After finally coming down from my brother's tease I headed off to school. Pulling into the car park I saw all the other students arriving too.
There were so many hot guys... my head was still swimming a little and seeing all my classmates bulges I had to control my breathing and keep calm.
BANG!! BANG!!
Shaken out of my thoughts there stood Ian outside of my car looking at me with a big grin.
"Come on dude, get going else you gonna sit there and salivating."
I grabbed my stuff and climbed out of my car. "Sorry, weird morning." I saw Ian look down at my crotch and smile.
"Went with the old," and the leaning in and whispering "falsie, I see."
"Yea, seemed safer, I was tempted but I'll never be able to cope if everyone knows and starts expecting... well you know." I looked down at Ian's huge bulge and gulped.
"Haha well I can understand that. Imagine if one of the teachers spot that nub, or one of the... weird kids? Like Greg the goth?" Ian clearly found himself immensely funny.
"Ha, no I couldn't." I could... the thought was oddly intriguing...
"I mean based on how many guys are in this school... I bet you're the only one." Ian added conspiratorially. The thought hadn't occurred to me but he was probably right... scary and exciting too.
"Right, come on, maths first thing on a Monday should be banned!" I wanted normal, what could be more normal.
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We were half way through the lesson, something to do with surds or something, but I'd not been paying much attention.
My attention had been on the guys in my class.
Mr. Petersen, the maths teacher, about 25, tall, toned, actually quite hot, and he looked like he was packing some... well when he leaned over to help Ian sat next to me, his meat was resting on the edge of the desk, it looked so inviting, and I could hardly take my eyes off it...
Then there was Greg the goth, he sat to the side of me, his tight faux leather trousers, stretched obscenely over the bulge... and Mike, the school nerd, knew the answer to every question, couldn't keep his hand down, and yet... the bulge in his cord slacks... fuck I was thirsty... hungry... whatever I needed it.
And Ian, I kept glancing, side eye, to his bulge. He somehow didn't notice it too much, but at one point he grabbed my thigh and squeezed it. I was 99% certain it was in solidarity... I think...
Oh god and the class clown, what was his name... Phil, Paul, Pete, something P. He was sat at the back but when he came in, the swagger in his walk, the bulge banging loosely against his thigh... He was sat next to the exchange student, Zayn, cute little Indian guy, he was tiny. Well in height... he clearly was making up for that below as he had the biggest bubble in his trousers. They wear their bulge holders different in India apparently, more out than down. And it was so thick and rounded, his cock head must have been tucked under his massive balls.
Finally... and I'm ashamed of this one... Lewis... ugh I fucking hated that kid. He picked on everyone, he was an asshole. And I still had passed a thought to... what is he packing, it looked huge as well. Well everyone did, but he held himself in such an arrogant way... it was kind of mesmerising. And sadly he had caught me looking at one point. He smirked and shifted in his seat, possibly to give me a better view, or to show he'd seen me looking, I spent my time looking anywhere but towards him at that point.
My stomach growled loudly and I went bright red. I was fucking starving now!