We all like to edge, I am sure. I remember vividly how I began masturbating, which was essentially edging because I was scared of this feeling that was building up inside me. When I finally let it roll, I never looked back!
Edging became quite a thing with me and I would also absent-mindedly play with my cock when I was bored or distracted or at a loose end. If I was alone, I would get it out and do it properly, but often that wasn't an option so I would just squeeze it through my trousers and underwear and just enjoy the sensation of being hard and aroused. If there were other people around, I would have something in my lap like a bag or a book to hide what I was doing, and having a smaller-than-average cock was a definite advantage because even if I stood up, the bulge wasn't obvious. I was thankful for that more than once!
Over time, I had become adept at squeezing myself up to full erection and then carrying on, savouring the sensation of not quite cuming. I would take care of that later at home! This was a habit that I practiced in a number of places including on the bus, in the library, in the car, on a plane and, sometimes, at school. I would play with myself ever so discretely, bringing myself close to the edge a few times and then stop, savouring that tingle and the dull ache from the lack of release.
However, this one time it didn't quite go according to plan. I was at school in an English class. It was summer and quite warm and it was just after morning break, so probably around 10.30 or so. The guy I usually shared a desk with was off sick and so there was just me at the desk, but surrounded by the other kids. The teacher was droning on about some book or other which I had already read and so I wasn't terribly interested and my mind quickly started to wander. Our school was barbaric in making morning lessons 90 minutes long so I was in for a dull morning.
Without really thinking about it I started to squeeze myself through my trousers and briefs. I wasn't fantasising or eyeing anyone up; my mind was just wandering and so was my hand. I loved the sensation as my cock started to swell up and after a minute or two it awoke and started to grow. I adjusted my position so that the kids around me wouldn't notice anything, which was fairly simple as the desks were fairly far apart and my row was next to the window, making it simple to hide what I was doing. I had my technique down - I squeezed gently with just my first and second fingers and my thumb but my hand and arm didn't move at all. If someone looked at me they would see my pen in my right hand poised above my notes and noting else. All the action was going on on my left. They might thing that it was a little odd that I was slightly twisted to the left, but unlikely.And so I began. After maybe 10 minutes my cock was as big as it ever got and throbbing in my trousers. I savoured the sensations welling up from my groin and the naughtiness of it all as I continued to ever-so-subtly squeeze myself.After a few more minutes of surreptitious stimulation, I was quite close and I could feel the pressure building up. This was my favourite part. I let go of the bulge in my trousers and smiled to myself as I felt my cock throb a couple of times before the excitement passed and things in my briefs settled down.Once I had calmed down, I checked to make sure that no one was suddenly watching me before reaching for the bulge again, squeezing gently to return me to the edge.Over and over I did this, each time feeling better than the last and each adding to the feeling of tension and fullness in my groin. I must have climbed the slope six or eight times and I could feel that my cock was leaking precum into my briefs.The lesson must have been half over by then and I was actually enjoying English class for once! Another quick look around to see if anyone was watching, and back my hand went to my bulge. Gently I started to squeeze my now throbbing cock and started it back up the hill to the edge of orgasm. I could feel it growing and building deep inside me and the precum building in the shaft and leaking from the tip. I was in heaven. This was one of the best sessions I had ever done - and right there in the middle of everyone!The sensation grew and I knew I needed to stop soon, but just tried to draw out the sensation a little longer. After another couple of seconds I stopped and withdrew my fingers maybe half an inch, as before. The sensation was fantastic. But this time it didn't stop. I realised with horror that I had got too close. I had tipped myself over and there was nothing that I could do to stop myself. I was going to nut in my pants in the middle of English class surrounded by all my friends.The sensation carried on rising with a life of its own and I felt that familiar wave of pleasure sweep up from my groin and wash over me. I managed not to make a sound or even to shudder - lots of practice from surreptitiously masturbating on camp surrounded by other boys probably all secretly doing the same! Then I felt my balls contract up towards my body and then the pulsing began at the base of my cock, my balls and all the way back to my hole. Here it came. The first spurt seemed enormous and there was nothing I could do to stop it or even try to soak it up. No time, and anyway that would definitely have blown my cover. It was all going into my briefs. Now usually there would just be the regular amount of cum and of course it would not be too runny. But I had been edging in class for the better part of an hour and had also (as usual) edged that morning in the shower and so there was gallons of it, and it was much much thinner than just a normal cum. All I could do was to sit there as I felt pulse after pulse of orgasm sweep across my groin and my cock throb over and over again as I pumped what seemed like a lake of cum into my underwear.
Finally, the pulsing slowed and then stopped and the flow of cum abated although I could still feel it dribbling out. It felt as though I was soaked. Another quick look around confirmed that all my classmates were lost in their own thoughts - some even appeared to be listening to the teacher - so I leaned back a little and had a look at the front of my trousers. Sure enough, there was a dark stain spreading from where the tip of my cock still was. As I watched, the stain continued to spread wider and wider, eventually covering maybe half the front of my trousers from the right pocket to the fly. My briefs were soaked and I was sure I could feel drips on my thighs. And there was nothing I could do about any of it.For the next 45 minutes, I set in class in my cum-soaked underwear with the wet stain across the front of my grey flannel school uniform trousers. No mistaking that there was a stain, and no mistaking what it was. If I was spotted, I would never have heard the end of it. When finally the bell went and I could escape, I headed for the toilet with my schoolbag clutched in front of my soaked crotch. I tried to clan up as best I could, but by then there was not much to be done. I carried the bag around like that for the rest of the day.
It was a very damp and sticky afternoon!
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