Written by: Sandy Smith
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Mr. Jones was my gym teacher through all of my high school life, he was a new graduate from teachers college when he first started at our new high school so was only 10 years older than I was. He was a very nice looking man, always tanned and when he dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt I noticed that he didn't seem to have any tan lines when I was able to peek up the leg of his shorts. One day as I was showering, masturbating and enjoying myself after class at the end of the day I noticed he was watching me from the doorway into the large shower area. I had my eyes closed into slits so I could see any potential watchers and was very surprised when Mr. Jones appeared at the doorway and stood there while I was generously soaping and stroking my cock.
I was already pretty far along in my masturbation and it didn't take too long before I groaned and shot a couple of streams of semen onto the shower floor. I then opened my eyes and feigned surprise and embarrassment at seeing him and at what I was doing. "Sorry Mr. Jones, I didn't know anyone was here this late" I said trying to blush.
Mr. Jones just smiled and nodded "That's quite alright Sandy; it's a natural thing to do at your age. Don't worry about it" he said as he turned and walked away. I thought that I noticed his cock stiffening and pushing the front of his track pants out. Next time I'll have to put more of a show on I thought to myself.
I had a chance the next week, last class of the day, no one else in the locker room when Mr. Jones walked into the lockers heading towards his office. I had stripped naked and with my towel hanging over my shoulder I said hello to him and headed into the shower. I started facing the tile wall and after getting wet I started to soap my bum and slipped my index finger into myself with a fairly loud moan. Next, with my eyes looking closed, I turned slightly sideways so my stiff cock was visible to the doorway and began to soap my front. I spent a lot of time soaping, stroking and squeezing my balls again moaning at the feeling (and for the benefit of Mr. Jones who I was sure was watching). Next I started to play with my cock, soaping it, running my fingers up and down it and around the mushroom head.
I began full-on masturbating and as I did I turned slightly toward the doorway and leaned back against the tile as if for support. I had learned how to apply varying pressure to my cock and varying speeds of stroking to enhance and prolong my pleasure. I was getting near my orgasm and decided that as I began to cum I would open my eyes and look directly at Mr. Jones. I started to moan loudly, opened my eyes (and there he was, his track pants definitely tented, watching) and smiled at him as I shot several thick streams of semen. I captured the last stream on the palm of my other hand then licked it clean. Mr. Jones was definitely turned on and that last action of eating my own cum had given him a whole new picture of me.
Clean, drained of semen, I turned off the shower and with my cock still pointing stiffly in front of me I walked to the doorway and said "Good night Mr. Jones."
Dressing at my locker I stole a glance sideways to see him going into his office and closing the door behind him. Silently I walked over and put my ear close to the door to listen. I heard moaning and the slap of balls during masturbation; then I heard panting and a long moan as Mr. Jones came (and came, and came it seemed). Satisfied with the results of my masturbation I left for the day thinking about how I might engage him in something more than watching.
That night I lay in bed planning how to seduce Mr. Jones. I stroked my cock to several satisfying orgasms, licking up all of the semen I could capture from my stomach. I thought that perhaps I could get him engaged by asking him about masturbation and my sexual health. It was worth a try, I desperately wanted to see his man-sized cock, to see him cum and perhaps to sample his white juice.
It was nearly another week before I had a chance for my plan. When I was the last guy in the locker room I went to Mr. Jone's office door and asked him if I could talk to him about something. Looking up and smiling when he saw it was me he said sure, come in. I sat across from him and acted as embarrassed as I could. "Mr. Jones I know you've caught me masturbating twice now and I need to ask you if doing it is harmful to my health. I masturbate 2 or 3 times a day and am a little scared that cumming that much might be dangerous to my sexual health. Can you help me?"
The man positively glowed with enthusiasm as he leaned forward onto his desk and answered me. "Sandy, masturbating is a natural thing to do. The first thing I can tell you is that it will not harm you ever, you can be sure of that. I am a little surprised that you do it so often though. Are you always that horny that you need to jerk off?"
Looking down in mock shame I said "Thank you Mr. Jones, I'm glad it won't hurt me. I can't help being so horny, my older sister teases me with her college age body and openly masturbates in front of me and it really turns me on. I have to stroke myself and cum to relieve the pressure in my balls."
Mr. Jones was nodding his head as he envisioned a naked masturbating college girl. I couldn't see his pants but I'm sure his cock was quite stiff at my description. "Sandy, while I said that masturbating won't hurt you I think you should be careful that you are doing it correctly so you don't irritate the sensitive skin on your cock. Why don't you drop your shorts and show me how you do it when I'm close enough to give you advice?"
I stood, my cock was already rising, and dropped my shorts and jock strap. I didn't have a huge cock but it was a good 5 and a half inched long, long enough to satisfy at this stage I thought. Mr. Jones reached into a desk drawer and brought out a bottle with KY on it. "This is lube Sandy, you must always lubricate your cock to keep from irritating the soft skin. Apply a little to the palm of your hand then start to stroke. I'm going to come around the desk so I can sit closer to watch your technique." Getting up Mr. Jones walked around his desk, his track pants bulged with his erection, and sat on the chair I had occupied, right in front of me.
I applied the lube (I didn't want him to know that I had a bottle of my own at home!) and began to stroke. Mr. Joes was very close as he watched me and gave me suggestions on how to grip my cock shaft, where to apply pressure and how to change the pace and pressure for the best result. I was very turned on having him so close to me and in less than 10 minutes I panted "Mr. Jones, I think that I'm going to cum. What should I do?"
Not moving an inch he replied "Just continue Sandy, if you get any semen on my shirt it doesn't matter its washable anyway."
With that I began to shoot streams of cum with quite a force. (I hadn't cum in 3 or 4 days to make sure this would be a massive orgasm) I surprised Mr. Jones and some of my cum sprayed onto his face as well as his tee-shirt. When I was done he sat back and using his fingers he scooped the semen off of his cheeks and tasted it smiling "That tastes really nice Sandy, really sweet and thick."
I smiled and thanked him for his advice and asked if I could come back again if I had any further questions. My cock was still stiff and I could tell that his was nearly bursting from his pants. Deciding to take another chance I said "Mr. Jones I can see that you are horny too why don't you masturbate and show me how a man does it?"
Taking my cue he motioned me to sit on the chair beside him and standing he pulled down his track pants and underwear exposing a stiff cock that must have been nearly 8 inches long and twice the thickness of mine. The head on it bulged red and I could see the veins standing out on the shaft. Mr. Jones lubricated his cock and began to stroke it while I described what and how he was masturbating. Taking my cue from his previous position I sat directly in front of him and leaned in so my face was only 5 or 6 inches from this beautiful cock. As his excitement raised his descriptions of masturbating became more and more fragmented and he started to pant that he was close.
With a cry of pleasure he began to cum, streams of cum shot from his man-cock and sprayed my face, hair and chest. I had opened my mouth and in a last chance test I leaned so my open mouth was nearly touching his cock head and he had to ejaculate into my mouth. He groaned loudly at my action and continued to spray semen, all of which I was able to capture in my open mouth and swallow noisily moaning myself to keep him aroused. It seemed like forever that his orgasm lasted, I swallowed his cum at least 3 times before with a sigh he stopped. I reached out with my hand and stroked his cock to coax a last couple of dribbles of semen onto my tongue.
"Thank you Mr. Jones, I can see that I have a lot to learn and a lot more development to expect if my cock is going to grow to be like yours."
"Sandy, why don't you call me Bill when we are alone together? I think you have earned that right by being so open to discussing your sexuality and in demonstrating it and helping me in my own demonstration."
I smiled and nodded my head. Standing I walked to the door to leave, at the door I turned and asked Mr. Jones if I could ask him more questions next week when gym was the last class of the day. I got a positive nod and he said certainly I could, he would like that. He was standing there, cock still stiff and absently stroked it as we talked.
(private lesson to cum...)