“JENKINSON !!!!”
It was only Tommy’s first day at Wentworth High but he instinctively
knew that Mrs White’s voice was directed at him. As he looked up from
his whispered conversation with his new classmate he blushed as thirty
pairs of eyes were pointing in his direction.
“So, Jenkinson”, continued the teacher, “you obviously already know the
names of the human bones in the thigh, so perhaps you could inform the
rest of the class?”
Tommy heard stifled titters of laughter in the silence that should have
been filled with his answer. But there was going to be no answer –
because he hadn’t got a clue about what she was talking about.
**************
At 15 years of age, Thomas Louis Jenkinson had recently had the trauma
of moving miles from his childhood home due to his fathers desire to
get promotion in his job. To Tommy this was an unreasonable act of
selfishness on his father’s part and had resulted in continuous
arguments during the months before the move. His introductory visit to
Wentworth High a week previously had continued the trauma as he
realised that the easy-going life at his last school was not to
continue here. Apart from the vastly increased discipline from the
teachers there was also a strict school uniform to be adhered to – grey
trousers, white shirt and school tie for the boys, grey skirt, white
blouse and school tie for the girls. Boring, boring boring……..
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“Jenkinson”, continued Mrs White, “See me after the class”.
Tommy could not believe it. Two hours into his first day and already he
was going to get into trouble at school. He was used to being the top
in his class and now it seemed he was going to struggle to remain
average. The remainder of the lesson seemed to drag on for hours as
Tommy desperately tried to concentrate on Mrs White’s every word but
with his mind frequently wandered to the punishment ahead and how he
was going to explain it to his parents. Eventually the class finished
and as the pupils filed out of the room, Tommy briefly thought that Mrs
White has forgotten about the issue.
“JENKINSON”
The voice cried out again and Tommy knew that he had not escaped. “Wait
until the class has left, shut the door and come to see me”. Tommy did
has he had been told and apprehensively approached Mrs Whites desk.
He was suddenly surprised at the softness in Mrs White’s voice. “Listen
Thomas”, she said, “I know this is your first day and that you don’t
want this on your record so perhaps you could do me a favour…………………..”.
The look on Tommy’s face obviously told Mrs White that a favour was
preferable to punishment, so she continued: “…..the anatomy class in
the year above have an important exam soon and I desperately need a
male model to accurately explain the differences between the male and
female form. There is no need to worry, you will not be naked and I
will be there at all times to ensure that discipline is maintained”.
Tommy could not believe his luck. Not only was he not going to be
punished but he was being asked to model for the older pupils important
class. Although he was not altogether happy about modelling to a class
of unknown boys and girls he reasoned that if it helped them with their
studies then his reputation in the school was bound to increase – with
both pupils and teacher alike.
He readily agreed and a time was fixed – the lesson was the last of the
day in the main biology room.
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At the allotted hour, Tommy knocked on Mrs Whites study door. “Ah,
Thomas” exclaimed Mrs White “I am glad that you didn’t let me down”.
Tommy smiled as he savoured her gratitude but the smile quickly faded
as she took a white thong out of her desk drawer and handed it to him.
“Use my office to change into these and then use the connecting door
over there to join the class” she said as she went to leave the room.
“STOP”, Tommy virtually screamed her – “you can’t expect me to just
wear this – you said that I wouldn’t be naked”
“Thomas” explained Mrs White in a soft, condescending voice, “You won’t
be totally naked, but as I explained, this is an anatomy class and so
the human body has to be examined - we can’t do that if you are wearing
layer and layers of clothing. Don’t worry, I will be there the whole
time and the class will treat you in a dignified manner - they are here
to pass an exam and are not interested in anything else. Get changed
and join us in five minutes”.
With that, she marched out of the door. Tommy was left alone with a
pair of skimpy white underwear in his hand wondering desperately
whether or not to make a run for it. His common sense prevailed – what
could possibly go wrong in the presence of a teacher like Mrs White?
He quickly stripped off most of his clothes and, after listening to
make sure no-one was going to enter the room, finally removed his
underpants and replaced them with the white thong.
It was at least one size too small. He had to spend several minutes
adjusting it so that he felt that his cock, balls and pubic hair were
adequately covered by the skimpy, thin, white cloth. He was also
somewhat worried by the fact that the sides merely tied together and so
checked several times that the knots were secure and that they were
tight around his waist. He was still fussing over the thong when Mrs
White’s head poked around the connecting door. “Come on Jenkinson” she
shouted, “We haven’t got all day”.
As Tommy entered the classroom his heart nearly stopped.
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Apart from the teacher, there were only five girls in the room. “Mrs
White” he exclaimed, “where are the rest of the class?”
“Thomas” she said in her condescending voice, “The boys already know
what a male body is like and so they are, unfortunately, looking at a
book to study the female form. You are helping these girls by
volunteering to act as a life model before their exams – but we are
running short of time so please get on the bench so that we can
commence the class”.
Tommy now had no choice but to comply with her demands and so
approached the large, central bench and sat on the edge.
“Lie down, boy” bawled Mrs White, “And crowd around, girls, so that we
can get started. We are late already!”
Tommy reluctantly lay down on the bench, flinching slightly as the cold
wood made contact with his bare flesh. As the girls encircled the bench
he quickly glanced at each of them and realised that every one of them
was attractive - which made him feel very self-conscious.
The feeling subsided quickly, however, when Mrs White immediately
started her tutorial: “Here, girls” she said, pointing to Tommy’s chin
“Are the first signs of facial hair in the male as I explained in the
last lesson and you may also be able to see signs of hair growing in
the underarms”.
As Tommy saw that the girls were studiously writing notes he suddenly
felt brave and voluntarily placed his hands behind his head so that the
girls could see his proud display of wispy hairs under his armpits.
“And are there any other differences between male and female, girls?”
questioned Mrs White. “Yes, Hannah?”
The slim, blond, extremely pretty girl at the foot of the bench had
raised her arm in response to the question. “There seems to a bulge in
his pants”.
“HANNAH !!”, exclaimed Mrs White “We will talk about that area when I
am ready and not before. I was referring to the slight hair growth on
the models chest, which can sometimes extend down a male’s stomach area
as noted in your textbook. In light of your flippant remark we will now
only discuss the upper torso of the males body during this lesson!”
Tommy secretly made a sigh of relief at this point and made a vow not
to volunteer for this duty again. In a classroom of girls he would
never want to be part of a lesson discussing the lower part of his body
but he was pleased to see that the girl, Hannah, looked extremely
embarrassed to be chastised in front of her friends.
“We will continue” squawked Mrs White “With the interesting differences
in the number of ribs between a male and a female. Here you can clearly
see that the male has…..”
“Mrs White?”
The headmasters voice emanated from the loudspeaker system “please come
to the staff-room immediately to receive a personal phone call”.
To Tommy, it seemed that Mrs White was obviously panicked by the
message by the way that she seemed flustered and quickly gave the class
an obscure objective. “I won’t be long, girls, please continue your
examination of the male body”, she said, as she hurriedly left the room.
**************
“So girls”, Hannah mimicked, “I will continue. Does anyone know how
many ribs a male has?” There were head-shakes from the other four
girls. “Well let’s have a competition. We each get one go of counting
his ribs - like this”
Hannah moved to the side of the bench and placed her hand on the upper
part of Tommy’s chest. She then delicately ran her fingers down the one
side of his rib-cage and it was clear from the look on her face that
she was mentally counting the number of ribs her fingers felt. She
repeated the exercise on the other side but on this occasion her
fingers also ran over his nipple.
Tommy was now starting to feel a little uncomfortable. On the one hand
he certainly liked the soft feeling of a pretty girls hand on his body
but, on the other, he felt a stirring in his body as his nipple had
been aroused and hoped that the girls hadn’t noticed.
**************
“Did you see that?” the dark haired girl standing by Tommy’s left leg
suddenly shouted out. I think that his nipples are as sensitive as mine
– I’m sure that he flinched as you just touched it. Hannah immediately
tested the theory by caressing both of Tommy’s nipples with the ends of
her fingers – the rib-counting exercise now completely forgotten.
Tommy couldn’t help but take a sharp intake of breath as her fingers
first touched his nipples and as she continued he could now feel his
cock beginning to swell.
“LOOK” shouted the dark haired girl, “His pants are moving!”
To Tommy, there seemed to be a strange pause whilst the girls seemed to
look from one to the other. As he slowly moved his hands from behind
his head, hoping that they wouldn’t notice his attempt to make himself
less vulnerable, there was a sudden outcry from the girl, Hannah: “Grab
his arms and legs before he escapes!”
In an instant, Tommy felt himself pinned to the bench by the four girls
at each corner of the bench. He struggled get free from their grasp and
was certain that they couldn’t hold him for long – a thought echoed by
a slim blond holding one of his legs “I can’t hold on to him for much
longer – we’ll have to let him go”.
“NO” shouted the dark haired girl “Quick, Hannah, use our school ties”.
Hannah, the only girl not holding onto a limb, suddenly jumped into
action and took off the blond girl’s tie and knotted it around Tommy’s
ankle and then around the leg of the bench. As Tommy pleaded with the
girls to let him go, she repeated the action around the table until,
within minutes, Tommy was tied spread-eagled with little slack in the
ties to allow much movement of his arms or legs.
As the girls stood back to relax a little after holding the struggling
boy a mousy-haired girl, who until now had said nothing, suddenly spoke
“We’re going to get into real trouble now – as soon as we let him go
he’ll tell on us and we’ll get expelled. What are we going to tell our
parents?”
The room went momentarily silent as the truth of the words sank in.
Tommy quickly tried to capitalise on the situation: “Yeah, let me go
now and I’ll say no more about it – unless you ever upset me and then
the whole school will know what you’re really like”.
Unfortunately for Tommy this was a bad choice of words. Hannah suddenly
rushed to her schoolbag, rummaged in the bottom and brandished a small
black box in the air. “Do you like my camera, Thomas?” she said with a
big smile on her face. “I think that if you ever tell about us then the
whole school will know what YOU’RE really like after we’ve posted some
photo’s on the noticeboard” and with that she took several pictures of
his virtually naked body.
Tommy begged her “Please let me go – I won’t tell. Don’t take any more.
Please”
Hannah ignored him completely and passed the camera to the mousy-haired
girl “You can be the photographer – make sure that you take plenty and
that his face can be seen – we want to be sure he can be identified”.
“Now girls” she continued, as they resumed their positions around the
desk “I am sure that we are all keen to find out what a boys body
really looks like, and how it works – I think we have the ideal
opportunity to find out for ourselves”
With that she resumed the caressing of Tommy’s nipples. With all the
struggling and the begging, his cock had shrunk back down in size again
but it wasn’t long before he felt that familiar stirring down-below.
“It’s happening again” cried one of the girls and Tommy groaned as he
heard the camera in action once again. He now knew that they could see
his cock enlarging in the thong but he could do nothing about it –
particularly since Hannah occasionally let her fingers dance down his
body onto his belly.
She was obviously pleased with the result of her work and gave no let
up. “Let’s see how big we can get it” she cried. Tommy was now taking
shorter breaths as he could feel his cock and balls engorge and now
regretted tying the thong so tightly around his waist since it was
getting more and more uncomfortable. As the mousy-haired girl knelt
forward and took a close-up of the clear outline of his cock bulging in
the thong fabric, Tommy had no choice but to buck his hips in an
attempt to make himself more comfortable.
This was a big mistake. Bucking his hips made the tight fabric pull
slightly on his foreskin, which in turn made him more excited, which
then made it more uncomfortable, which lead to another strong desire to
buck his hips – a vicious circle. Before long, Tommy was regularly
bucking his hips and groaning – much to the delight of the girls.
“Wow” cried the dark-haired girl “I never knew you could make this
happen. This is brilliant”. Hannah was obviously revelling in the
occasion and, to make sure that continued, made a new line of attack.
Using the end of her fingers she slowly stroked up Tommy’s inner thigh
from his knee to just below his balls.
His cock and balls now felt as though there would explode through the
fabric of the thong and the sensation produced the biggest buck yet
accompanied with a strangled cry.
Hannah must have realised of Tommy’s discomfort because it was at that
point that she leaned towards his face and said, in a mocking voice
“Are your pants too tight, Thomas. Do you want me to loosen them off a
bit?”
“No…no…leave them alone” he cried. Hannah repeated the thigh stroking
exercise, which again caused the same effect to Tommy’s body. She did
it again…and again… and again. Tommy could take no more “OK”, he
whimpered “But only a little bit”
“Right, Julie” Hannah said to the dark haired girl, “You undo the knot
on your side and I’ll undo the knot on my side. We’ll then loosen it
off a bit together and re-tie them to make poor Tommy more comfortable”.
Both girls fussed around at the sides of the thong and Tommy now felt a
little relief that he would soon not have to endure the constraints of
the tight cloth.
“Have you undone yours yet?” Hannah said to Julie, who nodded in
response. “LET GO NOW” Hannah cried and, at that, both girls let go of
the ties. Tommy’s raging, hard cock sprang free flinging the flimsy
cloth forward onto the desk between his legs.
**************
The five girls had been close friends for as long as they could
remember. There had been another girl, Marsha, in their group but two
years previously when they were all 14 years old, she had briefly had a
boyfriend and had bragged to them that she had ‘gone all the way’. To
be honest, none of the others believed her and, for a few months, life
continued as normal. Then, one day, Marsha didn’t appear at school and
a visit to her house showed signs of a hurried departure by the entire
family.
For a while the five remaining girls could not understand what had
happened but eventually a reliable rumour started to circulate that
Marsha had been pregnant and her family had moved away rather than face
the humiliation of the situation. Marsha, it transpired, had been made
to have an abortion.
The five girls made a group vow that they would save their virginity
until marriage rather than put themselves, and their family, through a
similar ordeal. This, however, did not stop them regularly talking
about boys and wondering really lay beneath their pants, rather than
relying on pictures in books.
When they had first found out about the male model for their anatomy
class they were quite excited but never, for one moment, thought that
they would see the sight in front of them now…..
**************
“Look at his cock,” cried Julie “It’s so hard and red”.
“And his balls” responded the blond girl “They’re bigger than I
imagined. Do you think they’re a ticklish as they say?”
Hannah stroked his balls to find out and Tommy gasped and squirmed as a
confirmation. This amused the girls and so each one had a go,
fascinated by the effect on Tommy’s body – in particular his cock,
which twitched in unison with his gasp. Throughout the ordeal, Tommy
heard the camera clicking away.
“This must be were the cum comes out from” said Hannah as she pointed
to the end of his cock. “I wonder how much comes out and how far it
goes?”
“Don’t you have to stroke it to make it come out?” asked Julie. “Try it
and see”
Hannah took a very light grip of Tommy’s cock and started moving her
hand up and down its length.
**************
Tommy had started wanking several years before and had always used a
tight grip on his shaft for a quick, but enjoyable experience. Today
was totally different – with Hannah’s light touch the sensation was
almost torture as the pressure in his balls slowly built up without the
opportunity for a voluntary release. Eventually he started bucking his
hips once again desperately trying get his cock to make more contact
with her hand but Hannah seemed to predict the move each time and her
touch remained feather-light.
Tommy, of course, had no idea about the girls’ sexual inexperience and,
with Hannah’s slow, light touch causing this new agonising build-up, he
truly believed that she was an expert in her field. Hannah, on the
other hand, had no idea on whether she was doing things correctly but
since it seemed to be having the desired effect, continued with the
same method throughout.
**************
He could take no more. “Please” he implored “hold it tighter – I need
to cum”
Hannah stopped touching his cock and let her hand rest on his thigh.
“If you need to cum then you need me to do it. And if you need me to do
it then I need you to do something for me”
“What do you want?” groaned Tommy, his balls now aching with the
pressure.
“You must promise to let me know the second you are about to cum so
that we don’t miss a thing”
“OK…..OK…….I promise…....just do it”
Hannah took a slightly tighter grip and resumed her stroking. Tommy’s
hip-bucking now had a more positive effect since the tighter grip on
his cock gave Hannah less chance to evade his movements. Soon he felt
the pressure building up again and before very long he could feel that
release was near. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming” he groaned which was
followed with a cry as the first spurt of white emanated from his cock
and landed high on his chest, followed by another, and another which
gradually reduced in power and distance until eventually a pool formed
in, and around, his belly button.
Everyone in the room, including Tommy, was amazed at the force, and
quantity, of the ejaculation and there was silence in the room for
quite a while as they all took in the events of the afternoon.
Eventually, Hannah took the camera off the mousy haired girl and took
some final photos of Tommy’s, now flaccid, cock lying in the pool of
cum. “We’re going to let you go now” she said “But don’t forget what
will happen if you breath a word of this”.
Tommy nodded weakly – he could never forget.
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