Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2024 16:55:29 +0000 From: John Van Laningham Subject: Mr Mack MR. MACK By John Van Laningham NOTE: This is a more or less true story. True enough, anyway. If you enjoy, please let me know at jvanlan@black.com Please donate to Nifty! I was in the 6th grade, which made me 12, actually closer to 13 at the time it happened. I was in the gifted program which meant that I got one hour a day in the gifted class room, missing something else that some adult thought was less than critical for me to know. I was a history nerd and my teacher entered me into a history fair. My project was to make a model of a medieval castle. My teacher was called Mr. Mack. At 12, all adults seem, to a greater or lesser extent, old. In reality, Mr Mack was in his mid 20's and unmarried. He was young enough to be a cool teacher and our hour was pretty unstructured, so he seemed less of an adult than my usual 6th grade teacher, who was a trim, thin woman long into middle age who thought I talked too much and was generally too smart for my own good. She actively disliked brightness and warmed to neat and quiet kids destined for comfortable mediocrity. Mr Mack was the opposite. He was excited about the creative talents of his collection of preteens and encouraged our interests. I was genuinely into the project and had done the research. I could tell you all about the Tower of London and Windsor Castle and Caernarfon Castle. But if I was going to get it done im time, I was going to have to stay after school. And Mr Mack stayed with me, even volunteering to take me home because I would miss the bus. It was on his way home. A few days before the fair, it was finally pretty much done and me and Mr Mack were sitting there, talking, me really more than him, admiring my work. He was sitting next to me. As we talked, he put his hand on my thigh. And then on the inside of my thigh. I didn't stop him but I stopped talking. I liked it. But I was anxious and scared. All of a sudden, my heart was pounding, beating out of my chest. My throat was dry. I was breathing a little heavy. He rubbed my thigh and his hand kind of lightly grazed my crotch. I bit my lower lip and looked at him. He had curly brown hair that was stylishly medium long and brown eyes and long sideburns. He was fit and trim. I looked him in the eye and he looked me in the eye and I said nothing. He reached over and rubbed two fingers of his other hand along my hairless face. "You have really blue eyes" he said "Thanks" I muttered, uncertain what to say but wanting to say something I had an erection and my jeans were tight enough that it was uncomfortable. Breathing hard and scared out of my mind, I reached down and took his hand and moved it the inch and half it needed for him to be fondling my crotch. As soon as his hand made it there, he squeezed my hardness and I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was just a simple touch, just a tug, but it felt amazing. The most incredible thing ever. I kind of licked my lips nervously but i continued to look at him, never breaking eye contact. He took his hand away and picked up my left hand and moved it over to his crotch. I took in a breath and sighed heavily as my hand hit the fly of his khaki chino's. I could feel he was hard too. "Do you want to touch it?" he asked, very softly. "Do you want to see it?" I nodded eagerly. More than anything else in the world, I wanted to see it. I should have screamed how much I wanted to touch it. How nothing else in the world would be better than touching him there. My whole body was on fire, top to bottom. I was burning. It was all I could do to remember to breath. But I was so anxious too. My palms were sweating and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. He undid his belt and let it flop to the sides. He undid the button at top, unhooking it and pulling the zipper down. Hiking up his butt, he pulled his pants and boxers down, to this thighs, to his knees and letting them hit the floor. His legs were a mass of brown hair but the masterpiece was in the middle. It was the most wonderful, most amazing thing I had ever seen. He had such a mass of hair down there. And it was so big, I thought. Long and thick and veiny with a mushroom head. His big hairy balls. He undid his shirt and I could see his hairy chest. It was beautiful. The most beautiful thing in the world. A man, a grown man, with a throbbing erection. I swallowed hard and stared. I understood that it was now my turn. I undid my jeans as fast as I could, opening the fly, my boyhood pride straining at my white Fruit of the Looms, and I peeled them back and hiked up, peeling my tight jeans down and then yanking down my tighty whitey's. What did he see when he looked at me? I was stiff as steel. A dick not much bigger around than an adult forefinger and just as long. But my balls were getting along and I had a couple of straggles of hair, just at the base of my cock. I pulled off my T shirt and I sat there, my jeans on the ground, thin and undeveloped muscles but a lean and wiry body, and a hard dick standing straight up. I touched his dick. I put my hand around it. It was so hard. So incredibly stiff and rigid. It was like steel and covered in velvet. Thick enough that my hand had trouble getting around it. My eyes were big, I know they were. In sheer amazement. And then Mr Mack reached and cupped his hand over my dick and balls and I thought I was going to die. I closed my eyes and let the sensation flow over me, my hand on him, his on me. My own dick was throbbing "You know how to kiss?" he asked "Uh huh" I said. "French kiss?" "Um" I sputtered softly. I didn't. I really had no clue. "I'll show you" Open mouth kiss. Soul kiss. French kiss. Mouth on mouth, tongue and tongue. He held the back of my head and it took a minute for me to get over my surprise but then I really liked it. It felt good and my dick twitched some more. I stroked on his cock as we made out but I didn't do more because I was burning up. I was on fire. I wanted this. I wanted it all. I wanted him to teach me everything. To know it, to experience it, to live it, to enjoy it. He rubbed his hand on my wiry boy body. He towered over me by a half foot or more and had me by a hundred pounds. I was lithe and fast but I wasn't running away. I was so scared and nervous but I didn't want to run away. I wanted to keep doing this. "Stand up" he said. I stood in front of him, my jeans around my ankles. He put my dick in his mouth. "Oh my God" I muttered. There was nothing like it in the world. Nothing. Nothing to compare. Rub your dick and it feels good. He rubbed my dick and it felt good. But this? Nothing to compare. It was incredible. His lips over my skinny shaft. sucking as he did, sliding up my hard shaft, his tongue roughly rubbing it. I thought I could die happy now. Don't stop, though. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. He sucked on my growing balls and that was amazing too. Every nerve ending in my body was alive. I was alive in every second of it, lingering and living. I never wanted it to stop. He sucked my dick and reached under, beneath my legs and put a finger at my butthole and rubbed that. I couldn't breath. I couldn't think Don't stop. Don't stop More. More. More. I wanted it. His dick was hard, twitching. He stroked himself as he sucked me. He was as hard doing it as I was getting it. He was excited too. I was making him hard. He wanted me. He lusted after me. I felt like I was on top of the world. I was the king of the world. Everything was perfect. Burning. Hot. On fire. I couldn't breath. "Oh God" I moaned I felt an incredible pressure byilding up inside of me. LIke a volcano. Like a bomb. I wanted to explode. I needed to explode. MY brain is screaming for release. I am almost panicking. Don't stop. Don't stop. I fucked his face, my slender cock violating his mouth. He grabbed me by my round, hard butt cheeks and clamped on, pushing my cock into him, giving it a tongue bath. My brain was being flooded with sensation. I was barely able to hang on. No, not able I was giving way, sliding down. I am to die! I am going to die! Nothing can feel this good and not kill you. I am going to die! I need to explode. I need to shoot! My whole body became prickly, pins and needles sensation all over me. I was in a static electrical field. I was tingly all over. "Uhh" I let the grunt explode. It had to. A wave passed over me. I am submerged. Pleasure. Ecstasy. Sensation. Joy. It flooded over me. It was incredible. The best. Absolutely the best. My first orgasm. Panting hard, weak in the legs and now my dick was super sensitive. It almost hurt for him to do it. I pulled it out of his mouth, stood there, breathing hard, unable to speak. I loved him. I loved it. I loved everything about it. It was perfect. It was good. I wanted to do it again. Right then. Again. Again! More, more, more! "Did you cum?" he asked I nodded. I didn't exactly know what it meant but I must have. I was still rock hard, my dick still sticking nearly straght up. He put me on my knees and I put the head of his cock in my mouth. I sucked on it, rubbing my tongue around on it as he jacked himself. Rubbing his shaft furiously, I worked my tongue on the head of it. I was excited still. I wanted to be on my knees. I was a cocksucker. Looking at his dick, seeimg his balls swing back and forth as he jacked himself, smelling his funky, earthy smell, I knew I was cock lover. I was a faggot. I loved dick. "Goddamn" he panted. "You are so fucking sexy" I was surprised at the cursing because he was a teacher but I loved it. I was desired. I was an object of lust. My body excited someone else. He stroked himself and I sucked and licked, With a loud moan, he unloaded. My mouth filled with his cream as his dick twitched, two, three, four, five times. A thick, warm, salty glob of manhood on my tongue. I swallowed it. We dressed and I felt slightly embarassed. Mr Mack didn't say much but he rubbed my head and told me again how cute and sexy i was. We went to his car. "Um, Mr Mack?" I stuttered. "Um, nobody has to know we are finished with the project. I mean, it's three days until the history fair and nobody has to know I'm done. We can do that again tomorrow, if you want. I mean, we can do it again" "Is that what you want?" he asked "Yeah" I answered. More than anything was the truth. More than anything. I couldn't think about anything else. Not that night. I had dinner and tried to act normal but really couldn't. I told my parents about the castle, emphasizing that we weren't done with it and that I would have to stay after school the next day and the next. But I had trouble sleeping. My little cock was so hard and needed attention so badly. That was when I truly discovered masturbation. Thinking about what had happened, how great it was, how it was going to happen tomorrow and I stroked it. I stroked it until I made that tingly feeling come back again. I got the through the day. Even the gifted class, me and Mr Mack and the other kids, none of them knowing that Mr Mack was now my lover. I was looking forward to it all day, thinking about it all day, waiting anxiously for it. Our class was in a space behind the stage of the auditorium. It was way away from every thing else. Nobody would come there by accident. We were safe. But Mr Mack said that we would wait for the buses to leave and then we would go to his apartment. It would be better. In the car, I wanted him to speed. To get there. I wanted to start doing it. "You are so sexy, you know that?" Mr Mack said. "So sexy. I had trouble concentrating in class because I couldn't stop thinking about you naked" My dick was hard in my pants. Hard, hard, hard, hard. At his apartment, on his unmade bed, I was naked. He got up over me, his erection raging, his hard, lean and hairy body on mine, as we began to kiss and make out. I felt his weight on me, the feel of masculine hardness against me. I loved his leanness. His hairiness. I loved the maleness of him. we kissed, trading spit and using our tongues as both of us were steel hard. "I don't like girls at all" I said. "Neither do I" Mr Mack said. "Just boys" "Yeah, just boys" I said He touched every part of my small, hairless body. I loved his touch. Then he planted his lips on my dick, erect and eager. His mouth around it. His lips around it. The warmth of his mouth. His tongue. I gasped. It felt too good to be true. I had waited all day, impatiently, willing the clock foward to this minute. The thing I wanted more than anything was happening. I was buck ass naked, on a bed, the rough hands of a man rubbing me and my dick in his mouth. It was the best feeling in the world. The greatest thing. The greatest thing ever! I bucked up my hips. I push myself up as deep as I could in his mouth. It felt so good. So, so good. He was hard. His dick was thick and engorged, his body so incredibly hairy. A man. A real man. Pleasuring me. I gasped and groaned, biting my lower lip but then I smiled. Sex is so much fun! "Uhhhh" I groaned He came off my dick and, tugging at my balls, he looked at me with lust in his eyes. "You like that, huh?" "Uhhhh. Suck my dick" He reached over to the bedside table and put some cream on his hands. He got down in my crotch and took my rigid cock in his mouth. Then he reached a hand underneath my butt. He worked a finger up between the buttcheeks and started massaging my butthole. I didn't stop him. It felt good and he was righteous on my dick. I wanted it all. Sex was a new discovery for me. And after one time, I was hooked. If it was boysex, I wasn't shy about it. I wanted it. I wanted it all. He sucked my balls as rubbed and massaged my tight butthole. It felt too good. Then he put his finger in my ass. I gasped. My eyes were big. My dick twitched. He found my boy button, massaged my prostate and I thoguht I would die. His mouth on my cock and a finger in my ass. I thought I would die. My great, giant, overwhelming orgasmic wave bagan to build as he pushed all my buttons, pressed the pleasure points of my growing body. My breathing was irregular. I felt all kinds of urgency, all kinds of desire. It was greatest feeling possible. I almost couldn't stand it, it felt so good. He put a second finger in my ass and I thought I would die. "Uhhhh" I groaned. "Uhhh" My body got tense and I arched my back up as the wave of perfect pleasure began to break. I began to shiver and I clutched the sheets and whimpered as I felt it all run down and over me, an electrical feeling. I couldn't shoot. I wanted too but I couldn't. But I came. It was a powerful, overwhelming orgasm Afterwards, we kissed and touched and I stroked him, his big beautiful dick. He brought me off to a second orgasm. And I squatted over his cock, licking and sucking and stroking until I get to taste his cum a second time. The next day was a daze. I could literally think of nothing else. I needed to get laid. I wanted it more than anything. Trapped in the classroom with a dozen other hoodlums and him and unable to act on my desire, I waited impatiently for school to end. I was desperate to go back to his apartment with him, back to his bedroom. Then it came, my glorious hour. I couldn't wait to be naked, to see him naked. I was proud of my body, slender and underdeveloped and boy like, all but the balls and a little trace of pubic hair. But I was sexy to him. I turned him on. He lusted after me. And I lusted after him. His hairy body, his dick, his mouth. But this time, when his fingers entered my ass, it was with a purpose. "I want to fuck you" he said. "Okay" i answered On my hands and knees, my head down, back arched, my knees wide apart, Mr Mack was good about getting my tight, virginal ass in the best possible position. I was scared. I admit it. But I was willing. Maybe even eager but I was scared. Afraid. But I was also hard. Hard as a rock. Waiting. I feel the cold lube. Then a finger. And it feels good. He rubs my prostate and then he works a second finger in, prying me open. He finger bangs me that way and it felt good. It felt fine. I rub my small hard dick and the sensation flies to my brain as pure pleasure. "Ummmm" I moan. How can this feel so good? Then I feel his dick between my ass cheeks. His dick right at my tight asshole. Then, inside me. Goddamn! It hurt! Searing, ripping, awful pain. Intense, terrible pain. I collapsed on on the bed, flat, as he pushed himself fully inside me. And then he stopped, his weight on my slender, slight body, mashing me on to the bed. The searing, ripping pain eased off some but I felt really, really uncomfortable. And then as he moved, it was like I needed to pee. Then he slowly moved back and too inside of me, his fullness in me. I didn't know quite what I was feeling. All I can tell you is that it seemed like the rest of my body didn't matter. I was all ass. That sensation was me, all of me, the only part of me willing and able to feel. The rest of me was a cypher. Thne he started fucking me. Slowly. gently, easy. I needed to shit. I needed to pee. I don't like this. I wished it was over. That was what I thought but I said nothing, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I could hear his grunts. A little faster. A little harder. I wanted to say stop. This doesn't feel good at all. I'm too small. I'm too tight. You're too big. A little more. He pulled my up by grabbing my small body around the hips and got me off the bed. Mr Mack kept slowly and gently fucking me. I reach down and I tug at my hard dick. It was like setting off fireworks. I didn't need to shit. I didn't need to piss. I needed to cum. I needed to cum I needed to cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Oh, God, please let me cum! "Harder" I say He slapped on the ass, the pain stung and it only enhanced the tremendous overpowering pleasure I was feeling in my ass. "Harder" I cried. He got up and over me, pounding on my ass. Hard. Fast. And I wanted it. I wanted it all. Slap my asshole with a fine fat dick. God, it was perfect! Grunting, he fucked me hard as I gave way to my orgasm, powerful. It consumed me. I could feel nothing but my own pleasure, my own ecstasy and the sensation of a man pounding my tight hole, making me his bitch. And I wanted it now. I stroked myself furiously as the orgasm built and built and built and became so much that I knew I would pass out. Then when I thought I would totally fucking explode, one glob of a clear, sticky liquid shot out of my dick. And I felt perfect. And I edged along, plateauing in my orgasm as Mr Mack plowed me until, at last, he unloaded in my virgin ass. I was hooked. A bottom was born. The History Fair was Saturday and I won first place. I was thrilled. And it meant I got to go the state fair. But my parents were suspicious of Mr Mack's attentions toward me and there were no more after school sessions. He went to the state fair and i came in third. We did manage to have a couple more hurried rendezvous before I finished the 6th grade a month later. And then I turned 13. And an older boy in the neighborhood got me into the Boy Scouts. And the same boy got me into the Scoutmaster's bed. Me and Scoutmaster would be together for more than 2 years before we got caught. The counselor said "This doesn't mean you are gay" I looked at her. "I am gay. I love dick. I love men" And Mr Mack was the first one to get me off. I'm sure he's tagged other boys since. But I think he's jacked off to the memory of me plenty.