Date: Wed, 7 Apr 2010 08:57:49 +0100
From: Anon
Subject: Memoirs of a teacher part 1

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Note: These memoirs are entirely fictional. None of the incidents described
ever took place. The characters in this story (including the teacher
himself) are all fictional. This story contains sexual content between an
adult male teacher and a male pupil of normal school age. If you don't want
to read that sort of thing, please leave now.

Part 1 - French

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It was a Monday morning. On Mondays I teach French to a class of
14-year-olds. I only teach French twice a week so I see it as a nice change
from the normal routine. I was definitely looking forward to this lesson,
not least because I really liked some of the boys in the class. None of
them were very good at French, but the majority wanted to please and we
often exchanged light-hearted banter. Once or twice I had used innuendo and
two of the boys in particular responded in kind. I had a feeling that at
least one of them, Alex, was gay. Alex was one of those boys who always
smiled and liked a joke with the teacher. Some other staff found him rude,
but I liked the way he was a little cheeky. He never tried to annoy me,
just to joke with me. Alex was one of the shortest in the class, at only 5
foot. He was blond and slim. He didn't have admirers, mainly because of his
stature, but he was definitely a good looking boy.

The bell went and the class all came in. We did some listening to start
with. I put the recording on and they answered the questions in their
books. As usual, the class were mostly struggling. I then had to give them
back their exam results. There were two parts to each person's result:
written and oral (speaking). Most of the kids had done alright at the oral
but found the reading and writing terribly difficult. We spent the rest of
the lesson talking about how we could improve our written results.

At the end, Alex came by my desk. "Sir, I'd really like to do some oral
with you."

I caught the twinkle in his eye. "Of course I'm flattered you feel that
way, but I'm afraid you're just not my type. I tend to go for full-sized
human beings rather than hobbit-sized ones!"

"Shut up Sir! Seriously though, I need help. Can I come back after school?"

"Sure thing. I'll see you then."

I thought nothing more of it until my free period at the end of the day.
Then I realised I'd better make sure we had a classroom to practice his
conversational French in. I asked around and all the other teachers in my
department were either going home early or in a meeting, so my room would
be free from distractions. The end of the day came and I sat in my room
doing marking, waiting for Alex to find me.

"Hey Sir!"

"Hi Alex. Why don't you come over here and we'll start when I'm done
marking this exercise book?"

He walked over and took his bag and coat off. Instead of sitting on the
chair, he knelt on the floor beside where I was sitting.

"Don't muck around Alex. I want to do the oral with you and then go home."

"I'm interested in oral too Sir, but a different kind."

At this I looked up. I hadn't anticipated that. I'd thought about it,
fantasised about it for sure, but didn't dream that a boy would actually
offer to suck me off in school, let alone a cutie like Alex. The boys all
thought I was gay, but I hadn't told them, so they couldn't be sure. Alex
was taking a huge risk.

"Don't kid about this Alex. Propositioning a teacher is serious business."

"I am serious." His hand moved to my fly. I put my hand out to stop him,
but without much conviction. He brushed mine away and proceeding to unzip
my trousers. He put his smooth hand in and touched my cock through my
boxers. I felt a shock as this was the first time a young boy had touched
me. As my organ sprang to life, Alex struggled to get it out, so I took my
trousers down completely for him.

I touched him on the cheek, brushing his shoulder-length blond hair. "Are
you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

By way of an answer he bent forward and started to kiss the head of my
penis. He slowly moved his tongue up and down the shaft. I was amazed at
how good he was at this. He must have done it before. I found myself
wondering which of the other lads were gay. Who else had experienced the
joy of an Alex blow job?

He started caressing my balls in his hands,and then taking more and more of
my cock into his mouth. It was sheer joy! I looked down at his head moving
in and out from my crotch as he pleasured me. He seemed to be perfectly
comfortable with the situation, which was more than could be said for
me. The physical enjoyment more than made up for the social discomfort
though! It wasn't long before I couldn't stop myself cumming. As I did, he
let my cum dribble out of his mouth in the most enticing way. I kissed him.

"I'm speechless Alex. Well done. I wonder where you learnt that? I shall
certainly have to rethink your oral mark!"

"I hope we're not done," he said. "I'm gagging for you to suck me off."

As he took down his trousers and boxers I was struck by the beauty of this
adolescent boy. Smooth legs, slightly bronzed by the sun, with a gorgeous 5
inch cock at the top. He had some pubic hair, but being blond it didn't
show much. I moved so I could see his butt, which as expected was firm and
hairless - everything a 14-year-old's behind should be!

I started by licking from his lower legs all the way up. I took his cute
balls in my mouth and savoured the salty sweaty taste, then started working
on his dick. When I took his head into my mouth he became impatient and
started thrusting. 'He is desperate' I thought to myself, before
remembering what I was like at that age. I would have been desperate to
orgasm even if I'd wanked off that morning! I cupped my hands on his bum
cheeks and allowed him to dictate the rhythm. He gradually became more and
more excited until my mouth sensed his cock tensing, and he squirted his
teen-boy-cum into my mouth. I swallowed and licked him clean.

I savoured the thrill of touching him as I pulled his clothes back on him,
and then tidied myself up. We looked at each other as we heard footsteps
approaching in the corridor.

"Good work today Alex," I said loudly, "and well done for coming back in
your spare time for extra oral practice."

"Thank you Sir. See you next week."

With that he was gone. We only ever had one after-school oral session.
Neither of us knew at the time, but his parents moved away a couple of
weeks later. At the time, I decided to be content with the memory of this
one occasion. As it turned out I didn't have to worry. There were plenty
more boys to have encounters with over the course of the school year...