so no need to skip forward to get to the good stuff. It happens about 34 secs in if you’re really impatient, but the lead-up is soooooo worth it too!

⁣　　 File Attachment: MVI002322-edited.MP4 (36.3MB)

Comments:
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ATTENTION: Post creator lulu has tagged users Lani & FireGurl as collaborators for this post. Their comments & mentions will now appear color-coded in this thread.


UrBaeMae: That. Was. SO. HOT.

sal33: OMG... This is so good! That flexing is so interesting to watch as it shoots.

JenTen: you girlz are GODZ! (added to favs)

marigold: LOL EWWWW!!!! *restarts vid again*

xXfrizzleXx: omg omg OMG!!!!!

Tayla2005: !!!!! How?????

lulu: Thanks for the comments everyone! Obvs big credit goes to @Lani & @FireGurl for getting him all hot n heavy!

Lani: Right back atcha babe! Couldn’t have done it without ur camera skills!

Tayla2005: Seriously, how did u get him to this point??? U need to give us a master class!

lulu: lol! @Tayla2005 I’m not sure what tipped him to this point! I think maybe because of the way he was sitting....it looks like the head of his dick was kinda pushing/humping the inside of his underwear. But like, against his will. He definitely didn’t look like he wanted it to happen!!

windswept: i wondered about that over the last couple of weeks watching all these videos of boys with boners. the weird little jumping movements they make......i wondered if a penis would be sensitive enough to feel it.....and whether it could cause them to cum......i guess now we know!

Lani: @Tayla2005 things got pretty outta hand to get him like that tho. I pulled my outer undies down so he thought I was naked under my dress.

Tayla2005: @Lani LOL! No way

UrBaeMae: @Lani OMG GENIUS.

FireGurl: Anyone get any shots of Simon this afternoon? I gave him my outer undies to wear after this!!!

xXfrizzleXx: @FireGurl omg wtf!!!!!

JannaJannaBoBanna: @FireGurl DAMN GIRL YOU’RE CRAZY! HE GOT UR PANTIES??

MissingInAction [MODERATOR]: This is amazing! Can I pin this post to the front page?

lulu: Totes!

MissingInAction [MODERATOR]: Done! Thanks!

AngryKitty: @FireGurl I just came to the forum to post a vid of Simon struggling with a hard-on from the class I had with him this afternoon! I thought his underwear seemed tight the way his cock was straining, but had no idea they were girls underwear he was wearing! (Now that you mentioned it I can tell, but because they’re so see-through I probably never would have noticed otherwise!)

FireGurl: @AngryKitty MY HERO! Good to hear my efforts weren’t just for my own amusement! THANK YOU!

AngryKitty: @FireGurl Oh my god I just watched this clip - thank YOU! My clip’s almost done uploading btw, but it doesn’t really compare to this one!

FireGurl: @AngryKitty lol no probably not! But I guess you could say I’m personally invested in your one!

AngryKitty: @FireGurl LOL! It’s finished posting btw. The post is called ‘Simon Blanchwood’s Wood’.

FireGurl: @AngryKitty TY!

TruthOrBare: WOW THAT BOI GOT A FINE COCK

SK: @lulu @Lani @FireGurl PLZ do this with Aiden Faustwich!

NotKarlyP: Do this with ALL the boys!!! But srsly this is AMAZING

Lani: @SK @NotKarlyP Oh we are just getting started!

FireGurl: @SK Which one is Aiden Faustwich? Is he the one with that dumb droopy fringe?

SK: No the one in this video [link]

FireGurl: LOL! Oh, yeah, “lil’ button” is on our list!

CeeJay: lol omg penises are weird!!

sal33: I can’t stop watching this. Simon would die if he knew we were all able to see this...... its such an intimate private thing. I just hope I can act normally around him now.......

AngryKitty: @sal33 I know right? I have class with him tomorrow morning. I’ma be all like “Don’t mention his orgasm, don’t mention his orgasm” and then see him and go “Hi Orgasm!”

sal33:

FineLikeWine: Whoa. You’ve set a new bar with this video, @lulu @Lani & @FireGurl! Are you going to post the full video at some point? This is brilliant on it’s own, but I also love to watch the boys squirming and trying to fight off their boners as they grow..... I would love to see this with Simon as I’ve seen some photos someone else posted where he was flaccid, and he’s clearly more of a grower than a shower. I can tell he’d be fun to watch getting hard because there’d be such a big difference for him to deal with. So yah, any chance of the full video?

lulu: Thanks! I can’t post the full thing for a couple of reasons (file size, but also there’s a few bits where @Lani pointed out that you can see up her dress ), sorry. This forum’s got pretty much something of every boy now though, right? Maybe someone else has a different clip of him getting a hardon. He seems pretty easily aroused from our experience.

FineLikeWine: Ah damn. But yeah, that’s fair enough.

Lani: Sorry @FineLikeWine!

FineLikeWine: No need to apologize @Lani! I wouldn’t want something of m’ladybits out there either. You went above and beyond for this footage and this vid is absolutely worth it a billion times over xx

Lani: @FineLikeWine Aw thanks! Also if you scroll up a bit, AngryKitty said she’s just posted one of Simon’s struggles from later in the afternoon in a post called Simon blanchwoods wood.

JenniFromThaCock: @FineLikeWine I also uploaded a couple of clips of Simon (and Jaleel) trying not to get hard and then trying to hide that they were hard, about a week and a half ago in this thread:- [link]

FineLikeWine: Hell yea! Thanks @Lani and @JenniFromThaCock!

JenniFromThaCock: happy to share the luv!

L1zz1: I keep having to pinch myself about how exposed the boys at our school are. But this.... This is a new level! We are so lucky!

Anonymiss: Damn that is HOT!!!! This is inspiring, girls! I feel all motivated to set this video as my standard for my future teases!

Yes-Its-Mel: @Anonymiss Same! Wanna plan one together for tomorrow?

Anonymiss: @Yes-Its-Mel Yeah let’s do it! PM me!

ElysiYum: @lulu @Lani @FireGurl HOLY BALLS. This was great! Are you gonna post some stuff in the ‘tease tips’ thread?

FireGurl: @ElysiYum I will, but probably not until tomorrow night. I have one more “experiment” I want to run first.

Lani: @ElysiYum I’m actually writing some up now! Check it in a few mins.

ElysiYum: @FireGurl @Lani Looking forward to it!

lulu: I’m so flattered that so many people are commenting! The video’s only been up for about 15 mins!

Daffodil: LOL!!! look at that thing pump!!!

Alisons_Twin: Just when I thought I was starting to understand what it must be like to have a dick. Jeeezuz.

~punkin~: just when you think it’s done spurting..... out shoots another jet!!

NotKarlyP: @~punkin~ I wonder if that could be a new competition, see if anyone can beat five spurts

~punkin~: @NotKarlyP i thought it was 6? it squirts 5 times and then twitches a few more times without spurting and then does 1 more little squirt

sal33: @~punkin~ @NotKarlyP I’m counting six too, but I guess that last one is more like a dribble?

NotKarlyP: @~punkin~ @sal33 Yeah, the dribble is like its clearing its throat. Five full spurts is the score to beat.

~punkin~: @NotKarlyP CLEARING ITS THROAT!

~punkin~: @NotKarlyP #SixSpurtChallenge #DribblesAintSpurts

NotKarlyP: @~punkin~ lol

Daffodil: Hey @lulu @Lani @FireGurl how long did it take to get Simon from flaccid to cumming?

lulu: @Daffodil Hang on, I’ll check the full video.

FireGurl: @Daffodil Not that long really! Maybe ten mins?

lulu: @Daffodil So checking the video, he starts getting hard at 2:42 (it took him 13 seconds to go from flaccid to a full boner btw!). Then he starts making pre-cum at 5:06, and starts ejaculating at 9:51. So 7 mins, 9 seconds, if I’ve done the math right.

Daffodil: @lulu OMG.... That seems really quick! Considering he wasn’t even touching himself I mean.

FireGurl: @Daffodil I’m guessing most boys our age are gonna be the same. It’s pretty clear from everyone’s videos here that they get boners pretty easily. Now we know that it’s just a matter of keeping them there for a bit, getting them twitching about in their own lube for a while, and then letting nature take it’s course

FireGurl: @Daffodil I mean, I assume. Guess we’ll find out for sure over the next couple of days!

NeonShadow: Based on the description, I thought this was gonna be super gross. But it’s actually.....kinda hot.

FireGurl: @lulu You should absolutely post the part where we had Simon by the underpants and he was trying to pull himself under the table! That bit is hilarious!

lulu: @FireGurl OMG YES! I’ll cut that bit out and post it tomorrow. I think this clip is more than enough for tonight’s little show-and-tell session, and I don’t want to detract from this important milestone in our reign over the boys.

FineLikeWine: ooooh! @lulu @FireGurl that sounds intriguing, and I second uploading whatever it is!

FireGurl: It’ll be worth the wait, @FineLikeWine! He tried to escape under the table, but @Lani and I were holding him by the sides of his jocks! He basically just ends up grinding against the front of his undies as hard as he can, straight toward @lulu’s phone. It’s not quite as revolutionary as this video of him blowing a load in his pants, but it’s just a really interesting, close-up raw look at his junk.

FineLikeWine: @FireGurl Even your description of it is awesome!!! Can’t wait!!!!

L1zz1: @FireGurl is it as close-up and detailed as the rhys valquez one? The one from two weeks ago that @PartTimeStarlet posted here [link]

FireGurl: @L1zz1 LOL! Considering the consensus on that one is that his underwear must have already been semi-transparent to begin with, I can’t claim it’s as crystal clear as that. But on the other hand, Rhys was just sitting there, not pulling against restraints or desperately humping toward the camera, so it’s sorta like trying to review a feel-good comedy by comparing it to an Arthouse film. Both have their pros and cons depending on what you’re looking for. I think there’s more to look at with the Simon clip, even though the clarity of his dick probably isn’t quite as good (though it’s damn close imo, especially when he’s stretching the material to its limits).

Lani: @FireGurl The Simon clip is defs what you’d call a “feel-good comedy”

FireGurl: @Lani lol dammit, I was just about to make that joke!!

L1zz1: @FireGurl @Lani ROFL!

xXfrizzleXx: @FireGurl u think simon will give ur undies back tomorrow?

NotKarlyP: @xXfrizzleXx @FireGurl If he tries to, you should keep him on his toes n tell him he might still need them...

xXfrizzleXx: @FireGurl LOL! YES!

lulu: @NotKarlyP Oh, that’s pure evil! I love it.

sal33: @NotKarlyP @FireGurl LOL! DO IT!!!!!!!

FireGurl: LOL.... He HAS been through a lot today. I haven’t even told any of you what happened after school....

Lani: LOL oh no, what did you do?

FireGurl:

Chapter 7: “Don’t mind me!”

Simon couldn’t wait for school to end. Despite what his excited teenaged erection had repeatedly been insisting all afternoon, the purple size 10 cotton girls panties he had been sporting since lunch time needed to be taken off and replaced with a pair of his own underwear at home, as soon as possible. He watched eagerly as the clock for his final class of the day ticked toward his freedom, trying to ignore the almost synchronized pulsing of his once again hardened member. Had he not been so engrossed in the clock, he may have noticed Angela Kirtum’s phone filming him from under her desk.

After what felt like an eternity (but was actually around three minutes), the bell sounded. As much as Simon wanted to be out of there, and though the opportunity to do so was now technically open to him, the protrusion in his pants was once again working at odds with his desires. And so he had no choice but to deliberately fumble about with his belongings to buy himself even more time while the rest of the class bustled out the door to head home.

When even the oddly procrastinating Angela had left the room, and he was sure the teacher was sufficiently engrossed in the activity of cleaning the board, Simon made a beeline for the door, holding his books in front of him, just in case the teacher’s claims of having eyes in the back of their head was not just a figure of speech.

As he walked down the hallway, he spotted a familiar redhead standing by his locker. “Great,” he thought as he felt a renewed stirring in his pants once again. He hurried his pace, hoping that this encounter would be brief.

“How’d you go?” Sarah asked as he came to a stop in front of the locker. Uncertain as to what form his response to such a question should be, he forced a smile, and mumbled “Thanks.”

“I’m sure you’d have done the same for me,” she joked, nudging him in the side playfully. Simon whispered an uncomfortable laugh and tried his best to avoid imagining what that hypothetical would entail.

There was a pause as Sarah looked at Simon expectantly.

“Sooooo....caaaan I have them back now please?” She asked, as if the question shouldn’t even have needed to be asked.

Simon went red and he looked around at the students making their way to and from their lockers, oblivious to the context of their conversation.

“I.... I thought I should take them home and wash them, and give them back to you tomorrow,” Simon whisperingly proposed. Not wanting to risk messing up his other clothes and belongings, he had opted to dispose of his own soiled pair of underwear when he changed into the donated panties at lunch time.

Sarah’s laugh cut through Simon’s train of thought.

“I was just lending them to you to get through the rest of school,” She explained, “Sorry, but I gotta draw the line at letting you take them home with you. No offence, but I know what boys are like.”

Simon looked back at her, his brain working overtime to find a way to respond, but nothing was coming.

“C’mon,” Sarah urged, “Don’t make me regret doing you this favor.”

“But.... I - I don’t have anything to change back into,” Simon finally managed to articulate, his whispering becoming sharper and more desperate, “I trashed mine!”

“Dude, you’re wearing shorts!” Sarah pointed out indignantly, “Who’s more exposed without underwear?”

She twisted her body from side to side a few times, causing her dress to swivel, billow and flare out, reminding him of how vulnerable her earlier actions to help him out had obviously left her.

“Okay, okay!” Simon conceded hurriedly, noting that Sarah’s protests were only getting louder and increasingly likely to be overheard.

And so, minutes later, Simon found himself in a school toilet cubicle, pulling his shorts back up over his otherwise naked body. As he fastened the button on them and double-checked that the fly was zipped up, he couldn’t help but be made very aware of the unfamiliar fabric of his shorts brushing against his still partially-hard penis.

He held Sarah’s underpants up in front of him for one last time. It had been one heck of a day, he thought to himself.

And it was at this point that he noticed the mess of precum he had painted all over the inside of the panties.

“Oh shit!” He whispered to himself, feeling all of the color draining from his face.

“Simon? You nearly done?” Came Sarah’s voice from just outside the bathroom entrance.

“Uhh, I.... I....” He stammered, eyes unblinkingly staring at the streaky evidence of his afternoon’s unwanted excitement.

“You want me to come in and give you a hand?” He heard Sarah suggest playfully.

“I.... I....” he continued to attempt. With no better solution coming to mind, he decided his best option would be to wash them under the faucet. He knew this would mean Sarah was not going to be able to wear them if he did this, but the alternative was unthinkable. Unlocking the cubicle, he stepped out.

And right into Sarah.

“Wh-what are.... you can’t be in here!” Simon exclaimed, his panic heightening.

“I’ll take my chances!” She giggled, and plucked her underwear out of Simon’s hand.

“No! Wait!”

Simon tried to snatch the purple panties back, and in the effort, got the first sensation of just how hard it was going to be walking home with his shorts fabric brushing against his penis the whole way. His already stirring organ reacted as he struggled against Sarah’s grip, rising and growing further inside his shorts. It was now sticking straight out at a 90 degree angle, though neither of the students had noticed this yet.

“Oh my god!” Sarah squealed as the waistband of her underpants stretched out from her hand, revealing the inside to her for the first time since Simon had removed them. The shock at what she saw caused her to let go, and send Simon backwards with them.

“You messed up mine too?” she asked, with, to Simon’s confusion, far more amusement in her tone than any sense of anger.

“I.... I’m sorry,” Simon said quietly, looking anywhere but at Sarah. “I didn’t.... jizz in them.... I just.... got excited in them....” he offered feebly, before trailing off in further embarrassment.

“Looks like you’re getting excited out of them too”, Sarah giggled, openly pointing at the clear outline of Simon’s penis head as it pointed straight back at her. Simon looked down just as a small bead of precum absorbed into the thin fabric of the shorts, illustrating to Sarah’s excited eyes the exact location of his pee-hole. He heard her giggling abruptly cut short with a gasp as this happened.

Simon clutched the horizontal protrusion with both hands, trying to shield as much of its existence as he could from the eyes of Sarah.

“You’re going to get more of your mess on them!” Sarah gestured to her balled-up panties in one of the hands Simon was currently holding over his shamefully excited member. As much as he didn’t want to, Simon brought the hand holding her underwear up and away from himself, and tried to continue shielding his straining bulge from Sarah using just one hand. All he could manage to do in this state was cup the head and allow her to freely gaze upon the rest of the shorts-covered protrusion leading out to it.

He had thought that the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen to him had occurred at lunch time, but at least he was better concealed then, he now realized.

“Here,” he said, extending the panties to Sarah, “I’m sorry. Take them.”

Simon struggled to come to terms with the turn his afternoon was now taking. Trapped in the school bathrooms with a visibly stimulated penis, and a small wet patch that would undoubtedly grow whenever he tried to move. He tried to do the math in his head based on the minor movements he had made without underwear on so far. Though his home was only a few blocks from the school, he estimated that his shorts would be home to a very visible damp patch even by the time he reached the edge of the school building. The memories of his unintentional orgasm from earlier that day were still replaying in his mind, and now just knowing that his body could stimulate itself to climax without him wanting it to, the prospect of making this journey made him far more nervous than it would have a day prior.

As he felt Sarah’s hand take hold of the underwear, he found himself not being able to let go. He couldn’t give up this one thing that might not make his walk home the most embarrassing walk of shame of his life.

Sarah could feel his resistance to letting go of the underwear as well. She paused before letting out a compassionate sigh and then releasing her hold on the garment.

“You can’t get home looking like that,” she said quietly and understandingly. “Tell you what. I will let you wear them home. But you owe me.”

“Thank you!” Simon said with a great deal of relief. He couldn’t really comprehend how he had managed to get into a position where after such a humiliating experience in front of this girl, he somehow came out of it owing her, but he admitted to himself that it somehow did feel earned. She was making a sacrifice to more or less save his life (his social life, at least).

Simon awkwardly shuffled his way back into the toilet cubicle and turned to close the door, only to find that Sarah had followed him in.

“Don’t mind me!” she beamed innocently, stepping in with him and closing the door behind her.

There was a moment where nothing happened, Simon just staring blankly at Sarah, and Sarah grinning excitedly back at him.

“You gonna put them back on then?” She prompted.

“Not with you watching!” Simon countered, baffled at how she could possibly have assumed that this would be okay.

“Awww, pleaaaase?” She whined.
“Obviously not!”
“Can I just have a quick look at your penis then?”
“What? No!”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re a girl! You’re not supposed to see penises!”
“So? You’re a boy and you’re not supposed to wear girls’ panties!”
“I am not showing you my penis!”
“Your penis messed up my underwear! Don’t you think I deserve to see the lil’ guy responsible?”
“I’m sorry about that, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna flash you!”
“But you owe me!”
“I do not owe you a look at my penis!”
“Come on! The more you delay, the more you’re messing up your shorts!”
“Sarah! Please!”

There was a pause while the two stared each other down, one grinning hopefully, and the other red with embarrassment. The tension finally broke when Sarah burst out laughing. She knew the arguing would get her nowhere, but was just enjoying seeing him squirm. She also loved hearing this boy so adamantly tell her she wasn’t allowed to see his penis, knowing that she already had, and would do so again that very evening.

“Okay,” she relented, “I’ll let you get changed in peace. But you still owe me for this.”

Sarah opened the cubicle door and slipped out, and Simon quickly leapt at the chance to lock himself in alone.

“Thank you,” He said, “And yes, I owe you big time for this. Just.... something other than getting to see my dick.”

“How about this then,” Sarah proposed, leaning against the cubicle door, “Tomorrow, you wear a different pair of my underwear, for the full school day.”

Simon paused with his pants now quite literally around his ankles. “Sorry?” He asked.

“I’ll meet you here before first period, and give you a pair of my underpants, which you wear under your shorts all day. At the end of the day, I’ll give you back your underwear to go home in.”

“I wear them under my shorts, out of view?” Simon asked, suspiciously. This seemed too easy a deal, given her previous proposal was to see his penis. “I don’t get it. What’s in that for you?”

“It’ll just be fun to know you’re wearing them, that’s all.”

Simon stretched the purple panties up over his erection, which twitched approvingly. He wasn’t entirely sure which aspect of this moment it had twitched approvingly at, but at this point, Simon assumed it was probably most of what was going on.

“You promise you’re not going to get someone to pants me, or something like that?”

“I promise that I will not pants you, and that I will not get anyone else to pants you.” Sarah replied with a tone like she was being sworn in to court.

“And you promise you’re not going to spend the day going around telling people I’m wearing girls’ underwear?”

“I promise I won’t spend the day going around telling people you’re wearing girls’ underwear.”

Simon pondered this in silence as he finished getting dressed. He knew the short portion of the day where he was struggling with wearing Sarah’s underwear had been awkward. But it was still kind of thrilling, and was nowhere near as much of an ordeal as some of the other moments he had gone through today. Not wanting the debt hanging over him any longer than it needed to, he decided this seemed a pretty harmless way to settle things. Plus, a chance to explore not just one but a second piece of his female classmate’s private undergarments was an offer his horny teen brain didn’t want to let pass him by. He opened the door to an expectant Sarah and stepped out.

“One other thing....” he said, “These ones are.... a little uncomfortable. I don’t think I could do something like these for a full day. Can you pick ones that would be a little less.... tight on me?”

Sarah pretended to think for a moment, and then with a smile, replied “Well, all of my underwear’s designed for my body, and to fit my.... my girl parts.... but tell you what, I’ll pick out the pair that I think would be most comfortable for a boy.”

“Thanks,” Simon replied.

“So that’s a yes?” Sarah asked, brimming with joy.

Simon squinted at Sarah for a moment.

“What time do you want to meet?”

****

When relaying this series of events to the girls on Mia and Courtney’s forum, Sarah, true to her word, mentioned nothing of their little deal, or the fact that Simon would be wearing another pair of her underwear the next day.

She didn’t need to. She knew the video from that day would bring plenty of girls to focus on Simon’s relentlessly teased boy-bits the following day.

And boy, would those boy-bits be teased.

Chapter 8: “Perfect”

That evening, after the infamous video had been posted to Mia and Courtney’s forum, Sarah set her sights on the best underwear choice for Simon to wear the following day. And she wasn’t just going to choose any old pair of undies. She was going to custom make him a pair, for “optimal comfort”.

The first step was getting the size just right. She sat and watched the footage from their lunchtime endeavor, pausing it here an there, until she found the right freeze-frames. Ones that gave her perfect front-on and side-on views, combined with enough points of reference in the periphery of the shot to determine a reasonably spot-on set of dimensions of his lower torso and penis when fully erect.

Armed with these dimensions, she located the optimal garment for the job, tucked away in the recesses of her underwear drawer - a simple, non-flashy black g-string. The elastic around the waist had gone bad, hence it having been relegated to the back of the drawer, but it would be perfect for this job. According to the measurements she had gathered, it would sit a little loose even on Simon. And if her estimates were correct, the top of the triangle in the front would sit just slightly too low to accommodate the very tip of his penis if it were to reach full erection.

Sarah’s next step took her late into the evening. Locked away in her room with pop music blaring in her headphones, she experimented with the infrared transparency of a variety of unusual materials such as sandwich bags, balloon rubber, trash bags and others in front of her phone, to find the best candidate for the most genius part of her design.

Finally, Sarah sat in her room with needle and thread, carefully replacing the g-string’s triangle of cotton with the new material she had settled on, cut from one of the latex gloves in the family first-aid kit.

At 11:38pm, she held the finished, doctored undergarment up in front of her, turning it this way and that to ensure no flaws in her work.

“Perfect” she whispered.

****

The first thing Simon noticed as Sarah stealthily palmed the underwear into his hand the following morning before school, was how little fabric he could feel.

“You told me you’d give me a bigger pair of underwear!” Simon whispered.
“Trust me, they’re the biggest I’ve got. There’s just less material because it’s a g-string.”
“What? No! I’m not wearing a g-string!” Simon protested.
“They’ll be under your clothes!” Sarah pointed out, “Nobody will know, ya prude. And I guarantee they’ll fit better than the tight panties you wore yesterday,” she reassured, a little more loudly than Simon would have liked.

Simon didn’t want to admit it, but he was curious about wearing such an item of clothing. Masking that curiosity, he decided to concede, at least so he could for now explore the very intimate piece of clothing this girl was offering him.

“Okay, I’ll go try them on. But it they’re not comfy—”

“Oh, they’re comfy!” Sarah interrupted, sensing a foreshadowing that he would try to back out of this, “I mean, yeah, it obviously takes a braver person to wear a g-string, but if a girl can do it, surely you’re going to be fine, right?”, she added, challenging his male ego.

“Pff! Obviously!” Simon backtracked on his uncertainty with vigor, “I just mean if they don’t fit me and.... stuff....”

Simon trailed off as he disappeared into the bathroom.

The second thing he noticed about the underwear as he unraveled them in the privacy of the cubicle, was the material used in the triangle at the front. It didn’t feel like any fabric he was used to in underwear. It had a soft, plastic-latex sort of feel to it that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Girls’ underwear is weird, he thought to himself.

“You need help again?” Sarah yelled, in an effort to keep him from examining the garment too long before he put them on.

“No! God no!” He yelled back, to the sound of Sarah’s giggling.

He emerged about a minute later, reclothed and looking as unperturbed as he could.

“Okay,” Simon said quietly, “They feel a bit weird with just the string at the back and stuff, but you’re right, they’re much comfier and a better fit than yesterday’s pair.”

The underwear was in fact quite loose on him, but his masculine pride prevented him from admitting to Sarah that her pair of girls underwear - which presumably fit her just fine - were too big for him to fill out with his boy package. He also now felt a need to prove to Sarah that he was not simply some little kid with no control over his boyhood. He could do this, he thought. He wouldn’t chicken out. He was a brave man, and if a girl could handle a g-string, then so could he.

“Good to hear. Can I have your underpants now?” Sarah asked.

Simon had hoped she had forgotten this part of the discussion.

“Why did you need them again?” He asked.
“That’s part of the fun, remember? It’s so I know you’re wearing mine and haven’t wimped out!”
“How do I know you’re not going to show them to people?”
“You really think I want to be caught carting around a random set of boys’ undies?” Sarah scoffed, “I’m putting them straight in my locker and they’ll remain as hidden as humanly possible until the end of school!”

Trying not to take it as a personal attack, Simon nodded, quickly pulling his briefly-worn briefs from his pocket and shoving them into her backpack.

“Speaking of having someone else’s underwear,” Sarah segued, placing her bag aside and holding out a hand, “Yesterday I recall you were going to clean my panties and give them back today?”

“Oh, uh, yeah....” Simon said as he opened his own backpack and fished around. His eyes darted around to ensure they didn’t have a passing audience before he made the exchange into Sarah’s outstretched fingers.

Sarah also gave a brief glance this way and that, before proceeding to unravel the balled-up purple panties and casually slip into them, pulling them up her legs and out of sight.

“I’d hoped I could count on you”, she smiled cheekily at Simon, who had a look on his face that could only be described as “realizing that Sarah obviously hadn’t been wearing any underwear up to this point”.

The sound of the school bell snapped Simon back from thinking about this for too long, and he watched as Sarah skipped off down the hallway.

“Meet you at your locker at the end of school!” She yelled behind her.

Simon swung his backpack over his shoulder and quickly headed to his locker. With each stride, the loose triangle of latex shifted about against his flaccid penis in a way that was impossible to ignore. He felt the very sides of his scrotum, sitting slightly outside the confines of the tapered triangle, as they brushed against the fabric of his school shorts. His whole package bobbed and jostled around as he walked, loose, but still rolling this way and that in tandem with the underwear.

He felt like he was visibly sweating by the time he reached his locker. This was a huge mistake, he thought. He hadn’t even started to head to his first class of the day, and he was already getting an erection. He scrambled to gather the books for his first class as the head of his penis started to expand with blood. The shaft began to become more firm and push outward from his body. This was the point he realised another disadvantage of the triangle covering his member. The material wasn’t like cotton, where he could easily adjust his growing problem with a simple shake or subtle manoeuvre. As he jostled the waistband of the g-string through his shorts, his genitals clung to their position against the material. Panic stricken, Simon hunched forward and awkwardly tried to shield himself with his books as he attempted some more aggressive manipulations. Short of pulling the triangle completely away from his bits, he realized that his penis was not going to shift into a less obvious position. So continuing to hunch forward, he made a mad dash for his class, to the confused and amused looks of students along the way.

Sitting down at his desk, Simon tried his best not to garner attention of his nearby classmates as he quickly grabbed the crotch of his shorts and the g-string through them, and plucked the material away from contact with his straining erection. With this momentary motion and reprieve of contact, his erection flicked itself upwards before the triangle snapped back into place. Unfortunately, he could feel that the head of his organ was now poking out above the top of the triangle, so he swiftly yanked the waistband up to rehouse it. As he did so, he felt the string wedge itself further between his buttocks.

Simon glanced down to make sure his current condition was now well disguised. It was passable, he hoped. His erection twitched in his lap, which in turn pulled the edges of the triangle along his balls, sending goosebumps up his entire body.

The class hadn’t even started, and two girls were already angling their phones at his crotch from either side, capturing his first struggle of the day. Simon was of course once again too preoccupied to notice this.

Simon was doing everything he could to ignore the sensations surrounding his nether regions. And as the teacher entered the room and began their math lesson, everything became infinitely more unmanageable.

The catalyst was a simple drop of precum. Where this would normally absorb into the fabric of whatever he was wearing, Sarah’s modified design instead gave the emission nothing to do but create a slippery surface for the head of his penis. As it twitched again, it slid effortlessly against the immediately slickened latex. This sudden and unexpected movement felt amazing to Simon’s cock, and it reactively lurched again, spreading the lubricant and producing another drop in the process.

Simon wanted to scream as he realized he was rapidly escalating to the same situation he found himself in at lunch time the previous day. Only this time, it was happening even faster, and in the middle of an entire classroom of his fellow students!

Leaning forward slightly was his next mistake, as he felt his cock slide against its latex-like boundary with minimal friction, but with enough sensation to drive the thing into an invigorated bout of involuntary flexes.

Rub, ooze, rub, slip, slide, twitch, slip, lurch, ooze....

He leaned back again, twisting this way and that, hoping to somehow stop the ongoing sensual contact with the slippery surface. But every attempt, every movement resulted in more sliding around, the sensations and lubrication only intensifying.

Within just five minutes, he could feel that the slippery juices had made their way to his balls, and now the whole triangle began gliding against his privates, every slight movement causing his penis to twitch, and every twitch causing the triangle to shift against the entire frontal surface of his genitals, in an unforgiving cycle.

This nightmare couldn’t be real!

Here he was, less than ten minutes into a class that went for forty minutes, knowing that there wasn’t the remotest possibility he could last much longer. He was going to cum in the middle of class, and there was nothing he would be able to do to stop it!

The two girls either side of Simon angling their phones at his groin smiled at each other excitedly as they heard Simon’s breathing intensify subtly, and watched as he very clearly tried to fight the urge to squirm about. They had both seen the video posted last night, and they knew what must have been going on. What they were lucky enough to be capturing.

As the boy began to feel himself approaching that precipice of no return, he knew something had to be done. If he came, it had nowhere to go but out the sides of the triangle. It would absolutely soak the front of his shorts, and nothing would hide that. As much as he didn’t want to risk attracting attention to himself, he had no choice but to reach down once again, and hold the stimulating surface up and away from contact with his genitals.

After making the move, he sat there as motionless as possible. Perhaps nobody had noticed what he was doing. His right fist gripped and held steadfast the front of his shorts away from his groin beneath the desk. He sensed his erection continuing to bob about, but without coming into contact with anything, it began to calm down and back away from that terrifying precipice.

He didn’t dare look around, to the benefit of the girls either side of him.

Around five minutes later, the little guy had returned to a flaccid state, and Simon was able to finally release the hold on his shorts.

The triangle landed back onto his genitals, though now slightly askew, with the head of his penis peeking out the left side of the triangle. Instinctively, he shuffled in his seat in an effort to correct this. He felt his penis slide beneath the slick triangular covering and pop out the right side. He gave the underwear a little tug the other way, and was reminded of the limited size of the garment as the sides of the triangle again stroked against his scrotum.

This was all it took to have Simon’s penis begin to stir once again.

This time, with an almost frictionless surface to shift against, the thing rose without hindrance at record speed. In fact, as his erection reached its full throbbing glory for the second time that class, the eager pulsing caused the head of his cock to slip up and out above the g-string’s waistband. Simon let out a gasp as he felt the caress of the loose, slippery waistband gently grazing his frenulum with the unencumbered twitching of his engorged, horny member.

For the first time that day, he dared to turn to his right, worried that his gasp may have spotlighted his predicament to the girl sitting beside him.

And he thought he might die of embarrassment when he saw Aisha clearly stifling a laugh, and - worst of all - with what appeared to be her phone pointed right at his crotch under the desk!

It was likely that she simply had her phone out, but he couldn’t shake the idea that she might have been catching his lap on video as he had openly wrestled with his boy-bits.

He decided, for peace of mind, he would watch and wait until the phone camera definitely wasn’t pointed at him, to adjust the waistband of the g-string.

As the seconds ticked by, he was only becoming more paranoid that Aisha was in fact filming him. And as the thoughts of this built, he felt his penis twitching with more urgency, his frenulum continuing to be stroked up and down against the loosely-hugging waistband.

“Please just move the phone!” he silently begged Aisha, feeling the returning threat of an undesired climax.

He had a choice to make, and very little time to make it. He could either leave himself in this self-stimulating position and allow himself to cum directly into the front of his school shorts, with the possibility that Aisha would have it all on video.... Or, he could quickly grab at his crotch to adjust the g-string again, and essentially just buy himself a little more time before ultimately being stimulated to an unwanted climax anyway - again, with the possibility that Aisha would have it all on video.

Wanting to put off the moment from which there would be no coming back, Simon grabbed the front of his shorts and the underwear beneath, and wrenched them upward again. The twitching head of his penis mashed itself upwards without hesitation, and within a few twitches he felt the glans of his cock slide out to freedom again, the waistband again teasingly resting on and gently flossing his frenulum.

He couldn’t even look at Aisha now. If she was filming him.... god, he didn’t want to know.

The only thing he was certain about was that he would cum with even a few more moments like this. Consequences of being noticed be damned, he had to stop the stimulation.

Not daring look at anyone, he once more pulled the teasing fabric away from contact with himself, and held it there while he waited for his erection to subside.

He only had to go through this battle once more before the end of the class.

Chapter 9: “Can we talk?”

When the bell rang for morning break, Simon dashed from the classroom, eager to find Sarah and put an end to this horrific experience. By the time he reached the hallway outside the classroom, the slippery movements all over his penis and testicles were already re-awakening his fragile teenage libido.

Coming to the conclusion that there was no difference in sensations whether he moved fast or slow, he began a mad sprint to where he seemed to recall Sarah’s locker was. As he ran, he felt his member rising, and sliding effortlessly upwards. With great relief, he caught Sarah in front of her locker, talking with a group of friends. They all went quiet and turned to look at Simon with Cheshire Cat grins as he slowed to a halt before them, sensing from his forward-hunch and the way he held his books in front of him that all was not calm on the southern front.

“Can we talk?” Simon asked between heavy breaths.
“What’s up?” Sarah responded casually.

The group of girls continued to stare, eager to hear what he had to say.

“Uhm, can we talk in private? It’s important”, he said, eyeing his disturbingly engaged audience.
“Sure.... Can we have a minute, girls?” She asked her fan club, who obediently dispersed.

The very moment Simon felt the girls were out of earshot, he launched into pleading with Sarah.

“I’ve changed my mind about today. I need my you-know-whats back.”

Sarah was very happy to hear her design seemed to be doing what she had hoped it would. She did her best not to grin too openly as she pried for more detail.

“Whaddaya mean?” she asked, innocently.
“Girls underwear is definitely designed for girls only” he said, hoping he wouldn’t have to elaborate.
“I don’t follow,” Sarah responded, prompting him to elaborate.

Simon couldn’t work out how to explain his morning to her. Or rather, he could, but could never bring himself to go into the detail that would be required.

“This underwear is much, much worse for me than yesterday’s. Please, just let me go back to my own for the rest of today.”

Sarah stared stone-faced at him.

“We could try again on Monday with a different pair?” He bargained.

Sarah didn’t even for the slightest of moments pretend to ponder his offer.

“Here’s the thing,” She said, looking down a little sheepishly at her feet, “And please don’t be mad....”

Simon dreaded whatever she might be about to say.

“When I ran to my locker to stash away your underwear this morning, I noticed that you’d already.... uh.... leaked in them a little....”

Simon blushed. The anticipation of the day’s events had obviously taken their toll, and the evidence of this hadn’t gone unnoticed by him when he had changed out of them that morning. He had just hoped she wouldn’t be as observant as he was.

“Th-that’s fine,” he stammered, trying to move quickly past this information, “They’ll be okay to wear for today.”

“Well that’s.... The problem....” she continued, “When I saw it, I kind of.... took it upon myself to go and wash them in the bathroom.”

“You what?” Simon almost screamed. The one answer to all his problems for the remainder of the day had been literally drowned.

“Well sorry for trying to be helpful!” she snapped, “I figured they’d have time to dry before the end of the day! It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself in my underwear!”

“Shhhh!” Simon hushed Sarah, who appeared to be getting very close to making their “arrangement” a little more public than he wanted.

“I’d offer to trade you the ones you gave back to me to wear today, but I’m guessing you’ve already got a little of your stuff on the ones you’re wearing?” She asked.

A little was an understatement, he thought, nodding shamefully.

“Well unless you’ve got any other ideas, there seems to be only two options” Sarah advised, easing into a carefree lilt that left Simon feeling belittled about the whole situation, “You can manage to pull yourself together and make it through the day wearing the underwear, or you can take them off and make it through the day without any underwear. They are both very easy solutions, I really have no idea why you’re making such a big deal about it.”

“I can’t wear them for the rest of the day, and you know I can’t go without underwear.”

Sarah gave him an adoring smile, and made a pitying sound.

“I’m really sorry, Simon. I don’t have any other options for you. But you'll be okay. See you at the end of school, ‘kay?”

Sarah turned and headed back to her groupies who were still standing nearby, giggling with each other as they snuck glances back at Simon. This didn’t go unnoticed by the boy, either. Had she told them what was going on? Or was his boner really that obvious? Whichever it was, neither was good.

Nor was either option of his impossible choice he had been left with. Spend the rest of the day fighting off the teasing of this underwear, or spend the day fighting off getting wet patches all over his school shorts as a result of going without underwear.

Given his morning, he felt like anything would be better than keeping the underwear on. He took a moment to recall his struggles in the bathroom the prior afternoon. It wouldn’t be easy, but the shorts-only option seemed like stimulation would be less of a problem once he returned to sitting still in class. It only seemed to be a huge problem when he was moving around.

“Need a hand?” Came a sudden but confident voice to snap him out of his thoughts. He looked to the source of the voice to see Courtney Freschall standing to his side and smiling sweetly at him.

“You look like you’re struggling with your books,” Courtney elaborated helpfully, “You want some help?”

“Uh, no, no, I-I’m okay, thanks”, Simon insisted, straightening up slightly and holding the books close to his crotch. The straightening motion only succeeded in coercing Simon’s mushroom tip into popping once again out the top of the frustratingly undersized g-string. He winced.

“Your face says otherwise, buddy” Courtney noted, and grabbed hold of the sides of his books. Simon tightened his grip, and Courtney began pulling with increased insistence.

“What gives?” Courtney asked, tugging in sudden jolts to try and liberate the books from Simon’s ensnarement, “I’m just trying to give you a hand!”

As he struggled to keep a grip on the books from Courtney’s sporadic tugs, the lurches of exertion transferred to the freed head of his penis beneath his shorts, causing it to jostle about up against the thin and precariously stainable fabric. He knew from the mortifying moment in the bathroom with Sarah the previous afternoon that it would not take much time for spots of precum to start showing on the front of his shorts if left like this, and in a flustered panic, he relinquished his grip on the books in favor of pulling the g-string waistband up at the front. Courtney took full advantage of Simon’s muddled priorities, stepping back a little with his books. Simon quickly adjusted himself through the shorts, and Courtney pretended not to notice what he was doing, despite how unsubtle it was.

The girls across the way stifled gasps and giggles as Simon’s predicament revealed itself through a phone one of them was pointing at the scene. Simon was too absorbed in his own struggles to notice. He returned to standing as upright as he felt was safe to keep his stiff member from slipping free again. Unfortunately his sense of safety still wasn’t entirely confident, as this garment and his ability to judge its behavior had proved themselves to be wildly at odds with each other.

“Sorry, I thought you were trying to steal my books,” Simon feebly lied.

“What kid would want to steal textbooks?” Courtney laughed, before squinting playfully at him, “Unless they’re not just textbooks.... Are you hiding something, Simon?”

“No!” Simon answered, far too eagerly than he should have. Courtney laughed again.

“You’re a weird one, Blanchwood,” she said, nudging him jovially with her book-filled arm, “So where’s your locker?”

“Uh, this way”, Simon gestured ahead of him, before gesturing back at the books and suggesting “You know, I could carry some of those....”

“Nah, I got ‘em”, came Courtney’s response, walking confidently ahead, leaving Simon with both no coverage and no choice but to follow her.

About four steps in, and just three words into his next sentence, Simon felt the g-string waistband slip down over the head of his cock once again.

“My locker is.... Uh! It’s.... down.... here and....”

He tried to continue his train of thought, feeling the waistband slipping further down against his shaft, then up again a little, with every stride. The fabric of his shorts tickled the tip as each reluctant step pulled and released pressure against it.

“It’s.... on the.... on the left.... at the end of.... of this corridor.”

Simon felt far more out of breath than this leisurely-paced stroll should have induced. Still nervous about the consequences of leaving his stimulated organ exposed to the fabric of his shorts for too long, he adjusted the waistband again when he was sure nobody was looking. And again, he felt the caress of the waistband over the head of his penis and down its shaft as his erection slipped free just a few steps later.

“One of these?” Courtney asked as they came to the last few lockers at the end of the corridor. She almost blew her cover of innocence by bursting out laughing, when she turned around to face Simon and saw how he was standing.

Simon was in his now-trademark slightly hunched forward stance, each of his balled-up fists holding the waistband of his underwear up through his shorts, and pulling the shorts away from his body slightly, presumably to hide his state of unparalleled stimulation.

Before Simon had a chance to gauge her reaction, Courtney turned away. In doing so, she was happy to see at least two more girls documenting the scene, while doing an incredible job at remaining inconspicuous about doing so. She was confident she could enjoy this scene later. Cameras were rolling. She could have some fun now.

“Which one is it?” Courtney asked, turning back to the boy, her excited eyes challenging him to release the grip on his underwear to point out his locker. All of his attention was now focussed on maintaining a facial expression that projected nothing was wrong, and as a result he had become completely oblivious to the contrary message the rest of his body was telling Courtney and the girls filming the unusual scene.

“Oh, uh, s-second from the end” Simon stammered, his knuckles going white from the clenched fists of fabric either side of his crotch.

Courtney smiled as she prepared to take in Simon’s reaction to her next question.

“You wanna unlock it?”

The agitated teen winced again as he realized what he obviously now had to do. Letting go of his shorts with his right hand, he hastily fished about in his pocket for his locker key. Courtney fixated on the boy’s crotch with keen interest as he raised the key to the padlock on his locker door, fumbling to try and unlock it with one hand. After a few moments, his frustration of this futile one-handed attempt won over, and he released the only remaining grip on his shorts to steady the padlock with his left hand. For a good eight seconds, Courtney took in the sight of his unshielded crotch bulge, and the girls documenting from a safe distance revelled in his full, bobbing exposure on their phone displays. They giggled as they saw his fascinating organ pop out above the top elastic of the barely-visible underwear once again.

Simon tried to ignore it as he felt it twitching and aching for release, and instead worked to focus on his task of opening the locker for Courtney as quickly as possible.

Courtney let out a gasp as a small pinprick of moisture suddenly darkened the twitching peak of the bulge in Simon’s shorts fabric. She looked up for a moment to make sure Simon hadn’t heard her.

With a click, the padlock snapped open and Simon unhooked it from the locker door. He flung the door open and returned to the safety of his scrunch-and-hunch while Courtney lifted the stack of books into his locker.

“You okay?” Courtney asked as she turned back to him, finally feeling the need to acknowledge his absurd stance.

“Uhh, yeah....” Simon said with a gulp.

“It’s just that you’re all hunched over and.... It uh.... it looks like you’re playing with yourself through your shorts....” Courtney timidly suggested, gesturing to the fists groping his crotch.

Simon, startled by this assumption on Courtney’s part, jumped to correct her with any other plausible explanation that would be less embarrassing. He blushed as he heard the next words leave his lips, and hurriedly closed his locker door to end their transaction.

“No! I just.... need to.... go.... pee....”

He couldn’t bear to look at Courtney as the infantile words came out, and instead focussed his attention on trying to hook the padlock back onto his locker.

“Aww, you poor thing, I can see that now....” Courtney said in a pitying tone. Simon followed Courtney’s gaze down to the area he had hoped she wouldn’t look, and noticed for the first time the small wet spot over the tip of his penis tent. He let go of the padlock and threw his hands back to the center of Courtney’s attention.

“You should go tinkle before you wet your pants any more” Courtney suggested in as sincere a way as she could muster through her unadulterated amusement.

Simon didn’t need any further prompting to turn on his heels and run to the nearest restroom.

As he ran, he tugged the underwear up, and the familiar cycle of ever-escalating stimulation began again.

Rounding a corner, he could see his goal at the end of the corridor. Unfortunately he could also feel his stimulated genitals about to approach a goal of their own. In urgent need of a bathroom cubicle’s refuge before the unthinkable happened, a sudden surge of pure adrenaline caused him to straighten up, release his defensive grip on his underwear and he broke into a desperate sprint, almost immediately feeling his cock pop free again and proceed to dance unshielded against the material of his shorts.

Every bound caused the lube-sodden waistband to stroke down and up his shaft, and the head of his cock to press in all the right ways against the unapologetically present fabric of his school uniform. He could sense he was drawing the attention of students as he flew past them. He could sense his impending orgasm - perhaps only a matter of steps away. But then so was the doorway of the bathroom.

Stroke!

....Just....

Stroke!

....a few....

Stroke!

....more....

Stroke!

....yards....

Stroke!

No.... He had misjudged how close he was to climaxing! The morning’s endless teasing to the brink and back again had completely done a number on him. Approximately three strides away from his sanctuary, he felt the initial throes of his penis finally giving in to the pleasures waved in front of it all morning.

He ran into the bathroom and to a cubicle as fast as he could, locking it behind him as he felt the gushing of his penis already doing its worst. Looking down, his greatest fears were brought into reality - his ejaculate having easily penetrated the thin fabric and oozing down the outside of his shorts. He quickly lowered them and watched the exhausted head of his erection as its final twitches squeezed out the last dribbles of cum.

“Ohhhh.” He said to himself, as the gravity of his situation sank in. “Ohhhh shiiiiit....”

Chapter 10: “Hang in there, bro”

It wasn’t until Simon had rushed to remove his shoes, shorts and the underwear that he fully realized it was too late to prevent any damage being done. Naked from the waist down, he stood holding his thoroughly soiled shorts, tears threatening to well in his eyes, and trying to work out what his next move could possibly be. Any semblance of pleasure he could have derived from that sword of Damocles in the shape of an orgasm, had been heavily overshadowed by the troublesome mess it had left behind.

“Shit, shit, shit!” he repeated.
“Are you alright?” Came a snickering voice from the next cubicle along.

Simon froze. It hadn’t occurred to him that someone else might be in the restroom. He wasn’t sure whether explaining his situation to the mystery voice was the best idea - the school had it’s fair share of bullies, and from this brief dialogue, he had no idea if this person was friend or foe. Sure, things were impossibly bad for him right now, but they could always get impossibly worse, he thought.

On the other hand, if he didn’t take this potential lifeline, it’s not like things were going to get any better.

“I’m just.... not feeling well,” Simon said, hoping that playing the sympathy card would help keep the encounter favoring a positive direction.

“Okay, well, hang in there, bro”, came the stranger’s response.

Simon waited in awkward silence before hearing the sound of a flush, the running of a faucet and the unknown boy leaving him alone in the restroom. Alone to ponder how the heck he was going to get out of this, and realizing that he had just lost a potential lifeline by letting the unknown boy leave.

He stared in complete disbelief at the messy shorts in his hands. Then he looked down at his body. His limp genitals sat in an exhausted and unimpressively retreated state, begging to be covered up again.

Before he could formulate another thought toward a plan of action, the sound of footsteps entering the restroom grabbed his attention, and then the voice from before spoke once again.

“Uh.... Simon, is it?”

Simon hesitantly cleared his throat before confirming his identity.

“Yeah?” He said, instinctively covering his crotch with the sticky bundle of shorts.
“There’s a girl waiting for you outside? Asked if you need anything?”

Simon felt a rush of coldness over his skin. The girl was probably Courtney as she was the one person who definitely knew where he was, but he also couldn’t rule out that it might be Sarah, who knew what was really going on today, and might actually be able to help him out of this predicament. But he couldn’t very well relay that what he needed was a change of shorts, through this anonymous third party. And there was also the added possibility that the girl outside was someone else altogether, who had just seen him fly into the restroom as though his life depended on it.

He had already felt the panic of isolation and helplessness setting in from the moments after the mystery voice had left the bathroom the first time around. If he didn’t take this potentially day-saving olive branch, he would never forgive himself.

But then.... if this was Sarah outside, and she was asking if he needed help out of this situation, how the heck could he articulate that, via this boy, without revealing that he was pantsless?

“Dude,” he heard the voice say, “I got stuff to do before the bell. What do you want me to tell her?”

The boy sounded like he was losing patience fast.

“Can you just tell her.... uh.... to wait?”
“Okay,” came the response, “Hope you feel better.”

Footsteps faded back into the gentle murmur of the school, and he heard the main door of the bathroom clunk shut.

After a few moments of anxious waiting, he decided he would make a run for the restroom doorway before anyone else came in. He was terrified at the thought of someone entering while he was out of the cubicle and buck-naked, but from his recent sprint down the corridor, he knew this to be unlikely, since the foot traffic to this particular area of the school building was fairly quiet. Still, making himself so vulnerable wasn’t an easy decision. Shakily unlocking his cubicle door, he ran to the doorway of the bathroom, and careful not to reveal himself to whoever it was waiting for him, he very, very carefully opened it a small way and peered out.

Simon was only provided a split second of relief when he saw Sarah’s face looking back at him. He was not at all prepared for the beaming faces of five other girls standing at her sides.

He felt from their clamoring and the looks they were giving him, that they somehow knew he was pantsless behind the door. He told himself there was no way they could possibly know this, but the thought wouldn’t dislodge. The recklessness of his anxiety-driven decision that had led him to be standing in this position swirled dizzyingly around his head, taunting him.

“Are you okay?” Sarah asked, suppressing a smirk and then gesturing to one of the girls sporting a blonde bob-cut, “Kellie here saw you running down the corridor a minute ago. Said you looked panicked?”

Simon squeezed the moist bundle of clothes between his legs guardedly behind the door. He looked meaningfully at Sarah, then at the girls around her, then back at Sarah.

Was she deliberately playing with him? She knew the trouble he was having - they had talked about it only minutes ago!

Sarah was losing the battle in suppressing her smirk. She was absolutely basking in the power she felt from making Simon squirm. A twitch of a smile was all it took for Simon to realise that she knew exactly what she was doing.

But exactly how did she expect him to play along? Start an open discussion about his predicament in front of her five friends? He imagined they’d all be deeply enthralled and far too interested in him regaling them with the intimate details of his boy-parts and their tortuous morning!

“I’m.... Uh.... Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” He stammered, “But.... can I talk to you in private again?”

Though nothing was said, Simon could swear he sensed the interest audibly intensifying from the surrounding girls.

“You wanna come out here then? Unless you want me to come in there with you?” she suggested jokingly, her smirk now fully present and untamed.

“No, no no, no!” Simon enthusiastically replied, “I just.... Can we talk here? Girls, can we just have a minute?”

The girls knew something very interesting was going on, and had become used to being able to quench their curiosity of such things using their phones. The thick wooden door was providing a now-rare moment of mystery for the girls, and they made no efforts to hide their intrigue.

“It’s okay Simon,” Said Kellie, “Whatever you want to share with Sarah will stay between us.”

Simon didn’t like her tone. It seemed disingenuous. But also, like hell was he going to share his situation with anyone else! Especially a bunch of his female classmates!

Simon groaned. He wasn’t equipped with the words, nor the quick-thinkingness, to be able to play this game.

“I don’t think they’re going away Simon, and I can’t make them. Sorry”, Sarah said, compassionately.

“You know what we were talking about before?” Simon asked Sarah, trying to ignore the surrounding eyes and grins in his periphery.

“Uhhhh....” Sarah mockingly pretended to rack her brain for what he could possibly be referring to.

“Well I know you said they’re not an option right now because of.... how they are right now....” Simon attempted a cryptic dialogue with Sarah, speaking slowly and watching her eyes closely to make sure she was following him. A simple nod indicated for him to continue.

“....The thing is, I still need them. I can’t explain, but I really, really need them now. Regardless of their.... state. Please....”

Simon stopped himself from talking before his words threatened to become nothing more than a desperate whimper. Nobody said anything for a moment. Kellie was the first to speak.

“Sarah borrowed something from you?”

“Not exactly,” Sarah explained, every word she spoke escalating Simon’s state of panic that she would accidentally let slip a small detail that would give the game away. “It’s more like I’m minding something of Simon’s, and in the process of repairing it.”

“Right, right,” Simon eagerly agreed, “And even though they’re - though the thing is still being repaired, I’d very much just like them, er, it, back, now.”

The girls all looked around at each other in amused puzzlement. Of course there were questions, which the tallest of this group of girls, an incongruously excitable brunette who Simon didn’t know, was quick to voice.

“What is this thing, and why can’t you wait? Is it gonna take too long to fix?”
“It’ll be fixed by the end of the day, Fiona.” Sarah offered, unhelpfully for Simon.
“For gods’ sake, just tell us what it is!” Kellie laughed, as if it would be no big deal.

Sarah raised her eyebrows at Simon, indicating he would be fielding this one.

“It’s.... uh.... a science textbook!” Simon finally suggested, “And I need it for my next class!”

Sarah swallowed a laugh and decided to help Simon dig himself into an even deeper hole.

“Right. I was fixing it for him, but I thought I had the afternoon to do it. It really is a mess the way it is right now.”

“But Sarah,” Kellie jumped in, “You have math with me next period, right? Couldn’t you lend him yours?”

Simon didn’t like where this analogous tale was headed.

“Well that’s the thing,” Sarah went in for the kill, “I have lent him mine. Simon, please don’t tell me you’ve lost mine?”

Simon felt the girls’ eyes back on him, awaiting his response.

“Well, no.... No, I haven’t lost yours, but....”

“Then what, you’ve damaged mine too? Worse than the damage that yours had?”

Simon hesitated, before he found himself with no logical choice but to confirm Sarah’s assumptions in this parallel story.

“Well you better find a way to fix it, or go without, because I can’t help you.”

Simon had never before felt this level of frustration. Sarah was simply not going to budge on the issue. All this conversation had achieved was re-hashing the same argument they had undergone earlier, but in a bizarre coded language in front of a bunch of girls that clearly had an ever-increasing curiosity about the hastily cobbled together coverup story.

“Hey, Simon,” Kellie said, “This might be a mistake, because it sounds like you have a really bad track record with these things, but you can borrow mine if you want.”

Sarah snort-laughed. “What do you say, Simon? Think you could keep yourself from ruining Kellie’s?”

Simon glared at Sarah as she laughed at her own joke that nobody else understood.

“I’m sure he’ll take good care of it”, Kellie said in Simon’s defence, only causing him to blush and Sarah to laugh even harder.

“No, you’re right, Kellie,” Sarah encouraged, stepping toward Simon, “That’s a perfect solution, right? Come with us now, and we’ll go get it!”

Sarah reached to grab hold of the hand Simon was using to hold the door ajar. He quickly backed away, allowing the door to clunk closed in their faces.

“Uh, no thanks Kellie!” He responded with a cracking voice from behind the door, “I’ll see if I can clean - uh - fix Sarah’s....”

He heard Sarah giggling in amusement at the response and at how flustered Simon had become. “Thank you!” She shouted jovially back at him.

Clothes still balled up tightly over his crotch, Simon hurried back to the safety of his cubicle as the girls’ giggling and excited voices faded into the distance. He had no idea how Sarah was planning to explain away what had just happened to the girls, and desperately hoped she wasn’t going to spill the beans to them.

It was only a minute later that the bell rang, throwing Simon with full force back into reality. Now was his chance to try and find a way out of this. With everyone heading to their next class, he felt it was safe enough to leave the cubicle once more, and attempt to clean his shorts and Sarah’s underwear under the bathroom sink faucet.

It took only a second for Simon to work out that wetting the entirety of the shorts was his best option - a wet patch where he had cleaned them would be much more obvious to any onlookers than if he wet the full garment. The blue shorts would be slightly darker than usual, but uniformly so.

He pulled the damp shorts up his legs hurriedly, to assess the results in the bathroom mirror. The darker tone was not really noticeable. What he had not anticipated however was how much the wet fabric would cling to his skin, regardless of how much effort he had put into wringing them dry. In fact, the wet material clung so badly as to make far more detail of his cold, retreating genitals apparent than he would ever be comfortable with anyone seeing.

It was now a no-brainer that he would need to put the underwear back on.

He sighed as he proceeded to rinse his ejaculate off the strange, slick fabric of Sarah’s g-string. Simon could tell from the type of material that squeezing moisture out of them was not an option, so he shook them vigorously, then knowing how late he was now going to be to his next class, gave them a quick, cursory dabbing with paper towel before slipping his shorts off, underwear on, and shorts on again.

Hurrying to his locker to grab his belongings for his next class, the light gripping sensation the slightly wet latex triangle was inflicting on his groin was hard to ignore. Having ejaculated so recently, he knew he wasn’t as heavily at risk of being stimulated at the moment, and figured he should be able to make it to class and cease the movements before it became an issue.

But when he reached his locker, an unfamiliar yellow padlock was on the door in place of his own.

It took only a few seconds for Simon to piece together what had happened.

Courtney. He had left Courtney at his unlocked locker when he had raced off to the bathroom. She had obviously, for whatever reason, put her own lock on it in place of his.

He cursed to himself, and with no other option, dashed to his class before anyone caught him. The last thing he needed right now was to be accused of straggling.

As he slipped in through the door of the science lab, every single girl in his class - without exception - fixed their eyes on the small protrusion at the front of Simon’s skin-clinging shorts. Yes, the underwear had helped to muffle too much of a defined shape, but there was still a lump, and an unmistakably small lump at that.

It made no sense to the girls in the class as they looked at it. They had seen his penis in the iconic video the previous night (and pictures of his substantially-sized organ from earlier this very day had even already started making the rounds) - where could it possibly have gone? The tiny lump they could see between his legs right now defied any logic! What exactly was it that they were looking at here?

Of course, these girls of Gilton Point Middle School had a way to find out.

Phones snaked and craned their way around edges of lab benches, the collective female student body eager to learn what new and fascinating thing was going on inside Simon’s pants.

This would have been immediately noticeable to Simon had his attention not been immediately seized by the teacher, Mrs McDouren.

“The bell went five minutes ago, Mr Blanchwood”, She exclaimed, throwing both hands in the direction of the clock with all the intensity of a hard-hitting lawyer nailing home an irrefutable piece of evidence to a jury.

“Sorry Mrs McDouren,” Simon offered, fidgeting a little with the sides of his shorts, and not daring to break eye contact with her.

“We’ve already split into pairs for today’s activity. Where have you been?”
“The bathroom. Sorry....”
“Where are your books?”
“I.... I’m sorry....”

Mrs McDouren rushed out an agitated sigh, and rather than try to pry a further explanation from Simon, resulting in him wasting even more of her lesson, she picked up a stack of paper from her desk and lifted it in his direction.

“Simon’s going to bring a piece of graph paper around for you to plot your experiment’s findings for today”, She informed the class, before looking back at Simon. “Simon, two sheets per table please”

Simon sheepishly made his way to Mrs McDouren’s desk, feeling his damp shorts hugging tightly and the wet latex of the underwear rolling his cold little protrusion left and right with each step.

Most of the girls in the room with their phones out would need to wait until after class to safely look at what they were capturing on their phones in this moment. As curious as they were, they were all still extremely disciplined - almost hard-wired at this point, in the importance of not getting caught by their teachers or any other male classmates.

The few girls who were in positions to safely monitor as they recorded however, were nothing short of stunned. It would take a little scrutiny and discussions in a forum post at the end of the day to determine the cause of Simon’s shrunken organ and its weird waggling physics.

In fact, as Simon made his way around the class, the footage that was captured from each filming girl’s phone was to later become source material for a delightful multi-camera edit, documenting his awkward journey around the science lab.

To make matters worse for Simon, as he embarked on this journey, he discovered that his reprieve from being so easily stimulated was unequivocally over. He had only moved on from handing out the first two sheets of paper when he found himself drifting into that headspace. That (entirely unintentional) concentrated state of awareness of his genitals, an unfortunate signal that he would soon start growing again.

Simon tried to take his mind off of this, and decided to focus on planning his journey around the room. He figured out the most efficient route to get this over with in as little steps as possible. Down the right hand side of the room, then up the middle row of benches, then down the left hand side, where he hoped he would be able to then curl up in the back corner of the room and die.

But through the very process of trying to distract himself with determining the most efficient route, the underlying and embedded goal of wiggling his penis about as little as possible, was right there, bringing that headspace right back to exactly where he didn’t want to be.

The crowdsourced multi-cam video that was to be uploaded to the forum showed an uninterrupted account of what happened beneath Simon’s shorts.

As he made his slow journey around the room, Simon unwillingly and unwittingly shared with the array of cameras his penis’ complete gamut of states, from cold and shrivelled, gradually waggling and wiggling itself into a longer and thicker state, before pushing out and upwards, away from his body and much more aggressively against the wall of rubbery fabric in front of it.

The worst part of the journey for Simon was as he turned at the front of the room to embark on the final leg of his walk, down the left side of the class. More specifically, it was the worst because he could feel his erection now straining to point straight up, but being restricted by the stubborn triangle. Even more specifically still, it was the worst because he glanced down to confirm his state, and saw the most unmistakable tenting he had ever seen on a person.

Simon pulled the remaining sheets of paper down in front of his crotch in an attempt to mask the gratuitous embodiment of his arousal. He begged silently to any gods that might be listening, to put an end to his ordeal. At any moment, he knew, someone at any one of the benches he was passing by could spot his state, and bring it to everyone’s attention.

He pressed the papers over his front at a slight angle to the underside of the offensive tent, hoping he could nudge it up into a less-obvious positioning. Though he had tried this earlier in the day with no success, the fabric was still a little wet, and combined with a small amount of new precum that chose that moment to leak out, the nudge was all his penis needed to slip upward and out of such an obvious state.

He braced himself for the all too familiar feeling again as a couple of steps forward brought the head poking up above the slippery waistband of the cock-teasing g-string. But although he thought he knew what to expect, this time he was hit with an altogether new sensation on top of the familiar one. As his cock tip came into contact with the inside of his shorts, the wet fabric’s cooling properties brought a new dimension to the unstoppable masturbation machine in his pants. He gasped in shock, and looked around nervously to check he hadn’t been heard, as the change in temperature proceeded to weave its way in and out of his arousal.

And once again due to the circumstances he’d gotten himself into, he wasn’t in a position where he could adjust it. Too many eyes were on him. He couldn’t move the band back up over the head. He just had to keep walking, unable to halt the slippery waistband’s jiggling, rubbing and teasing of his excited frenulum, nor the rush of coolness over the head of his penis as his motion filtered air through the wet fabric and directly over its obscenely bulbous surface.

Despite his rapidly escalating arousal, he managed to finally reach the last pair of students at the back of the room, handing them their two sheets of paper and leaving him with one last piece to timidly shield his now-less-sticky-outy-but-still-probably-noticable erection. He surveyed the room he had just traversed, unable to locate anyone who was partnerless, and to whom he might need to pair up with.

Mrs McDouren, who had been speaking to the class during Simon’s tortuous trek, took this moment to acknowledge the raised hand of Kim, a girl seated two rows in front of where Simon continued to fidget nervously with his graph paper.

“Mrs McDouren, my paper has a wet patch in the middle of it”, Kim informed the teacher, holding it up so that the class could see.

A murmuring of “Hey, same” and “oh, mine too” came from almost the entirety of the row of students Simon had just walked down. He almost fainted as several more students lifted their paper in the air to display the issue. Perhaps it wasn’t obvious to these students, but what Simon saw was a sea of pages featuring a damp print of his erect penis and nut sack from where he had been holding the stack of sheets against himself. What’s more, the shape and measurements of the cursed thing were unapologetically laid out for all to see on graph paper, no less!

“Oh goodness, I must have had them sitting in a spill,” Mrs McDouren sighed, turning and rifling through a nearby drawer to procure some replacement sheets. “Simon, collect up the soiled sheets and then distribute these replacements out to Kimberley and anyone else with their hand up.”

Simon wished he could externalise the screaming inside his head at the thought of making yet another journey in his current state. He would maybe make it back to the front of the room before the underwear made him cum. Maybe. At any rate, his cock would be twitching and pulsing like there was no tomorrow, right at the front of the class. And that would only be the halfway point of his new mission, before he would have to walk around distributing the new sheets of paper - and this time, obviously not being able to shield himself with them, lest everyone in the room discover the real cause of the damp paper.

“Simon! Now!” Mrs McDouren snapped, noting that the boy hadn’t moved so much as an inch.