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Mr. Pollock loved my cock I was XX (I dont want anyone think I was "" when this happened me) and Mr. Pollock was our homeroom teacher. He also taught "English" and "History". During boring lesson on how Radisson and Grosseliers explored the Hudson’s Bay region of Canada, I drew a picture of a dick on a scrap of paper and passed it Brenda, was the town Pharmacists . She looked at it and promptly passed it to My Pollock, ratting me with " what Chris gave me". Mr, Pollock looked at me and asked "What's this?" "Modern Art" I replied. "You're staying after ...." Oh . I'll probably get the strap and be ratted my mom and dad. After came. Mr. Pollock motioned for me stay behind. He glowered at me for a few minutes than said “come with me" and took me by the arm to the supply room, which was behind the cloak room in the schoolhouse. There was no on the building but Mr. Pollock and I. He showed me the picture again and asked me what it was. Modern Art I again replied. He grabbed my arm and slapped my hand with the wooden ruler that he had always at the ready. “What is this, Chris?” he demanded. Near tears I barely whispered ;....a dink! Its a drawing of a wiener... Mr. Pollock said This is not the sort of thing you give a . Take your pants I dutifully obliged. Shorts too he demanded as he took a seat on a stool. ;Then lay across my He positioned me so my bare cock and balls were directly above his. he began the bare ass strapping. It hurt like hell and I wailed and squirmed piteously. He forced me down and I felt his cock harden beneath me. I knew about hard on’s, and had already discovered the joys of masturbation, so I just sort of knew what was happening to Mr. Pollock, underneath me. "Mr. Pollocks dink is getting all stiff" I thought to myself. He let me up. "Stand there" he demanded. I went to pull my pants up. " them" he ordered. For what seemed like an hour, but was a few minutes, I stood there, exposed to the gaze of Mr. Pollock, was not any longer so grim faced and stern. He was smiling. I stood there, shirt up around my armpits, naked from the waist down, pants down around my ankles. ;Come here, he softly asked. I obeyed. He looked down at my cock, which was oddly semi-erect...I don't know why, but it was. After a minute or so of his obviously ogling my genitals he reached down and said "next time I will strap you here" and he cupped my penis in his hand. He cupped it and then wrapped his grip around my shaft, and said "this is special" and then moved fondle my balls then stroke my cock a few times. I got as Rock Hard as a year cold could get. "You like this" he said. I looked at him and noticed a huge bulge in his pants. Come here" he ordered "Sit" and he positioned me on his lap" I felt his cock pressing against me in a weird and wonderful way, pressing up onto that area just behind my balls, an area I later came to know as my Frenulum, or Taint. He moved around me and groaned a bit as he then continued fondle my cock and balls. There was an awkward silence for a while as he shimmied around me and wheezed a sound that was like my made when I scratched his belly, and his stroking became more intense, and I came, in the cum-less manner of an adolescent hairless - first just the exciting sensation followed by the uncomfortable tickling sensation that I would later learn love. I tried move away - he hoarsely whispered "No, this is what I do bad boys"......bad boys who draw pictures of their dink and give them girls". He ushered me up after he finished with my cock, and quietly ordered me dress. I dressed in silence as he watched, and I saw the dark wet spot on his khaki trousers. "Be a good " he whispered, "and I will be very nice you" he said as I buttoned up my pants "Our secret, okay" I heard as I left the cloak room. "Yes Mr. Pollock, it is" I managed to whisper as I left. He smiled. __________________________________________________________________________________ Of course I continued to misbehave and over the next I was meted punishment and pleasure of a similar type, and as I entered my teems find that Mr. Pollock was also our Scoutmaster, began be invited his Spartan home for "Proficiency badge tests" where I leaned the importance of cleanliness by taking showers with Mr Pollock, after which he would "Test" my cleanliness by sucking my cock. I had found the ultimate form of joy. Now, decades later, I search for mature men like Mr. Pollock, despite that I no longer a teenage , as I have had a lifelong lust for mature men who love cock. Edit Post Hide Post 0 Comments |
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