learning french with classmates (MMM/M)
Posted: Fri May 01, 2020 5:39 am
Hi there,
today I would like to share a story that happend to me when I was 15 years old.
The persons involved are all around the age of 15, as we were all in the same class at school.
At the time I was in the national swimming team of Switzerland, I was training at least every day of the week, sometimes even twice a day. I was around 185 cm tall, blond hair and blue eyes, very little body hair, only a bit from the navel down. My grandmother was French, that’s why I grew up speaking German and French fluently and I was very good at school when it came to French language. And in Switzerland the French language is mandatory at school and the grades very important in order to pass the year.
My classmates involved in this story were Chris, Pascal and David.
Chris was a tennis player, also training nearly every day. A bit taller than myself, slim but very muscular. Brown hair and eyes.
Pascal was in the soccer team. Since he was from Italian origin, he was not as tall, but also very sporty and as soon as the temperatures were rising above 20° C he was always wearing soccer shorts. Always.
David was a handsome guy of white skin but dark hair.
The day we are talking about now was in June. It was very hot, bright sunshine and no wind at all. End of July the semester ends, therefore the final exams were coming closer and closer. And the three of them were approaching me some days ago, if we could go through the material we had to learn for the exam in French language. Of course I said yes, so we agreed on meeting in the afternoon after school finished for learning together.
Originally I planned to go home after school and meet them later, but since we have been at school the whole morning, we decided to go to the public swimming pool after school to refresh and then go directly to Chris’ place to do the French stuff. Since nobody was expecting me at home I agreed to the plan, even though I had no swimwear with me. The others were not prepared for a swim neither, but we have had PE-class in the morning. So we had some sport shorts, who cares…
Chris had his tennis shorts, Pascal his soccer shorts (of course) and David some adidas gym shorts.
Myself I was wearing nylon shorts of the brand ‘arena’. This brand was a sponsor of the swim team, that’s why we got these shorts for free. These were pretty oldschool: shiny nylon fabric, very short, no inner lining, with a white stripe at the side. Because they were so short, I took one of size XXL when these were distributed, because as a teenager you don’t want to wear short shorts. The XXL-size was not much longer though, but very wide at the legs. For PE-class it does not matter, since you wear undies underneath, and even if the shorts are shorter than the shorts of all the other boys, no problem.
So after school we went for the pool. Nowadays it is common to wear undies even for swimming, but for us that was out of thought. It was simply not an option. So we all put on our shorts and off we go.
After swimming we were still wet and the day was very hot, so we decided to keep our shorts on to let them dry on the way home and just put on a t-shirt.
We went to Chris place, because he had by far the biggest room for himself: his family was living in a house with garden and he had the attic all for himself. I was a huge room just under the roof, high ceiling and the timber bars supporting the roof of the house were open. During winter it was very cold there, and during summer the place heated up. As it was a sunny day, the first thing we did was to open all the windows, but it was still hot up there. We simply removed our shirts and got ready for school stuff. Take out the books, pens, etc.
I did not care too much first, but then I noticed that the short shorts of size XXL were not very suitable: as soon as I opened my legs a bit, others could really see everything. I could have been wearing a skirt, it wouldn’t make a difference. Once I noticed that, I was trying to sit like a woman. No problem (I thought).
We started to go through the French lessons, and I tried to teach the others what appeared to me like self-evident, because I spoke French every day at home.
I must have been a bit too strict with the others or they just decided that they have enough of that f**king language. But I kept trying to teach them something.
Suddenly Chris produced a roll of duct tape and said to the others: ‘I have enough of that shit, I can’t hear it anymore, let’s cover his mouth!’
That’s what they did: they jumped on me, pushed me backwards to the floor and covered my mouth with duct tape. I was lying on my back while Chris was sitting on my torso and handling the tape, while Pascal and David held my arms down. Once I was gagged they were a bit at a loss with the situation, because as soon as they would release me, I would of course remove the gag.
I think it was Pascal who had the idea to tie my arms to the timber bars supporting the roof. I do not know where they had the ropes from, but while Chris was still sitting on my chest, David and Pascal tied ropes around each of my wrists. Once that was done, they told Chris to move up and push down my arms with his knees. He did as he was told, I still could not move a bit. But I had the seam of his tennis shorts on my mouth and nose, if he would not have been wearing them, I would have sucked his balls. And this made me quite a bit horny, even though I was desperately trying to find out what they had in mind with me. But at the same time I could feel the blood pumping into my penis. I did not know what to do and what to think of, the blood just kept flowing into my dick and I felt the contact with the nylon fabric on the shaft and the head of my dick.
Pascal and David tied the ropes to two poles and pulled them tight. Suddenly I felt like crucified: both arms stretched out wide apart. The boys were satisfied with their work and Chris stood up. I saw my moment coming and started to struggle against my bonds. My legs were still free and the weight of Chris sitting on my upper chest was gone. So I could really fight and wind myself, even though my arms were securely tied to the timber bars.
Quickly the boys realized that they had missed something: approaching from above, where my arms were securely tied and my upper body was immobilized, they pushed down my body and legs with all the weight of 3 guys. I was so lucky that in the meantime my dick softened again, because I was concentrating of getting free somehow.
Lying on your back with your arms tied far away to each side and three boys pushing you down you have no chance. You can struggle, but you know that they are stronger. There is no real clue why you would try to fight, but I still did. I think everybody would have done so.
Again they produced some ropes from somewhere, afterwards I realized that for the ankles they used these belts that you use for securing some cargo on a trailer or so.
Chris and Pascal held me down, while David attached one belt on my left ankle and secured it at the timber pole in the back of the room. No skills were needed for that, because around my ankle the belt pulled tight automatically and for the pole there was a hook. You could even tighten the belt with a ratchet! And the same thing they did with my right leg, secured the belt around the ankle and pulled it tight. I was really stretched out, arms and legs wide apart and the only thing I could move was my head. I still had the duct tape covering my mouth, so all I could do was shake my head and do MMMPPPHHHHH sounds.
Now they were satisfied with their work and I don’t know why, but I still remember Pascal standing between my wide spread legs and looking down on me, with that nasty grin and a little bit of his cock standing out against his soccer shorts. No one of was wearing anything under the shorts, since we came straight from swimming. And soccer shorts are made of very light fabric: you should be well in control of your dick while wearing these without underwear. But we were all 15, none of us was in control, at least I wasn’t:
I was lying there with my legs spread as wide apart as I could, wearing these XXL-sized nylon shorts without any inner lining, a hot Italian soccer player standing between my legs, his toes could have touched my inner thighs if he would have moved it and his dick just slightly bulging his soccer shorts, the only thing he was wearing. How could I not get aroused? I would get a boner even now, but at the age of 15…
If only I had been wearing other shorts! Some with inner lining!
My dick started again to touch the nylon fabric. This smooth but still cool feeling, every move you (or your dick) does feels like someone has applied oil or lube at it. Everything, helpless, being tied up, gagged, the shorts, the boys, the heat: my dick shouted BONER TIME!!!
today I would like to share a story that happend to me when I was 15 years old.
The persons involved are all around the age of 15, as we were all in the same class at school.
At the time I was in the national swimming team of Switzerland, I was training at least every day of the week, sometimes even twice a day. I was around 185 cm tall, blond hair and blue eyes, very little body hair, only a bit from the navel down. My grandmother was French, that’s why I grew up speaking German and French fluently and I was very good at school when it came to French language. And in Switzerland the French language is mandatory at school and the grades very important in order to pass the year.
My classmates involved in this story were Chris, Pascal and David.
Chris was a tennis player, also training nearly every day. A bit taller than myself, slim but very muscular. Brown hair and eyes.
Pascal was in the soccer team. Since he was from Italian origin, he was not as tall, but also very sporty and as soon as the temperatures were rising above 20° C he was always wearing soccer shorts. Always.
David was a handsome guy of white skin but dark hair.
The day we are talking about now was in June. It was very hot, bright sunshine and no wind at all. End of July the semester ends, therefore the final exams were coming closer and closer. And the three of them were approaching me some days ago, if we could go through the material we had to learn for the exam in French language. Of course I said yes, so we agreed on meeting in the afternoon after school finished for learning together.
Originally I planned to go home after school and meet them later, but since we have been at school the whole morning, we decided to go to the public swimming pool after school to refresh and then go directly to Chris’ place to do the French stuff. Since nobody was expecting me at home I agreed to the plan, even though I had no swimwear with me. The others were not prepared for a swim neither, but we have had PE-class in the morning. So we had some sport shorts, who cares…
Chris had his tennis shorts, Pascal his soccer shorts (of course) and David some adidas gym shorts.
Myself I was wearing nylon shorts of the brand ‘arena’. This brand was a sponsor of the swim team, that’s why we got these shorts for free. These were pretty oldschool: shiny nylon fabric, very short, no inner lining, with a white stripe at the side. Because they were so short, I took one of size XXL when these were distributed, because as a teenager you don’t want to wear short shorts. The XXL-size was not much longer though, but very wide at the legs. For PE-class it does not matter, since you wear undies underneath, and even if the shorts are shorter than the shorts of all the other boys, no problem.
So after school we went for the pool. Nowadays it is common to wear undies even for swimming, but for us that was out of thought. It was simply not an option. So we all put on our shorts and off we go.
After swimming we were still wet and the day was very hot, so we decided to keep our shorts on to let them dry on the way home and just put on a t-shirt.
We went to Chris place, because he had by far the biggest room for himself: his family was living in a house with garden and he had the attic all for himself. I was a huge room just under the roof, high ceiling and the timber bars supporting the roof of the house were open. During winter it was very cold there, and during summer the place heated up. As it was a sunny day, the first thing we did was to open all the windows, but it was still hot up there. We simply removed our shirts and got ready for school stuff. Take out the books, pens, etc.
I did not care too much first, but then I noticed that the short shorts of size XXL were not very suitable: as soon as I opened my legs a bit, others could really see everything. I could have been wearing a skirt, it wouldn’t make a difference. Once I noticed that, I was trying to sit like a woman. No problem (I thought).
We started to go through the French lessons, and I tried to teach the others what appeared to me like self-evident, because I spoke French every day at home.
I must have been a bit too strict with the others or they just decided that they have enough of that f**king language. But I kept trying to teach them something.
Suddenly Chris produced a roll of duct tape and said to the others: ‘I have enough of that shit, I can’t hear it anymore, let’s cover his mouth!’
That’s what they did: they jumped on me, pushed me backwards to the floor and covered my mouth with duct tape. I was lying on my back while Chris was sitting on my torso and handling the tape, while Pascal and David held my arms down. Once I was gagged they were a bit at a loss with the situation, because as soon as they would release me, I would of course remove the gag.
I think it was Pascal who had the idea to tie my arms to the timber bars supporting the roof. I do not know where they had the ropes from, but while Chris was still sitting on my chest, David and Pascal tied ropes around each of my wrists. Once that was done, they told Chris to move up and push down my arms with his knees. He did as he was told, I still could not move a bit. But I had the seam of his tennis shorts on my mouth and nose, if he would not have been wearing them, I would have sucked his balls. And this made me quite a bit horny, even though I was desperately trying to find out what they had in mind with me. But at the same time I could feel the blood pumping into my penis. I did not know what to do and what to think of, the blood just kept flowing into my dick and I felt the contact with the nylon fabric on the shaft and the head of my dick.
Pascal and David tied the ropes to two poles and pulled them tight. Suddenly I felt like crucified: both arms stretched out wide apart. The boys were satisfied with their work and Chris stood up. I saw my moment coming and started to struggle against my bonds. My legs were still free and the weight of Chris sitting on my upper chest was gone. So I could really fight and wind myself, even though my arms were securely tied to the timber bars.
Quickly the boys realized that they had missed something: approaching from above, where my arms were securely tied and my upper body was immobilized, they pushed down my body and legs with all the weight of 3 guys. I was so lucky that in the meantime my dick softened again, because I was concentrating of getting free somehow.
Lying on your back with your arms tied far away to each side and three boys pushing you down you have no chance. You can struggle, but you know that they are stronger. There is no real clue why you would try to fight, but I still did. I think everybody would have done so.
Again they produced some ropes from somewhere, afterwards I realized that for the ankles they used these belts that you use for securing some cargo on a trailer or so.
Chris and Pascal held me down, while David attached one belt on my left ankle and secured it at the timber pole in the back of the room. No skills were needed for that, because around my ankle the belt pulled tight automatically and for the pole there was a hook. You could even tighten the belt with a ratchet! And the same thing they did with my right leg, secured the belt around the ankle and pulled it tight. I was really stretched out, arms and legs wide apart and the only thing I could move was my head. I still had the duct tape covering my mouth, so all I could do was shake my head and do MMMPPPHHHHH sounds.
Now they were satisfied with their work and I don’t know why, but I still remember Pascal standing between my wide spread legs and looking down on me, with that nasty grin and a little bit of his cock standing out against his soccer shorts. No one of was wearing anything under the shorts, since we came straight from swimming. And soccer shorts are made of very light fabric: you should be well in control of your dick while wearing these without underwear. But we were all 15, none of us was in control, at least I wasn’t:
I was lying there with my legs spread as wide apart as I could, wearing these XXL-sized nylon shorts without any inner lining, a hot Italian soccer player standing between my legs, his toes could have touched my inner thighs if he would have moved it and his dick just slightly bulging his soccer shorts, the only thing he was wearing. How could I not get aroused? I would get a boner even now, but at the age of 15…
If only I had been wearing other shorts! Some with inner lining!
My dick started again to touch the nylon fabric. This smooth but still cool feeling, every move you (or your dick) does feels like someone has applied oil or lube at it. Everything, helpless, being tied up, gagged, the shorts, the boys, the heat: my dick shouted BONER TIME!!!