Patrick’s Corridor Dash
Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2026 1:46 pm
Patrick’s Corridor Dash
Just a quickie, compared to some of my stories…
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In year four at junior school, aged 8 or 9, I was walking down the main corridor with my best friend Chloe. It was deserted apart from us; lessons were going on and we were on our way back to our classroom, having gone on some errand.
Suddenly up ahead of us a door opened and Patrick, from our class, stepped out. He had been absent ever since morning break, but our teacher hadn’t told us why. None of his friends seemed to know either.
Chloe and I both stopped dead, my heart instantly racing. Patrick! What on earth…?!
It wasn’t the door to our classroom, I know that much, but I can’t remember exactly what door it was. If it had been a changing room, Patrick’s startling appearance might possibly have made sense, but we didn’t have them at junior school, we always changed in the classroom for PE — besides, we didn’t even have PE right now! So why was he…?
Patrick froze too, clearly startled at having run into two of his classmates at the worst possible time. He actually let out an involuntary little ‘eep’. My eyes were out on stalks as I took in the amazing sight, a familiar tingling starting inside my trousers.
For some incredible reason, Patrick was not wearing his. He was not wearing his uniform at all! He was dressed instead in nothing but a bright green pair of underpants and matching vest! He wasn’t even wearing shoes and socks, just vest and pants!
Chloe and I both looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Quite why Patrick was out in the corridor in nothing but his underwear during lesson time I cannot say. It wasn’t PE — and as I say, we always changed in our classroom anyway — so there was no reason why he should be undressed right now, and certainly not roaming the school corridors! What had he been doing?!
When he saw us at the other end of the corridor, laughing at him, Patrick looked embarrassed and terrified, unsure for a few moments what he should do. Should he hurry back through the door he had just emerged from? Should he carry on his way like nothing out of the ordinary was occurring? To his credit, he settled on the latter. Walking rather briskly, he continued heading towards us, almost breaking into a run as he drew near, trying to ignore Chloe’s girlish, teasing laughter that went on and on. She must have been faking by the end, deliberately trying to embarrass him. My own laugh had subsided fairly quickly, giving way to pure exhilaration over humour. I also liked Patrick and didn’t want him to think I was mocking him — I knew how I’d feel if I was the one in just my pants!
As he passed us, I could see he was blushing scarlet. He kept his eyes fixed ahead of him, too embarrassed to look at us.
“Why are you in your pants?!” Chloe giggled.
“Mind your own business!” Patrick retorted comically from over his shoulder, and hurried to the end of the corridor, where he then vanished from sight around the corner, heading the direction we’d just come from. Was he on his way to lost property? The staff room? The boys toilet? My mind was reeling.
Still giggling to each other, Chloe and I continued on our way, amazed at what we had just seen.
I didn’t want to show it, but I was absolutely thrilled, the tingling sensation inside my own pants stronger than ever. Stealing glimpses of the other boys as we changed for PE had long been my favourite thing about school. Normally I was lucky if I got a quick peek of partially covered undies as we shyly dropped our trousers and shorts. Only once in a while did I see my classmates in JUST their undies! It was mostly just in my dreams and fantasies. The image of Patrick hurrying past us in his green vest and pants was one I came back to many times throughout the rest of that school year
“Why was he in his pants?” Chloe laughed again as we finally approached the door to our classroom.
“Dunno,” I said hoarsely.
I never found out the answer.
Patrick was absent for the rest of the morning and refused to talk to us when we returned to our classroom for afternoon lessons, sadly fully dressed again. As he sat down at his table next to ours a few girls giggled.
Patrick looked awkward and embarrassed. Clearly those giggles could only be about one thing!
I wasn’t going to tell anyone about it, too shy as ever to talk about underwear, but of course Chloe had told all her friends at the first opportunity!
As we all got out our books and pencil cases, I heard the girl next to him loudly whisper, “We know what pants you’re wearing!”
ZZZZING!
Just that simple sentence was enough to set off the tingling feeling again. I knew what pants he was wearing too! The idea that these girls sitting next to him knew exactly what colour undies he had on, and were possibly even picturing him sitting there in in nothing but his green briefs and matching vest, added a LOT to that tingling!
Patrick did well to ignore them and refused to answer the inevitable stream of questions as to why he was running around the school in just his underwear. I was dying to know myself, and often wondered what could possibly have happened, but it was left ultimately to my imagination — which in a way was even better! The truth was probably much less exciting than the humiliating scenes of forced undressing I was picturing!
Sadly, I never saw anything quite like that again, but I was always hopeful.
* * *
By the way, this is the same Patrick from my other story: ‘Tuck Your Shirt In’
viewtopic.php?p=32810&hilit
Just a quickie, compared to some of my stories…
* * *
In year four at junior school, aged 8 or 9, I was walking down the main corridor with my best friend Chloe. It was deserted apart from us; lessons were going on and we were on our way back to our classroom, having gone on some errand.
Suddenly up ahead of us a door opened and Patrick, from our class, stepped out. He had been absent ever since morning break, but our teacher hadn’t told us why. None of his friends seemed to know either.
Chloe and I both stopped dead, my heart instantly racing. Patrick! What on earth…?!
It wasn’t the door to our classroom, I know that much, but I can’t remember exactly what door it was. If it had been a changing room, Patrick’s startling appearance might possibly have made sense, but we didn’t have them at junior school, we always changed in the classroom for PE — besides, we didn’t even have PE right now! So why was he…?
Patrick froze too, clearly startled at having run into two of his classmates at the worst possible time. He actually let out an involuntary little ‘eep’. My eyes were out on stalks as I took in the amazing sight, a familiar tingling starting inside my trousers.
For some incredible reason, Patrick was not wearing his. He was not wearing his uniform at all! He was dressed instead in nothing but a bright green pair of underpants and matching vest! He wasn’t even wearing shoes and socks, just vest and pants!
Chloe and I both looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Quite why Patrick was out in the corridor in nothing but his underwear during lesson time I cannot say. It wasn’t PE — and as I say, we always changed in our classroom anyway — so there was no reason why he should be undressed right now, and certainly not roaming the school corridors! What had he been doing?!
When he saw us at the other end of the corridor, laughing at him, Patrick looked embarrassed and terrified, unsure for a few moments what he should do. Should he hurry back through the door he had just emerged from? Should he carry on his way like nothing out of the ordinary was occurring? To his credit, he settled on the latter. Walking rather briskly, he continued heading towards us, almost breaking into a run as he drew near, trying to ignore Chloe’s girlish, teasing laughter that went on and on. She must have been faking by the end, deliberately trying to embarrass him. My own laugh had subsided fairly quickly, giving way to pure exhilaration over humour. I also liked Patrick and didn’t want him to think I was mocking him — I knew how I’d feel if I was the one in just my pants!
As he passed us, I could see he was blushing scarlet. He kept his eyes fixed ahead of him, too embarrassed to look at us.
“Why are you in your pants?!” Chloe giggled.
“Mind your own business!” Patrick retorted comically from over his shoulder, and hurried to the end of the corridor, where he then vanished from sight around the corner, heading the direction we’d just come from. Was he on his way to lost property? The staff room? The boys toilet? My mind was reeling.
Still giggling to each other, Chloe and I continued on our way, amazed at what we had just seen.
I didn’t want to show it, but I was absolutely thrilled, the tingling sensation inside my own pants stronger than ever. Stealing glimpses of the other boys as we changed for PE had long been my favourite thing about school. Normally I was lucky if I got a quick peek of partially covered undies as we shyly dropped our trousers and shorts. Only once in a while did I see my classmates in JUST their undies! It was mostly just in my dreams and fantasies. The image of Patrick hurrying past us in his green vest and pants was one I came back to many times throughout the rest of that school year
“Why was he in his pants?” Chloe laughed again as we finally approached the door to our classroom.
“Dunno,” I said hoarsely.
I never found out the answer.
Patrick was absent for the rest of the morning and refused to talk to us when we returned to our classroom for afternoon lessons, sadly fully dressed again. As he sat down at his table next to ours a few girls giggled.
Patrick looked awkward and embarrassed. Clearly those giggles could only be about one thing!
I wasn’t going to tell anyone about it, too shy as ever to talk about underwear, but of course Chloe had told all her friends at the first opportunity!
As we all got out our books and pencil cases, I heard the girl next to him loudly whisper, “We know what pants you’re wearing!”
ZZZZING!
Just that simple sentence was enough to set off the tingling feeling again. I knew what pants he was wearing too! The idea that these girls sitting next to him knew exactly what colour undies he had on, and were possibly even picturing him sitting there in in nothing but his green briefs and matching vest, added a LOT to that tingling!
Patrick did well to ignore them and refused to answer the inevitable stream of questions as to why he was running around the school in just his underwear. I was dying to know myself, and often wondered what could possibly have happened, but it was left ultimately to my imagination — which in a way was even better! The truth was probably much less exciting than the humiliating scenes of forced undressing I was picturing!
Sadly, I never saw anything quite like that again, but I was always hopeful.
* * *
By the way, this is the same Patrick from my other story: ‘Tuck Your Shirt In’
viewtopic.php?p=32810&hilit
