Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2023 01:22:43 +0000 From: dequavius2 Subject: Wrestling lessons with Mr Finnigan - Part 1 Completely fabricated story, funny stuff with kids is NOT okay in ANY circumstance. Set in modern England, written in British English. Enjoy! At my school, every student is randomly selected an enrichment 'activity' for a one-hour lesson each week, like cooking, first aid, maybe language classes, something like that. This term, I got wrestling with Mr Finnegan. That bloke sends a fucking shiver down my spine cus he is one imposing fucker, 6'2" of furry ginger Irish beef, bald and bearded! He's one of the P.E. teachers and if he weren't there to scare me out of running off the games field, I would not be doing rugby every week. The other lads toss me around like a blanket in the wind. It doesn't help that I'm a scrawny little 15 year old, that's only just been visited by the puberty fairy. All I have to show for it is a tiny tuft of pubes above my cock and a 2" growth spurt from my already measly 5'2"; the rest of my body is begrudgingly hairless! I was in a bad mood all Thursday, cus I knew at the end of the day I was going to have to spend a whole hour with that human bear. I'd never spoken to him actually, just quivered in fear at the sight of him, but I can tell he's an angry sod. "Where's everyone else sir?" I'd just gotten into the entrance area of the sports hall, expecting a half-dozen or so of other boys for the wrestling. Maybe they're in the changing rooms? "There you are lad, Sam is it? Noone else has wrestling, I can only wrestle one person at a time!" Oh fuck. I thought I'd be paired with someone else! What if I get a fucking boner!! He could see the colour drain from my face as if I just watched my mother get struck by lightning. "It's alright, I won't kill ya! Here's your singlet. Wear your pants under it and bring a jock next time. Get changed in the changing rooms and meet me in the hall." He handed me a folded thing still in its plastic wrapping. I went into the changing rooms - empty, thank god - and slid into the singlet. I bloody fucking hope he doesn't notice I didn't wear any pants today. I walked into the hall and immediately noticed he was also in a singlet just like me. He was turned around laying the mat down and I could see the straps of his jock and even a patch of dark where his crack is! I hope my singlet isn't so fucking transparent. The ginger hair of his shoulders peeked out from either strap, and ran down the backs of his arms. God if he isn't one fine fucker. He turned around and a smile crept on his face. "Forget your pants Sam?" He started laughing! Was it really that obvious? To be fair, my cock was half hard from seeing my PE teacher in less clothes than normal. Anything got my cock going at this point! "Sorry sir, I didn't wear any to school today." "Come with me, I have a spare jock for you, you little show off." I felt myself blushing, and he put his hand on my exposed shoulder to lead me to the storage room. He went into the lost property and pulled out a rather evil looking jockstrap, which did look a bit tight. The second his hand touched my shoulder, I could feel that fizzing feeling go through me, and my cock got to full mast. I readjusted it on the way there to poke upwards but it still made a fucking tent. "I'll turn around, put this on." I slipped off the singlet. It felt naughty to be naked and hard at school behind a teacher, I wonder what he thought of the situation. I pulled my foreskin down and up quickly before I put the jock on, revelling in the situation. The jock was tight, but it fit my cock and balls nice and snug. I could feel it lift up my bum a bit too! Looking down at my bulge after putting the singlet back over it, things seemed to be less obvious. "All done sir." He turned around and looked me up and down briefly with a bit of a blush. "Great, come with me to the mat." As we walked out, I noticed there was a small mirror on the front wall. He must have seen my touch my cock behind him! I know my cheeks have turned a royal pink colour now, fuck! "You haven't done much wrestling before have you?" "A little bit, playing with my friends." "Okay, I want to see how good you are. Get on your knees and elbows on the mat to begin with." He stood behind me as I got into position, and then crouched over me. He got on his knees and elbows too, his groin just behind mine. He started to speak, quieter now. "I'll go easy on you as you're only a small lad. I want to see if you can get me off you and onto the ground like this. Got it?" "Yes sir, I'll try my best." There was a bit of silence, I didn't know when to start. "Go on then, haven't got all day." I took hold of his fuzzy arms either side of me and thrust myself up. He was obviously trying to help me out by not resisting, and he flew back until he found himself laying back on the mat, bent at the knees. I turned around to straddle him, pressing my weight on his groin and pinning him by his arms so we were face to face. He seemed calm, and moved his legs around so his calves weren't under his thighs, and his feet could be flat on the ground, bent at the knees. Doing this pushed his groin into me a little, which I enjoyed. "Good lad, I can see you're enjoying this." He said with a smirk. I looked down to see my cock had gotten so hard it had poked out of the jock pouch, and the head was now pressed against the singlet fabric, leaving a little wet spot of precum. I went flushed and didn't know what to say. "It's alright, it happens to a lot of lads." He lifted me up at the hips slightly, and then pressed me back down to feel his now stiff cock under the singlet. I was very flustered and didn't know what to say. "Even happens to me too." He looked at me with a slightly sterner face, and I stayed watching his eyes. We were effectively now in the cowgirl position. He moved me ever so slowly back and forth and back and forth over the length of his thick stiffy, and I moved my hands to the sides of his abdomen. "I think it's quite naughty Sam, wanking behind a teacher when he thinks he can't see." He continued to move me over his cock as he spoke. "I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again." He sat up, bringing his face close to mine. "I think it will happen again. Boys like you are repeat offenders. Do you get your cock out in all of your lessons, or is it just mine?" "I've never done it before sir, I promise." I was lying. My physics teacher, Mr Jefferson is a hunk of a man just like Mr Finnegan. Early fifties I think, salt and pepper beard, wide shoulders. When he rolls his sleeves up I can see the tufts of fur on his forearms, woof! Last term, I was so horny, I pulled my cock out my shorts for a little play. I was at the back of the class, and hearing his voice as I toyed with the end of foreskin made me so hard. I put it away when he turned around, and didn't get it out again but I was sure he didn't see. "I know you're lying boy. Mr Jefferson had something to say to me last term. Do you know what I'm talking about." I didn't think I could flush any more, but being caught in a lie, especially when riding this man's cock through a singlet, must have turned me tomato red. "Yes sir." He pulled me off of him and got up. "Come with me Sam." He took me to the changing rooms. "Get your kit off. Now." He had already seen everything, and I didn't want to piss him off more, so I did it. I stood there, naked, and with a stiffie in front of sir. He stepped a bit closer. "How do you think boys were punished when I was a lad?" "Corporal punishment sir." I said rather meekly. "Very good. What do you think is going to happen now, seeing as you obviously can't seem to put your cock away?" "Are you going to spank me sir?" A smirk creeped on his face. He didn't respond immediately, but sat down on a bench. "Bend over my lap." I crawled onto his lap, and I could feel my cock making his thigh wet. I could also feel a rather prominent bulge pressing into my tummy. He put his hand onto my bum and left it there for a moment before taking it away. "You will count each smack. Understand?" "Yes si-" *SMACK* I couldn't finish my response before he hit me square on the left cheek, leaving a proper sting. "One sir." I managed to reply with. *SMACK* "Two sir." This time on the right cheek. He kept going until he got to twenty, before he shoved me off quite forcefully onto the tile floor. My bum was red and tender now, and I crawled onto my knees as he stood up. "As part of your punishment, you will not be allowed to masturbate until the next time I see you here on Thursday. Understand?" "Yes sir." That will be easy to cheat! How could he tell if I've had a wank? "Get dressed and go home, it's the end of the day now." He bent down and gave me a kiss on the head that I wasn't expecting. It sent flutters through me. I hope he can be more like that next week.