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School Assembly Part 1 
 
Ian liked school assemblies and the school he attended, like 
most English schools at the time, had to hold one every 
morning, by law.  It was only around ten minutes a day, 
before lessons, but he always looked forward to them.  But 
before you get worried and wonder if this story has been 
sent to the wrong group there's a few things you should 
know.  The school Ian went to was for boys only and it 
wasn't because of the hymns or biblical content that he 
liked the morning assembly so much.  No, it was all those 
boys, or more specifically, all those boys in school 
uniform!. 
 
Almost from the first day he started at the school, which 
took boys from around 11 to 18, he'd found something 
attractive about the standard uniform of white shirt, dark 
grey trousers and blazer, especially when they were filled 
with a boy.  The sight of an attractive teenager, his hips 
surrounded by  the waistband of the suggestive trousers and 
the hint of a firm ass filling out the rear, was usually 
enough to get his dick throbbing, even before he had 
discovered the pleasures of a good wank. But this was not 
the only reason he liked the assemblies in particular, 
another very powerful reason was the lack of chairs. 
 
The hall used for these morning meetings was not especially 
large and would have been unable to accommodate the 400 or 
so boys each morning has they been seated so the normal 
procedure was for them to file in and stand in roughly 
formed rows, all facing the small, raised area at the front 
from where the assembly was conducted.   The great thing 
about this arrangement, from Ian's point of view, was the 
opportunities it gave him to 'accidentally' brush against 
the other boys.  When each assembly ended there was a 
concerted move towards the two side entrances which meant 
that whilst Ian was part of this seething mass of boys, not 
only was there usually a boy so close behind him that he 
could feel his crotch rubbing against his ass but could also 
take the opportunity of pressing his, usually hard cock 
against the trousered ass of the boy in front of him.  No 
one had ever noticed what he did, or if they had, had never 
turned around and challenged him.  Of course, now he was 
nearly 14 it was even more fun although he had to be a 
little more careful when he rubbed against someone's ass 
nowadays as his cock was now rather bigger that it had been 
at 11. . Of course he'd liked to have done a lot more but 
even at that age he knew he had to be careful.  This was as 
far as his sexual desires towards his schoolmates had ever 
got so far but at least it meant he left every assembly with 
a pleasantly stiff cock and he loved feeling he got as he 
walked along, the sensitive head of his circumcised cock 
rubbing gently against the soft cotton of his underwear.  So 
far he'd never managed to cum before reaching his classroom 
but he still  lived in hope. 
 
Then one day things seemed to take a turn for the better. 
 
As he was leaving the assembly hall on that particular day 
he was carefully pressing his crotch against the trousered 
ass of the slightly younger boy in front.  He could feel 
himself getting hard but knew it was unlikely that the other 
boy would notice as everyone was jostling against everyone 
else.  Although he was concentrating on the feelings he was 
getting through the crotch of his trousers, he vaguely 
noticed that the boy behind had got pleasantly close, at 
least from Ian's point of view, and he could feel a crotch 
pressing against his own, cloth covered ass cheeks. Now up 
to this point things had gone about the same way as they 
usually did and in a minute or so Ian knew he'd be on his 
way to his class, trying to maximise the sensations from the 
head of his cock as it rubbed against his underwear as he 
walked. 
 
Then he noticed something slightly different from the normal 
routine.  For a brief moment he couldn't place it and then 
he realised what was - the pressure against his ass was 
getting harder, or rather there was something distinctly 
hard pushing against his trousers where they rested against 
the crack of his cheeks.  Obviously the boy behind him had 
got a hard on and was unable to pull away because of the 
crush.  At least that's what he thought to begin with but 
when the pressure increased more he felt a deliberate 
movement, as if the boy was wiggling his torso slightly 
causing his erection to rub across Ian's trousers.  At this 
point Ian knew that the boy was deliberately pushing his 
hard cock into his trousered ass and the realisation made 
his own dick spring to full rigidity.  Not wanting to alert 
the boy in front he drew back a little so his dick wouldn't 
be poking him too obviously but, of course, this action 
caused his rear to press even harder against the boner 
pushing against it.  The mass of schoolboys pushed 
inexorably towards the door and to Ian it was like someone 
was pushing him forwards by poking him with a broomstick, 
although it wasn't a broomstick!  He was dying to turn 
around and see who  was getting off by rubbing against his 
ass but the crush around him was too tight so he decided to 
wait until he was out of the room where he'd have more room 
to look around. 
 
As soon as he went through the door and felt the pressure of 
the surrounding boys easing he casually began to look behind 
him until he was half facing the boys who'd been immediately 
behind him. There were about half a dozen, but which one had 
been poking his ass?  Ian knew there was one obvious way to 
find out so he let his eyes lower until he was staring at 
the crotch areas of six pairs of trousers, searching for the 
pair containing an obvious erection.  The odd thing was all 
six seemed to have bulges but there was one whose fly seemed 
to be sticking out more than the others.  Ian flicked his 
eyes up again and found him staring at a gorgeous looking 
youth with dark hair and long, silky eyelashes that almost 
surrounded a pair of piercing blue eyes. Ian remembered 
seeing around the school and thought he was in the year 
above him.  The boy caught Ian's glance and stared back, 
without a trace of embarrassment, a slight grin on his face.  
Quickly Ian turned back and started walking along the 
corridor, now he now knew who had been rubbing his ass with 
a stiff cock he hadn't a clue what to do next, which was why 
he was now moving away quickly. 
 
The thing was that although he knew he liked boys and got 
excited rubbing against them, he'd never actually done 
anything sexually with anyone else.  In fact his only sexual 
release had been wanking in the privacy of his bedroom which 
probably explained his current reaction.  He thought he 
heard someone calling after him but didn't look around and, 
almost thankfully, entered his classroom and slipped behind 
a desk so his still bulging trousers were hidden from the 
others in the class.  He surreptitiously slipped a hand 
under the desk and gave the bulge a few gentle squeezes, 
wishing he could just pull out his cock and jerk off until 
he came.  Lessons came and went but however much he tried to 
concentrate he kept remembering  how good it had felt in 
assembly  having a rigid prick pressing into his ass and he 
wondered if he might be able to arrange to get in front of 
the same boy tomorrow on the way out of assembly. 
 
As soon as he got home that day he rushed to his room, 
pulling at the clip of his school trousers almost before 
he'd closed the door.  Unzipping his fly he flung himself on 
the bed and slipped down his briefs until they caught under 
his balls.  His still stiff cock flipped out and he grabbed 
it frantically and started wanking hard, pulling the smooth 
skin of the shaft up and down, causing it to rub against his 
pink cock head on each upward motion.  His hand moved faster 
and faster as he felt his release starting until, with a 
groan he felt his balls contract and his dick jerk as his, 
still small amounts of white cum spat from the cock slit and 
spattered over his stomach and still buttoned shirt.  He 
continued wanking, squeezing his softening shaft to extract 
the last drop of fluid, all the time thinking of the boy who 
had rubbed against him that morning. 
 
                                    . . . . . . . . 
 
Ian arrived at school earlier than usual the following day 
as he wanted to be able to spot the boy from yesterday going 
into assembly so he could position himself near him and get 
in front in the queue when the boys later left.  As the time 
for the boys to gather drew nearer he positioned himself a 
few yards from one of the doors and waited, occasionally 
looking at his watch as if he was waiting to meet someone.  
A trickle of boys started to walk into the assembly hall and 
he couldn't help looking at their trousered lower bodies as 
they passed him.  The trickle became s small flood and Ian 
searched the massing boys for the one he was waiting for.  
He was starting to think he must have missed him when there 
he was, the dark hair flopping over his forehead as he 
walked towards the door of the assembly room.  Ian timed his 
moment, slipped into the crowd  just in front of the other 
boy and entered the room.  As soon as he did so he realised 
he'd made a mistake as he wouldn't know whereabouts the 
other boy would decide to stand.  He stopped for a second 
but then the boys coming in behind him started to build up 
and he felt himself being pushed down the now fairly full 
hall.  To his surprise he realised that the pressure of the 
others was driving him towards the rear of the room but 
there wasn't a lot he could do about it and he kept moving 
until he found himself against the back wall.  To avoid 
getting squashed he moved along it until he reaches the 
corner of the oak panelled room and he felt the pressure 
ease as the boys behind him found a space.  He was a bit 
surprised there had been any space at the back as most boys 
preferred to get as far away from the masters as possible 
but resigned himself to the situation although he knew that 
not only had he missed 'the boy' but would also be at the 
end of the queue leaving so wouldn't be able to get his 
normal hard on from the boys pressing around him. 
 
He heard the doors of the hall close and the piano started 
playing the introduction to the school song and he looked at 
the boys standing in front of him.  There was only a few 
inches between them and his crotch and, just for a second, 
he was tempted to move foreword a fraction and press himself 
against the tempting grey clothed asses but he knew the risk 
of getting caught would be too great. Giving a small sigh, 
he as the piano started to play the first verse of the 
school song he started to sing with the others. 
 
At first he ignored the slight tugging feeling at his waist 
but when he felt fingers slipping inside the band of his 
trousers he suddenly forgot the words to the song and stood, 
silent, staring ahead and wondering what the hell was 
happening.  The fingers slid further inside his trousers and 
were now resting against the elasticated waistband of his 
briefs.  They remained there for a few seconds then Ian felt 
them pulling at the top of the briefs before coming into 
contact with his naked stomach.  His cock started hardening 
as the fingers moved across his smooth skin going further 
into the warm front of his briefs until they were resting 
against his soft patch of still downy pubic hair.  Ian had 
almost stopped breathing by now and his dick was pressing 
hard against his clothing as the fingers brushing across his 
body just above it started moving the last centimetre until 
he felt fingertips touching the base of his shaft. 
 
No one but him had ever touched him there before and it felt 
pretty good but when the hand slipped even further into his 
warm briefs until it was clasping his rigid five inches he 
closed his eyes at the sensation. Now the hand was starting 
to move up and down his cock, giving him a slow wank and 
each time it reached the top a thumb rubbed over his cock 
head. On one of these movements the thumb found a drop of 
pre-cum that had oozed from Ian's piss slit and it ever so 
carefully wiped it into the cock head causing Ian to jump 
fractionally as the intense sensation this caused shot 
through his body.  He noticed that the song had stopped and 
someone was speaking but he didn't really give a shit as the 
hand in his crotch had now started to speed up its 
manipulation of his cock.  Now, however, Ian was getting an 
even more intense feeling in his cock because the hand was 
now sliding it from side to side which made his dick head 
rub against the cotton material of his briefs.  The friction 
on the tip of his cock caused by its contact with his 
clothing was indescribable and Ian almost wanted to pull the 
hand away to stop the almost unbearable feeling but he 
didn't want to attract attention and didn't really want the 
sensations to stop.   
 
Now the hand was moving faster still rubbing the head of his 
now throbbing dick against the warm cotton and, momentarily, 
Ian wondered if he'd get friction burns but any such worries 
soon left him as he felt his crotch tensing.  His cock was 
starting to throb and swell and the intense pleasure rushing 
through him made him stand on tiptoe and tighten every 
muscle as he started spunking into his briefs.  As the 
pulsing movement continued in his shaft the hand stopped the 
rubbing motion and he felt the thumb start to stroke the top 
of his cock head, rubbing  ejaculated cum over the already 
unbearably sensitive organ which caused more  creamy sperm 
to spill from his slit over the rubbing thumb into the 
already damp briefs. His hands clenched as the hand have a 
final squeeze before sliding upwards and out from inside his 
briefs and trousers.  Ian stood there, his eyes still 
closed, feeling ecstatic at what had just happened and he 
felt a hand grab his left one and pull.  He let it follow 
without resistance and felt it being pushed past material 
until it made contact with a stiffish length of warm flesh 
which he realised was a cock. He felt his hand being wrapped 
around it and instinctively he started a wanking motion, 
feeling the loose skin moving under his hand.  Almost 
immediately he sensed a tensing in the body of whoever he 
was tossing off and he tried to speed up his movement, 
feeling the shaft start to jerk in his hand and warm, thick 
liquid sticking to his hand where the thumb and forefinger 
joined it. 
 
All too soon his hand was pulled from the trousers and 
released and it fell to his side.  He could feel stickiness 
on it and surreptitiously brought it up until he could see 
it enough to observe a few small patches of white, creamy 
looking liquid which he knew was someone else's spunk. Even 
as this was registering he realised the assembly was over 
and the boys were starting to move towards the door.  Ian 
casually brought his hand to his face and sniffed at the 
white liquid, immediately smelling the  familiar aroma of 
fresh cum and he decided he wanted to taste it.  As his 
tongue flicked over and tasted the slightly salty, creamy 
fluid that had just spunked from another boy he felt his own 
cock twitch one last time and spurt one final blob into his 
damp cotton briefs.  Suddenly realising what he had done he 
looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. 
 
Someone had and Ian found himself staring at a gorgeous 
looking youth with dark hair and long, silky eyelashes that 
almost surrounded a pair of piercing blue eyes. The boy 
caught Ian's glance and stared back, without a trace of 
embarrassment, a slight grin on his face and as Ian looked, 
the boy put a hand to his mouth and licked at what looked 
like a thin trail of white, sticky liquid. 
 

School Assembly 02  

When Ian left the hall after the amazing experience he'd just had, his cock
was limp after his recent ejaculation but that state of affairs didn't last
for long as his still damp, cummy briefs kept rubbing against his skin and
especially his dick which, of course, started it going again. Even after the
cotton material had dried off he still stayed hard, the knowledge that not
only had another boys hand been inside his underwear but also caused him to
spunk into them was enough to keep him permanently erect for the rest of the
morning.  The problem is, it's hard to concentrate on lessons when you've
got a boner trying to break out of your trousers, so his work that morning
wasn't of his usual standard. Not that he actually gave a shit at the time,
he was just waiting until lunchtime so he could get some relief.  That was
why as soon as the morning classes ended he made a beeline for the toilets,
rushed into a cubicle and locked it.  His fingers shook with tension as he
undid the fastening of his school trousers and let them slide down his legs,
closely followed by his white briefs.  He grabbed his rigid cock and started
to wank, eyes closed, thinking about the boy who'd tossed him off in
assembly.  He was just remembering the moment when he'd cum - when he did -
his spunk spattering his hand and falling onto the crumpled trousers and
briefs around his ankles.

Relieved of the desire to orgasm he pulled up his briefs, again getting a
clammy feeling against his skin where his newly spurted cream had landed on
them.  He pulled up his trousers and wiped them where drops of cum had
landed, leaving slightly shiny, slightly darker grey patches where the
material was now damp, fastened them, flushed the toilet as if he'd just had
a crap and left.

The trouble was he was now in a bit of a vicious circle, the wet cum patches
in his briefs had made him wank which had put more damp cum patches on his
briefs which soon got him hard again which made him want to wank .. . .  

He struggled through his afternoon lessons and as soon as the final bell
went he left the school and made his way home as quickly as he could. As
soon as he reached his room he stripped off, grabbed his briefs and flung
himself on the bed, facing the ceiling, one hand already wrapped around his
stiff dick.  As he started to wank yet again he brought his briefs to his
face and sniffed the inside of the front, trying to distinguish the scent of
cum from the more familiar aroma of boy cock that was wafting from them.  He
moved the white material over his face until he found the strongest evidence
of his earlier spunking and sniffed hard as he flailed his cock and thinking
about the boy wanking him that morning.  Yet again he had a massive orgasm,
although the physical evidence was not as predominant this time, his cock
just managing to ejaculate a few small spurts of creamy white liquid and as
his shaft stopped jerking he relaxed, eyes still closed, small puddles of
cum visible on his pale stomach.

. . . . . . . 

Ian woke the following morning with his usual erection but instead of
following his usual practice of having an early morning wank, he left his
eager cock alone.  He'd decided to this the night before as he wanted to
build up his spunk store just in case something  happened at the morning
assembly. So, apart from briefly touching it while he had a piss, (and that
had been a major operation, you try pissing with a hard on!), he left it
well alone.  He got dressed, deciding to wear the same pair of briefs from
yesterday as the knowledge that were cum stained increased his sexual
excitement, and after grabbing some quick breakfast made his way to school.

Unlike yesterday, when he reached the school, he didn't hang around the door
of the assembly hall but went straight in and walked to the rear of the
room. He took up a position in the same corner as yesterday and waited,
hoping that his expectations would be fulfilled.  As the hall started to
fill up with boys, all wearing their white shirts and dark grey trousers, he
scanned the entrances anxiously, looking for 'the boy'.  He was beginning to
think he was out of luck when he saw him enter the room.  Ian stared as the
boy, accompanied by some others, made his way through the crowded room
towards where Ian was waiting expectantly but then, instead of taking up a
position beside him as he'd done yesterday, this time he and his friends
stood in front of the waiting youth.

Ian sagged in disappointment, had he done something wrong or wasn't the boy
interested any more?  He felt embarrassed at the way he'd rushed to the back
of the hall assuming the boy would wank him off again and, had it been
possible, he would have changed position but the line of boys in front of
him now made that impossible.  Then he heard the familiar notes of the
school song as the morning assembly began.

To avoid catching the eye of anyone who looked around Ian was staring over
the tops of the heads of the boys in front of him so he no warning of what
was about to happen.  The first intimation he got that this was going to be
another unusual assembly was when he felt hands brushing over the crotch of
his school trousers, making him feel as if a jolt of electricity had gone
through him.  Not daring to move in case the hands stopped their sensual
movements he kept staring ahead as the hands explored his trousers where
they covered his again rigid cock.  One hand was now squeezing his hard on
through the clothing covering it and the other was doing the same thing to
his balls. Ian closed his eyes sio he could enjoy the sensations as much as
possible but was a little disappointed as there was no way the boy feeling
him up would be able to slip his hand into the waistband and wank him off
like he had yesterday.

The hands continued their sensual rubbing of his pubic area through his
trousers for a while longer then Ian heard a faint sound that seemed
familiar. He couldn't recall what it was for a second but as the pressure of
his cock against his clothing suddenly eased he realised that his zip was
being pulled slowly down.  Next he felt hands at the waistband and fingers
fumbling with the trouser clip.  His trouser waistband sprung free and he
felt them slipping down his legs until they caught against his knees.  His
eyes snapped open in panic as he realised the situation he was in, standing
in a room full of boys with his trousers half down, surely someone would be
able to see him and say something. As he flashed a quick look around he
realised that something had changed and saw that the line of boys,
originally in front of him, were now standing in a fairly tight semicircle
which not only completely obscured his view of the room but also meant no
body outside the semicircle could see him.  Ian's panic abated and he let
himself bask in the enjoyable sensations coming from his crotch.

The hands were now stroking his bare legs and rubbing over the cotton briefs
which were tenting up where his dick was pushing the flimsy material
outwards. Ian was already getting a warm tingly feeling as fingers rubbed
his cloth covered balls but when he suddenly felt a mouth start to suck his
cock through his briefs he almost stopped breathing.  The strange thing was
that he didn't find the idea of someone sucking him off through his
underpants gross at all, mainly because it felt so good, the now wet cotton
sticking to his shaft as the mouth continued to suck while a hand gently
squeezed his balls.  In fact he started make a slight thrusting movement
with his hips to increase the wonderful feelings coming from his sex site.
Now there was also a hand rubbing over the rear of his briefs where they
covered his ass and occasionally a finger pressed the material into the
crack that separated his two firm ass cheeks.

All these pleasant sensations continued for a few minutes and Ian felt the
start of a familiar feeling, the one he got when he was just beginning to
build up to a climax. The mouth was now sucking harder at his brief clad
cock and the finger at his ass crack was investigating it further, forcing
the material of his briefs towards his asshole.  Now his cock was starting
to pulsate due to the warm mouth around it and he knew that he would be
cumming pretty soon.  Then the sucking stopped and the mouth was withdrawn.

Ian couldn't believe it, just before he was going to get the satisfaction he
needed the bastard had given up.  He kept his eyes closed and his hands
closed into fists with frustration.  But then he felt the hands on his
briefs again, this time at the opening he usually used to piss out of,
opening it out but, at the same time, ensuring his hard shaft didn't pop out
of it. Now something was entering the opened slit in the cloth and suddenly
felt what could only be another hard prick rubbing against his own.  A hand
tightened over his cotton briefs, pressing them against the invading cock
and started to wank it off, the cock head pressing against Ian's downy
pubic hair as the hand dragged the cotton underpants up and down the other
boys shaft, getting faster and faster. Then a hand clasped his ass and
squeezed hard and as it did so Ian felt his dick and crotch getting hot, wet
and sticky as the other boy's cum started spurting from his piss slit and
into the saliva damp briefs.

This was the last thing Ian had expected but the sensations he was getting
as another boys cum soaked his cock was all it needed and his own prick
started jerking excitedly as it deposited its own store of boy sperm into
the cummy briefs and over the still wanking cock of the other boy.  Ian
realised he had grabbed the other boy as he'd started spurting and the feel
of the school trousers clutched in his hand heightened his orgiastic
excitement more than he'd ever believed possible, causing another gob of
spunk to leave his wet piss slit and mix with the last of the cum now
spitting weakly from the other boy.  Then the other cock was pulled away
from Ian's now cum soaked white underpants and he felt them snap back
against his skin with a faint squelch as the still warm cum mix inside them
pressed against his skin.  Hand pulled up his trousers and fastened them and
as his zip was pulled up the hand gave his crotch a final firm run which
caused an exquisite slimy sensation in his crotch as the spunk there was
spread around his crotch, cock and balls.

Ian leant against the wall, pretty exhausted and opened his eyes slightly.
As expected he was looking at that gorgeous looking youth with dark hair and
long, silky eyelashes that almost surrounded a pair of piercing blue eyes.
Just like the day before he  caught Ian's glance and stared back, without a
trace of embarrassment, a slight grin on his face as he slowly pushed a
softening, slightly cum stained cock into the fly of his trousers, teasingly
zipped himself up and then turned around to face the front of the hall.

Ian remained leaning against the wall for the last minute of assembly,
trying to get his breathing back to normal, looking at the backs of an
'innocent' semicircle of boys.  When  the assembly finally ended  he
followed everyone towards the door, hoping no one else could hear what to
him seemed to be extremely loud, slurping noises that were emanating from
his cum soaked underpants as he walked.