Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2005 08:31:04 +0100 (BST)
From: Alisha Mathew <alisha69ksk2002@yahoo.co.in>
Subject: Reminiscences of Adolescence II

Chandu was the raunchiest boy in our class, he was very fair and curly
haired and short. We all used to wear shorts at that time, there was only
one boy called Pothan who wore dhothi and he was a backbencher. Ours was
a boy's school and only one or two ladies teachers were there. Pothan
was notorious for his exhibitionistic tendencies, whenever teacher was
not there he used to exhibit his organ and all boys in the class was
aware of his big phallus. His was the first phallus I have seen without
foreskin.

During strike days Pothan will start calling slogans and we follow him.
And Head master will announce holiday when the first stone is thrown at
his window by Pothan. There was a shed bit of dark and damp due to its
muddy walls and roof made of coconut leaves. After the strike Pothan will
assemble some interested students and will explain the realities of life,
his adventures. He taught us to peel the foreskin of our penis back. The
first time it was very painful for us. There was a white sticky curd like
substance covered the dome of the penis and we had to clean them using
our fingers. It was smelling like hydrogen sulphide which our chemistry
teacher demonstrated us. One in a while the same smell will arise from
the class. Then Pothan will declare that Mr.Xs penis has bloomed. For him
the process of automatically peeling back of foreskin was like blooming
of a flower. Those who experienced the `blooming' also experienced the
pleasure of masturbation. Some boys found it out naturally and some
others were taught by others. The classes were boring most of the time.
The teachers were too old and lazy, one of them was a history teacher. He
used to doze off in the classroom after instructing a boy to read the
lessons.

Once he was awaken in midst of huge disturbance as we were all talking
then he barked with questions

`What did the Mughal emperor do for the country, Chandu answer?'

`Dig wells sir', came stock reply.

`Ok then what?',

`Planted trees near roads sir (who hasn't done that )', came sudden
answer.

`Then what?'

`Built castles sir!', Chandu was not going to be caught.

`These things everyone will do, what's special about it, give me some
nice answers', saying this he took his cane and we knew someone is going
to get its taste. The teacher had a motor bike and he was very proud
about it, that everyone knew. Chandu cleverly ask him, ` Sir may I ask a
question?'

`Whats your question, I am asking questions and you are to answer them'

`Sir, in fact its not a question sir, it's a doubt'

`What doubt?'

`Sir, do motor bikes have gears!?'

The teacher was taken aback and it was giving an occasion to boast about
his bike. He said `Fool sit down, don't you know all motor bikes have
gears, only ladies use those gearless spineless vehicles'

`But some other male teacher use scooters sir'

`Oh, but motor bike is for macho men don't you know?'

`Sir, only people big and brave like you can ride it, they say so?'

`Who say so?'

`My father!'

`Good, then your father is not a fool like you, ok what he said is
true'

`Sir where did you buy your bullet bike?'

The teacher was impressed and sleep was gone. He began to narrate the
story which we have heard a hundred times , about his brother a military
man brought the bike to village, how it was damaged, how with help of a
blacksmith our teacher repaired it and so on. By the time some boys took
books and began to sit beside his chairs and pretended to be taking
notes. He liked boys sitting on floor and he put his chair forward to
continue. Chandu and Pothen were two now sitting on floor behind him.
While teacher was busy with the story Chandu opened his knickers and
showed us his fly. The other boys tried to suppress a chuckle or smile.
Chandu began to peel his foreskin and his fly was hard. Like a snake
coming out of a hole his red bell top came out of foreskin and it was
clean. Pothen changed his dhothi and as usual he had no underwears. We
say his enormous phallus like an African fish. My god! How big, the boys
are were smiling. The teacher mistook as an acknowledgment about his
wisdom of repairing motor bike with help of a local blacksmith.

Ring!! The period was over and the teacher left, Chandu and Pothen hid
their tools as soon as they heard the bell. Afternoon we had no classes.
I saw Chandu and Pothen moving to the shed. They asked me to come as they
want to show something. I went there and Pothen took a book from his
textbook and showed it to me. The first page was a picture of a pussy, a
matured pussy with lot of hairs. How ugly a pussy looked, I thought. `Do
you know what its?'

`Yes, a woman's privates'

`What is it called?'

`Pussy'

`Oh you know the term, I thought you don't know such things'

`Have you seen a real pussy?'

`No, do you'

`Me, I saw a hundred pussies'

`Oh!, how come a hundred'

`I used to peep at my neighbours. There are lot of ladies come to bath
near my house. My house is near those paddy fields, and there is a pond
near it. Afternoon ladies come there for bath. I used to hide behind
bushes and see their pussies'

`Oh! `

Chandu was not listening to us, he was sitting near end of a bench and I
noticed that his hands were shaking violently, what was he doing I
wondered. Pothen turned one more page and showed a photo. It was color,
but old. In that a big man was putting his phallus into a woman's pussy
and she was standing like a cow before him.

`Do you know what he is doing?'

`No I don't understand'

`Well, he is fucking!'

`What!'

`Fucking, its called fucking, that's how we are all born. Our fathers
fuck our mothers like this and we are born'

`You are a liar, I have never seen my parents doing this'

`None does this when we are around, have you seen your father's dick?'

`Yes'

"When'

`When he is urinating and when he changes dress'

`Ok how big is his phallus'

`Much big!'

`Ok have you seen your mother's pussy?'

`No'

"Why?'

`I haven't got an opportunity'

`Ok do you want to see a real pussy'

`Yes, but whose'

`Someones, its nice to see those pussy, hairy pussies I love them'

`How can I see one?'

`You have to come to my house'

`Ok I will do'

Pothen asked Chandu `Have you finished Chandu?'

`No I am not coming', Chandu answered. What was he doing? Pothen moved
to Chandu and I followed. Chandu had his buttons open and he was moving
his foreskin to and fro in a frantic manner, his penis was red due to
friction. `Ok I will do it for you', Pothen volunteered. I saw Pothen
yanking Chandu's trousers and he was naked down the waist. Pothen moved
behind Chandu  and lifted his dhothi and began to put his big erected
phallus between Candu's buttocks and began moving to and fro. Now Chnadu
and Pothen looked like the guy and lady in the book, Chandu was in place
of woman and instead of a pussy he was having a dick and where was Pothen
putting his big penis. It was just between his legs and Pothen's hands
were busy playing with Chandu's small cock. `Ooooh oooh' Chandu was
cooing. Pothen was fucking Chandu, yes I felt that he was doing just
that. Then Chandu yelled' I come! I come!' Pothen's face was happy and
he put Chandu on the bench and he rolled over poor Chandu's back and he
was fucking his phallus between Chandu's buttocks and Chandu's shirt
was also gone. I was afraid what will happen if someone comes and see
what was going on. Then I saw Pothen moving from Chandu's body and I saw
a sticking substance like milk was oozing out of his big phallus and it
was all over Chandu's buttocks.

Chandu hurriedly dressed and took his text and was gone. Pothen used his
dhothi to clean his phallus and asked me to come to his house. I was
interested to see a real pussy  and I followed him

(to be continued)