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My teacher...  

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2/1/2021 6:04 pm
My teacher...


I was xx and Mr. Pollock was our homeroom teacher. He also taught "English" and "History". During one boring class 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 to Brenda, who was the town Pharmacists . She looked at it and promptly passed it My Pollock, ratting out with "Look what Chris gave ". Mr, Pollock looked at and asked "Whats this?" "Modern Art" I replied.
"You're staying after school...."

Oh great. I'll probably get the strap and be ratted out my mom and dad.

After class came. Mr. Pollock motioned for me stay behind. He glowered at 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 one on the building but Mr. Pollock and I.

He showed the picture again and asked what it was.
"Modern Art" I again replied.
He grabbed my arm and slapped my hand with the strap 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 din"

Mr. Pollock said "This is not the sort of thing you give a girl. Take your pants down"
I dutifully obliged.
"Shorts too" he demanded as he took a seat on a stool. "Then lay across my lap".

He positioned 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 hardon’s and had already discovered the joys
of masturbation, so I just sort of knew what was happening Mr. Pollock, underneath .
"Mr. Pollocks dink is getting all stiff" I thought myself.

He let up.
"Stand there" he demanded.
I went pull my pants up.
"Leave them" he ordered.

For what seemed like an hour, but was actually only a couple of minutes, I stood there, exposed to the gaze of Mr. Pollock, who was not any longer so grim faced and stern. He was smiling.
"Come here" he softly said. 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 to 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 under me and groaned a bit as he then continued to fondle my cock and balls"

There was an awkward silence for a while as he shimmied around under me and wheezed out 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 boy - 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 buys who draw pictures of their dink and give them girls".

He ushered up after he finished with my cock, and quietly ordered dress.
I dressed in silence as he watched, and I saw the dark wet spot on his khaki trousers.

"Be a good boy" 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.

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Of course I continued to misbehave and over the next I was meted out 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 coc

I had found the ultimate form of joy.

Now, decades later, I search for mature men like Mr. Pollock, despite that I am no longer a teenage , as I have had a lifelong lust for mature men who love coc

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