Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 15:17:25 +0000
From: Anon
Subject: Memoirs of a teacher #7

Memoirs of a Teacher part 7

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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 7 - School Camp

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It was gone midnight and our camp of eleven and twelve year-olds had been
quiet for a good 30 minutes. I was lying in my boxers on top of my sleeping
bag, trying to get to sleep, enjoying being under canvas on such a warm
summer's night. Earlier in the day we'd arrived, put up all the tents and
then had an evening meal. The kids had been predictably excited about their
first night on school camp - for some of them their first night away from
home ever - but had eventually settled down and were no doubt whispering to
each other in their tents. I was glad I'd brought my own tent along, as out
of the other teachers on the camp there was no-one I really wanted to share
with.

I heard a small sound outside my tent and then was aware someone was
unzipping the door flap. "Who's that?" I said softly.

"It's Jamie Jones, Sir. Can I come in? I can't sleep."

I didn't want to go out to talk to him, as that would have meant getting
dressed. I decided to let him into the tent, so I slid some of my sleeping
bag on top of me to at least minimize the amount of flesh he saw.

Jamie was a tall slim eleven-year-old with very fine, red hair that partly
covered his face. He was one of my favourite pupils this year - keen to
learn and almost always cheerful. He didn't have that many friends, but he
was definitely more socially able than his older brother Ron. I'd taught
Ron when he was eleven and at the time I was convinced that no-one actually
liked him. He was pretty much silent during most of my lessons back then. I
teach him again this year and he's much better. He'll take a joke and
interacts with the rest of the class, although he wouldn't want to be the
centre of attention. Whereas now, aged fifteen, Ron is taller and has a
little more muscle, back when he was eleven he looked exactly like Jamie
does now.

Now Jamie entered my tent wearing nothing but a tight-ish pair of boxer
shorts. I allowed my eyes to wander up his smooth legs to the boy package
that was not particularly hidden beneath that one item of clothing, and
then up past his cute naval, hairless chest, skinny arms to his freckly
face. He was definitely a good-looking boy. Not being able to stand up as
he climbed into my tent, he opted for perching on the edge of my airbed.

"I can't get to sleep Sir. I'm used to Ron being in the same room. I don't
feel right without him being here."

"Well there are other boys in your tent - you're not on your own." I
reasoned.

"Sometimes at home Ron and I cuddle together in bed. That always helps."

"You obviously can't do that here - the other boys would think it was gay."

"I don't really like the boys in my tent anyway."

Seeing that maybe this was the issue, I asked him a question. "Who on the
camp do you get on with?"

Jamie thought for a while. "You. I don't like any of the boys, they all
think I'm weird. And I don't know the girls. I don't even know the other
teachers. Can I sleep here in your tent tonight?"

I started to refuse, but Jamie insisted it was going to be necessary. I was
worried he would disturb other kids, so I didn't argue as much as I should
have.

He lay next to me and rested his arm across my chest. This was rather
awkward for me - I was started to get aroused and I didn't really want
Jamie to know it! It was damn hard not to let my guard down while this boy,
this beautiful red-haired skinny boy was lying next to me in his underwear.

Jamie's arm moved down my stomach so I put my hand out to stop him."What
are you doing?" I whispered.

"I want to touch you. You do want that, don't you?"

When I didn't respond, he took it as silent confirmation. He started to
feel my now-hard cock through my shorts. He gently pushed his hand
underneath my clothing and wrapped his slender fingers around me, gently
starting to masturbate me. After a while he threw off the sleeping bag that
was covering us, and bent down to take my meat in his mouth. He was very
attentive to my needs, using his mouth amazingly to pleasure me. He was
clearly not a novice at this.

"Oh Jamie!" I groaned, trying hard to be quiet.

He responded by taking more and more of my length into his mouth, until I
was all inside him. I could hardly believe that an eleven-year-old knew how
to take my whole cock, but that's what was happening.

I didn't take very long. "I'm going to cum" I warned him, but he didn't
pull back. I squirted my load down his throat, and he sucked me clean.

"That was brilliant Jamie! What can I do for you? Do want the same
treatment?" I was keen to examine his cock.

"If you're offering, I'd prefer to fuck you."

I couldn't really refuse, not after what he'd just done for me. So I knelt
up and removed my shorts from around my ankles where they'd been, before
slipping his shorts off his thin waist. His cock was small and
beautiful. It was uncut, and there was no hair. I licked his stomach down
to his cock, but he pushed me out the way.

"I want your butt not your tongue."

I lent over to give him a good angle. He rubbed himself against me a bit
until he was fully hard and then started pushing his way in. His cock was
only three inches, and thin just like the rest of him, so it didn't hurt me
in the slightest. It was more like me putting a finger up there than
actually being fucked. He got into a fairly fast rhythm and was soon
panting in time with his thrusts. I felt him get more and more excited and
then his body shivered as he climaxed, although there wasn't actually any
cum.

After that, he went back to his tent and slept.

I didn't get the opportunity to talk to him the next day, and he never
appeared that evening. The day after we took the kids back home so I was
left with only memories.

The day after that was Saturday. I answered a knock at the door to find Ron
and Jamie had arrived on their bikes. I invited them in.

Ron started speaking. "Before camp, neither me nor my brother had ever done
anything sexual with anyone except each other. And now I find out my little
brother has sucked you off? And you even let him fuck you? That's not
fair. And it's not legal. And if you don't do exactly as I say, you're
going to jail."

I was impressed by his courage. "What are your orders, Master Ron?"

"Strip."

That one didn't take long since I only had a pair of shorts and t-shirt
on. I was pleased to see that both boys looked at my cock with hungry eyes.

"Now undress Jamie and me."

I did this more slowly, relishing the feeling of Jamie's smooth hot body
under my hands as I first lifted his t-shirt over his head, then slipped
off his shoes and shocks, and then pulled down his shorts. I did the same
for Ron, paying more attention to his six-foot body as it was the first
time I'd seen it. Ron had discernible biceps and some pit-hair. His chest
was smooth but with a little bit of definition around the pecs. He wasn't
as skinny as Jamie, but rather had a nice slim teenage frame. As I pulled
his shorts off I saw he had some ginger pubes around a lovely long but thin
uncut cock.

"You're going to pleasure us both at once"

I positioned Jamie closer to Ron so their cocks (which had already gone
hard) were touching. I licked both all over first of all, and then started
working them, using my hands to maintain their arousal while my mouth
worked on each in turn. Then I let one hand move around the back of Jamie's
butt and started playing with his boy-hole. I then did the same to
Ron. Both boys seemed to like it. Somehow I managed to get them both to
orgasm at the same time. Ron shot a huge load into my mouth, which I
swallowed dutifully, while Jamie showed all the signs of another dry
orgasm.

"What else do you boys enjoy doing together?" I decided I'd paid my dues
and was now going to get on equal terms with the boys rather than being
submissive the whole time.

"Did you like Jamie's blow job?" Ron asked. "I taught him that. But if you
like his mouth, you should know his butt is soooo tight, you've got to try
it."

Jamie seemed happy with this idea, so I carried him up the stairs and threw
him face down on the bed, where I mounted him. Ron watched with obvious
interest. Jamie cried out the first few times I entered him.

"Your cock's a bit thicker than mine, but he'll get used to it." Ron
assured me.

My God, Ron was right. Jamie's arse was so tight fucking him was so good, I
never wanted it to end. As I neared the end I slowed right down, and became
aware that Ron was right behind me spreading my butt-cheeks with his hands,
matching my movements to stay in sync. All of a sudden I felt his tongue on
my own anus. I was balls-deep in Jamie's arse while Ron was rimming me!
This was magical. Actually it was too much and I cummed copious amounts
into Jamie's small body.

I collapsed on top of Jamie, my cock getting smaller and softer inside him,
Ron still running his tongue around my arse. It wasn't long before Ron
decided to enter me. I just lay there, exhausted, while being buggered by a
fifteen-year-old who had never fucked anyone before but his eleven-year-old
look-a-like brother.

What a crazy situation. What a sexy situation. When Ron was spent for the
second time that morning, we just lay on my bed in each others' arms.

"You're our brother too now," Jamie said to me, "with all the privileges
that brings."

"Those privileges go both ways though," warned Ron. "We can be your bitches
when you want, but you're also our bitch when we want."

I looked forward to seeing how this would play out.