Phil Brown’s School Days Chapters 5 to 8
By Edwap
edwap2002@yahoo.co.uk
Copyright 2012 by Edwap, all rights reserved
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Chapter 5
After trying rather unsuccessfully to
quieten the class down, the teacher started spouting something about one of the
world wars. The class knew better than
to make so much noise that they could be heard from the corridor but had little
intention of listening to much of what the teacher was saying.
Harry was still sat next to Phil. Phil, wanting to do well at school, was
trying in vain to hear what the teacher was saying and quickly his attention
was taken away from his tormentor sat beside him. Without Phil realising, Shaun moved his chair
so it was also next to Phil. He now had
a bully on either side of him.
Both of the bullies grabbed Phil’s far too
small shorts at the same time and started to pull them. Phil’s attention immediately returned to what
was happening around him instead of the teacher. “Stop it!,” he said in hushed tones, “these
things are far too small as it is. If
you carry on pulling them, they’ll rip.”
Tom leant over from the desk behind, “I’ll
tell them to stop, all you have to do is get hard and stay hard for the
lesson.”
“No way am I doing that in class!” Phil
replied but then heard a ripping sound.
Feeling below his crotch, he found a small hole appearing. Panicking, he quickly changed his mind. “OK, OK, I’ll do it, just get them to stop!”
Harry and Shaun stopped pulling on his
shorts. Phil was still hesitant as he
really didn’t want to wank in class. He
was also really worried how little the tiny shorts would cover his hard
state. After a few seconds, Shaun
grabbed the waistband of the shorts and started pulling again. Phil knew what he had to do and slipped his
hand down the front of his shorts. It
didn’t take long for him to get hard but the head of penis was clearly visible
through one of his leg holes.
Shaun then moved back to sit next to Tom so
there was no-one between Phil and other members of the class. It was only a matter of time until someone
noticed his penis hanging out. Phil was
really scared and quickly tried to re-arrange everything. He shot his hand down the front of his shorts
and tried to pull his dick so it was pointing upwards but one of the girls saw
what he was doing and burst out laughing.
Just before she shouted out what she’d seen, Tom caught her eye;
indicated a ‘shhh’ with his finger and beckoned her over.
“Jenny, this is Phil,” Tom said. “What have
you just seen, remember to talk quietly.”
Phil had managed to pull his dick upwards
by this point and was just refastening the button. Jenny coming over had the unfortunate effect
of scaring his erection and he was now getting smaller by the second.
“He had his shorts open and was playing
with his dick. I mean, in class, where
we can all see him!” Jenny replied.
“And what should you do about that, with
your feminine delicacies being offended in such a manner?” Tom smirked.
[Ha; feminine delicacies Phil scoffed in
his head]
“I should tell everyone what he is
doing. He could be some sort of rapist
or something!”
“No, please don’t!” Phil interjected
suddenly even more worried.
“I don’t know, Poshie, you really shouldn’t
be doing that in class. I think Jenny should tell everyone what you’re up to,
you sicko”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Harry
swallowing his laugh. He was starting to
get the idea by now and asked “OK, what do I have to do to stop you telling
everyone?”
“Play with it again!” Jenny quickly piped
up.
Knowing he had to be hard anyway, Phil
started to rub his dick through the fabric of his shorts.
“No, not like that, I want to see it
again!”
Phil looked pleadingly to Tom but his blank
stare told him he had no choice. He
turned his chair slightly so that his back was to the rest of the class and
opened the zipper and button on his shorts.
His now hard dick sprang out and Jenny’s eyes opened like saucers. “Keep rubbing!” she instructed.
Phil kept rubbing but started to get
worried that he might spurt. Willing his
balls to co-operate, he started pleading to be allowed to stop rubbing. Jenny finally told him to stop, not to help
Phil out but rather so she could see his raging boner without his hand in the
way. Just then, the bell for the end of
the lesson went and behind him, Phil heard chairs scraping as he other students
got up from their desks. Phil refastened
his shorts as quickly as he could but the head of his penis was now sticking
out of the top of his shorts. Just as he
tried to push it into his shorts, one of the other students saw it and burst
out laughing. This had the obvious
effect of other pupils turning to see what was going on and they also saw it
sticking out. Rather than trying to help
him, Harry (who was still sat next to Phil) pushed him off his chair. When he stood up, he was in the middle a
group of girls all laughing as his hard dick was poking out the top of his
shorts. He quickly pulled his school
jumper over his dick – just before their teacher appeared, asking them all what
was going on.
“Oh nothing,” Jenny said, “Phil just fell
off his chair.”
“Ok – just get going will you?”
Phil rushed out of class and ran to the toilets. In a stall, he ‘persuaded’ his still hard
dick into the shorts. He had a very
obvious tent but at least that was better than it sticking out.
He would have stayed in the stall until the
end of the day but heard Tom and Harry laughing just outside the toilets. Rather than risk being caught and wedgied
again (or worse) he made a break for it and ran past them before they could
catch him.
As their break time was coming to an end,
Phil suddenly remembered that their next lesson was sports and he had left all
his stuff in the previous class in his hurry to leave. He nipped back to the class and found the
contents of his bag strewn over the floor.
Not as bad as it could have been – he started to put everything back
into the bag and then realised that his sports kit was nowhere to be
found.
Just then, the bell sounded for the next
lesson.
Chapter 6
Phil raced to the sports hall changing
rooms. When he got there, he found the
other boys changing. He didn’t want to
leave his bag again so took it with him to find the teacher. By the time he had found Mr Gillan and
explained everything that had happened during that morning, the other boys had
all changed and were waiting in the changing room. Mr Gillan marched into the changing room,
pushing Phil in front of him.
“Boys – this new boy has forgotten his kit
and told me that some of you took it.
Did you?”
“No Mr Gillan,” came the reply. Phil quickly surmised the respect hey showed
the head was also shown to sports teachers.
“And what do you boys have to wear if you
forget your kit?”
“Our underwear, Mr Gillan”
“But –“ Phil started
“ENOUGH!
You have already made us late to start, disrupted my lesson and lied
about your fellow students. NOT a good start with me, young man, I can see that
Mr Daniels was right. Don’t think you’ll
get any of that posh school special treatment with me! Start taking your school
clothes off!”
Phil sensed that it was better to do as he
Gillan wanted and was also a bit scared of the large Welshman in front of
him. He took off his jumper and then,
more reluctantly, his shirt as well. He stood in only his shoes, socks and
those tiny shorts.
“And the shorts, come on, we don’t have all
day”
“But I’ve not got anything on under them!”
Mr Gillan didn’t believe Phil and told him
to take them down or he would! Phil
didn’t know what to do – he had always had it drilled into him to do what a
teacher told him to and he was still scared of the large Welshman. He slowly unbuckled the shorts.
Everyone in the changing room roared with
laughter as his dick and balls became exposed.
“Do them back up you disgusting brat!” Mr
Gillan said, quite shocked that he really wasn’t wearing anything underneath
his shorts.
Phil quickly did them back up and then
followed his class to the gym.
Phil spent the next 45 minutes trying to
keep up with the exercises whist not ripping his shorts. It felt so strange being the only
bare-chested one. The exercise mixed
with the embarrassment of the whole situation caused the inevitable tenting in his
shorts. By the time they got back to the
changing rooms, Phil was totally humiliated and miserable.
When the other boys went into the changing
room, Mr Gillan pulled Phil over to the side to ‘remind’ him to bring his kit
next time. Most of the other boys had
changed and left by the time Phil got into the changing room. He found that his school jumper had gone and
the buttons on his shirt had been ripped off.
Knowing that Mr Gillan wouldn’t help him, he put his shirt over his
shoulders and left for his next class.
He kept trying to hug his shirt around him to avoid showing his torso as
he walked along the corridor but his arms kept being pulled away allowing
people to see his naked torso. In fact,
the shorts were so small that most of his pubis was also on show, including a
couple of the very few pubic hairs that he had.
Chapter 7
It wasn’t even lunch time and he had shown
everything he had to other members of the school. Now, his torso and pubis were on show and try
as he might, Phil couldn’t stop the other pupils making the most of the
opportunity.
Phil slunk to the back of the Maths class,
hoping that he could fade into the background and would finally be left alone
for a bit. This was not to be the case,
however, as several (mainly girls) if his classmates were still buzzing from
the scenes in the corridor. Shouting and
laughing ensued. The teacher tried in
vain to get the children to be quiet but they would not and a few minutes
later, the revered (or dreaded if you were Phil or a member of staff not
teaching sports) Mr Jones appeared at the front of the room. Without even needing to say a word, the class
settled and waited for Jones to speak.
“What EXACTLY is the meaning of all this
noise and fuss?” he questioned the poor, quivering teacher.
“I don’t know, Mr Jones, its all to do with
that new boy. He’s got them all hyped
up.”
“I’ll deal with you later. My office.
Lunchtime.” He continued, turning to
Phil, “so, you are causing trouble AGAIN in my school? Stand up!”
Phil, totally bemused as to how this could
possibly be his fault, slowly stood up.
When Mr Jones saw what Phil was wearing, he quickly understood why the
children were so noisy and was pleased that the rumours that he’d heard about
this new, pompous kid being brought down a peg or two were true.
“So, young man, you think that is suitable
clothing to wear to school? Have you
already forgotten what the school uniform is here?”
Phil, now looking down at the floor, told
Mr Jones about everything that happened to him; about the wedgie and his
trousers being taken; about the only clothing in the lost property box that
would fit him was those shorts and how he’d wished he’d worn his sports kit,
how his clothes had been stolen and broken after the sports lesson. Mr Jones stood there, nodding just about
succeeding in hiding his sniggers whereas the others in the room were less
successful. Phil’s face was red as he
finished.
“A lovely story. Did anyone see any of this happen?”
“Well, the caretaker found me in the
bathroom this morning. And I’m sure some of the other children must have seen
who took my clothes”
Just then, Harry piped up after being
nudged by Tom. “Actually, Mr Jones, we found him in the toilets this morning
giving himself a wedgie. We didn’t want to get involved in anything so silly so
we just left and went to class”
“I see. Thank you for telling me that,
Harry. You’ve done the right thing.”
“But..”
Phil was totally flabbergasted that such rot would be believed.
“ENOUGH!” Mr Jones interrupted, “and does
anyone know where his clothes are?”
Silence descended the room.
“Well, it looks as though your lies have
been found out again. You are not going
to wear that ripped shirt in my school. Take it off now.”
Phil was totally shocked. How could this be happening. Hesitantly, he removed the last covering that
the top of his body had and stood in the classroom, eyes all over him, wearing
nothing but a very tiny pair of shorts (and event they had a small rip under
the crotch).
Mr Jones instructed Phil to bring the shirt
to the front of the class and throw it in the bin. He hurried to his seat and sat back down,
totally humiliated. The other children
couldn’t help but laugh. Before he left,
he told Phil to report for lunchtime detention at The Wall. Phil had no idea what that meant but was sure
that it wouldn’t be good.
The teacher then started the maths
lesson. Normally, the other children
would not listen but rather enjoyed today’s lesson. She was obviously pissed off at Phil; blaming
him for her getting in trouble with the boss.
She directed the questions at him and told him off when he got them
wrong or took too long to answer. The
worst part, though, was her constant asking Phil to come to the front of the
class to demonstrate things on the board.
The girls rather enjoyed the view of his totally exposed torso but the
view of his groin even more. Being
nearly naked in class and humiliated had the expected response from his dick
and he was totally hard. The head
slipped out a couple of times and there was a very obvious tent.
At last, the end of the lesson came and
Phil headed off to find out what the Wall was all about.
Chapter 8
Walking through the corridors wearing
hardly anything was quite an experience for Phil. The other children loved it and shouted lots
of things at him. Only a few had the
courage to touch him thus far but nevertheless, Phil hurried through the
corridor as fast as he could and found one of the lunch supervisors to ask
about The Wall.
The Wall turned out to be a very simple
disciplinary idea. Phil was told to
stand next to a wall facing the playground with his hands behind his head. This meant that the naughty child would have
to suffer the boredom of standing doing nothing whilst watching everyone else
having fun; as well as the humiliation of standing in front of the rest of the
school in such a position. Of course,
for Phil, this humiliation would be worse as he was wearing hardly anything!
“And don’t even think about moving for ANY
reason,” the supervisor bluntly told him, “I’ve heard about you trying to get
all the staff in trouble and it ‘aint happening to me! I don’t care what happens, you stand totally
still or you’ll be sorry.” With that,
the supervisor yanked Phil’s hair as hard as he could and put his knee into his
groin. Phil doubled up in pain “You
can’t do that to me!” he yelped.
“Do what?” was the curt reply, “can you
really prove that anything happened?”
He almost replied but held his tongue,
“Just get through the rest of the day and then Mum will sort everything out.”
So, he stood there with his hands behind
his head. It didn’t take long for the
other children to start coming over and laughing at him but Phil just stood
there. Then, one of the younger boys
walked past him and ‘accidentally’ knocked his bag into Phil. The children waited to see if anything would
happen. It didn’t. Phil continued to
stand there and the supervisors let it slide.
Over the next 5 minutes, the children
became more and more daring as after each new incident, nothing happened. It started with light taps on his torso and
then his groin and then moved to pinching and slapping. Phil was starting to get more worried when
his nipples were tweaked and still nothing happened. More tweaking, poking and prodding resulted
in no help from the adults and the children were realising that they could do
whatever they wanted without interference.
A group of 13 year old girls, who had been
watching, decide they needed to get involved as well. Abby moved over to Phil and nonchalantly
started to rub his dick through his shorts.
It hardened very quickly and Phil moved his hands to stop this invasion.
“GET
YOUR ARMS BACK UP WHERE THEY SHOULD BE” shouted the supervisor who had earlier
hit him. Phil quickly, if reluctantly,
did as he was told. The trouble was, his
cock was very uncomfortable as it was being pushed downwards.
“Please stop doing that,” he begged Abby,
“its really hurting me.”
Abby looked confused, “I thought it was
supposed to feel good.”
“It usually does, but it not supposed to go
downwards when it’s hard.”
Abby and the others around started laughing but Abby carried on rubbing. “I
could stop but I like the feel, in fact, I think I should let someone else have
a turn.”
“Please,” begged Phil, who somehow managed
to keep his hands behind his head.
“OK, but only if you ask nicely”
“Please stop rubbing it,” asked Phil
“No – that’s not going to happen, ask for
help putting it somewhere more comfortable.”
Phil wasn’t sure what to do but then
decided he couldn’t cope any more.
“Please help me. My dick shouldn’t be
pointing downwards.”
“And how can I do that?” Abby replied as
she put her hand inside his shorts, “I can’t make it come up” Abby was pulling on his cock which was
causing Phil even more pain.
“Not like that,” he yelped, “you’re going
to break it. Open the zip or something,
ow!”
“OK then!” Abby replied and opened the
front of his shorts – both the button
and the zip. His cock sprung straight
out and stuck out in front of him. The
‘crowd’ roared with laughter.
Now totally humiliated, Phil brought his
hands down to close the button and zip.
“I thought I told you to stand still!” The voice came from behind the group – no one
had noticed the supervisor move over to them, all the children were totally
engrossed in the show they’d been watching.
The other kids were suddenly worried that they had gone too far and
would get in trouble. Phil, with his
boner sticking out in front of him, also thought the same.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I was just trying to
cover myself up after they exposed my, ahem, thing,” Phil said, thinking that
the supervisor would see that he was in the right.
Everyone was shocked at the reply, though.
“I heard you ASK for your shorts to be
opened, young man, so no. You wanted it, you get it!”
Phil was totally dumbstruck! Talk about taking things out of context! And then the supervisor walked away, calling
behind him “hands on your head, now!”
The other kids were in heaven but Phil just
couldn’t believe it!.
“Please do my shorts up,” Phil asked but Abby’s reply was very short.
“No, I don’t think so” and she moved aside.
Over the next 5 minutes, several hands
rubbed Phil’s cock, several pairs of eyes took in the first boner that many of
the girls had seen and then, the inevitable happened, and they saw the first
ejaculation. Phil wanted to die.
The group got bored then and walked away,
leaving Phil exposed.
“Guys, please, you can’t leave me like
this.”
“You’re right,” one of the girls replied, and pulled his
shorts down.
Once again, Phil was like a rabbit in
headlights. His brain didn’t seem to be
able to comprehend what was going on and he just stood there.
Just then, Mr Jones walked around the
corner.
“AND
AGAIN! I was coming out to check that
you had reported to The Wall as I’d instructed and I find you now even less
dressed and this mess on the floor in front of you. What the hell do they teach
you in these posh schools?!”
Before giving Phil the chance to answer, he
called the supervisors over. He wanted
to know how they’d allowed a naked boy to be standing on their playground.
“Sorry, Mr Jones, but we were just
following the routine and he did ask the girls to undo his shorts so I thought
let him humiliate himself even more. I’m
sorry if that was the wrong thing to do.”
“Seriously, he ASKED for his shorts to be
undone even though he wasn’t wearing any underwear!” Mr Jones wasn’t shocked often but this took
even him by surprise. “OK, I understand
and agree, you’ve done the right thing and followed our discipline policy
perfectly. I just wish the other staff
followed your lead.”
“But Mr Jones, it wasn’t like that, and
that one hit me.” Phil blurted out.
“Oh, really, and just where are the bruises
then? Did anyone see him ‘hit’ you? How can ‘Please undo my shorts’ be
misunderstood. Yet again, you are trying
to get my staff into trouble. I’M NOT GOING TO STAND FOR IT. You will stand by the wall again tomorrow
and, as you seem to like showing everyone your pathetic organ, you can stand
like again. I don’t want to hear another word.”
Phil quickly assessed the situation and
decided it was best to keep quiet. Lots
of the other kids had already seen him and there was only 5 minutes left. When he told his mother what had happened,
there was no way he would be coming back tomorrow so that threat didn’t matter.
The adults turned to leave but the
supervisor turned back and dragged his fingers across his throat. Shit.
Another member of staff who hates me, thought Phil.
Standing on a packed playground wearing
nothing was a surreal experience.
Earlier, the group of about 30 kids had effectively hidden him from view
but now he was totally on view. The kids
quickly noticed and turned to face him but just then, the bell went. Phil quickly pulled up his shorts and ran for
the toilets.
Hide in here and then get home. That’s the
plan….
(The End)