Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2017 03:51:04 +0200 (CEST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Comfort and Cum

TALES FROM THE MALE BAG:
COMFORT AND CUM
By Max as told to Zachyboy
M/b, touching, masturbation, anal play

"Tales from the Male Bag" are stories from readers who are kind enough to
share some of their most intimate childhood memories. They're presented to
me as true history, but I have no more inside information or verification
on that than you do. I simply present them in their author's own words, and
nine times out of ten, I'm happy to do so while simultaneously stroking my
own penis. Talk about a win-win.

If this material is illegal where you live, or not to your liking, please
leave quietly. The rest of you, let's blow the coach's whistle and get this
gym class started.

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Max writes:

I've been reading your "Tales from the Male Bag" stories on Nifty. Very hot
stuff. But tell me, are they really true stories? Because if so, they're
very hot. They sound like some of the stuff that happened to me. I wanted
to ask if I could share a memory with you maybe.

I don't know if my story would be all that interesting. I have to admit,
most of my later childhood was spent in fantasy land, but it sure started
with potential.

My babysitter was our neighbor's oldest daughter. And her younger sister
thought I was the perfect little subject to experiment on. She loved to
play with my little 5 and 6-year-old dick and finger my ass. The first of
those, I loved right away. The latter, I learned to love. I also learned
how to eat pussy.

But it wasn't to last. We were caught, and our neighbor told my mom. And my
mom, who was raising me by herself, thought it would be a great idea to
give me "The Talk." Her "Talk" turned out to be giving me a medical book
and turning it to the chapters on sex.

I did, of course, took what I learned and showed it to my friends. It was
during those explorations sessions that I learned I was a cocksucker and
having another boy's dick in my mouth was the best thing in the world to
me. But the kids I was doing it with moved away, and the fun ended.

I did have many fantasies about the boys and men in school. When I was in
third grade, I had a substitute P.E. teacher I was really attracted to and
I made an extra effort to be near him. That turned into a very interesting
one-time encounter after a gym class I've never forgotten. But it only
happened once, because the school hired the new full-time teacher right
after it happened.

I'd be happy to share what I remember. I've been meditating on it so I can
remember as much detail as possible. It's definitely one of my best
memories of elementary school.

Like I said, I was in the third grade when all this happened. I was an
9-year-old black boy with brown skin and a little baby fat. I was the nerdy
type and I had to get glasses in the first grade, and just my luck, the
show "Family Matters" had just come out, so yes, you guessed it, I became
Urkel to my classmates, which sucked.

Anyway, I'd already been sexually-awakened by that age thanks to my
babysitter's younger sister and her explorations of my body and my mom
teaching me about sex with her college books. And I'd already discovered I
was more attracted to guys than girls.

Anyway, we had a substitute P.E. teacher for a little while that year,
since our regular P.E. teacher had left earlier in the year for a new
school and they hadn't yet hired the new full-time teacher. So, our sub was
Mr. Dennison, who was just finishing up college to be a teacher, so he was
young enough to keep up with us kids.

I had a huge crush on him.  He was a white guy in his mid-twenties with
black hair and hazel eyes. He was athletic, but he wasn't a huge guy. He
played tennis and baseball. I knew this, because I'd find ways to talk to
him.

Like when we'd go outside to play kickball, I'd walk along with him, asking
him questions. Did he watch Power Rangers? Who was his favorite Ranger? Who
was the best X-Men; Cyclops or Wolverine? If he could have a superpower,
what would it be?

I was only 9, but I remember I did ask him some mature questions too. What
was college like? Did he have a girlfriend? What did he do for fun? But the
most important question, why did he want to be a teacher? I mean, who'd
want to hang out with these brats.

And he answered all my questions. Yes, he had seen Power Rangers and liked
the Red Ranger because he had the T-Rex. Good answer. He like Wolverine
because he's a bad ass. Better answer. And he wanted to be a teacher
because he likes kids. Great answer. No, he didn't have a girlfriend. Best
answer.

Okay, the perv in me now would raise an eyebrow wondering why a young guy
in college would want to hang out with kids all day, didn't have a
girlfriend and knew about Power Rangers and X-Men, but back then, I just
thought he was sooooo cool.

Well, one day, we were playing dodge ball in the gym, because it had rained
and the playground was still wet. So, as it happened, I was throwing a ball
and my left leg was up in the air, and someone, let's call him Scott Smith
(and wherever you are, Scott Smith, you're still an asshole), took a shot
at my leg. I went spinning in the air and landed hard on my left arm on the
gym floor.

Pain shot through me, and of course the tears started to flow. I was known
to be a bit of a cry baby then, which Scott knew (see, asshole already at
9). Anyway, Jack (Mr. Dennison preferred us to call him by his first name),
came rushing over when he saw I was on the ground, holding my arm and
crying in a fetal position.

He asked me, "Are you okay?"

And I looked at him with tears coming down my face and I said, "No, I'm
laying here because I'm tired."

Okay, I had a mouth; but a little one.

So, still crying, he picked me up in his arms, and telling all the other
kids to start the game over and keep on playing until he got back, he
carried me way over to the other side of the bleachers, way on the other
side of the gym, and then carried me up fairly high into an upper row where
we were really too far away and too high up for anyone else to see us.

He sat down on the bleachers and he sat me on his lap. He rubbed my arm as
I laid my face into his chest as I continued to cry. I remember he smelled
like sweat and wood, and it was intoxicating. He kept telling me, "Shhh,
it'll be okay," rubbing my arm. After a while, the pain went away, and then
I just enjoyed being in his arms.

He asked if I was feeling better I just nodded yes.

"You want to go back and play?"

"No," I said.

"Why not?

"Not with Scott playing."

"Yeah," he sighed. "Scott is a dick."

I looked at him surprised and he smiled, "Probably shouldn't have said
that."

"No," I said, "He is a dick."

"I know the type," he said. "The world is full of them."

"Even college?"

"Yep."

"Great," I sighed, and Jack chuckled.

"You sure you don't want to play?" he asked.

"No, I like sitting with you."

"Good. I like you sitting with me."

I looked up at him. He smiled. I smiled back.

"I like you," I said.

"I like you too."

I laid my head back on his chest. I didn't plan it, but I started to run my
finger over his chest, tracing the star designs on his shirt. As it
happened, one star was just over a nipple. Of course it had a reaction and
got stiff. It was big and poked through his shirt and I was fascinated and
started to rub it.

As I did, I felt the one near my ear pop up. I started to play with that
one, then his breathing changed.

"You're a naughty boy," Jack whispered in my ear.

I quickly moved my hand to my lap. "I'm sorry," I said, dropping my
hand. Here I thought he liked me and I was doing a nice thing for my
friend. I felt like I was going to cry.

"Hey, it's okay," he said. "I like naughty boys."

He shifted me so I was sitting on one of his legs and I felt something poke
my leg. I looked down and could see his dick was poking through his mesh
shorts. I have to say this was the first time in my young life I'd seen a
grown man's hard dick. It looked huge to me, even through his shorts. In
hindsight, it was probably 6.5 or 7 inches.

I gave him a look like I wanted to touch it, but I was scared. The look he
gave me told me he wanted me to do it. I reached down and gave it a light
squeeze.

Jack lightly moaned in my ear, "Rub it," and I began to stroke his hard
dick. I kept looking up to see if my classmates on the other side of the
gym were noticing. Reading my thoughts, Jack said, "It's okay. I'm
watching."

So with that, I really began to stroke him. I liked the way his dick felt
in my hand. I couldn't get my hand to wrap all around his dick and shorts,
but it was okay. Soon there was a wet spot on his shorts. He started to
breathe harder.

"That's so good," he whispered and kissed the side of my head.

"Are you close?" I asked.

"Yes. Just...ahhh...shit..."

I thought he was about to cum until I saw he was looking down at the gym
floor. I removed my hand thinking we were caught, only to see a ball headed
straight for the face of Renny Wilder. I'll give you one guess as to who
threw the ball. Scott the asshole strikes again.

Well of course he had to get up and check on her. Luckily the situation was
a good cover. Everyone was looking at Renny who was crying her eyes out
with a giant red mark on her face, and no one was noticing Jack adjusting
his hard dick.

I, on the other hand, was having some problems with that. I couldn't shake
the feeling of Jack's dick in my hand, or the sticky wet stuff coming out
of it. I actually had a little of it on my hand. I was curious and smelled
it. It had really no smell to me. I gave it a lick, and it was
great. Salty, with a little tang. I sucked it off my fingers.

I looked over to see Jack watching me. While he was hugging Renny, he was
watching me lick up his pre-cum. He smiled and winked, causing me to blush.

Jack had Scott do bunny hops around the gym for what he did to
Renny. Scott's reaction was priceless. Everyone hated those. Jack
introduced us to those when class got out of hand once, and it didn't
happen twice.

Well, by that time it was lunchtime and we all had to head back to our
classroom to wait for our turn in the lunch room, but Jack asked me if I
could stay to help him pick up the balls and he'd walk me back to class.

So, it was me and Jack alone, and I quickly picked up all the balls, hoping
to continue what was started.

"You know where the balls are stored?" Jack asked me.

"No," I said.

"Come on, I'll show you."

The gym was also the place for assemblies and plays so it had a
stage. There was a storage room off to the side, and that's where he took
me.

Once inside with the door closed and locked, Jack took the bag of balls
from me, and took off my shirt and then picked me up. My legs wrapped
around his waist and he positioned his hard dick between us and began to
grind his hard-on against me at chest level. Then he reached into my shorts
and grabbed my ass.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head against his chest. I
felt him squeeze my ass, then rub his fingers against the crack. As he
explored, I felt a finger rub my hole. He took it out, put it in his mouth
to get it wet, then rubbed it back in my hole again, slipperier this
time. I let out a soft moan.

"You like that, little man?"

I just nodded.

He continued to rub my hole until I felt just the tip of his finger enter
my ass. I was grinding my own hard dick against him. I felt the good
feeling rising in me.

"I'm gonna feel good!" I told him, breathlessly.

"That's it, boy. Cum for me!" I felt his finger push deeper and when he
did, something inside me clicked. I arched my back and came, my ass
clamping down on Jack's finger.

"That's my naughty boy," he hissed. "I'm cumming too."

I felt him clench up, and then I felt something wet start smearing across
my chest. I looked down to see Jack's red dick head sticking out of the top
of his shorts, his load landing all over my bare skin. He sat me down on a
counter and rubbed a finger through his load.

He held his cum-covered fingers to my face. He didn't have to say
anything. I took them in my mouth, licking them clean.

"Good boy," he said, rubbing my cheek and bending down to give me a light
kiss on the lips. He grabbed a dirty towel and cleaned me up. He took the
towel with him in his backpack. I guess he didn't want to leave it behind
for anybody to find.

He got me back in my shirt. He walked me back to class holding my hand, and
I didn't want to let go.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'll see you again."

But it wasn't to be. The next time I had P.E., he was already gone and our
new full-time teacher was in his place.

I always wonder what would have happened if he'd stayed and subbed
longer. Would we have done more? Would he have stripped me naked and
touched me? Would I have sucked his dick and gotten a big load down my
throat? Would he have fucked my tight boyhole? Sadly, I'll never know.

But in a few years, it would be me making the moves on a boy, changing me
forever. I finally got some action when my mom started to date the man who
would become my stepdad. No, he didn't break my cherry, but it turns out,
I'd be popping the cherry of his nephew, who became my cousin. It became a
seven-year affair that led to my love of boys.

So, tell me what you think. Good enough for the Male Bag? I'll share the
other story of me and my cousin if you're still interested.

Later!

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