Art Class Part IIArt Class Part II


In my fog-hazed mind, I stood in the aid room at school trying to recap what happened just a few minutes ago in the art class. I could still see the large visible wet stain in the crotch region of my pants. The end of my dick was throbbing, not quite in pain, but in enduring ecstasy. I had to admit the best sexual experience for this boy virgin. Walking was a bit uncomfortable because some of the hairs on my thigh stuck to my pants due to the cum that had run down my leg. I didn’t just have some sort of wet dream or nightmare. I only took Art Class as a fun fill-in to my other studies. How had I ended up with a big sticky mess in my pants? What the fuck had I just done? How is what just happened going to affect me from this point forward? Mrs Ingley knows pretty much what happened in her class and I could only guess what she thought she saw. Bloody hell! I’m only 17 and I could be ruined! What was she going to do and who was she going to tell? The headmaster? My parents? What will my good practicing Catholics parents think! I am not even permitted to masturbate, let alone in a class full of my peers. My parents will be discredited with a son as a sex maniac. Was I going to get kicked out of school? Could this one sexual event screw me for the rest of my life? Standing self absorbed and distressed about my own life evaporating away, I heard sobbing and remembered Helen was in the room. She sat weeping with her head sunk in the pillow on her lap. Suddenly I felt a sorrow and sort of responsible for Helen’s current state. Yes, I know my life is possibly ruined but something buried inside me caused a sudden feel empathy for this girl. She is in the same boat with me and somehow I was the one that started it, I think. What had drawn me to participate in a public mutual masturbation with her today in the classroom? Helen and I had never spoken a word to each other, not even in the last two-year we had been at school together. Now here we were, the two of us, isolated in the medical aid room of a large secondary school. I had to break the ice and talk with Helen. I need to understand more about Helen, and in a way myself, and try to figure out how all of this happened. I looked up at Helen, she had lifted her head up off the pillow and was staring straight at the huge wet stain on the crotch of my pants. Just as I was about to open my mouth to speak, Helen quietly said, Eskişehir Escort “I’m sorry Trevor. I caused that.” I attempted a reply while I moved to the bed to sit down. “Well Helen not really. Obviously I did it but I think you know what made it … umm … helped … me do it.” She kept looking down at my wet patch. By this time the stickiness in my pant was really playing a big part in my overall uncomfortable state. Shortly after I was seated on the bed facing her, Helen murmered, “I am still sorry but when I saw your penis poking up in your pants I was mesmerized and started to imagine what it would look like.” Helen continued to explain, “I know you don’t think too much of me. I see you smirk and turn away when we walk past in the hallway and I know I am not very good looking, well not like those girls that hang around your footy team all the time, and I’m not looking to be your girlfriend you should know.” Helen’s gaze again returns to my crotch and she continued, “I don’t know I can’t help it I must have a problem I… ” I interjected, “Helen you do know that Mrs Ingley saw you and me and well she knows what we were up to.” I paused gathering my thoughts then continued, “Are you worried about getting kicked out of school? Do you want to go to UNI? If she talks about this to anyone we are both screwed.” With tears welling in her eyes again, Helen responded, “I didn’t intended for this to happen I just saw that peak in your pants. Yes, Trevor! I am worried what Mrs Ingley will do. I was the one with my hand down my knickers wasn’t I?!” She started sobbing again, tears rolling down her face. I started to feel real empathy for this girl, not just worried so much for my own well being but I felt concerned for her as well. I bend forward and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, bringing my hand to rest on the side of her face. She looked back at me and with the slight tilt of her head in the direction of my hand, she become a little more calm and composed. Helen said “I have a sick fascination for the male penis. Apart from what I have seen in biology text books, and art history class I have never seen a real man’s penis, but for some reason I am fascinated and fantasize every day what one would look like. I don’t really want to fuck you or any boy for that matter but just to see a man’s penis; it preoccupies my mind every day. I’m Eskişehir Escort Bayan sick I know, I don’t even have any girlfriends to talk to about this about.” As I listened to Helen’s weird rationalization of what had made her do what she did, her state of mind concerned me; is this normal? Do all girls think like this? How should I know! What was I to do? How can I help well both of us? I had no idea. While trying to sensibly think of a solution, my horny nature kicked back in, causing a physical reaction. My cock started swelling with blood and with no underwear that meant the dry, sticky spunk had bonded my cock to the fabric of my pants, making it increasingly more uncomfortable as it grew. The subtle movement of Helen’s hands again distracts me, one of her hands was gently holding my hand to the side of her face – our fingers starting to interlace on her warm cheek. Her other hand was extended forward and cautiously resting on my knee. Not really thinking, I slowly moved my body forward on the bed until just the tail section of by bum was resting on the edge of the bed. As I move forward my knees position between Helen’s inner thighs, she obliged by opening her legs wide to make room while she worked the hand that was resting on my knee so that it is now resting within fingertip reach of my aching cock. My hand that was resting on her cheek separated from hers and moves around the back of her head, my fingers entwine within her shoulder length chestnut hair. My free hand took hold of the corner of the pillow in Helen’s lap and gently I pulled it sideways. It fell on the floor next to Helen’s chair. Helen sensuously looked deep into my eyes, I slowly close my eyes and tilt my head down submissively. Her eyes open wide while her fingers moved forward again as she starts tracing the outline of my cock. In a very feminine and gentle way she starts massaging my cock through my pants. She was very careful and did not apply a great deal of pressure, but it felt like she was trying to guess the measurements by creating a mental picture of my cock through the touch of her fingers. With my right hand, I draw up her thigh – replaying an earlier event from today but this time, I am the one who is bunching her dress up around her hips. Looking down, it surprises me to see that her bikini briefs are not quite positioned correctly. The Escort Eskişehir sight of the left side of her white floral bikini panties, stuck in between her outer labia, caused my cock to spasm and Helen pulled her hand away in alarm. The pain of restriction inside my sticky pants dulls the erotic sensation and caused visual distress to appear on my face. Helen looked up and said “Oh I am sorry I won’t — ” I interjected, “No, Helen I want you to open my pants and let it out. If I don’t get it out it will continue to hurt. It really does hurt!” Did I really just say that?! She looks at me in either astonishment or eagerness I couldn’t tell. I suddenly feel a deeper change in my feelings towards this girl. The previous day I would not have considered even taking the trouble to talk to her. The events of today were quickly somehow making me glimpse beyond the exterior visual appearance and I saw in front of me a very passionate and erotic girl. Quickly, I draw Helen’s face onto mine opened my mouth over her lips. I poked my tongue into her mouth and we had a rough and fast tongue battle, in the way two novice virgin teenagers kiss, a short and violent encounter. Before either of us passed out from lack of oxygen, our mouths separate ending the wild spontaneous encounter. Staring directly at each other, still close enough so I can feel her breath, for the first time I saw her smile. What a beautiful smile. The colour intensified in her cheeks, her eyes brightened and I could see she had the most vibrant green emerald eyes. I leaned back and rest my arms behind my back on the bed that I am precariously perched on. Helen just stared at me. “Well go on Helen. You know what to do, don’t you? Did I not hear you say earlier you have a fascination for the male penis but have never seen one live? Then let mine be your first and from now on can you please refer to as a cock please,” I said, as I continued to smile. She needed no further encouragement, nodding in agreement and using both her small, delicate hands to undo the belt of my pants. Helen then continued by undoing the button at the top of my pants. Next, in what I can only describe as a moment of anticipation and excitement on her behalf, Helen paused for a short moment and held her breath. Carefully, like a mother bathing her baby for the very first time, she slowly and carefully retracted the zipper as far as it would go. Using only her fingertips, she delicately clasped the corners of the two front portions of my pants and folded them to either side. In an instant, the head and main shaft of my six and half-inch cock broke free and into view – finally released from the confinement of its sticky cage.

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