Phil Brown’s School Days 1-4

Phil Brown’s School Days Chapters 1 to 4

By Edwap
edwap2002@yahoo.co.uk

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Chapter 1

Phil lived with his parents in South London and thoroughly enjoyed the cosmopolitan lifestyle that it provided. His father was a successful architect and his skills were called upon to help transform the East London skyline. He earned more than enough money to keep the three of them (as Phil was an only child) in the lap of luxury and his famous designs allowed them to be seen at all the ‘must-attend’ events in the capital.

He was popular at the private, highly exclusive school he attended. His peers were jealous of his blonde hair and thin yet toned physique. He captained the school’s debating team, was a founding member of the school’s science club, played the harp to performance standard and always was cast as the main character in school productions. Life was good…Phil was one of the most content, pampered and fortunate 13 year olds in the country. That was, however, until….

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Phil was woken from his sleep as the front door to their mansion was hammered upon. Seconds later, before Phil had really registered what the sound could be, the door was being smashed down and police officers were barging their way into the house. He heard shouting and screaming. He was just getting out of bed to put some clothes on when three police officers (two of them female) came barging into his bedroom to start searching. His mother was running behind them telling them they couldn’t go into her son’s bedroom but it was too late and Phil just stood there wearing nothing – he always slept in the nude as he loved the way the soft cotton sheets felt against his skin. He just stood there, totally dumbfounded, for about 10 seconds before his brain engaged. One of the policewomen was offering him a pair of boxer shorts to put on. His mind went into overdrive – there were three police officers in his bedroom, two of whom were opening drawers and searching through the contents; his father was going past his bedroom door with his arms held behind his back by two further officers; banging could be heard through the house; his mother was stood in the doorway to his bedroom; and Phil was just standing there with everything (including an erection) on display. He grabbed the boxer shorts out of her hand and put them on as quickly as he could.

“What’s going on, Mum, I’m scared.” He ran across the room into his mother’s embrace. Just then, another officer pushed into the bedroom and tuned to his mother.
“Mrs Brown, I am arresting you on suspicion of dealing in Class A drugs and for supporting international terrorism. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something that you later rely upon in court. Do you understand?” While Phil just stood there, his mother was dragged down the stairs and put into one of waiting police cars….

Phil was now sat in the small office of Mr Gethin Daniels, principal of South Valley Comprehensive Secondary School. He could remember that fateful night 3 months ago. He still couldn’t understand what his father had done. One of Europe’s most revered architects was also one of South England’s largest importers of Cocaine. He also supported a coup against the rulers of a small African country – both financially and ideologically – he, along with 7 other prominent businessmen, had planned to overthrow the government of said country and rule it themselves. The police had thought that his mother was also ‘in on the family businesses’ but she had managed to convince them that she was not a party to any of it. Phil’s family had lost everything – mansion, cars, money; it had all been seized by the court. Since his father had provided everything for the family, his mother had nothing.

“So, Mrs Brown, you have only just moved to Wales. Where were you living before?”
“We were living in London until my husband was cruelly taken from me, Mr Daniels.”
“That’s a long way, why have you moved so far?”

Phil’s mother went on to explain that they had enjoyed holidaying in Wales so it seemed a good place to move to. That was sort of true – they had holiday cottages in Wales that they would use at different times of the year. That was, of course, until they were seized. In reality, Wales was the first place Mum had thought of as she just had to get out of London with all of the staring and finger pointing from those we used to consider friends and our equals. We now lived in a small flat with peeling wall paper and several damp patches on both ceiling and walls.

“Well, Mrs Brown, I am sure that young Philip will settle in well here at South Valley. Would you like someone to show you to your form room?”

“Yes please,” Phil replied and he was taken to meet his new class while Mr Daniels and his mother continued to talk.

Chapter 2

When Phil got to his classroom, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Instead of 10 smartly dressed, quiet boys he found a group of 34 loud boys and girls. They were sitting on tables, chewing gum and doing all those things that we expect teens to do in school when no teacher is present. He went in and tried to find somewhere to sit as 34 pairs of eyes stared at him. It was then he heard the voice of a young lady calling from the cupboard at the back with the faint but distinct sound of tears in her voice. He unlocked the door and let the owner of the voice out. She made her way to the front of the class and started trying to get the attention of the class. It was then Phil realised this was his form tutor, Miss Jones. One of the larger boys turned to Phil and moved his thumb across his throat. “You shouldn’t have done that, new boy, we put her in there and we decide when she comes out.” Phil couldn’t believe his ears, the students had locked their teacher in a cupboard!

“What is wrong with you people?” Phil shouted, “Miss Jones is here to teach us!” He didn’t realise it yet, but Phil had just put himself at the top of every bully’s hit list.

Miss Jones was still trying to get her student’s attention when Mr Daniels walked into the room. The kids sat in their chairs and were quiet instantly. “Is everything alright here, Miss Jones?” he enquired.
“Oh yes, Mr Daniels, everything is just fine.”
“No it isn’t!” Phil shouted out, “When I got here, this lot, this rabble, this bunch of misfits had locked her in that cupboard!”
Miss Jones, looking embarrassed, shook her head.
“One thing you will find here, Brown, is that trying to get a teacher into trouble is not tolerated and neither is lying. You will come and see me at lunch time for a detention!”
“What?????!”
“You heard me. IF what you just told me were true, Miss Jones would be fired on the spot for failing to control her class. It is obvious that are making it all up! I don’t know what you were used to in your posh, snobby London school but it doesn’t happen round here! My office, lunchtime.”

Phil had really blown it now a mere 10 minutes into his time at South Valleys. The kids saw him as a posh outsider who would try and get them into trouble; and the principle had him marked out as a trouble maker. The teaching staff would be of little use to him as they were equally scared of the students and the principal.

The one thing Phil couldn’t understand as he sat there, the eyes of 34 pupils burrowing into him, was why they listened to Daniels. He would find out at lunchtime. When he went to Mr Daniels office at lunchtime, he noticed the trophies and photographs that he had missed earlier. “I see you are looking at my trophies. Every one was awarded to me when I played rugby for the local team. Oh, those were the days. Sit there and don’t move. You can leave in 30 minutes.” Sitting there, it started to make sense to Phil. Daniels was idolised by the pupils as a local sporting hero and which also accounted for his gruff manner with the teachers.

Not much happened during the afternoon, but the journey home would be quite another matter.

Chapter 3

To get home, Phil had to walk through an alleyway with trees on one side and high garden walls on the other. Walking along, still quite confused by the day, he noticed three of the boys from his form in front of him.

“So, posh newbie, you think you are better than us don’t you?” Tom, the biggest of the three, asked.
“Ummm, yes, I mean no,” Phil mumbled.
With that, Harry and Shaun grabbed his arms and dragged him into the trees. Once out of view of the path, the boys started to punch Phil in the stomach and kick him in the legs. Nothing too hard but enough for Phil to get scared. Tom explained to Phil that he was in charge of the class, not Miss Jones, and Phil had better remember that.

“In fact, to help you remember, I’ll show you what we do to idiots who don’t respect us.”

With that, Phil felt the waistband of his underpants being pulled out from his trousers. Higher and higher, he tried to grab behind him but that just resulted in another punch to the stomach. Phil could feel the pain increasing around arse and his balls were being crushed but Harry just kept of pulling up. Soon, Shaun also grabbed hold and between them they lifted Phil off the ground. The pain was like nothing he had ever experienced. His underwear was hooked around the branch of a tree and he was left hanging.

“How does that feel, posh newbie?” Harry asked and then all 3 started laughing. Before they ran off, Shaun pulled his trousers down and off and threw them further into the woods. Then they were off, leaving Phil with a hanging wedgie that felt anything but good. It didn’t take long for his underwear to rip. Phil found his trousers and headed home.

When he got there, he didn’t feel much like talking when his mother asked him about his first day. He went up to his room, thinking about everything that had happened to him that day.

Chapter 4

The next day, Phil decided to take a longer route to school. He wanted to avoid the alleyway that had caused him so many difficulties the day before. As he got to school, he saw Tom, Harry and Shaun marching up the corridor toward him. He turned and started to run but some of the other boys from his form blocked his way. Tom pushed him into the toilets.

“Where were you this morning, Poshy?”

Phil didn’t say anything. Tom continued “We were waiting for you so we could play again but you didn’t turn up. We think that’s very rude. You need to learn some respect.”

Harry and Shaun then grabbed his arms again and pushed him toward one of the cubicles. They repeated their assault on Phil’s underwear, this time hanging him on the hook on the back of the cubicle door.

“We’ll have these again!” Shaun said and started to pull Phil’s trousers down again. After he dragged them past his shoes, he rolled the trousers up and walked out of the bathroom followed by Harry and Tom. As yesterday, it took only seconds for his boxers to rip but Phil now had a serious problem. His boxers were badly ripped at the back and his ass could clearly be seen; and he had no idea where his trousers were! He didn’t know what to do. Then, he heard the bell go and knew that he was supposed to get to class. He heard the noise in the corridor quieting down so he knew that the other students were all on their way to class. Just then, the caretaker came into the bathroom.

“Oh, I was just coming to fix a leaking tap. What are you doing in here. Oh, never mind, looking at the state of your undies, I can tell! Come with me, we’ll go and get you something from lost property.”

Before Phil could say anything, the caretaker was pushing him out into the corridor. Phil’s face quickly went beet red. He was walking through the corridors of his new school wearing only a pair of boxers that were falling apart. Anyone looking could clearly see his ass and then he felt that all too familiar stirring in his groin. Not now, he thought, but it was too late. A very obvious tent was now visible in the front of his boxers.

He tried carrying his bag in front of his groin but the caretaker then grabbed the bag, offering to carry it for him without waiting for an answer. So there was nothing Phil could now do to cover himself apart from using his hands.

The lost property basket was kept outside the PE changing rooms. Phil quickly supposed that this was because the most likely place to lose an item of clothing would be when changing for PE. Just as they got there, the girls came streaming out of the changing room. The first girl stopped and took a double take at Phil and then started laughing. Phil was so embarrassed as all the other girls joined in. Their teacher, Miss Gibbs, then came out of the changing rooms to find out what the fuss was about. “Stand up straight, boy,” she shouted “and put your hands by your side. Just because you want to run around school in your underwear doesn’t mean that you can play with yourself.” Phil reluctantly did as he was told which started a whole new outburst of laughing as the tent in his boxers became evident. To make it even worse, his penis then slipped out of the fly giving the girls an eyeful of teenage boner. Without thinking, he quickly turned around to get his cock out of their eyeline but this only meant that they had a clear view of his butt. The caretaker quickly told Miss Gibbs that they were on their way to lost property.

“Well, hurry up and get there then! And don’t think anyone will be looking through the basket except you!” With that, she motioned to Phil to go to the basket and started to head outside. The girls, however, seemed content to wait a few seconds before going out so Phil had to push past them to get to the basket. When he got there, the girls had another eyeful when he bent down to start looking at the clothing.

There was lots of girls clothing in the basket but very little boys. There were no trousers. In fact, apart from one very short pair of shorts, there was only a few t-shirts and a load of girl’s clothing. He reluctantly picked up the shorts and slipped them on. They (just) fit around his waist but barely came down any length of his thighs. The bottoms of his boxers were showing out through the legs. The caretaker told him to take his underwear off as it looked silly coming out the bottom of the shorts and they were ripped anyway. Phil tried to door to the boys changing room but it was locked. Not wanting to go into the girls changing room, he decided to just quickly slip them off there. As quickly as he could, he slipped both the shorts and his boxers down so was now totally exposed in the corridor, He pulled the shorts back up as quickly as he could.

His situation really wasn’t much better now than it had been before. The shorts were smaller than his boxers but at least his ass wasn’t exposed now. He knew he’d have to be careful, however so as not to rip them shorts as they were very tight.

As quickly as he could, he went to class. When he got there, he had to experience all the laughing and piss taking that you would expect. Tom, acting very surprised, asked him why he had come to school wearing his underwear but no trousers. This resulted in much more laughter; Phil went and sat down thinking that today couldn’t get any worse.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the three boys whispering to each other and then Harry came and sat next to Phil. Before Phil had time to react, Harry quickly pulled the back of his shorts out. “He’s not wearing anything under those tiny shorts!” Harry shouted so everyone could hear. Their teacher then walked into the room and everyone sat down even if they weren’t quiet.

(The End)