Date: Thu, 2 Sep 2010 14:35:09 +0100
From: Anon
Subject: Memoirs of a teacher part 5

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Note: These memoirs are entirely fictional. None of the incidents described
ever took place. The characters in this story (including the teacher
himself) are all fictional. This story contains sexual content between an
adult male teacher and male pupils of normal school age. If you don't want
to read that sort of thing, please leave now.

Part 5 - Penis Envy

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Olly was a loud boy, often disruptive although rarely rude. He didn't seem
to be able to stop himself trying to make everyone laugh, no matter how
much trouble it got him into. After a week of lessons where his behaviour
was really poor, I decided to phone his parents.

I explained the problem. "To be honest, it seems as though he tries to make
up for being so short by being loud and funny. I think he worries other
kids don't take him seriously because of his height. And fifteen is a
difficult age for all kids. I'm just not sure how I can teach him, and all
the others in the class, given the way he behaves."

Olly's Dad more than understood. "I've seen it when he's with his mates -
he is playing the 'big man' because he tends to think of himself as a
'little boy' physically. It's not just his height that gives him that
impression, if you know what I mean."

"Erm..." I wasn't entirely sure what he was saying.

"He's rather immature sexually. Maybe two or three years behind some of his
classmates in that area."

"Ok, that makes sense. There's quite big insecurities going on in Olly's
head, and that would explain where some of it comes from. If he sees other
boys in the changing rooms he probably feels inferior. I guess it's also
possible that other kids have made fun a bit, but I don't suppose Olly
would say anything if they did."

"No, he wouldn't say anything I'm sure", he replied.

I was a little surprised by this conversation. I'd talked to parents who
blamed their kid's behaviour on all manner of things: the school, the
government, the weather, fizzy drinks, their kid's friends. But this was a
first. I had an idea that excited me. After all, Olly was a cute-looking
boy and while he might have the body of a twelve-year-old, that was fine -
I like twelve-year-olds!

"It sounds like an issue that's not about to go away any time soon. Is he
having any counselling about this?" I asked.

"Counselling? Do you think he'd actually talk to some stranger about this?"

"Well it needn't be a stranger. I'm fairly experienced in talking these
things through with kids", I lied. "I'd be very happy to sit down regularly
with Olly and help him work through his issues.

"Anything that might help, yes, sounds like a great idea, if you would be
willing."

"Now boys find it tricky to talk honestly about their genitals. In the past
I've found that much more progress can be made if we agree in advance to
ignore some of the rules governing working with this age-group. Obviously
I'm not going to force him to do anything he's not happy with, but in the
course of the meetings I may need to get him to show me his penis for
instance. It might help him deal with issues about what other people
think..."

"Yes, ok" Olly's Dad interrupted. "I'm happy for you to do whatever's best
for Olly. Let's hope that you can solve this and he can focus on his
schoolwork again."

"Absolutely. I'll see Olly after-school tomorrow then."

As we ended the conversation, my cock had swelled just thinking about what
might happen.

The next day dragged by as I anticipated my first one-to-one meeting with
Olly. Eventually the bell rang for the end of school and Olly arrived at my
room looking apprehensive. I closed and locked the door behind him and sat
him down.

We talked about his behaviour and he admitted he felt the need to act as
the 'big man'. When pushed, he said this was because he was short. The rest
of the first session was talking about how height doesn't really matter,
and that he wouldn't be short forever. After an hour I decided to call it a
day. We hadn't got to the heart of the issue, but he had seriously relaxed
since arriving and seemed a lot more open. I arranged for him to come at
the same time the next day.

In our second session I wanted him to talk about his dick. I took a
gamble. "I've noticed that your behaviour worst and loudest just after
you've had physical education. Why might that be?"

"I'm smaller than the other kids. I don't run as fast or throw as well" he
said.

"But there are loads of kids who aren't great at sports. What else is it
that makes you need to act big?" I gave him a few moments and could see he
had an answer he wouldn't share. "I have a hunch, but I don't want to put
words into your mouth. How are things in the changing rooms?"

"All the other boys have dicks that are bigger than mine. My dick is tiny
compared to theirs" he finally admitted.

"Well done for getting that out! There are three things for us to explore
here. Firstly, is it true that your dick is tiny? Secondly, will it always
be the case? Thirdly, if it is true, does it matter?"

"Ok. How do we do that?" he asked.

"Firstly, strip." His face was a picture of shock. "Listen, the door is
locked, I'm not going to be shocked by the size of your dick, what are you
worried about? If you can't be totally honest with me, and that means
showing me what you've got, then we can't make progress." Thankfully that
seemed to convince him to remove his clothes - he didn't seem to question
why I wanted him naked rather than just to get his penis out.

Olly was blond with hair to just above his shoulders. As he stripped I saw
to my delight that his upper body was indeed underdeveloped - no armpit
hair, skinny arms to match his skinny chest and stomach. As he took off his
trousers it was clear that his Dad was right - Olly wasn't just the height
of a twelve-year-old, but he had the body of a twelve-year-old. He
hesitated when it came to removing his boxer shorts, but I gave him an
encouraging nod and he pulled them off revealing a hairless crotch with
just a two-inch cut penis in front of tight undropped balls.

"Ok, talk me through what worries you," I said, not taking my eyes off this
beautiful boy who had just voluntarily stripped for me.

"Other boys have pubes, and they're not circumcised like me, and their just
bigger. Some of my them have fucked girls and they talk about it, but a
girl would never want this in them - it's tiny!"

"Right - there's no problem with not having pubic hair yet. It will grow in
time, but lots of people prefer sexual partners who are clean shaven down
there. Circumcision is simply not an issue to anyone who might want to have
sex with you. Some prefer one way, others the other, but the vast majority
don't care. In terms of size, how small do you imagine you are? Do you
think you're in the bottom 10%, the bottom 1%, what?"

"I reckon I've got to have the smallest cock in the year."

"Let's find out how likely that is." I talked him through penis
measurement, and got him to wank to an erection. It was a little short of
four inches. Once he'd got it up, I gave it a few wanks myself, supposedly
to make sure it way fully hard! His meat felt so tender between my
fingers. When he was really hard I could not only feel but also see it
throb in time with his elevated heart rate. I took a few attempts to
measure, taking my time getting the ruler perfectly lined up. This gave me
the chance to feel and cup his balls (they felt so good in their tight bag)
and play a little with the tip of his cock. He measured in at just short of
four inches. I showed him on a website that this was just about within the
'normal' range for his age.

"And you're not going to be four inches for ever you know" I reassured.

"How do you know? You're not a doctor" he said.

"I remember when my penis was almost exactly like yours." I failed to
mention that I was eleven at the time. "But I got pubes, and I got
bigger. Much bigger."

"Now you're just boasting!" Some of his humour that I saw so often in
lessons was beginning to surface.

So I took the opportunity to get my cock out. I got Olly to play with my
cock until I too was hard. He insisted on putting our cocks touching each
other to compare sizes. "Mine was just like yours once" I reminded him.

"Now for that third question. Does it matter that your dick isn't as big as
some people's?"

"No-one's going to be attracted to this?" Olly was certain of this point.

"How many people have had the opportunity to have a good look at you naked?
You know, recently." I knew where I was going by this point, and wanted to
see if I could get there without Olly ending the session.

"Only you" he admitted.

"Well then, I'm the only one who's had a chance to be attracted to your
dick. And I am very attracted. I would gladly suck you off. Or let you take
me. I don't know how anyone could not be attracted. Your whole body seems
pretty much perfect to me. The lack of pubes makes me harder for you, and
your cock is definitely big enough to please."

He was a little taken aback, but thought I was bluffing. "You don't really
want to suck on that. You're just saying it."

So I hungrily took his hard cock into my mouth and gave it the most
energetic treatment my tongue could manage. I had thought he might try to
pull out, but he didn't resist at all. Instead he started groaning a bit
and thrusting his crotch into my mouth harder and harder. Pretty quickly he
cummed, just a little mind, so I swallowed and licked him clean.

"That was very satisfying" I said. "Your dick works perfectly and I'd be
hungry for it again any day."

He didn't speak, just pulled on his clothes and ran out of my door. He came
back the next day though, and the week after that!