Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2010 18:44:09 +0100
From: Anon
Subject: Memoirs of a teacher part 6

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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 male pupils of normal school age. If you don't want
to read that sort of thing, please leave now.

Part 6 - Rugby injury

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Freddy and I got along really well in lessons, so when he asked if I would
come to watch the inter-school Rugby final that he and others from my class
were playing in, I was pleased to be able to say yes. It's not a game I
usually enjoy watching, but some of the fittest, best-built fourteen and
fifteen year-old boys in the school were going to be running around in
shorts, so I could see the benefit!

The match was going quite well. I cheered at all the right points, wanting
to encourage my school team. As for my ulterior motive, the action was too
far from where I was standing to really get a good look at any of those
kids. Then suddenly Freddy was down on the ground. Being one of very few
teachers there, and knowing his Mum quite well, I decided to jog over and
check everything was okay. The referee had taken charge and obviously knew
some first aid. Freddy had been knocked unconscious but it was only a
minute before he had come around. The ref had me help Freddy off the pitch,
with instructions to call a parent to collect him and take him to be
checked over at a hospital.

I walked Freddy to the empty changing room while the match continued
without him. He was feeling fine by now, but I forced him to sit down on a
bench for a few minutes before getting changed. I called his Mum.

"Hello?" she answered.

I explained the situation. "He seems to be fine now, but the ref wants you
to take him to hospital just to be on the safe side."

"He's on his own tonight, we're all away until tomorrow morning. Let me
speak to him please."

"Hi Mum" said Freddy as I passed him the phone.

"Yeah I feel fine. It was just a bump to the head...  No, not really, only
for a few seconds...  Oh don't worry I'll be fine...  No I don't need to
go..." he walked out of the room on the phone so I couldn't hear the rest
of the conversation.

A couple of minutes later he walked in again, "she wants to talk to you
again", he said.

"I've got a really big favour to ask you" said Freddy's Mum. "Would you be
able to stay the night at our house to keep an eye on Freddy for me. He
doesn't need to go to hospital but he does need someone checking him every
couple of hours."

"Is he okay with that?" I asked.

"He suggested it! You are his favourite teacher, you know. Would you do
this for us?"

"Yes of course, it's no problem," I replied, my mind already hoping that I
would catch sight of rather more of her son's body than I do in lessons.

"Now my room's a tip, but there's a spare bed made up in Freddy's
room. That's where I want you to sleep so that you'll notice if there are
any problems from the blow to the head. I'll see you both in the
morning. Thank you so much for this." She hung up.

Freddy had got changed in this time, so we walked back to the pitch and
watched the end of the match. We won by a narrow margin, but it was enough
for all the boys to be elated. I cheered, and patted them on their backs,
while most of them hugged their fallen comrade as part of their victory
celebrations.

As we drove to Freddy's house we didn't say much to each other. I looked
over at him and it seemed he was deep in thought. We reached the house,
Freddy unlocked and I went into the lounge. Freddy went upstairs with his
kit bag while I started thinking about cooking something for our dinner.

A couple of minutes later, while I was still looking in cupboards, he came
down the stairs. He had washed and was looking much fresher, but more
importantly, he was shirtless. Freddy was someone who I'd thought about
before. His wide grin and floppy brown hair made his face playful, while
his broad rugby-player-shoulders gave him a manly figure. Now with his
torso revealed it was clear just how hot this kid was! Perfect pecs, a
little hair under each arm, the very earliest sign of hair in a line down
towards the crotch, a beautiful tan, ... I could go on and on. The sight of
him almost made me salivate. He was just wearing jeans, no shoes or
socks. His feet were huge; my brain always thinks 'big feet, big cock' so I
was instantly curious!

"Hey - I'm tired after that match, so I think I might head to my bed. You'd
better come up so I can show you where you're sleeping."

"Right" I said, snapping out of my daze, "I'll follow you."

We proceeded up the stairs, past the bathroom and into a nice sized room
with two single beds in. Freddy pointed out my bed for the night, and
started removing his jeans. I started backing out of the room assuming he
wanted privacy, but he stopped me.

"I've got something important to tell you." He was now sitting in just his
boxer shorts on his bed, indicating for me to sit next to him. I complied.

"The thing is, I've always fancied you. For a while I've been wondering how
we can get some time alone together and this is a perfect opportunity."

Freddy started to unbutton my shirt. I didn't stop him. After a few
seconds, I realised how much we both wanted this and I quickly removed most
of my clothes. We were both now sitting there in just underwear. Freddy,
the fourteen-year-old stud, fancied by all the girls not to mention a few
boys, was semi-naked with me.

He put his arm around me and we embraced, kissing noisily and running our
hands over each other's bodies. I felt his strong muscular arms, the smooth
curves of his back, his firm butt-cheeks, we seemed to kiss for ever.

Eventually we pulled apart and I knelt in front of him. I gently pulled his
boxers down and he stepped out of them. His cock was semi-erect, but
already six inches. He was circumcised and had a lovely clean-looking shaft
which I gobbled up hungrily into my mouth. I started working it with my
tongue, and he pushed me away.

"Sorry, am I going to far?" I quickly asked.

He didn't reply, but pushed me onto the bed and removed my own boxers. He
lay next to me in a sixty-nine figure and started using his tongue to play
with my equipment. He seemed to be copying my own actions, so I guessed
this was new territory for him. He was soon fully hard with a massive eight
inches I couldn't possibly take whole. Working in tandem, Freddy mimicking
with his mouth what he felt me do to his own cock, we teased our cocks for
about quarter of an hour before we climaxed.

After lying for a couple of minutes, Freddy moved around so we were the
same way round on his bed. We kissed before either of us spoke.

"That was my first time. Thank you so much," he whispered to me.

"Thank you. You're really quick at picking that up. That was great," I
encouraged.

We went downstairs and had some dinner. Soon it was really time to head
upstairs.

"I don't want to be a virgin any more," Freddy confided.

"You're not now!" I exclaimed.

"That was a blow job, I want to have proper sex. I want to fuck you, and be
fucked by you."

"Woah - if you say so. I can think of nothing better than having your fine
cock inside of me, unless it's me having my cock inside of your tight ass!"

This time we practically ripped off each other's clothes. I told him to go
first, and to go hard. He grabbed my hips with both hands and thrust
powerfully into my ass. I gasped at the pain, but it wasn't too bad. I'd
known worse! He pounded my butt for almost ten minutes and then I felt him
cum inside me. He relaxed and pulled out, with a satisfied grin on his
cheeky face.

"My turn now" I said.

"Go for it!"

Freddy positioned himself on the bed with his beautiful firm ass in the
air, inviting me. I slowly and gently entered him, aware that in all
probability the only thing that had gone up this hole before was Freddy's
own fingers. He was straining with the pain, but as I gradually increased
speed and energy he got used to it. Eventually I settled into my rhythm and
we moaned together as I came.

We fell asleep holding each other naked.

In the morning, the sound of the door unlocking woke us up, so I made
Freddy slip his boxers back on and I moved quickly into the spare bed,
before anyone could find us. When it was safe again we chatted.

"Did you enjoy last night?" I enquired.

"Are you kidding? I'm a man now. I'll remember that night forever."

"I must say Freddy, you are the most beautiful boy I've ever had the
pleasure of sleeping with. I never thought I'd bed someone as hot as you!"

Freddy went a bit red. "Does that mean you'd be happy for a repeat of that
night at some time?"