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"Sir, I need the toilet."

Nine year old Alfie's ears pricked up.

"Alright, Danny, you can go to the toilet." The teacher moved on to the next child with their hand up. Danny stood up from his desk, which was on another table to Alfie's.

Alfie finished writing his sentence about the Vikings and also stood up. He unzipped his school shorts and pulled them down to just above his knees. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so when he leaned on his desk his bare bum was pushed out towards the class. His soft little willy bobbed between his thighs. Awkwardly, he reached behind himself and pulled out the plug that had been put inside him that morning.

Danny pulled his willy out of his flies as he came over to Alfie. He tugged on it a couple of times to make it stiffer. Alfie held his breath as Danny went behind him and out of his field of vision.

"How do you spell 'Jorvik'?" asked Milo, who was sitting next to Alfie.

"It's on the sheet," answered Ethan as he stuck in a picture of an Anglo-Saxon house. Neither of them even looked at Danny with his willy out and Alfie bending over his desk with his shorts down.

After a long second, Danny's fingers introduced the tip of his inch-long willy to Alfie's hole. It was much thinner than the plug and it easily thrust into Alfie's hole right up to the base. Alfie drew in a sharp breath.

It took a moment for Danny's muscles to unlock. Alfie was almost trembling over his desk. This was the first one of the day!

But after only a couple of seconds, the first spurt of wee-wee escaped Danny's willy inside Alfie. Then a stream started up, initially faltering, then growing steady as Danny relaxed and began to empty his bladder inside Alfie's bum.

Around them, their classmates continued with their work. The teacher was helping Matty with something, paying no attention to one boy urinating inside the other in the middle of his classroom. Alfie fought back a tiny whimper at the strange sensation inside him.

At last Danny's stream petered out and stopped. He pulled his little willy out of Alfie and Alfie had to clench down hard to keep any wee-wee from escaping. He quickly fumbled the plug back inside his hole with trembling fingers. He would have to wait until lesson changeover until he could go to the toilets and let the wee-wee out.

Danny was already back in his seat as Alfie pulled his shorts back up and sat back down awkwardly, very aware of the warmth of another boy's wee-wee inside him and the thickness of the plug keeping it there. He squirmed in his seat and tried to concentrate on the history worksheet they'd been given.

Only five minutes later, Ethan's hand went up. Ethan sat on the same table as Danny, just across from him.

"Sir, please can I use the toilet?"

"You may, Ethan." No need to tell him to hold it til lesson changeover - he didn't need to leave the room to use the toilet. Again Alfie stood up and pulled down his shorts. Danny's wee-wee sloshed inside him and it made him feel funny.

Ethan came round the table already pulling out his willy. He did the same as Danny had done, rubbing his willy to get it a bit hard so it would go into Alfie's bum more easily.

Alfie bit his lip as he pulled out the plug for the second time, this time clenching as soon as it came out. He didn't want to leak!

Ethan's willy was a bit bigger than Danny's; or maybe it just felt that way because Alfie was clenching down on it. Ethan grunted as he pushed it all the way in.

Again, Alfie shuddered at the strange feeling of liquid warmth spreading through his insides as Ethan started to make wee-wee inside him. The hot urine streamed into him as Ethan sighed with relief.

Their classmates were still working on their tables. None of them cared that Ethan had his willy inside Alfie and was urinating in him. That was just how you used a urinal. They'd all had this job on the class rota before. Alfie himself had done a wee-wee inside Jimmy before when he was the class urinal - Alfie had been doing a presentation at the front of the class and hadn't wanted to stop in the middle for a wee-wee, so Jimmy had come to the front and Alfie had done a wee-wee inside him in front of everyone while he continued to talk.

Ethan finished emptying his bladder, but didn't immediately pull out. His willy felt felt stiff inside Alfie's bum. He ground his hips against Alfie's backside for a few seconds.

"Ethan, are you done with your wee-wee?" That was Mr David's voice.

"Yes, Mr David," replied Ethan sheepishly, like he'd been caught delaying over sharpening his pencil at the bin. He pulled his willy out of Alfie's hole, which Alfie immediately clenched tightly.

Alfie worked the plug back into himself, shuddering as the wee-wee moved around inside him. He watched Ethan return to his own seat with his stiff willy sticking out proudly in front of him through his open flies. As he sat down, he put one hand under the desk and started tugging on his little stiffy.

It was agony to sit through the last five or so minutes of the lesson. The volume of urine sloshing around inside him, of two boys' wee-wees, felt very strange. Across from him, Ethan's hand kept working his stiffy underneath the desk. Alfie's willy kept getting stiff too, but he ignored it in favour of writing a laborious paragraph about Viking York.

Alfie was glad to escape to the toilets and let it all out. He sat on the toilet feeling a bit shaky, but proud of himself that he'd been able to hold that much liquid inside him! He tugged on his stiff willy for a few seconds, rewarding himself. Then he put the plug back in and got dressed, his little stiffy making a small tent at his crotch.

He got back to his classroom before the next lesson started, amazed by how oddly empty he now felt. He sat down at his table and wondered which of his classmates would be next to make wee-wee in him.

Eddie, as it turned out. Quickly followed by Milo. Alfie just assumed the position each time and let the boys use him as a urinal. It still felt weird to have that warmth spread through his insides and know another boy was weeing in him! He was proud of not leaking any of their wee-wee, though the plug did feel strange inside him. It kept rubbing him in sensitive places and it made his little willy stiff again.

He made sure to empty himself at break before going out to play. The playground was full of other kids, and he joined in a game of pretend involving sticks as guns and rules which were partly made up on the spot. He found he could still run with the plug in, though it rubbed him inside and gave him another stiffy.

After some time, Hugo came up to him and interrupted his game.

"I need a wee-wee," said Hugo.

"Well, do it on the ground," said Alfie. He nodded at Jenny who was in one of the girls' classes, who was squatting on the playground with her skirt hiked up to do a wee-wee right there in front of everyone. She was chatting with her friends as the stream of wee-wee shot from her nunu and made a rapidly-spreading puddle on the ground.

"But that's for girls. And it's cold," complained Hugo. "And you're in my class."

It wasn't that cold, just a bit brisk. But Hugo wanted to do his wee-wee in the warmth, and Alfie was the class urinal today. He sighed and pulled his shorts down, along with the plug.

Hugo immediately fumbled his little willy out of his school trousers. It slipped up and down Alfie's bumcrack before Hugo found the target and pushed his little penis into his classmate's hole.

Again the strange warm feeling started up. Alfie shivered, and it had nothing to do with the temperature. Hugo was filling him with his warm wee-wee as they stood there in the playground with all their friends playing around them.

George came hurrying up.

"I need a wee-wee," he exclaimed, shifting from foot to foot and squeezing his crotch. Everyone knew George would get so absorbed in what he was doing he wouldn't notice he needed a wee-wee until he was desperate. "I really really need to go!"

George was allowed to pull his willy out and just tinkle on the playground, like a girl, because the teachers all knew about his problem. But he was also in Alfie's class, and he was supposed to use him.

"I'm weeing in him at the moment," said Hugo, which was true. His willy was spraying a strong stream of wee-wee inside Alfie's bum.

"I'm desperate, I need to gooooo," whined George, jamming his hands into his crotch.

"Wee in his mouth!" snapped Hugo. "C'mon, Alfie."

Alfie sighed heavily, but leaned forward, aiming his mouth towards George's groin. Girls normally used the class toilet's mouth, not boys, but Hugo was still weeing and George really was desperate.

"Thanks," gasped George as he yanked his willy out and shuffled closer so it brushed Alfie's top lip. Then Alfie opened his mouth and let George push his willy onto his waiting tongue.

George started weeing immediately. He couldn't hold it any longer. The bitter taste of urine filled Alfie's mouth. He obediently swallowed it down as George uncontrollably made wee-wee into his mouth and Hugo continued to fill him with wee-wee at the other end.

"Thanks, Alfie," gasped George when his bladder was finally emptied down Alfie's throat. He'd done quite a big wee-wee, and so had Hugo. Alfie felt oddly full. He moved carefully when George zipped back up and he was able to stand upright again.

"Thanks, I needed that," said Hugo, whose stream had finally trailed off. His tiny soft willy slipped out of Alfie's well-lubricated hole. Alfie gasped and instinctively clenched to keep the wee-wee in.

He thrust the plug clumsily back in, then without pulling up his shorts he waddled over in the direction of the drains that served as playground toilets. They were for girls, but class urinals were allowed to use them too. Having had so much of other boys' wee-wee inside him, Alfie now needed to do a wee-wee of his own!

Two hands grabbed him as he went by. Alfie shrieked as he was pulled over to the wendy house.

"Our urinal's at a music lesson, and I need a wee," said the voice of his assailant. Alfie peered over his shoulder and found a bigger boy in the year above, who was called Callum or something like that. "I'm using you, get your shorts down and bend over."

Alfie wished he weren't wearing the little blue tag that marked him out as today's class urinal. You were supposed to use your own class urinal, but if they weren't available, then one urinal was as good as another. He obediently unzipped his shorts, pulled out the plug, and braced himself on the plastic wall of the wendy house.

Callum wasted no time in shoving in his penis, which was bigger than Alfie's classmates'. It stretched Alfie's tiny prepubescent hole. Alfie was clenching so tightly to keep any wee-wee from leaking out of him that it felt huge! He whimpered as Callum thrust in his whole two inches.

Callum's wee-wee started to fill Alfie in a strong warm stream. Alfie squirmed, uncomfortable with yet more wee-wee inside him, and feeling the strong need to make wee-wee himself. His little willy twitched as he tried to hold it in.

Callum groaned with relief, and the wee-wee kept coming. He must have really needed to wee, because the stream wasn't stopping. Alfie squirmed again, his hole clenching on Callum's willy, his own bladder sending signals of alarm to his brain. He was so full of other boys' wee-wee that there was no room for his own!

"Mm," groaned Callum, and he ground his hips in a circle just like Ethan had done earlier. He was still weeing, but his thingy felt really stiff where it stretched Alfie's tiny hole.

The jolting was too much for Alfie's bladder. He squeaked and tensed, but he couldn't hold it any more. A spurt of wee-wee shot out of his inch-long soft willy. Alfie was relieved to hear it spatter on the side of the wendy house, and not in his clothes. Then a stream started up as he lost control of his bladder. He did a huge wee-wee that sprayed all over the side of the wendy house and the ground as Callum continued to urinate inside him and thrust his hips.

Alfie gradually became aware that Callum was still grinding his hips and his stiff willy was still inside even though he'd finished doing his wee-wee inside Alfie. Alfie's own little willy was still trickling some wee-wee onto the ground, swaying as Callum kept pushing his hips into Alfie's backside.

The rubbing of Callum's stiff willy inside Alfie's hole made Alfie feel tingly. There was no teacher around this time to remind Callum to let go of the urinal if he'd finished using it. Callum just kept sort of wiggling his willy into Alfie, and Alfie felt his own little willy get stiff and stick straight up between his legs. Callum's two-inch penis was stroking something sensitive inside him and it sent trembling pleasure all through his groin.

After a minute, Callum's thrusting sped up. He grunted and shoved his stiff two-incher as far inside Alfie as it could possibly go. Alfie felt it twitching and jerking inside him. All the jolting reminded Alfie of just how much of Callum and Hugo's wee-wee was still inside him too.

Callum pulled his thingy out of Alfie's bottom and Alfie had to clench down hard to stop any wee-wee escaping. There was so much wee-wee inside him, and none of it was even his! He shuddered as he re-inserted the plug and it chafed his oversensitive rim.

He pulled up his school shorts slowly and waddled in the direction of the toilets to relieve himself, plug rubbing him inside with every halting step. Break was almost over.

He was used as a urinal a few more times over the next two lessons. Boys who'd had plenty to drink at break found they couldn't quite hold it until lunch. Alfie got used to pulling down his shorts and bending over the desk as he pulled out the plug at the same time. When he wasn't being urinated in, he struggled to focus on his schoolwork. His little willy kept getting stiff when he wriggled and jostled the plug inside him. He was really glad when lunch came round and he could walk awkwardly to the toilets to empty himself before getting in the lunch queue.

But even in the lunch queue, he could still be used. This time, it wasn't any of the boys in his class.

"You're the urinal today, Alfie? Super, bend over for me and get your shorts down." Mr Hanson was on lunch duty, and the moment his eyes flicked to Alfie's blue tag, Alfie knew what he was about to say.

Alfie obediently came out of the queue, trusting that Mr Hanson would let him go back into the place he'd just left, and unzipped and pulled down his shorts, freeing his little willy and exposing it to the rest of the children in the queue.

Mr Hanson unzipped his trousers and pulled out his penis. Alfie stared at it in amazement. He'd seen his teachers' penises before, when they were making wee-wee or putting them up a pupil's bottom and thrusting until white stuff came out. But Alfie could never get over how big they seemed, and how different to his own prepubescent equipment. Mr Hanson was stroking his willy and looking Alfie up and down, and a funny feeling started in Alfie's tummy as he pulled down his shorts to reveal his own little willy.

"I'll deal with the plug for you," Mr Hanson told him. Mr Hanson took him by the hips and turned him round so he faced towards the queue. The teacher's half-stiff penis slid between Alfie's cheeks. It felt huge as it rubbed between his small buttocks! Alfie's tiny hole clenched around the plug, which wasn't as thick as his teacher's erection.

Children shuffled past in the lunch queue, taking no notice of Alfie standing there with his shorts around his knees and his little willy on display.

True to his word, Mr Hanson gently eased the plug out of Alfie's bum. Alfie flinched, sensitive after all the penises and all the replacing of the plug that had gone on. His hole must be pink with all the use it was getting.

Mr Hanson replaced the plug with the blunt tip of his thick penis. Alfie held his breath as his teacher started to push it into him. This was so much thicker than any of his classmates' willies! It opened him up and made him whimper with the stretch.

But Mr Hanson held him steady by the hips and pushed more of that hard length into him. The fat head popped in, and there Mr Hanson stopped.

"Keep moving, Year 5," he said mildly to a dilatory group of boys in the queue. Inside Alfie, his half-hard penis started to spray a stream of wee-wee.

Alfie couldn't keep himself from squeezing on the thick length inside him. It felt so huge stretching his tiny hole!

More wee-wee continued to spray out of Mr Hanson's willy. As a grown-up, Mr Hanson had a much bigger bladder than the little boys who had been weeing in Alfie that morning, and the urine just kept coming. Alfie breathed heavily as the teacher continued to relieve himself inside Alfie's tiny prepubescent body, as the rest of the schoolchildren queued up for their lunch only a couple of feet away.

"Don't push, Sam." Sam looked up at Mr Hanson's voice, caught in the act of playfully - though forcefully - pushing his friend.

"Sorry, Mr Hanson," he said. Alfie gasped as Mr Hanson shifted his weight and the fat head of the penis inside him rubbed his sensitive rim. Mr Hanson was still making wee-wee inside him and it felt like he was filling up!

It took a while for Mr Hanson to finish emptying his bladder inside Alfie. Several more children shuffled past in the line, paying no attention to the boy standing there with his shorts down and his teacher's penis inside him.

At length, Mr Hanson's stream trickled off. Mr Hanson sighed with relief and squeezed Alfie's hips gently.

"I'll put the plug back in for you," he promised.

"Thank you, sir," said Alfie breathlessly. He stayed very still as Mr Hanson withdrew his soft penis, clenching hard against the urine that wanted to follow it. Mr Hanson worked the plug back into him gently, but it still jostled him and made him whimper as the wee-wee inside him sloshed.

Alfie ate his lunch more slowly than usual, very aware of the weight of his teacher's wee-wee inside him. He sat at the same table as the rest of his class, in the middle of the refectory that was now full of children aged between seven and eleven all eating their lunch, along with their teachers.

There was still more to come, though. George needed another wee-wee, as did Ethan.

"I need to gooo," whined George, again grabbing his crotch. "I'm gonna wee myself!"

Alfie had to stand up next to his chair at the lunch table so George could put his small penis inside him. Pulling the plug out was difficult because he was clenching so hard to keep in Mr Hanson's wee-wee. And now there was going to be more pouring into him!

"It's coming out!" George whimpered as he fumbled with his trousers. Alfie heard the spatter of a spurt of wee-wee escaping George's willy to land on the floor of the refectory. "I can't hold it!" Another spurt of wee-wee landed on Alfie's bum cheek as George pointed his little willy at Alfie's well-used hole.

George immediately thrust his already weeing penis into Alfie, all the way to the base. It was so small compared to Mr Hanson's huge adult penis from earlier that Alfie took it without any trouble, even though he was trying not to let any of Mr Hanson's wee-wee leak out.

Then Ethan stood up, already pulling out his willy in the middle of the dining hall.

"I need to go too," he said to the teacher. "I'll just use the other end."

Alfie groaned as Ethan pulled him, gently but firmly, so his mouth was level with Ethan's soft penis. He let Ethan feed his soft inch-long willy into his mouth. It twitched on his tongue, then the first salty spurt of wee-wee filled his mouth. It was fine to use a class urinal's mouth if their other hole was in use, but Alfie found wee-wee going down his throat even stranger than wee-wee in his bum!

"Can I go after you?" asked Tom of George, who was emptying his bladder in Alfie's bum.

"Yeah, fine," said George, sounding distracted by the feeling of relief as he finally got to make wee-wee in the urinal.

So Tom took George's place as George went to sit back down at the lunch table and finish his food. Alfie whimpered around Ethan's willy in his mouth as he fought to keep all the wee-wee inside.

Like before, Ethan's willy got hard as he made wee-wee inside Alfie. It stiffened and got thicker in his mouth. As the stream of urine trailed off, Ethan made a few slow dreamy thrusts, moving his willy in and out of Alfie's mouth. The teacher on their table was distracted by something Monty and Alex were doing, so instead of being reminded not to hog the urinal, Ethan got to push his stiffy in and out of Alfie's mouth.

Alfie loved it when his daddy sucked his willy, so he now did the same to Ethan. He sucked on the inch-long prepubescent erection and felt it twitch on his tongue. Tom pushed his semi-hard little penis into Alfie's bottom and sighed in relief as he let go and started to make wee-wee.

A younger boy at another table noticed Ethan using the urinal for pleasure instead of just making wee-wee. From the corner of his eye, Alfie saw the boy take out his little willy and start playing with it as he watched Ethan's miniature stiffy moving in and out of Alfie's mouth.

After a minute, Ethan's dreamy grinding thrusts got harder, pushing his hips into Alfie's face. His willy jerked and twitched inside Alfie's wet sucking mouth and his thighs shook and he grunted. Then he sighed and pulled back so his willy came out of Alfie's mouth, glistening with saliva. It was still stiff and he went back to his own seat at the lunch table idly tugging on it.

Once Tom had finished, Alfie slowly worked the plug back into himself and was able to finish his lunch. He felt so full of wee-wee! He was grateful when the teacher on his table, Mrs Liddell, gave them all the nod to go and clear their plates, and Alfie was able to escape and finally let out the huge volume of urine inside him in peace.

The afternoon was a little more peaceful for Alfie, because they had PE. In PE, you didn't have to use the class urinal - you just pulled out your willy and made wee-wee on the grass or the court, wherever you were.

But first they had to get changed for PE, which they did in the school changing rooms with their attached showers. Mr Ledden, their form teacher, supervised. Mr Ledden had a huge willy, Alfie had seen it when he'd taken it out to wee in some other boy before, and he was stroking it as he watched the boys taking off their clothes.

"I need the toilet." Milo, completely naked, wriggled his way through the changing room full of semi-dressed boys in Alfie's direction. He squeezed his inch-long soft willy to emphasise his point.

"Fine," sighed Alfie, who'd been hoping to get through PE without any wee-wee inside him. He'd already taken off his shirt so he pulled his shorts down and off to leave himself just as nude as Milo. He worked the plug out of his sensitive hole with a grunt, and held onto a clothing hook as Milo shuffled up behind him.

Around them, their classmates continued to get changed as Milo pressed his half-stiff little penis to Alfie's well-stretched hole. It slid it easily right to the base. Milo held onto Alfie's hips to keep him still.

Again, Alfie experienced the strange sensation of being urinated in. Milo's little willy twitched inside him and started to fill him with a stream of warm wee-wee. Alfie's whole insides felt quivery and sensitive, and he felt his own little willy get stiff as he stood there being used as a urinal in the middle of the changing room.

When Milo finished, Alfie was able to put his plug back in and go back to getting dressed for PE. Milo's wee-wee moved inside him whenever he moved and he couldn't forget about it.

PE was alright. It was the cricket term, and Alfie preferred cricket to football, so he was happy to field. They were in PE kit, not full cricket whites, but the sun was shining and the pitch was freshly mown. Every time Alfie ran for the ball, or later was called up to bat, he felt the plug inside him and the urine it was keeping in. He kept getting a stiffy that made a little tent in his PE shorts. He wished he could take it out, but he had to concentrate on the lesson.

Mr Camden, the PE teacher, took out his big soft adult willy to do a wee-wee on the grass at the side of the pitch. A couple of boys followed suit as they waited to bat, having a quick wee as they chatted with their friends and watched their teacher coaching the boys on the field. Alfie did a wee-wee too, his little willy still half-hard as he pulled it out and let go of his bladder, the stream hissing and briefly puddling before it soaked into the earth.

After they'd all trooped back inside, they had to strip down again for a shower before getting back into their uniform. A lot of boys made wee-wee as they showered, letting it run into the drains. Alfie was finally able to let out Milo's wee-wee that had been inside him for the whole afternoon. He showered with his little hard-on sticking straight up. A couple of the other boys, Milo and Ethan, started playing with each other's stiff willies in the shower. Alfie tugged on his own prepubescent stiffy, feeling oddly empty without any urine or a plug inside him, until the good tingles overwhelmed him and his tiny erection jerked in his grip.

It relaxed him, but his willy was still stiff and he was still pleasantly tingly. Daddy could only get the good feeling once, when white stuff came out of his huge willy; then he had to have a break before he could do it again. But Alfie and other boys his age could go several times in a row, because they didn't make white stuff yet.

He and the rest of his class trooped back into their classroom, for the final form time of the day. This was fifteen minutes of checking over what homework they had been given and what had happened during the day, before their parents came to pick them up.

"Come over here, Alfie," said Mr David before Alfie could go to his own seat at his usual table, which was labelled with his name. The teacher was already undoing his belt. "You've done such a good job as the urinal today."

So Alfie went over to the teacher's desk. He pulled down his shorts, but before he could bend over the desk, Mr David said:

"No, take them right off and come round this side."

So Alfie pulled his shorts all the way down his legs and off over his shoes, and obediently shuffled over to Mr David's side of the desk. Mr David's willy was huge, sticking out of his trousers and getting stiffer as he stroked it. The rest of Alfie's form were packing their bags and getting into their seats. George was checking that he had his writing book to do his homework in. George was always forgetting stuff like that. George's mother had said to Alfie's mother that her son was 'away with the fairies'.

Mr David kept tugging on his thick adult penis, and it kept getting harder. He was looking at Alfie's own little willy, which was still stiff and sticking out from his hairless groin.

"Come sit on my lap," he said once his penis had swelled to full red erection. Alfie let himself be turned around so he was standing in front of Mr David, facing the class of children. He let Mr David pull him backwards so he was, indeed, sitting on his teacher's lap, feeling his legs spread wide around Mr David's thighs.

The plug came out slowly and Alfie shuddered as it teased and rubbed his sensitive rim. Mr David put it on the desk, where Alfie could see it. Then Mr David got hold of his erection with one hand and pressed the fat blunt head to Alfie's well-used hole.

"What's the best thing we've all learnt today? Ethan, you start." Holding Alfie in place with an arm around his waist, he started to push the head of his thick penis into him.

"I liked the probability problems, sir." Ethan was good at Maths. "The best thing I learned was simplifying fractions."

"You could already simplify fractions, it's the practice you liked," said Mr David mildly. The fat head of his erect penis popped into Alfie's well-lubricated channel. Alfie gasped. It didn't feel like Mr David was going to do a wee-wee in him!

"If I get better at it, I've still learnt something," insisted Ethan.

"Alright, I'll let you have that one. Hugo, how about you?" Mr David kept pushing more of his thick shaft into Alfie's prepubescent hole, pulling him backwards so he was forced to take it. Alfie breathed heavily, unable to take the confusing sensations of being stretched but also tingling all over and especially in his little willy, which was stiff and twitching.

"Um, the best thing I learned today was, um." There was a protracted pause. "Um, the best thing I learned today was that you don't spell 'chaos' the way it sounds."

"You're absolutely right, well done." Mr David grunted as Alfie's tight hole clenched around his erection. He started to thrust shallowly with quick jerks of his hips. Alfie rocked in his lap with the motions. Mr David didn't even have his whole thingy inside him, but he felt so full!

The teacher continued asking the other boys in the class about their day and their learning as he fucked Alfie there at his desk, right in front of his nine year old classmates. Alfie's tiny stiffy bounced as Mr David thrust his fat hard-on into him and he whimpered as his immature prostate was hit on every stroke. It felt so good! Better than Callum's much smaller willy had made him feel earlier.

Mr David kept going, occasionally letting out little grunts of effort and pleasure as he fucked this nine year old boy in front of the class. The other boys paid attention, mostly, as he got them to check their planners and their equipment. Milo had his willy out and was playing with it as his teacher bounced Alfie on his thick cock.

Many of the boys were starting to squeeze their willies through their shorts, as they anticipated their mummies and daddies picking them up. Daddy would be pent up after not seeing his son all day, and would be sure to fuck him at the first opportunity. Sometimes, a parent came into the classroom to talk to the teacher, and Daddy would get out his cock and get his son to suck it while the adults talked and other parents around them picked up their children.

Alfie closed his eyes as a tremor of pleasure ran through his prepubescent body. The good feeling was growing inside him, swelling at the base of his stiff willy. Mr David's thick length was throbbing inside him and stroking secret places that made him feel hot and quivery. He kept clenching on the huge throbbing cock, helpless against his body's reaction to that strange but incredible stimulation.

"You've been very good today, George," said Mr David as he kept fucking Alfie. "Take a sticker for your p-planner." He stuttered as Alfie's hole clenched around his thick cock.

George happily came up to the front with his planner. Mr David kept Alfie in place on his lap with one arm, still thrusting into him, as with the other hand he stuck the sticker into George's planner.

George was only a foot away from Alfie and the teacher, and he looked at where their bodies were joined with interest, idly squeezing his own crotch.

"Well done," Mr David told him in a rough voice as his hips continued to hammer into Alfie. George took his planner and sat back down, clearly very pleased with his sticker.

Mr David's thrusts were quick and shallow and hit his prostate every time, but now they turned deeper. He thrust more of his thick length inside Alfie in harder thrusts that made him moan. He wasn't saying anything to the class any more, too caught up in the delicious feeling of fucking a little boy.

More boys were looking at them now, and Alfie saw his classmates pulling out their willies and tugging on them as they watched him getting fucked. Some boys played with each other's willies, their hands in each other's laps. Alfie closed his eyes again and groaned loudly as he felt all the tingles gathering at the base of his little jiggling stiffy.

He came hard, willy jerking in a dry orgasm, as Mr David continued to fuck him. Alfie moaned as he felt his teacher's pubic hair touch his buttocks on a particularly hard thrust - he had all Mr David's huge penis inside him! His legs jerked and his body curled forward around his twitching willy as orgasmic pleasure raced through his prepubescent body and made him lose control.

"T-the bell's about to r-ring," gasped Mr David to the class as Alfie's orgasm made his hole clench around his teacher's pistoning cock. "Make sure you h-have everything..." He spread his legs wider and jammed his heels into the floor as he kept eagerly fucking Alfie in front of the class.

Mr David picked up the pace, hammering Alfie's small immature body, his penis impossibly huge and throbbing inside him. Alfie yelped on every brutal thrust which roughly stimulated his prostate to drag aftershocks from his overstimulated body.

It couldn't last. At last Mr David grunted, then gasped, then groaned long and loud as he jammed his whole length deep inside Alfie. Alfie felt it twitch and jerk as it started to spurt its semen deep within his prepubescent body.

The bell rang to signal the end of the day, just as Mr David had said. Chairs scraped across the carpet as boys rose to grab their bags and stand behind their chairs. Mr David's huge penis continued to spurt sticky some inside Alfie in long hot jets, his big adult body shaking with the force of his orgasm, jerky irregular thrusts rubbing Alfie's sensitive prostate.

Alfie moaned as he came for a second time in his teacher's tight grip, tiny willy jerking, body clenching and curling up against the huge unbearable pleasure. It started in his groin and exploded outwards down his thighs and up his belly, a hot clenching cramping pulse that shook him and seized all his limbs.

He sagged forwards in Mr David's grip, overwhelmed by two incredible orgasms in a row. Prickling pleasure sparked under his skin and made him twitch.

"Well done, you're all very quick at getting organised," Mr David praised the class, his voice still a little wobbly and thick. His willy twitched inside Alfie. "I'm going to let you go table by table, like always."

Another twitch of his softening willy. Alfie knew what was coming.

Sure enough, as Mr David dismissed the first table nearest the door, the familiar feeling of warm urine streamed into him.

Alfie sighed and let Mr David gently pull him back so he was resting against his teacher's sweater-clad chest. Mr David's penis continued to spray hot wee-wee inside him as he dismissed the second table.

Alfie looked at the classroom through half-lidded eyes. Half the boys left were openly playing with their willies as they waited. George was heading out of the room with his stiffy sticking straight out of his zipper.

"You've done a really good job as urinal today, Alfie," Mr David murmured in his ear. His willy was still making wee-wee inside Alfie on his lap.

"T-thanks," whispered Alfie. He was filling up with his teacher's wee-wee. How big was Mr David's bladder that he could make this much wee-wee?

Mr David squeezed his waist affectionately, continuing to empty his bladder inside Alfie's prepubescent nine year old body as he dismissed another table of boys. Alfie tilted his head back to rest it on his teacher's shoulder with a worn-out sigh. He had no idea how he was supposed to get off Mr David's lap when he'd finished without leaking everywhere!

Mr David's hand gently cupped Alfie's crotch, taking his tiny half-hard willy between thumb and forefinger. He tugged on it and it rose to full erection again. Alfie whimpered as his worn-out body was stimulated again. He felt helpless in the face of the wonderful tingling that started in his willy and radiated outwards, making his thighs tremble. The more times he played with his willy in a day, the better it felt. This was the third time in a row, and the good feelings started from somewhere deep inside him, like the base of his willy was inside his body and Mr David's willy was weeing right on it.

"You can go," said Mr David to the last table, who promptly started to leave the classroom. Alfie gasped and shuddered as another orgasm seized him, seized his whole lower body and made him whimper and curl up with the hard pulling pulsing pleasure. He let out high-pitched moans and thrashed in Mr David's grip as his stiffy twitched violently and his legs trembled where they were spread wide around Mr David's thighs.

Mr David let go of Alfie's willy with a final affectionate squeeze. He'd finished making wee-wee inside Alfie, who now felt very full. He stroked Alfie's tummy, which felt nice.

"Dismissed all yours, have you?" Mr Hanson appeared in the doorframe.

"Yes, just waiting to see if anyone wants to speak with me at pick-up." Mr David was still holding Alfie in place on his lap. Alfie squirmed.

"Do you need a wee-wee, Alfie?" Mr Hanson asked.

Alfie nodded. The volume of urine inside him was putting pressure on his own small bladder. But Mr David wasn't letting him go. Mr David's soft penis was still inside him.

"Well, go on and do one here, then," said his form teacher. He rubbed Alfie's tummy again and didn't let go of him. "How about yours, Hr Hanson?"

"Already spoken to one parent, but since it's nice weather, everyone looked keen to get off. Probably off to shag in the park - I saw the Fosters brought that retriever of theirs." Mr Hanson rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

Alfie let go. A thin stream of wee-wee started up from his little soft willy, arcing out to spatter on the floor in front of the teacher's desk.

"Oh, that dog. I've seen little Billy Foster take the whole cock, you know, knot and all."

Alfie's stream became stronger, hissing as it sprayed from his inch-long willy and made a growing puddle on the floor. He sighed as he slumped forward, emptying his bladder with relief, full of his teacher's urine and come.

Mr Hanson and Mr David were still talking as Alfie emptied his bladder on the floor. They didn't pay any attention to the half-naked urinated nine year old boy in Mr David's lap. But Alfie didn't miss the way Mr Hanson casually cupped his own crotch as his eyes flicked over Alfie doing his wee-wee. Alfie shivered. Maybe next time it was Alfie's turn to be a urinal, Mr Hanson might do more than just make wee-wee in him...