Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2005 19:53:49 +1100 (EST)
From: Bill Jones <peta54321@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: teacher takes virginity

It was 1972 and I was in grade six at my local primary
school. I was about 11 I suppose.

My teacher for that year was Mr Bell who had just arrived,
coming from another school or straight from uni, I'm not
sure which, but he was young compared to all the teachers I
had previously.

He was about 23, I suppose, lived with 2 others male
teachers, one at this school, Mr Barnes, and the other,
John, taught elsewhere.

I had just started swimming and as he was a junior coach at
a swimming club, he suggested I join to help improve myself.
I did, and Mum and Dad were pleased.

We came to be friends over the next 6 months or so and he
would regularly take me swimming or pick me up to help. He
would also pick me up and drop me off places during the
weekends, sometime on my own, some times with one of my
friends.

Thinking back, it was a bit odd, as were some of his
questions, as they were about the movies we saw and the sex
in them. Other questions always had a sexual tone to some
degree.

Often after the weekends training I would go back to his
place in the afternoon if Mum and Dad were out and about. He
even started letting me call him Ken.

His friend John, I didn't have much to do with, but the
other guy he lived with, Mr Barnes was always there, and I
got to know him very well too. He told me to call him Don
all the time, which felt strange, the same as saying Ken,
but eventually I got used to it. Don used to tackle me and
have wrestling fights all the time. They were fun guys.

Often Don would grab me very roughly and feel me all over
the place including my penis.

I just thought he liked me and we were having fun.

Ken's girlfriend, Lyn, was around some of the time, but I
only really saw her watching us from the doorway, she never
really joined in.

One day, Ken asked my parents if he could use me as an
example to others in his training session for little kids.
He said I was really good and would make him happy if I did
it for him.

I had to swim up and down a few times, various strokes, over
about half an hour, so they could see how to swim properly.
Pretty easy stuff.

After swimming we went to the change rooms. As the other
students and classes continued it was just left to the two
of us. Ken stripped off and stepped into the open showers,
and all I could see was this very long penis. Ken was about
6'6" with hands and feet (and penis) to match.

(The only other one I had seen, apart from my own, was when
the boy next door dragged me behind our garage and made me
pull my pants down so he could rub me. Then he made me do
the same to him. His was thick, but nowhere near as long. We
did this a few times when he took me to drive-in movies and
other place, but it just seemed to end without explanation.)

Ken soaped himself up and was washing everywhere including a
long time spent on his penis.

Ken told me to get in the showers to clean myself. I stepped
in, but a good couple of metres away. I still had my bathers
on because that's what I always did.

He told me to take them off, as I couldn't clean myself
properly with them on.

I didn't want to at first, as I was very embarrassed at the
thought of anyone seeing my private bits.

I told him this and he said that as my teacher he knew what
was best and that I needed to do it because it was the right
way. I still couldn't, but he offered to help. I just stood
there didn't say anything.

He came over to me, still stark naked with his long penis
hanging down, and started to pull my bathers down. As he was
doing that he said I would feel much better with them off,
as nature had intended us all to be.

He pulled them down to the floor, rubbing his hands down my
legs at the same time, and almost in a trance I lifted my
legs, one by one, as he helped me step out of my bathers.

He threw them across the room to my bag and very lightly
gave me a quick pat, asking me if it felt better with those
tight bathers off.

It actually did and I said yes, but I was still very
embarrassed at being naked with him next to me.

I carried on washing myself and did it as quick as I could,
but I couldn't help sneaking looks at his very long penis.
Mine was a tiny little thing that in the cold, you could
barely tell was there. I just wondered, I think, would mine
be like that when I grew up.

I walked out of the shower as quickly as I could across the
room to my towel and bag and started drying myself off. Ken
lingered a bit in the shower, just smiling to me while he
washed himself.

He came out a little later and began drying next to me.
After he dried himself, he dropped his towel and was
completely naked again. I couldn't understand how he wasn't
shy about me seeing. He swung around to grab his clothes out
of his bag and as he did, his penis bumped softly against my
leg. It was quite warm and felt very soft. I wondered to
myself what it would be like to touch it.

Ken just laughed and said sorry and we both continued
getting dressed.


These special swimming events continued for the next few
months, with the same routine except I would now just pull
my bathers off after I got in the shower. I would only do it
if we were the only ones in the shower as I was still too
embarrassed if there were others around.

One day, a few months later, something different happened on
the way home.

It was about half an hour to home, but as we were heading
back, he stopped the car in a car park, next to a football
oval about half way home.

He looked across at me and said he was worried about my
hygiene and that was one of the reasons he had been watching
me closely after swimming the last few months.

Ken reminded me that I didn't know how to wash properly in
the showers by leaving my bathers on and he showed me the
right way then. Maybe I didn't do other things right.

He said he better check everything because he wouldn't want
me to get punished when I got home if I didn't do the right
thing.

He asked me if I had dried myself properly. I said yes. Ken
said he did not believe me, as I had always been very quick
to slip on my tracksuit pants in the change rooms.

He said he better check to make sure I was telling the
truth. He reached across to me and lifted up my t-shirt and
put his cold hand on my stomach. I jumped a mile. Ken told
me to relax, that I jumped because I knew I had done the
wrong thing and not dried properly.

He slowly slid his hand down inside my tracksuit pants and
put his hand over my penis on top of my underpants. He said
it felt a bit damp and would need to check more closely. He
pulled my tracksuit pants down so they were just under my
behind leaving my underpants exposed. He asked me to lift my
backside up so he could pull my underpants down to get a
better look.

I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to think, but I
knew he was my teacher and that Mum and Dad had taught me to
always respect your elders and never answer back.

I did as I was told and he slowly pulled my underpants down
below my knees.

He said he was going to feel me, and it would be ok.

He wrapped his whole hand around my penis. He asked me if it
felt good and I just nodded. He said if he rubbed it he
would make sure it was dry and I wouldn't get into trouble.
He started rubbing it up and down and it did feel good.

My penis suddenly grew and went very stiff and upright. He
asked me again if it felt good, and it really did, and he
said it was supposed to feel good and it was ok. All grown
ups felt that way and rubbed their penis like that.

He kept rubbing up and down for a long time, faster and
faster, harder and harder, and I started to feel something
strange happening. I thought I was going to pee and wanted
to stop but he said its what is normal for all boys and I
would get used to it and enjoy it more and more.

He kept going.

Suddenly I felt this strange feeling and thought I was
peeing.

I had ejaculated into the air and it landed all over my
pants, his hand and was dripping down the front of the seat.
I started to panic thinking that Mum will go berserk with
this mess on my pants and I wouldn't be able to explain it.
I couldn't explain it.

He said it would be ok and he would clean it up and we would
then go back to his place to finish getting clean before
going home.

I thought that was a good idea because I didn't want to get
into trouble.

Ken leaned over. Very slowly, he pushed his tongue out
between his lips and with soft, slow licks, up and down the
shaft, and gently sucking on the top, cleaned all the liquid
off my penis. He then spent some time wiping the rest down
with his handkerchief, and then neatly folded it back into
pants pocket.

My penis stayed erect and was glistening. I struggled to get
it back inside my underpants.

We then went back to his place.

15 minutes later we were there and went inside. Lyn, his
girlfriend was there, which made me feel good, as she was
always very nice, smiling and friendly. Don, his housemate,
was also there.

Don, grabbed me in a bear hug, as usual, and threw me to the
floor when I got inside and started wrestling.

Don was more aggressive than usual, so I was a little bit
relieved when Ken said I could use the shower straight away.

He showed me to the shower, which was inside the bath, and
let me be while I jumped in and started washing everywhere
to get rid of any signs of what had happened.

Lyn knocked on the door and came in, asking if I was ok. I
was trying to cover my private bits and she just laughed,
saying she was just like my mum so it was ok.

I relaxed a bit and she came and sat on the edge of the bath
just chatting about how the day went and how school was. She
watched me the whole time I was washing myself.

When I was done, I turned off the shower and started to step
out. Lyn reached over and put her arm around me and helped
me out. Her hand slipped a bit as I was still a bit soapy,
and slid down and over my bottom.

It felt very warm and soft. She giggled and apologised.

She steadied us and got me to stand there while she grabbed
a towel to dry me. Lyn asked if my mum and dad dried me,
which they did, and she said she would like me to show her
how they did it. She got the towel and I told her where and
how to dry me.

It all seemed a bit bizarre, but if she wanted to, why not I
thought, much easier than me doing it.

She was kneeling down, and I could feel her hair against my
stomach as she leaned in to reach behind me to dry my bottom
with the towel. I could feel her breath at the top of my
thigh. Suddenly she just got up, said sorry, she had to do
something, and left me to finish.

I started to dry myself but was looking around for my
clothes, but they weren't there. Ken must have taken them to
get them clean.

Not knowing what to do, because all I had was a towel, I
wrapped it around my waist and very slowly walked out of the
bathroom and down the hall, looking for Ken to get my
clothes.


He was in the lounge room with, Don, sitting on the couch
drinking beer.

I asked for my clothes but he just said not to worry about
it for now, and that I was around friends so I would be ok
as I was. He gave me a sip of beer.

Ken grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into him and said
he would help me get dried. I told him I was dry but he just
kept going.

He started at my hair and then back. It did feel good, as I
loved it when my Dad rubbed my back and hair, and rubbed me
up and down all over.

Then he started on my arms, my chest and then stomach. The
he dried my bottom and the back of my legs. Then the front
of my legs and then gently pushed my legs apart and dried
inside my thighs.

He then stroked my penis with the towel over and over to
make sure it was really dry.

While Ken was drying me, Don said that as that looked like
fun being naked, he would do the same. He took off his
jumper and shirt and I could see his very hairy chest, just
like a gorilla I had seen at the zoo with school the month
before.

He then stood up and slid down his pants saying he was just
relaxing as god and nature had intended, and asked if it was
ok if he was just like me. I just shrugged.

He was completely naked and just sat back on the couch. That
seemed ok and perfectly natural, although a bit odd. I
couldn't help but look at his penis, which was not as long
as Kens but very thick and sticking straight up in the air.
He had huge amounts of curly pubic hair floating above it.

Ken, finished drying me and said I should be like the adults
and stay natural, but it had to be our secret, as sometimes
the police didn't understand and may come and take me away.
But as my teacher, and because my mum had told him to look
after me, I should always do what he said as it was right.

Then Ken took the towel away and told me to sit on the couch
with Don and watch TV if I wanted to. I did and it felt
weird, but very nice, as my naked bottom touched the couch.

Don, leaned across almost a soon as I sat down and said lets
have a wrestle. Without waiting for me to answer he leaped
on top of me and dragged me onto the lounge room floor,
which was a hard carpet.

He was so much more aggressive than other times and held me
really tight. I was pretending to try to get away, but
started to burn my knees on the carpet, when suddenly he
stopped tossing me around and just held me still.

He was just laughing, saying things like, "oh I love it now
you are getting bigger and can struggle harder" and "you are
growing into such a lovely big boy"


While I was still struggling, pretending to get away I
looked up, only to see Ken, naked, right in front of my
face. His penis was huge and had grown bigger and was
sticking straight up in the air. Jesus, it was about a foot
long.

He grabbed my hair and just pulled my head towards his
penis. It slapped the side of my face. I had no idea what
was happening. Ken said I needed to do as I was told or it
would become a serious matter and he would need to call the
Police to take me away. He said to be a good boy and he
would make me feel good like before in the car.

I still didn't know what he wanted, until he said I needed
to open my mouth so I could suck his penis.

Ken was yelling at me now to open my mouth. I wasn't sure
why but he grabbed my nose.

I couldn't breath, but as soon as I opened my mouth to get a
breath he pushed his penis into it. I wasn't sure what to
do, he had one hand on my nose, the other holding tight
pulling my hair and Don was behind me holding me as I was
trapped on all fours.

He kept thrusting his penis in further and further in my
mouth.

I started to relax and realised that the taste was pretty
nice. He kept telling me to suck it, so I did, and it seemed
to affect him a lot. After a few minutes, somehow I worked
out how to take it deeper down my throat and suck him at the
same time.

As he was doing that, Don was curled behind me and I could
feel his thick penis against my upper leg. He reached around
under my stomach and grabbed hold of my penis.

He kept saying how it was so good and that I was very
special and felt very good.

His hand on my penis did feel good as he stroked it up and
down, again and again.


Ken was now doing it harder and harder and her started
swearing loudly. He grabbed my hair and pulled it very hard,
shoving his entire penis down my throat. I could hardly take
it all he still had hold of my nose and his penis was now
almost choking me.

Somehow, I managed not choke and to get back to sucking on
his long, white, tasty penis.

Then I felt a huge rush of strange salty liquid into my
throat as he yelled. He ejaculated inside my mouth and down
my throat, I couldn't breath, I was drowning. I swallowed
some and realised that it helped lots, so I just kept
swallowing, as he pumped more down my throat.

Ken let go of my hair and nose and asked me if I would be
good and do as I was told if he took his penis out of my
mouth. I nodded yes and then he took it out.

Just as I was starting to relax I felt Don from behind
pushing my head down to the ground but telling me to stay
still. I then felt a very nice cool liquid on my behind.

He massage it in for quite a few minutes before he said that
this will feel a little uncomfortable at first but that it
was important to relax.

I jumped a mile when he first slid a finger inside me, but
he just left it there until I relaxed. Then he pushed it in
further and then waited again.

After some time and a couple of inches of his finger, Don
took it out and pressed the head of his penis against my
hole. He pressed a little bit harder every few seconds until
it started to slip inside me.

Every time after he pushed it in further, he would stroke my
penis, which felt good and took away the pain a bit.

I didn't do anything except just stay there letting him put
his penis in and out of me, enjoying it more and more and
time went on. He continued to rub my penis at the same time
and I felt it was getting harder and harder and a few
minutes later I felt the same peeing sensation as before and
ejaculated all over the floor.

Don, a few seconds later, yelled and ejaculated inside me

I was unconscious I think, from the complete exhilaration of
it all, but I felt someone soft and warm pick me up, I have
no idea how much later, and carry me to the bath, wash me
and put me to bed.

The last thing I remember is a soft sweet tasting kiss on my
lips as I passed into darkness, thinking that I may pass
this year with flying colours and dreaming of what my lay
ahead.