This choice: The bathroom door opens, someone's coming in! • Go Back...Chapter #6Nearly Caught With His Pants Down by: citywalker   The bathroom in the classroom building wasn't exactly Malik's idea of the best place to get himself off, but he wasn't very picky right now. His zipper had already started to come undone under the increasing pressure his cock was putting it under, and it was a tad difficult to get it down the rest of the way. Once he did, the bulge in his underwear poked so far out that the elastic band stretched a good three or four inches from his waist. He tried to pull his briefs down too, but they had to stretch so far that they ripped slightly. "Well, so much for that pair," he muttered to himself.
When he saw what was underneath, though, he was left speechless. His cock jutted out way farther than it ever had before, almost half as long as his forearm and more than twice as thick as it had been before, while underneath two billiard ball-sized spheres clung tight. The skin around it was still smooth and mostly hairless, though a dark, small-but-thick tuft had sprung up since the last time he checked. What's more, his cock seemed to move along with his heartbeat, jerking with each pulse and leaking a small amount of clear pre each time it moved.
It was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen, Malik thought to himself. Why, he probably out-sized most of the seniors, let alone the rest of those in his class. Licking his lips, he reached his hand down and wrapped it around, the pleasure intensifying leagues more than it had before. I can't believe this, he thought to himself as he began to slowly stroke himself. This is the most amazing--
"Malik! Someone's coming!" Chase hissed, and Malik froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He heard the door open, and the heavy steps of a larger person walking in, either one of the upperclassmen or a teacher. Hormones surged within his body but he tried to maintain a sliver of control, at least until he was alone in the bathroom again...
Chase gulped as he made eye-contact with the vice-principal. Mr.Ulrich was known for being the sternest authority figure on campus, and he'd probably have the two of them expelled if he found out what was going on. He tried to play it cool, though he knew his voice sounded shaky. "H-hi, Mr. Ulrich. How are you doing this morning?"
The older man's eyes narrowed and his lips turned downward in a frown. "What're you doing out of class, Mr. Springer?"
Before he could answer, a loud grunting sound could be heard behind them, along with what sounded like something hitting the wall of the bathroom stall. Wincing, Chase hoped that Ulrich had somehow missed that sound.
"What was that?" The vice-principal turned his head towards the stall. "Is someone in here with you?"
"Y-yes." Realizing his breathing was getting faster, Chase closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm himself down. He figured he might as well tell something close to the truth, to be on the safe side. "Malik's in there. He wasn't feeling very well, so Mr. Greggor told me to take him to the nurse's office. We were on our way there when... well, an emergency happened."
Mr. Ulrich's eyes darted back and forth between Chase and the stall for what seemed like hours, before he finally gave what looked like a small shrug. "Fine, then, just be quick about it. And as soon as he's at the nurse's, you head straight back to class. Got it?"
"O-of course, sir," Chase nodded. He leaned against the sink, facing the other direction as Mr. Ulrich used one of the urinals and then washed his hands.
As he was leaving, though, Ulrich turned and glared at Chase. "I sure hope, for your sake, that Mr. Greggor verifies your story. Otherwise... you'll answer to me."
Chase barely squeaked in acknowledgment as Mr. Ulrich walked out the door, then let out a sigh of relief, sweat starting to appear on his forehead. "Whew, thank god he's gone, Malik." He waited a moment, not hearing any reply, then stepped a little closer to the stall. "Malik?"
Again, no response, except for the sound of soft grunting and moaning. "Malik, are you okay?" Placing his hand against the stall door, he gently tested to see if it was locked, then, seeing it wasn't, pushed it all the way in...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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