Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2018 09:42:27 -0600
From: Ty Anon <903gangsta@gmail.com>
Subject: "Molested" by my Teacher (Adult/Youth)

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(The following occurred in the early 90's; I was 11. Mr. E was in his late
30's or early 40's. I have previously written about my introduction into
sexual activity, which started when I was 6. By this time, I had lots of
experience, both with boys and girls my age and with grown men. This is one
of the times I think back to often--my go-to memory for masturbation.)

Mr. E was my math teacher. He was a good looking man of average height and
build, with salt-and-pepper hair. One day, near Christmas break, he asked
me to stay after class (which was the final period of the day for me.) I
obviously thought I was in trouble. Once the rest of the students had
cleared out, Mr. E closed the classroom door and pulled his office chair
next to my desk. He spoke gently, albeit nervously.

"Ty, I wanted to ask you a couple of questions," he began.

"Yes sir?"

"Well, I, uh," here he hesitated, "have a small group of friends and we get
together once a week to play cards."

"Uh huh," I responded, completely confused about why he would be talking to
me about this.

"One of them knows you," he said, in a quiet, confidential tone.

It was here that I began to put together what was happening, and I felt
fear rising from my belly. You see, for the past several years, beginning
when I was 8, my lover/babysitter, A.J., and I had been running a sort of
business together. A.J. had found a few of his friends who, like he, had a
fetish for young boys. After asking for and receiving my enthusiastic
approval, these friends would pay for time spent with me. At the time, we
earned $25 for my simply getting naked and allowing them to fondle me as
they masturbated; $50 earned the right to kiss me and put my penis in their
mouths--or watch me and my cousin, Kara, get naked and play with each
other. For $75, I gave blowjobs. And at $100, I would swallow their cum.
Initially, fucking me was off-limits, as I was afraid of those big cocks in
my ass. The story of how I lost my anal virginity, I'll save for another
time.

Now, since this was pre-internet, both A.J. and I were perfectly fine with
our clients filming these encounters with those big, old, on-the-shoulder
VHS camcorders. Yes, we knew the tapes could be dubbed, but we doubted our
clients would endanger themselves by doing so--plus, it would have ended
their ability to play with me. The tapes did circulate a bit, which is how
we found new clients, but to my knowledge, it was a relatively small group
of men who'd seen them.

I figured that Mr. E's poker buddy must have been a client, so I asked for
his name. Mr. E told me, and I knew who it was. He was a regular--one whose
loads I had eaten multiple times.

"Yes," I said, "I know him. We have a special friendship."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Mr. E said, as he placed his
right hand on my mid-thigh. I would like to have a special friendship with
you, too."

His hand so near my crotch, plus the fact that he was telling me he wanted
my body, made my prick instantly hard. It stuck out in my faded, thin blue
jeans. I gave a very small moan and nodded my head. His hand wandered up my
thigh, cupped my balls, and started rubbing his palm up and down my
erection.

As he felt me up, he said, "Now I don't have much money, but if you want to
do this, I will give you an A+ for the fall semester. If it works out,
maybe we can work out an arrangement for the spring, too."

I was not a strong student in math, probably had a D or possibly even an F
at that moment, and although I hadn't had a crush on Mr. E or anything, I
was incredibly flattered and turned on by the notion that he seemed to want
this so badly. Every kid probably has had thoughts of being with a teacher
at some point, so I nodded and told him that sounded great to me.

"Would you like to continue this at my house?" he asked. "It's only about 5
blocks away."

My little dick still pulsing, I quickly gathered my things, put them in my
backpack, and gleefully said "Let's go!"

At his house, we immediately went into his bedroom, which was very neat and
organized...even the bed was made perfectly. We all knew Mr. E was single,
and he had a 15 or 16 year old daughter who lived with her mother most of
the time. Judging by the picture he kept on his desk, she was extremely
fine (all us boys used to talk about how much we wanted to fuck her.) Mr. E
asked if there were any "rules" I had, and I told him that anything goes
except for him buttfucking me. Fingering, I said, was okay.

At this point, he dimmed the lights, went to his dresser, and pulled out
several items. At first, I couldn't see what they were, but as he returned
I noticed 4 long, soft-looking ropes and a very tiny pair of girl's
underwear. It was actually the first time I'd ever seen a thong in person.

"Ty, would you mind going into the bathroom and changing into these?" he
asked, handing me the panties. The material in the front felt very silky
and soft; I'm guessing now that it was something like spandex. I nodded and
headed for the bathroom, where I stripped and slipped the panties on. I
remember the sensation of the thong going up between my ass, and how
stretchy and soft the rest of the pair were. I was, admittedly, a little
nervous at this point--although I had been with countless people before, I
still felt that tinge of embarrassment at being seen naked (or, in this
case, wearing Mr E's daughter's panties!) Consequently, I was soft again,
but the thong showed all the detail of my small shaft and the rim of my
mushroom head--a feature that I've always had, to this day. It looks like a
fireman's helmet, honestly.

When I came back into the bedroom, Mr. E was wearing only a pair of boxer
briefs. They were gray. I could easily see that, unlike me, he was fully
hard and ready to go. It was also obvious that Mr. E had a fucking monster
cock. It was kind of leaning over to his left a bit, but I'd estimate it at
8 or 9 inches, and thick. It wasn't the longest dick I'd seen to that
point, but it was certainly the thickest. I remember thinking that I would
never, ever be able to fit something like that into my asshole--hell, I'd
turned down offers from people with much smaller members.

"Is...is this ok?" I asked, timidly, standing in the middle of the room in
nothing but a pair of thong panties. They had a striped pattern, though I
can't remember now if it was black and white or navy and white. Since I was
young, the front covered everything...my balls were small and tight, up
against my body. I had no pubic hair yet (late bloomer--not until the
summer before high school.)

"Mmmm, that's perfect," he cooed. Walking over to me, he put his hands on
my upper arms, then slid them slowly down by back, firmly grabbing my ass.
I put my hand on his huge dick, and felt it pulsate at the contact. I
probably could have put 3 or 4 fists around its entire length, though my
small hands would have been unable to close around its thickness. Turning,
he guided me by his hand on my ass towards the bed.

We didn't speak much from this point on, but he did ask me to lie down,
face up, in the middle of the bed, spread-eagle.

It was here that the ropes came into play.

I wasn't concerned, really, because LOTS of clients were into bondage. One
older man I served would regularly hogtie me, face down on his bed, with a
ball gag in my mouth while he fingered me and eventually came on my
asshole. It was his thing.

Mr. E probably knew this--I assume he had seen at least some of the tapes,
or at least had full knowledge of what his buddy did with me--and he very
quickly used the four ropes to tie my arms and legs to the head and
footboards of his bed, fully spread in an X. I usually enjoyed being bound
and used, so this in combination with the sight of his big dick easily made
me hard again. My small (probably 4 inches or so) prick strained against
the spandex. I was bound very tightly, although not painfully. The ropes
were taut; I couldn't move my arms or legs a centimeter.

Mr. E slid down his underwear, allowing his big member to spring out. It
was very straight, with a smaller head (smaller in diameter than the shaft
below it) and a tuft of black pubic hair, this being in the days before
shaving. He moved to the bed, on his knees, and placed the tip of his dick
at my lips. He was very worked up already, and a small orb of precum
extruded from the hole. I licked this with the very tip of my tongue, and a
string of the fluid hung between my tongue and his head, before I licked
again and removed the rest. He closed his eyes at this, and thrust himself
into my eager mouth. Being so huge, I could not take him very deep, and I
had to have my jaw completely open, but I did the best I could, using the
blade of my tongue on the underside of the head, where I knew it felt good,
and occasionally twirling my tongue around his cockhead. I had little range
of motion, so Mr. E used his hips to fuck my mouth. As I sucked him, he
began to produce more and more precum, which I drank down with vigor. To
this day, I love the taste and texture of precum--it's sweeter than the
semen of a grownup.

We locked eyes. I knew from experience that most men enjoy looking down and
seeing a willing blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy sucking their cocks. I was
giving him little "mmmms" and "nnnngs" as I did it. The whole time, he had
his hand on my crotch, very gently rubbing my head with his fingertips
through the panties. I was throbbing for him, thrusting my hips upwards for
more, but unable to move very much because of my restraints.

After a few minutes, he pulled his cock from my mouth and began slapping it
against my tongue and lips. I had sucked his head purple.

I expected him to want to suck me or go ahead and finish at this point, but
that wasn't to be. From under the bed, be produced a wand-style vibrator
(the type that plugs into the wall, has an intensity dial at the base, and
could theoretically be marketed as a 'back massager.')

He then stood beside the bed, turned on the vibrator, and, at its lowest
setting, held it to the very tip of my dick--again through the panties.

It was a sensation I'd never felt before. It was so good that it *hurt*. I
tried to raise my hips to get it to stop, but no matter what I did, Mr. E
kept the vibrator right on the tip of my head--at the slit. I was making
noises that I can't even begin to approximate with typing, and turning my
head to the left and right at the painful ecstasy of it. As he 'tortured'
me with the wand in one hand, he stroked that horse cock between his legs.
Eventually, I begged him...it was too much, and he moved the machine down
to the base of my dick. Since it had touched me, I'd felt like I could
instantly cum at any point, without warning, and when he put the wand down
lower, he twisted the dial and raised the intensity. He was dripping precum
again, and I told him I wanted to taste it. He obliged, wiping it from his
slit with a finger and sticking that into my mouth.

"Are you ready to cum?" he asked.

"God, Mr. E, yes, please, I'm MORE than ready!"

He positioned himself on the bed, on top of me, in a 69 position. Because
of our height difference, about all I could do was lick his balls and
asshole, which I did as best I could as he moved the vibrator back up my
penis. He placed the edge of the vibrator, still at full intensity, on my
frenulum, and instead of keeping it fairly gentle as he had before, this
time he applied downward pressure. I nearly screamed. The only sounds I
could really make were little "uh huhs" and "yeah...yeah...yeah." He rubbed
his prick on my body, and again I tried my best to rim him.

It didn't take long.

I felt the familiar feeling of my seed rising from the center of my body.
It felt very hot at the base of my cock, and I could feel my head swelling
and throbbing. Still, I was in the panties.

"I'm....gonna....c....." was all I could say, but Mr E. didn't change
anything.

My orgasm began. I could feel the tightness of the panties, the silky
feeling of them as the vibrator worked, as if there was contact on every
point of my glans at once. The first pulse of my thin, clear cum exploded
out--I could feel its heat all around the head. Mr. E kept the wand in
contact with my shaft, but lowered his head and began to suck my load
through the spandex. I don't know how much I came--probably not much, given
my age and history, but he kept gently sucking through the panties. My hips
were struggling to thrust towards him, but couldn't. I could feel the thong
rubbing against my asshole as it contracted with my orgasm.

When it seemed as though it was over, Mr. E finally pulled the panties
aside and stuck my cock in his mouth, licking all around and cleaning
whatever cum didn't make it through the material. I was so sensitive
post-orgasm that this, again, was like torture, and I had to clench my jaw
to be able to take it at all.

When he was done, he turned around, squatted down above my knees, and with
the panties pulled to the side and my prick still hard (remember those
days?!) he stroked himself for about 30 seconds before erupting on my cock,
balls, stomach, and chest. He shot a very large load, thick, white, and
creamy. I've always LOVED eating cum, so I asked him if I could have it. He
stood, removed the ropes that bound me, and told me that I could do what I
liked--eat it or simply go to the bathroom and wash it off. He was spent,
and no longer horny. I sat on the edge of the bed and used my fingers to
scoop up the gobs of his seed and suck them down. Once I got all I could, I
went into his washroom, used a wet rag on myself, and got dressed.

Mr. E drove me home, and told me that he'd really enjoyed our time
together. He said I more than earned my A+ for the semester. I thanked him
for giving me such pleasure and for letting me eat his cum, and went inside.

We did end up making arrangements for the spring.
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