Phil Brown’s School Days 5-8

Phil Brown’s School Days Chapters 5 to 8

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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)