At 13/14 I was horny all day, all night long, with about 4 inches of bone most of the time. In geography class, I was placed in the back row next to the class wimp, nice enough guy, but not the type of guy I wanted to be seen around with (I'm ashamed now, ok?). After a few classes there, I noticed that his hand was always in his pocket working away. It was a turn on. When he saw me looking, he took his hand out of his pocket and tried to slip it into mine. When I pushed him away, he grabbed my hand and slipped it into his pocket. Already excited but scared, I let him push it in. I felt his wet cockhead thru a hole in the pocket, and instantly felt my cock twitch as he pushed his hand in my pocket. We gently wanked each other, still looking at and listening to Miss Knowles about the Amazon or whatever. That first time, we both came quick. By the end of the school year, we had the timing spot on, making it last nearly to the end of the class. Neither of us left geography before we had cum running down our inside thighs. Of course, it was normal, but I'm still sorry we never socialised apart from that. I MADE a hole in my pocket after that first session. And of course, that as normal, too. For me anyway.
Ya write a good fantasy story tho.
Nice spin on pocket hole theory . . .