Good boy gone bad

A boy has many influences in life - some good, some bad!

14 year old Ryan was bored. This was unlike him. He was a boy who generally worked hard at school and was a credit to his church going parents. Now here he was in his Geography class and his mind was wandering. He had been idly looking at his teacher, Miss Taylor's nipples underneath her tight white blouse. The material was stretched across her impressive tits and the nipples looked quite pert and erect, almost as if she was a bit turned on! He had also been studying the back of her tight skirt and wondering if she was wearing any knickers. There seemed to be no visible panty line. But even this was now beginning to tire him as she droned on.

Ryan looked to his right. He was sat in the back row of desks and, in the corner sat Gary, who was clearly bored too and yawning widely. Gary was a very different boy to Ryan. He was dark and sturdily built, a member of the school rugby team. 14 also, but could easily be mistaken for at least a couple of years older. Ryan knew he himself had an impressive body too, but was leaner with blond, tousled hair and red beestung lips. He was aware he could be considered quite a pretty boy.

Gary was different in temperament too, always getting into trouble. Well, at least, always up to no good, but somehow always managing to get away with it! Sometimes it was just juvenile pranks, but in more recent times there had been a more serious incident. A girl from their class had made the accusation that Gary had dragged her behind the school toilets, yanked her panties down and, against her will, had finger fucked her to orgasm. The girl's parents were naturally outraged and complained to the headmaster. The girl was taken out of school to recover from her 'trauma', but Gary continued attending class and didn't seem to be in any way punished for his misdemeanour. The parents were disgusted and withdrew their daughter from the school completely. After a while the narrative changed, largely fuelled by the boys, that the girl was a slut who had led Gary on and got what she deserved and Gary's reputation had risen among the class members, especially the boys, of course!

Ryan and Gary were not friends particularly, but Ryan had begun to secretly admire his classmate and his ability to get away with everything. Now, in his Geography class, he was surprised to see Gary unzipping his trousers under his desk and, with a wink in Ryan's direction, expose his cock. Ryan had seen Gary's todger before, of course, in the showers after games and had (discreetly of course) been impressed by the thick six-incher on display. Yes, it was a beauty, Ryan had to admit! Now he watched as Gary began to wank, his dick getting stiffer and harder under the desk and, after a very short while, began firing great ropes of spunk on to the parquet classroom floor. The teacher was quite oblivious, of course, and continued to whine on about isthmuses and promonitories. Gary, in the meantime, with another wink to Ryan, casually produced a tissue from his pocket and cleaned himself up. "Wow!" thought Ryan. " What a guy! "

Miss Taylor was stood in front of a map of the world with the countries' names blanked out. She had various flags on pins and was asking the class to identify the countries' locations. "Now", she said "Can anyone tell me where I should stick this Austrian flag?"
" Yeah, up your arsehole, miss! " came the reply.
Ryan let out an involuntary guffaw and quickly covered his mouth.
"Who said that?!" roared the teacher. It was Gary, of course.
" It was you, wasn't it, Gary Matthews? You disgusting boy! " Gary just shrugged.
"And Ryan Harris", she continued. "I'm surprised at you finding such a dirty remark amusing". Ryan looked down at the floor, but still stifling a laugh and feeling amazed that Gary would have shouted out such a thing.
Then, instead of remaining quiet, Gary piped up again. "Oh chill out, miss! It was just a fucking joke!!"
" Don't you dare use that language in my class! I'm sending you straight to the headmaster for punishment and you too, Ryan Harris! I'm very disappointed in you! "
Both boys stood up. "Go straight to the Headmaster's office now! And be assured I shall be checking that you've reported to him and I shall text him about your obscene remarks, Gary Matthews!"

The boys walked together along the corridor. Ryan was a bit concerned natura!ly. It was unlike him to be in trouble, but Gary was striding along, whistling. "How I wish I could be more like him" he thought. And, for some reason, the vision of Gary's cock shooting its load in class came into his head.

"Miss Taylor sent through a text" said Mrs. Windass, the Headmaster's Secretary to the two boys in front of her. "Go straight into Mr. Bond's office."
Mr. Bond was sat behind his large mahogany desk. The boys walked to stand in front of him. Ryan was frowning, but he noticed that Gary seemed to have a smirk on his face. "Oh Gary!" said the headmaster. Ryan was a little surprised at this. The boys were normally addressed by surname. " Oh Gary! " he repeated. "What am I to do with you?"
Mr. Bond got up, came round the desk and stood before Gary.
"I think you know the answer to that one, don't you?" said the boy.
And Ryan watched, open mouthed, as the headmaster got on his knees in front of Gary, who then said in a commanding tone, "Now unbuckle my belt, faggot!"

To be continued if wanted!