Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2011 13:59:15 -0800 (PST)
From: milo emit <miloemit@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Biology Teacher Another Scouting story

   I would like to relate an experience I had with a young Biology teacher.
It was my first year in High School and his first class.  His name was
Pete, a name we could use except in class.  I was 15 and he was in his
early 20's.  He didn't look any older than his students.  His father was a
the family Doctor of my best friend.

   When I started class I was one of three or four students he paid a lot
of attention to.  I looked to be the youngest, tall and skinny.  He was
always standing behind one of his favorites rubbing our shoulders or
leaning over explaining our work.  Thanks to him my grades in all class
came up to A's again.  I was a lost lonely boy needing attention and his
attention brought me back to caring again.  By the time I had reached High
School I was about to give up on everything.

    He was also a Scout Master and I had talked to him on Jamborees.  The
fall after I started school his troop and ours had a camp out together.
Our Scout Master couldn't stay the night so he was sort of in charge of
both Troops. That night he invited me and my best friend to his tent for
story telling which meant ghost stories.  Well my friend had other ideas so
it was just me going to the tent after dark.  It was a cool night but not
cold enough you couldn't still wear shorts and tee.  I only had my Scout
shorts on when I went bare footed to his tent.

    His tent was full of boys crowded together.  Pete turned on his light
motioning me to come over by him.  Another boy moved to give me space, his
underwear seemed to be out of place as he adjusted them when he moved.  I
noticed all the other boys only had underwear on.  When I laid down next to
Pete he snuggled close and laid the bed roll flap over us.  I noticed he
only wore underwear also.  He turned out the light explaining no lights was
allowed once the stories started.  The first stories were being told by the
scouts.  As the stories progressed, Pete started rubbing my stomach.  When
he reached my pants he started to undo the cloth belt scouts wore.  It
tinkled when he got it undone which sort of worried me others might know
what he was doing.  No one seemed to notice or care then I helped him
remove my pants. Now I laid cuddled to Pet with nothing but underwear like
him.

     His hand quickly moved from my chest to my underwear then under them.
He found me hard.  When he pulled me tightly to him I could feel his warm
smooth chest against my back and then he thrust forward slightly and his
hard dick came in contact with my butt crack.  I was in heaven.  My
favorite teacher was doing what I liked best.  I was afraid and excited all
at the same time.  Afraid because this was my teacher and excited because I
didn't want him to stop.  He continued to fondle my dick and balls.  Once
he move away and I thought he had stopped, but then he moved back next to
me and I could fell his hard dick better pushing against my butt crack.  I
think he had pulled his underwear down.

     The story ended and everyone wanted Pete to tell his story.  I guess
he could tell the scariest ones.  And could he.  Not long into the story he
was forcing my underwear down to my ankles.  When he pulled me to him he
lifted one of my legs and his hard long dick was in between my legs rubbing
against my balls.  I could hardly pay attention to his story.  It was
totally black in the tent.  The only sound was Pete talking.  Once in
awhile I would hear a giggle or a grunt like someone got punched in the
ribs.  Someone whispered take it easy.  I wondered what they meant. The
tent started to get really warm and smelled slightly like a locker room.
Once in awhile a scout would make a noise like he was afraid and several
other scouts giggled.

   At one point in the story Pete got really quite and you could feel the
tension in the tent waiting to hear what happened next.  All the boys
though they heard the monster Pete was telling about outside the tent.
Pete pulled away from me.  When he came back his hard dick was being pushed
in the crack of my skinny ass.  When it found it's mark Pete laid still and
wrapped his arms around me.  He whispered real close to my ear, first time.
I said yes. (I lied) He started talking again and at the same time applying
gentle pressure to my back side.  I could tell he had lubricated his dick.
As he told the story there was a hitch in his speech as his dick slipped
into me.  He was so gentle there was only pleasure as he penetrated.  His
talk was strained only adding to the suspense as he eased all the way into
me.

     I couldn't believe how good he was making me feel.  He wrapped his
slick fingers around my throbbing nearly six in dick and gently played with
me as he pushed and moved around in me till he was firmly in.  He continued
talking and sometimes take a long stroke then hold still.  Man he felt
good.  He made my whole body tingle.  He would ever so often stroke me a
few times then stop. I didn't think I would last long.  He put something
against my stomach in case I did explode.

    When he ended his second story it was time for everyone to head back to
their tents.  He made sure we were covered and turned on his flash light.
Right away I noticed some of the older boys were jerking their underwear
back into place before getting up from behind one of the younger
scouts. The young scout looked like his underwear was down in the back, but
I wasn't sure.  The tent smelled like butt holes and I wondered how may
other scouts were getting what I was getting.
 We even got a few knowing looks as they left.  Once the tent was empty,
Pete started seriously moving into me.  He ask if I like what we were doing
and I said yes.  He ask if he was too big for me and I said at first, but
it's OK now.  I really think he though it was my first time.  I felt him
tense and his breathing increased then he pushed deep only hunching
slightly as his dick swelled and throbbed in me.  I knew he had cum.  He
held me tight as his breathing came back to normal.  His dick never
softened much.

    We laid quietly and soon all the tents became quiet and all we could
hear was the night creatures in the woods around us. I hadn't cum yet and
was hoping he would make me cum soon.  Then a young scout I knew came in
and ask if he could join us.  It was a boy a year younger than I was.  I
been wanting in his pants for a long time.  He turned out his light as soon
as he entered.  Pete ask why he wasn't in his tent and he said he wanted to
see what we were doing.  Pete told him to come on in.  He knelled next to
me and his hand went under the bed roll right to my dick.  He felt all
around then giggled when he discovered Pete's dick was in me.  To end the
story this kid David started to play with me as Pete started to fuck me
again.  David laid down with his back to me.  He rubbed my dick all over
the crack of his ass.  I found his hard on and stroked if.  His dick was
really big for his age.  When we got together again the next summer he was
nearly seven inches and slender.

    He shot off quickly and I shot off in his butt crack just about the
time Pete was unloading in my ass again.  I was really worried what might
happen Monday when I went back to school, but things were normal between
us.  He would smile at me and wink a couple time.  I knew there would be
other time and there was one other time.  I read in the paper he retired
from teaching a few years back.  I wonder how many young boys he helped
during his carrier.  I'm sure I wasn't the only school boy he cared for and
made feel good.  He had to be really lucky and careful for times were
different in the 50's.

      I had one other teacher that I had fun with.  I was a senior and was
in his first class.  He looked younger than some of the boys.  Again I was
his favorite, but I only knew him the last semester of my school then it
was off to the service.  It was still enough time for us to spend a night
together during a weekend trip we took to Kentucky.


milo