Modern Life (Part Two: Photography)

On his way, Oliver walks past many students. Students walking alone, students walking in groups, students facing their lockers, students walking behind him, students walking in front of him, students walking alongside him, etc. All of them oblivious. He even stopped in the middle of the hallway and started pulling on his cock again in short bursts. Even now, he could feel that he was close to cumming, but he didn't want to blow his load too early. He would give its some short strokes right up until the edge of orgasm and then pull away, letting his cock spasm with anticipation, but without release, not yet. As usual, everyone ignored him, and if he was standing in their way they would simply move, but never stop to notice.

He was killing time on purpose, because he was planning to test his circumstances by arriving to class late next. Before, he arrived on time, and the room filled up after him. Now he was going to arrive late not only to risk the seated students looking up, but to risk the teacher confronting him about tardiness. And while he was waiting he supposed that there was nothing better to do than for him to play with himself.

He wasn't wearing a watch so he didn't know how much time he needed to waste, so he simply decided to guess, thinking it was safe to waste more time than less, and after thinking to himself that enough time had elapsed he moved on and made his way to his locker, a detour further delaying his journey, but a necessary one. He used his combination to open it and pulled out his camera, which he would be using in his next class: photography. He wrapped the lanyard around his neck and closed his locker. Then he started walking towards his destination. Along the way, he heard the tardy bell ring, meaning that he was now late. While some of the few students still left in the hall around him were alarmed and now worryingly speed-walking, he smiled at the sound and continued a relaxed walk until he got to his destination.

Even if he was certain what was going to happen, he knew that never truly knew. He was afflicted by the same weakness that he was exploiting. They built up these rules and schedules because it was very unlikely that someone would do what he was doing now, and while that blindspot allowed him to be invisible, there was also a risk that someone else might break away from the routine, if for only a moment. Who knows, a student might look up, or a teacher might decide to be strict about the rules. And that was what made it all the more exciting as once more he turned the handle to the door, not pausing this time, but bravely swinging open the door and waltzing in. He looked around only to see the tops of heads. He even stood there for much longer than he needed to, but to no avail. He made his way to the back where he sat once more. He would rather have sat towards the front to push his luck, but all of those seats were taken. He pulled his seat out and kicked his bare feet up on the table, leaning back in his chair and folding one ankle over the other in an outrageous pose that was sure to draw attention. Meanwhile, the teacher stood up from her desk and saw that the door had been left open, so she decided to walk over and close it. On her way back to her desk, she directed the class' attention towards the white board, on which was written the assignment for the day, and told them it was due by the end of the day, and to come to her if they had any questions. Once she was finished, she sat back down and resumed reading her magazine, the only person in the room not on her phone, except Oliver of course.

Classes always try to make their boring lessons cool and hip to the kids of today, like how in English classes they talk about how Shakespeare was the original rapper or something. Today, the photography class was admiring the art of the selfie, or as it was originally formally called, the "self-portrait." And they were going to make this a field assignment, meaning that the students were supposed to go around the campus to take photos, which meant the teacher was past even pretending to try to teach the class and instead would rather just send the students outside for some peace and quiet in the classroom.

Of course, the students had no problem with this astray happily dismissed themselves and congealed into groups in which to wander the halls. Oliver, who didn't have many friends in that class, was never approached, and he approached no one. He sat there with his feet up, as they filed out until it was just him and his teacher. He thought about how if he had been just a little bit later to class he could have passed them in the hallway, while they could have been looking up and there would have actually been a chance of them seeing him. But instead of worrying, he regretted it. His shame was completely gone. He wrapped the camera around his neck and began to walk out of the classroom when he decided to do something else risky.

He walked up to his teacher, right up to her desk and placed his hands on it, leaning forwards. He asked his teacher a question, a dumb stupid question, that only an amateur would ask, and it isn't worth specifying here. Nor its it worth specifying her response, as all she did was answer it with some slight annoyance and disappointment in her voice as she peered just over the top of her magazine, in a way that she couldn't have seen anything from the neck down, and if she had she would have gotten quite a surprise. But she didn't. She looked him in the eye, not looking down or lowering her magazine for an instant, and when she was done answering his question she simply raised her magazine and resumed ignoring him.

Outside of the classroom, Oliver thought about how best to approach his assignment. Most students would try to capture the expression of happiness, sadness, boredom, etc. Oliver had a different idea in mind: He would capture the feeling of ecstasy, but he had to build up to that moment he wanted to capture.

There is a program that filters all assignments going in. So any photo that is detected as inappropriate or the teacher can even send in a template and anything that doesn't match that template, like say, anything other than a close up self-portrait, won't arrive in the teacher's inbox. But the program wasn't perfect, and there was still that chance that it might fail to detect something wrong with one of the photos and send it in anyways. Normally that wouldn't be problem, because these photos were just practical jokes on behalf the students, and the program was meant to minimize the amount so that the teacher could spend less time sifting through photos and instead spend more time grading them, but if a student happened to say, send in a really embarrassing and revealing photo that could potentially get him in trouble, or maybe even several of them, increasing the likelihood that one of them would reach his teacher, well, to Oliver that risk would be a giant turn on.

He spent the rest of the period knowing that every photo he took had the potential to be the one or one of a few to make it under his teacher's gaze. He walked around the halls, disappointed in how empty they were compared to before. He walked all around the school taking photos by setting up his camera and using the timer to take a photo of him in a certain pose. A few of his favorites were when he posed in the library with a book in his hands pretending to be reading while he leaned against the edge of the table. His balls and then-flaccid cock were very visible. He took it while in the library and yet was neither caught nor disturbed by the librarian's or another group of students from his class who had a similar idea to take photos in the library. And for a moment, he thought they accidentally;y took a photo with him in the background, but he couldn't be sure, and that uncertainty excited him. Another one of his favorites was when he found an empty classroom and placed the camera on one of the front desks to take a photo of himself writing on the board. For comedic effect he wrote a very simple equation of "2 + 2 =" and then wrote the wrong answer of "5", making it look like he wrote the wrong answer. In that photo he was facing away from the camera, so there was a full view of his ass, and his genitals could even be seen just barely through the gap in his legs.

But he didn't just take photos of himself naked with a flaccid cock. No, that would be a waste. He also took more vulgar ones, of which his favorites were the ones where he placed the camera on the floor pointing upwards and got a picture underneath of him squatting with an erection. You could see his cock point outwards, along with his asshole and his perineum connecting the too, as well his face in the background, so there could be no mistake about who's naked body this was. with him smiling down at the camera, proud of what he was doing. And he didn't forget his final photo, a normal selfie consisting of just his face as he touched himself thinking about which of these photos could make their way past the censors. It was the face of ecstasy, exactly was he was going for.

As he took that last photo, he noticed it was getting harder to maintain his erection. Not that it wasn't arousing, although he was getting a little desensitized to the feeling, but it was that he was getting so close to cumming that it was harder to get himself close to the edge without blowing his load. He hadn't masturbated that morning when he woke up, and with the constant stimulation he was receiving from his little adventure, as well as constantly teasing himself, he was starting to feel pretty hot about it. He was getting pretty worked up now. He could stroke for more than a few seconds without nearing finishing. As they were the second period class, they were allowed to continue into lunch and he considered taking photos into lunch and capturing his ejaculation with his camera's automatic feature. As much fun as that a sounded to him, and documenting his first naked day in school was truly in the spirit of the selfie, which was what this assignment was all about, he decided he would rather finish in a way that he was more risky, and if he took those photos it would be very unlikely that anyone would see them.

He heard the bell ring signifying the middle of the day and the start of lunch, and Oliver knew it was time for him to bring himself to ejaculation.