;sir, sorry I was late, its just that I got some stuff on me at lunch and I needed a shower, then I had to run to the other side of the school, and then here again.” it wasn’t exactly a lie, although it wasn’t something I had on top of me, it was someone. Sir just looked at me, waiting for more. When I had none, he sighed before he spoke. “This is the fifth time you’ve been late. It can’t be that hard to get around one school, even one as large as this one. I’m afraid I can’t let you off this time. You’ll have detention after school today. Meet me in the office after your last class.” I nodded, and he told me what we were supposed to be doing. “Group work” he said, “Mr Stevens is absent today, so it includes students from the year above you. Your group has already been chosen and is in study bay 4. They’ll explain what you have to do”. He walked away, dismissively, after pointing me in the right direction. I walked through the enormous library quietly. The library looked as though it belonged in a mansion, carpeted in red and with the shelves, stairwells and tables of solid mahogany. I stared through the high shelves knowing the chances of seeing anyone in this area of the library without teacher direction was next to impossible. As I got closer to the study bay, I heard a groan. I froze and listened. Another groan. I stepped forward slowly, staring through the gaps in the library shelves into the small, square area. James was there, standing and leaning on the tall, dark desk. He had his leaned head back on his shoulders, and his pants were down. He was moving his hips back and forth slowly, as Mitchell was on his knees, James cock in his mouth. Mitchell had gripped the thick rod and was moving his hand slowly along its length as James thrust slowly into and out of his mouth. Suddenly, James tensed, and moved Mitchell’s head away from him violently. Mitchell wiped his mouth as he stood, rubbing his stiff dick through his pants absent mindedly. James stayed stiff for a moment, two, and then relaxed as the urge to cum left. He forced his stiff, slick cock back into his pants, zipping them up and closing his belt as he clapped Mitchell on the back. Without a word they turned to the table which was covered in papers, sitting to finish the work they had obviously stopped before deciding to… fool around. I waited for the hardness in my pants to soften before walking into the bay.

“Hey,” I said. They both looked up from their work. “Mr Bourke said I was in your group. What are we supposed to do?” I went and sat at the desk. I read the task sheets as James explained. We sat working for almost half an hour before anyone spoke again.

“Oh shit,” James said. “Mitchell, could you go get this book for me.” He wrote the name of the book on a slip of paper and handed it to Mitchell, who got up and left after reading it, leaving me alone with him. For a minute or two I just ignored him, continuing with my work, but when nothing happened I began glancing furtively at him, and was confused to notice he hadn’t even looked at me. I jumped when he finally spoke.

“Hey, you. Come look at this.” I stood quickly and walked around to his side of the table, sitting in Mitchell's seat. My ass throbbed as I sat, the seat being one of the only ones without cushions. I shifted uncomfortably as I leant forward to read the section James was pointing to. Still nothing. He didn’t seem to remember lunch, or being on top of me less than an hour ago. I read uncomfortably for what seemed like hours until Mitchell came back. He gave James the book and sat where I had been. I was sitting with one hand on the table and one on my knee below the table. After another short while I gave up any hope that anything else would happen today. James shifted, leaning closer to the table, and I felt his large palm on the back of my hand. I glanced at him, but he didn’t look back or take any notice. He began writing notes in his book, his left hand still on my right.  He began rubbing the back of my hand, just moving his back and forth, and then suddenly he stopped. He lifted my hand and pulled it over to his crotch. I covered the movement by leaning forward, closer to the book. James pushed my hand into his crotch, rubbing back and forth over his now hard dick. I couldn’t help glancing at it as my hand reached along its length as I pressed it into his thigh, the long shape clearly visible through his grey trousers, ending just above his knee. His hand still on top of mine, he began rubbing his thumb slowly in circles on the top of my hand, the movement creating a tingle which spread through my body. He let go of my hand a short while later, and I kept rubbing him. I looked at Mitchell furtively, wondering if he was noticing anything. When it seemed he wasn’t, my hand stopped. I left it there on James thick, hard cock for a moment, still looking at the work I was supposedly doing, and grinned on the inside to see James glance at me. I moved my hand along his cock slowly until I reached its base, and then began undoing his zipper quietly. He felt the movement and smiled, still looking at his papers. I reached into his pants and felt the silky fabric of his underwear, and saw with a quick glance that they were white and almost completely see-through. I could see the shape and colour of the base of his cock, the rest still hidden beneath his trouser leg. I cupped his balls awkwardly for a moment, before tracing my hand over his underwear and along his cock, until the point I felt the hot, smooth skin of his dick coming out of his briefs. I glanced down and saw his cock stretching out of the fabric, a good 5 inches of it pulsing nakedly against his thigh. I ran my hand along its smooth surface slowly, stroking my thumb over its firm head. At that moment, had Mitchell not been there, I would have dived down and taken the thick rod in my mouth. But Mitchell was there, and I didn’t want him seeing me do anything which could start a reputation I didn’t want. So I settled. I moved my hand back to his underwear, and began shifting it so that I could get his cock free. It took a while, and I kept stroking James in between efforts, but finally I managed to free his throbbing cock. Once the underwear were no longer holding it down, it sprung up fiercely, and an audible thud was heard as it struck the table. Mitchell, James and James looked up curiously, and I apologised quickly.

“Sorry. I was moving my leg around and it hit the table.”  Mitchell raised an eyebrow at me before returning silently to his work, and James gave me a quick wink. Blushing slightly, I went back to work, on the books and on James. I gripped the upturned shaft firmly, and dragged my hand along its smooth surface, the back of my palm moving along the cool, smooth wooden table. I brought my hand up to my face, pretending to yawn while I licked my hand, making it as moist as possible before returning and wiping it along James’s dick. I began moving my hand quickly up and down his dick, ‘yawning’ every few minutes or scratching my nose, lubing up my hand each time. I glanced back and forth from James to Mitchell, wondering if James was liking it or Mitchell was noticing anything. I got my first answer when I felt James begin to stiffen, leaning on his elbow against the desk casually and moving thrusting his hips as much as he could without it being noticeable. He groaned slightly, covering it with a cough, and then went completely stiff as I felt his cock throb brutally, as he came beneath the desk. I kept stroking him until I felt him relax, and still kept stroking as I felt James’s cock gradually go limp in my hand. I then spent a few minutes putting it back in his underwear and trying to make everything look natural before zipping him up and giving his cock another affectionate rub.

“boys!” Mr Bourke came through the rows of shelves towards us, and for a moment I panicked.

“pack up, the lessons over.” I relaxed as he turned to go, then stiffened as he turned back to me and said “oh, and Mr wade wants to see you and James in his office before your next class.” I glanced at James quickly. He was completely calm, picking up his books and papers. I saw Mitchell doing the same. I saw James turn and leave, strutting confidently through the library before I lost sight of him. I packed my things hurriedly, dropping my pen purposely so I could look under the table. I needed to see what had happened to the ‘mess’ James had made. I froze when Mitchell stood. Along the side of his pants was a long, dark smear. He didn’t seem to notice anything as he walked away. He was holding his books and bag in front of him, and as he turned, I noticed a slight tent in his pants. He didn’t say anything as he walked away.

 

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