Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2003 09:53:57 -0700 (PDT) From: RUPE SIROM Subject: Maths Teacher The first-time was when I was enrolled by my parents for a holiday course in Mathematics at the age of sixteen. Each morning, I was dropped off by my mother outside the teacher's apartment, where I was then expected to spend the morning learning algebra and other formulas. The teacher was about 30, quite skinny, and with longish and dirty hair. The apartment was really no more than a studio, with a kitchenette, a double bed and a table in the corner at which we worked. The first day, he opened the door to me in a T shirt, bare feet and wearing jeans. He was quite friendly, and for the first couple of days, we just sort of worked around his table, with him occasionally setting me problems and then leaving the flat whilst I worked at them, and then returning to correct the mistakes. On about the third day, he left the flat as usual, and I put my mind to solve the problem he had set. It was quite easy, and in a couple of minutes I had finished. Bored I started to look around the untidy room, and noticed by his bed some magazines that had been left open, and which looked from where I was sitting as though they were pornographic. I was interested in sex as any young guy would be, and had tried a few faint-hearted approaches on girls of my age, without much success or satisfaction to that point. I leafed through the magazine, and was immediately shocked to see it was a gay porno mag. It showed pictures of quite young boys having sex with older men, in every conceivable position and manner. Most of the pictures in the one that I first leafed through, depicted a young guy of about my age kneeling in front of a group of men and performing fellatio. It then showed the boy being fucked from behind and sucking on another penis. My mind was reeling as I looked at the pictures. The other magazines were worse, and underneath his bed were many more. I was still sitting on his bed, looking at one particular shot of a threesome, when my maths teacher abruptly re-entered his flat. I was caught red-handed, and my face must have gone a bright red, as I quickly tried to cover my embarrassment and push the magazines under the bedclothes, and hurried back to the table. He walked over to me smiling in a grim sort of way. "Reading my mags, eh ?" he asked in a rather menacing way. "He who pokes around in other people's belongings cannot be blamed if he sees things he shouldn't" He added. I quickly hurried to sit down and looked at my maths books, wishing the earth would open. "Sorry" I added limply. "Don't be; after all maybe you liked what you saw?" and with that he picked up the magazine of the youth and brought it over to the table as though he had not a care in the world, and started to leaf through it in front of me on the table. Then he left it open at a double page spread, showing the boy kneeling astride a man whose penis was well embedded in his arse, and leaning forward to suck another cock, whilst two other men masturbated over his face. It was an electrifying sight, and I knew it was meant to shock me. I said nothing, and the teacher pointed to my maths book, and continued to instruct me in my lesson, all the while leaving the picture directly open in front of us. My eyes constantly roved to and from my books to the picture to the book. I could feel his eyes boring into me, and all the while I could feel myself getting excited and had now developed a huge hard-on. "Excites you, doesn't it?" said the teacher. And he started to open other magazines on the table and rapidly my books were forgotten and the table was full of pictures of enormous cocks spilling out sperm into various people. Then he leaned back in his chair, and undid his jeans and took out what I thought was an enormous cock. It was long and very thick with a circumcised head. I had never seen another man's cock close-up and I was dumbstruck. He slowly masturbated in front of me, letting his jeans slip to the floor and kicking them away. His cock grew to a good 8 inches, and his breathing became harsher as he approached his climax. Suddenly he leant forward to me, and kissed me on my lips, his hand still working on his penis. I was shocked at first and pulled away but he held me around the neck, and forced his tongue between my lips. At first it was revolting, but in a moment I relaxed unable to stop myself and began to kiss back, his tongue twisted and turned in my mouth as he continued to pump himself. Pulling away, and smiling broadly, he reached forward again and pulled me so that I fell forward and off the chair onto my knees. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I was so unsure of myself, and was torn between utter revulsion and perverse pleasure. "You know what you want. Go on," he said "eat it up, I know you want to, and so do you." "There is nothing wrong, and nothing to be worried about." With his hand he guided my head closer and closer to his raging hard-on, tipping his knob forward so that it was only inches away from my face. I looked up at him, and then down at the purple head that oozed a gooey liquid. I shut my eyes, and before I knew it, the head was against my shut lips and the pressure on my neck became harder and harder, and as I opened my mouth to protest, the large head slipped into my mouth, and I was gagging on my first taste of cock. The teacher was rough with me, now that he was in my mouth he pushed my head up and down so that more and more was forced into my mouth, and my jaws were literally forced wide to get the width of it in. I could not manage much, and with one hand I grasped the rest of the penis, which I began to jerk up and down in what I thought was a reasonable motion, with one third of his cock inside my mouth. It was only seconds and he exploded, the first spurt hitting my throat and causing me to gag and try to withdraw, but he held tightly to my head as he emptied himself into my mouth. I was unable to swallow it all, and could feel my mouth filling up with sperm and saliva, and when he finally pulled his hand away from my head, and I removed my lips from around his cock, a long stream of cum leaked down my jaws and into his pubic hair. I sat back up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as the teacher, laughed out aloud and sat back with his limp cock, now fully sated. "I knew you would were a cock-sucker from the moment you came in. It is written all over your pretty face. Wasn't so bad was it ?" He looked at me amusedly. "First-time, and not bad at all. Reckon you could do a lot better though." He came up to me, and stood beside me, his cock almost touching my ears. He slowly prised open my shirt and peeled it off my shoulders. My body is thin and totally fair. He played with my nipples awhile and then told me to stand up. I did as he bidded without murmer. I knew I had crossed the threshold, and I was almost in his total power. "Drop your pants, let's see what you got" he commanded. I did so, my small penis half erect stood out from my pale and almost hairless body. He pinched my bottom, as though weighing me up as you would something you were buying in a store. "Not bad, not bad. Pity not fatter, but I look forward to tasting these" and with that he squeezed my bottom in a tight grip and kissed me again deeply. This time I shut my eyes, and melted into his embrace. I could feel myself hardening. He pulled away. "Wank yourself off!" He said suddenly. "Where, how?" I asked stupidly. He placed me on the table, lifted my legs up and apart, and I started to pull my cock. As I did this, I could see out of the window and across to the street below. My mother had arrived to collect me and was waiting in the car, as often the lesson went on longer that planned. But everything was a blur as I approached my climax, and a finger was inserted into my rectum, which stunned and shocked me, but only brought me on quicker. I suddenly cried out, and cum erupted from my small balls and spurted up and over my waist, and the finger had been replaced by two more and was pushing even harder up my bottom. I was in heaven and hell at the same time, and my mother was outside in the car. He had also seen her arrive, and watched me get dressed with his usual cynical smile. When I was ready, he came to the door, still half-naked, and said "See you tomorrow then pretty-boy." And slapped me on my buttocks before closing the door in my face. It had been a rude awakening, and I was trembling with fear in case my mother could see from my face, or smell, that I had just had a mouth full of an older man's cock. But fear later was replaced by excitement, and I must have masturbated most of the night reliving the experience. The next morning came quickly, and I dressed carefully, not knowing what it would bring. My family remarked that I looked a little tense, but I shrugged it off saying that we were doing mock exams and that I had studied till late. The lie worked, and nothing further was said. I was dropped off as normal, and tentatively made my way upstairs to the teachers flat. I knocked and the door was opened by the teacher wearing only a thin dressing gown, and sucking on a cigarette. The air in the flat smelled of sweat and cigarette smoke. He had made no attempt to clean up, nor to prepare for our lesson. "Get undressed" he ordered. And waited as with trembling hands I shrugged off my shirt and jeans until I was once again naked. He let his dressing gown open, and his cock hung limply down. "Kneel, pretty boy, and go to work. We have a lot to teach you today." I knew he did not mean maths, and without needing his hand, quickly sucked his cock again into my mouth. I had dreamed all night of this, and I tried to take him as deep as possible. About two minutes into my sucking, my head going to and fro over his cock, which had hardened and grown under my ministrations, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened, and wide-eyed, my lips stills stretched around the penis, was another man standing with a towel around his waist. I pulled back in horror and tried to get to my feet. "Where do you think you are going?" said the maths teacher, grabbing my hair and holding my head to his crotch. "Mark, meet Rupert; Rupert meet Mark." He said by way of introduction. "Don't stop what you are doing. Nice looking boy." Mark spoke to the teacher. He was about the same age, or a little older, and from the state of the room and the bed, it was obvious they were lovers. Mark came over to where I was kneeling, my face inches from the teachers penis. He let his towel slip so that he too was naked. His body was incredibly hairy, and his cock was smaller that the teachers, but his balls seemed gigantic. From where I was kneeling I could see nothing more than two well-endowed cocks, and a lot of hair. Both men started to stroke my hair, and before I knew what I was doing, my mouth was going from one cock to the other, while in each hand I grasped the base of each of their cocks. After a few minutes, they led me to the bed, and knelt me down. Mark carefully inserted something greasy into my bottom, and then with infinite slowness, worked his cock into me. All the while, my teacher held my head to his cock to stop me from screaming out at the initial pain. After a while we developed a natural rhythm and with Mark holding my hips, he was able to fully thrust into my body, whilst at the other end I tried my best to shove as much of the teachers cock down my throat as possible. It seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes before Mark came deep inside me, I could feel him expanding and then he slumped on my giving small animal grunts as he spurted, and then quickly following him, I received yet another mouthful from my maths teacher. The rest of the morning, they took it in turns to fuck me in every possible way, and I realised that the pictures of the boy the other day, were in fact no different to what I was doing now. What followed was a summer of maths and sex lessons, and whilst I failed my maths exams, I certainly passed the sex ones. I was initiated into every conceivable way of having sex with another man, and my teacher seemed to have an unlimited circle of gay friends with whom he shared me and his bed. It all culminated in a series of very pornographic photographs and a film that were taken one afternoon at someone's house, in which I was literally gang-banged by six men of between forty and sixty years old, and even when that was finished ended up having to have sex with the photographer and his assistant. Luckily for me, probably, my family left the area, and I was probably saved from further debauchery by this move, though the film and the magazine with my photographs, probably still live on somewhere.