Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2013 10:44:46 +0000 (GMT) From: penny cox Subject: The Geography Master I was only 12 when I first met the Geography Master. It was an all boys school, so there was lots of mutual wanking going on. I loved it, but Sir used to call us out to the front of the class, and made to stand next to his desk. As he talked about our homework, he'd run his hand up the back of our legs and play with our bottom cheeks. He did it to all the boys, but I loved it, and wanted more. I didn't like him doing it to me in front of the whole class, so I asked if I could see him in his classroom after school. He agreed. The first time I went to his classroom, it was much the same. Me standing there with his hand caressing my bottom cheeks through my trousers, while I glanced form my homework book, to the front of his trousers, but his trousers won, and in the end, I just stared down at his flies, wishing I could reach down and undo them. When he said "Anything else Peter"? I knew it was nearly time to go. To give him a clue that I was enjoying being touched, I opened my legs quite wide. His hand slid down off my bottom cheeks and in between my legs, pushing upwards slightly. Oh, it felt so good. Sir was lifting my balls, and I liked it. I visited his classroom a few times, getting a hard-on each time, which I'm sure he noticed. "Are you playing football for the school on Saturday"? he asked. "No Sir, but I'm going to watch"......."Good" he whispered "I'll come along as well. Make sure you are in your football kit and obeying the gym code. Alright"? I nodded, knowing that the gym code was that no underpants were to be worn under gym shorts. That Saturday I turned up in gym kit, and stood watching the game kick off. Sir turned up, but I tried to not notice him. When he got out of his car....wow, he was in gym kit as well. I had arrived alone, and no-one was watching me, so I slowly walked over to him. "Hello Sir" I said, glancing down at the front of his shorts. "Hello Peter" He said, "You must be cold. Haven't you got a coat".."No Sir" I said, shivering a little. "You can share my rug " he said, getting a big tartan rug out of the boot. He threw it around his shoulders, and leant against the front of his car. "Here" he said lifting up rug "Get in beside me". "Thank you Sir" I said, turning round and backing into the rug, beside him. I felt his arm pull the rug around my shoulders, The bonnet of the car was nice and warm against my bottom. To give him a sign I said "That's feels nice against a cold bottom Sir" "Is your bottom cold Peter" he asked. "A little Sir" I whispered. "Here Peter, hold this corner of the rug around you" I took hold and pulled it tightly around me. I felt all nice and snug. His hand was now sliding down my back, out of sight under the rug, until it reached my bottom. I stood up straight, away from the car, to give his hand some room. Suddenly it was cupped over one bottom cheek, and caressing me through my thin shorts. Round and round it went, then slowly across the gap to my other cheek, then to and fro, rubbing me all the time. "Yes your bottom is cold Peter" he whispered very softly "Are you feeling any warmer now, or shall I carry on"? I looked up at him and smiled. "Could you carry on please Sir"? I blurted out "That feels so nice and warming" He didn't reply, and the hand kept on caressing. "You can cuddle up to me if you like Peter" he said "After all no-one is looking over at us, and anyway, we're hidden under the rug aren't we"? I nervously slid an arm around his waist, letting my fingers stay across the top of his bottom cheek. HHmmm I didn't feel any underpants. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts, just over his hip. "We better not tell anyone about us cuddling up under a rug, eh Peter. It'll be our little secret"? I looked up at him and nodded. "Good" he whispered "How's you bottom, is it warming up".? "I'm not sure Sir" I said after a few seconds. "There's only one way to find out for sure" he whispered in my ear. "That's to put my hand down inside your shorts and feel for myself. Is that alright Peter"? I nodded silently and waited. His hand moved up to the back of my shorts, and then I felt the fingers easing down under the elasticated waist, further down until I felt them on my skin. In a second or two his whole hand was cupped over my naked bottom cheek. It just stayed there for a while, and then began the circular movements it had done before. "Just let me try the other cheek" he whispered very softly. His hand slowly slid across, but stayed in the gap for a few seconds, as his fingers seemed to part my cheeks. Then it was caressing from cheek to cheek and felt so lovely. I wanted this man to be feeling my bottom, in fact I wanted him to feel me all over. I pulled on the rug, to try and close it around us. "It will only go right around us if you move and stand in front of me Peter" he said "Here try it" I looked down and saw that his legs were apart, and managed to move sideways, and stand between his feet. "That's it" he whispered." You take the other end of the rug and pull it right around us, then I'll have two hands to warm your bottom". I took it and pulled. It went right around us, and doubled over at the front. Suddenly "OOOOhhhhh" I cried out as a very cold hand slid inside my shorts. "Sorry Peter, I didn't mean to startle you"............I didn't want him to remove it so I said quite loudly "That's ok Sir, it'll soon warm up, and anyway, I'm enjoying feeling your hands inside my shorts" "That's good Peter, but we still mustn't tell anyone, ok"? he whispered down into my ear. I nodded and leant back, trapping his hands on my bottom. "Are you really enjoying this"? he whispered even more softly. Again I nodded. "So am I, but I'll get into trouble if anyone finds out". I pushed myself backwards, and felt his hands move to my hips. Suddenly I felt his cock for the first time. It was half-hard and pressing against my bottom and felt gorgeous "I won't tell anyone........................promise" His hands began to move round towards the front, and in seconds I felt his fingertips touch my boy-cock. "OOhhh Sir" I wheezed "I've wanted you to touch me for so long".........."Really" he asked. "Yes Sir, all those times, standing at your desk with you hand on my bottom, and me looking down at your trousers. I wanted to be naked, and feel your hands all over me." His fingers wrapped themselves around my cock and started a wanking movement. I pushed backwards, just wanting his cock in my hand so much. "That's how I feel about you Peter. Do you want to feel my cock"? I nodded and felt one of his hands slipping out of my shorts, while the other kept on wanking. "Let me take one end of the rug" he whispered. With it still firmly around us, I eased my hand behind me, and pushed it between us. "OOOOhhh Sir" I said as my fingers wrapped themselves around it out side his shorts. "It's so big. I looked around and saw that nobody was looking at us, so I tugged at the waistband of his shorts. I started to move downwards and in seconds my fingers were wrapped around Sirs' cock. End of Part 1