Date: Sun, 3 Oct 2021 12:51:46 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Schoolboy Crush on Teacher (Gay/ Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/MM) Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/MM This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2021 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Schoolboy Crush on Teacher By Wolf I was raised by my divorced mother and was basically a momma's boy. We lived with her mother, so I didn't have any male role-models. Grandmother's home was in an old neighborhood. All of the neighbors were older widowed women. I didn't have any neighborhood boys to teach me how to play roughhouse games. When I started school, I was not comfortable playing baseball and football with the boys. I wasn't any good at them and wasn't picked to play anyway, so I played bounce the ball with the girls. I didn't fit in with either group, so, I was a loner and tended to spend my time drawing pictures. I didn't have a male teacher until I entered the seventh grade and was 12=years-old. Mr. Douglas was a very fit ex-Marine. Everything about him reflected that he was military trained. His posture was perfect and never slouched. His hair was still cut short. He always wore a shirt and tie and was in the habit of tucking the tie into his shirt to keep it out of the way. I developed a crush on him as quickly as all of the girls in the class. My desk was in the row next to the windows and in the last file, so there was only one student to my right. I was able to sit back there and doodle all I wanted as long as I hid my drawings from the guy on my right. I started drawing sketches of Mr. Doulas. He was very proud of his Scottish heritage and all anyone needed to do as was ask a question about something to do with the highland's history to get him to go into a long dissertation about Scottish history. I started sketching his face but soon was drawing him dressed in Marine dress blues. Then sketched him in a highland kilt. I progressed to having the kilt flared up and speculating about what his cock, balls and ass would look like. It was inevitable that I would get caught. One warm day I was drawing in my notebook and not paying attention to what was going on. I had been called upon to answer a question and had not resounded. Mr. Douglas had to raise his voice to get my attention. He came down the aisle and snatched my notebook from my hand and as he walked back to his desk he flipped through the pages of my drawings. He just cast a glance at me as he closed the notebook. At the last bell of the day Mr. Douglas simply said: Donald, I want to have a word with you and remain in your seat." My classmates gave me the look knowing that I was in trouble. I sat there knowing that he was going to punish me for drawing nasty pictures of him. As the last student exited and the door Mr. Douglas marched down the aisle with my notebook in hand. He sat at the desk to my right and opened my book and looked down at the drawings before he said anything. I was sweating waiting to receive a barrage of reprimands for my drawings. Mr. Douglas calmly said "Donald, I want to compliment you on your artistic talent. You are very talented, but I must say I am not that well hung." I blushed at the complement and criticism of the anatomy. I had based my drawing on my own cock and balls, only I had exaggerated them to monstress proportions. He pointed at the drawing of the cock and scrotum and asked: "Would you like to have a look at them?" I blushed like a little girl and was powerless to vocalize my desire to see what his cock looked like. I simply nodded my head. Mr. Douglas unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock and scrotum out of his underwear. He was circumcised like my own cock but his cock had very defined blood vanes that made a crooked course up his cock to the scar left as a result of the circumcision. The head was a purple looking helmet with a fatty ring around starting just below the opening. It was large enough to impress me though. His scrotum was like a loose skin sack with two pigeon egg-sized testicleless encased in the scraggly hairy sack. He wrapped his right hand around the shaft and pulled on it a few times to make it hard, and reached over and placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head across the space to his lap. His crotch had a strong manly smell as a result of being confined in clothing for possibly ten hours. When I licked the head, it had a velvety feel and I pressed the tip of my tongue into the tiny hole until he moaned in discomfort. He pulled my head down until I took all of the shaft into my mouth and I gagged when the head was forced into my throat and my nose was pressed against his dark brown pubic hair. He fucked my mouth until he squirted several gobs of white cum into my mouth. He held my head down until I swallowed most of his cum. When he allowed me to lift my head, I saw his wet cock and the white stuff matting down his pubic hair. Mr. Douglas asked: "Are you alright with what just took place?" "Yes, sir." "If you don't tell anyone about what took place I might teach you about more things that we can do." I gathered up my notebook and stuffed it into my book pack as he put his cock back on his pants. I had a lot to think about until I came back to school the next day. I played with myself until the early morning hours and had four orgasms thinking about the taste of his cock. During that day you would never suspect that there had been anything that took place between us, the way he almost ignored me. He only acknowledgment took place as I took my time gathering up my stuff and slowly made my way to the door. He asked me: "Donald, would you be interested in spending Saturday with me?" My pulse raced and I said: "I would love that." "Tell your mother that you are going to spend the day at the library studying." Saturday didn't come quick enough for me. I spent my nights masturbating until my penis was swollen and tender to the touch. I had to stop playing with myself for a couple of days. Saturday morning, I made my way to the home of my teacher. Mr. Douglas met me at the door and for the first time I saw him in casual clothes. He seemed so much more approachable wearing loose fitting lightweight linen trousers, a simple pullover polo knit shirt, and comfortable loafers. I could feel the bulge in his trousers when he hugged me. He told me that since I had an interest in art, I have some artwork you might find entertaining. He took me into his office room and had me sit in his chair while he leaned over me and turned on his computer. And opened a file folder entitled Basic Training for Devil Pups. It opens with a bunch of young teenaged boys arriving at a boot camp. They were an unruly bunch of boys with long hair and smoking. They looked like delinquents. In comes a big square jawed drill sergeant in a dress green uniform. When he barked "ATTENTION" it scarred the shit out of the boys. They were marched into a barber shop and were all given a very close buzz cuts. They all looked like innocent babies after the haircut. Then they were all marched into a room where they were commanded to strip and subjected to a physical that included the test for a hernia and their pricks were pulled long enough to produce a boner. Then they were bent over and given a finger wave until their cocks squirted cum. Then they were given regulation underwear, a hexagon field cover, fatigues, socks and boots. Then they were taken out and marched and did physical exercise until they were sweaty and exhausted. After they were led to the showers where they were ordered to strip again and told to wash each other's backs. The rest of the movie was the drill instructor making the boys suck cock and fucking them in the ass. I was both amazed, thrilled and frightened by what I saw. I asked Mr. Douglas, is that real? Can men actually fuck boys? Mr. Douglas told me that when we are alone you can call me Jamy. Of course, I can assure you that what you saw was real. If you liked what we did last week there are a lot of things you will learn if you want to keep visiting me. He really didn't need to tell me not to talk about what went on between us because I was well aware that what we did was considered perverse. I had been caught masturbating by my mother and grandmother many times and properly punished for my activity. They accused me of being a nasty little pervert. I sure was not going to tell them about wanting to have sex with my teacher. While we watched the videos, he undressed me and himself. While I was captivated by the action on the screen Jamy leaned over and sucked my cock until I squirted cum into his mouth. Then Jamy picked me up and placed me straddle of his hips and aligned his cock with my little pink asshole. He allowed me to lower myself down onto his cock at my own pace. I took my time pausing whenever I felt pain. I was thrilled at the feeling of his cock-up my ass. When I was comfortable siting on his lap, he humped his hips up and down fucking me until he came in my ass. I hated having to get dressed and return home. During an open house at school Jamy met my mother and grandmother. He made a great impression on them. He told them about my artistic ability and suggested that I should study with a professional artist. They were properly impressed with his advice and they agreed to allow me to study under a tutor friend of Mr. Douglas. The school district had three years for junior high and three years for high school. I was having sex with Nr. Douglas almost daily until I graduated from junior high. We spent the last summer together at the lake cabin of a friend. When we got home, he introduced me to the art teacher at the high school at his home. Jamy was welcomed by the friend with a hug and a kiss on the mouth. When we were introduced as Bill Osborn, would be my art teacher starting next year. He also welcomed me with a hug and a kiss on the mouth that lingered a little too long. It made me nervous to be kissed like that in front of Jamy. Bill was probably in his early forties, a nice-looking man that liked to play tennis to keep in shape. The two of them undressed me and I found out what spit roasting was. Jamy fucked my mouth while Bill fucked my ass. During the next three years I was introduced to the gay community withing the art world. I had sex with any number of men and boys. When I left home for college, I was openly gay. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com