Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2018 17:38:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Darrell Subject: LEARNING FROM MR. GREEN, Part I This is a story of a young boy and an older man. It is based on fact. I was the young boy. I'm now an older man and I would never advocate child sexual abuse, but I was a willing participant in the action described and I always wonder how many young boys are like me. Thank you for reading my story. Growing up in a small town has its advantages, but also some downsides. One of the big downsides is everyone knows who you are, especially if your father happens to be the minister at one of the local churches as mine was. It's also a bit complicated if you are the kid every man in town is having sex with. You see, I was the town slut from a very early age. We moved to Shalom when I was not quite 5 years old. By the time I was 7 I had been playing with my friends' cock and spending time under the covers sucking every time one of them stayed overnight which was fairly often. My adventures with adult men began when I was 8. A new school superintendent had been hired, Charles Green was his name. His wife had also been hired as a teacher for 2nd and 3rd grades (remember this was a small town and we had more than one grade in a classroom). Mrs. Green was the worst teacher I have ever had, but her husband was a different story. I was in third grade and our classroom was just around the corner from the boys restroom. One day I had to go to the bathroom so I politely raised my hand to be excused. I went into the restroom and sat on one of the toilets. There were no partitions in this toilet so privacy was hard to come by. I had finished doing my duty when Mr. Green walked in. Mr. Green was in his 50s, about 5'10", and balding. The hair he had left was graying and combed straight back from his forehead. He had steely blue eyes that sparkled when he looked at you. Not exactly handsome, he was a good looking man with just a hint of a paunch. Being a bit shy I just sat there doing nothing. Mr. Green walked up to the toilet next to where I was sitting and unzipped his pants, pulled out a fat uncut cock and began pissing. I had never seen an adult cock before or been that close to someone else pissing. I wish I could say that what happened next was an example of sexual abuse but that would be a fabrication. Mr. Green finished pissing and stood there holding his cock. "You're the preacher's kid aren't you?" "Yes," I replied softly. "Have you ever seen a man's penis before?" he asked. That was the first time I had ever heard the word "penis" but I was a smart kid and I figured out what he was talking about right away. "No," I replied. "It's really big." Of course I had nothing to compare it to besides my now little cock which by now was hard as stone from watching what had just happened. Mr. Green smiled at me. "Then you've never touched one before either, have you? But do you like looking at it?" I nodded my head probably more enthusiastically than necessary. I DID like looking at it and I wanted to see more. "Have you ever played with your friend's penis?" Again I nodded in assent. "Would you like to touch mine? I don't mind if you do, but you can't tell anyone about this. Not even your best friend." I had only a moment of hesitation before I reached out my small hand and touched Mr. Green's penis which was growing significantly as I held it. "Don't worry," I said. "I won't tell anyone. I can keep a secret." "God boy!" and he moved even closer to me. By now his cock was at standing out at a hard 6 1/2 inches and so think I couldn't get my hand around it. I instinctively moved my hand up and down on his throbbing penis. I probably couldn't have defined the word lust, but I was lusting after that hard cock. I wanted more. I felt Mr. Green's hand on my head and he gently pushed me toward his crotch. "Why don't you lick it?" he said seductively. "Most boys think it tastes really good." Briefly I wondered how many boys he had done this with, but almost instantly decided I didn't care if he had a hundred boys tasting his cock, I wanted to be one of them. My head moved closer to his exposed penis, almost involuntarily. Mr. Green wanted me to taste his cock, and I wanted to taste it. My mouth was too small to get much of his cock inside, but I got a couple of inches in and started sucking and licking. It was wonderful. I loved it. There was just a faint taste of his recent piss and a more distinct taste of something else. None of my friends could cum yet so I had never tasted pre-ejaculation juices that a man has. I was in ecstasy. I was like a little puppy at a bitch's tit. I loved sucking his cock. In only a few minutes, Mr. Green said softly, "something is going to come out of my penis and into your mouth. Don't worry, it won't hurt you, but you will need to swallow quickly." I nodded without taking my mouth off of his wonderful cock. Suddenly I felt it swell up a bit and then there was a salty, earthy taste in my mouth so I swallowed and swallowed as more kept coming from his pulsating cock. He gently pulled out of my mouth and there was still a drop of white liquid on the end o his penis. I immediately stuck out my tongue and liked it off. Mr. Green gave a shudder and gave me a great big smile. "Oh you did good, my boy. We should do this again," he said. "I would like that sir. When?" "You leave that to me," he answered. "I'm the superintendent here and I can make things happen. Now you better get back to your classroom." Mr. Green tucked his deflating cock back into his pants and zipped them up. He reached his big hand over and ruffled my hair, gave me a big smile and left the restroom. My little cock was still hard, but I stood up and pulled up my pants. I hoped no one would notice that I was hard when I walked back into my classroom. 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