I was glad to sit next to my best mate. We had so much fun last year. I had turned just 13 and he was about 14. He had to repeat last year because he flunked for Math. I was very good at it and had helped him out with it for the last weeks. The last weeks were our first of a new school year. The weather was still very warm and sticky. But the windows let in a nice breeze which dried the pearling sweat on my face. The class was very big; we were about 40 students, all males. We had a uniform that consisted out of an emerald green blazer, a pink shirt with green tie, stiff ironed turquoise colored shorts, same color socks and black shoes. I had hoped to see our teacher from last year, but he left our school. He got married and moved to another town. I missed him, but that was greatly made up for by my friend's presence, who now put his hand on my knee. I woke up from my contemplation and asked:
-What?
-Nothing, he said, just happy that we are together and that you are my friend. I can rely on you, can't I?
-Yes, of course you can.
-Silence! The master said. What's going on with you two there? Why aren't you working on your equations?
-Sorry, sir, I answered.
Our teacher was quite young and new to this school, we had yet to find a nickname for him, but that wouldn't take long, I guessed. Matthew, my mate whispered something about `difficult'. I looked over his arm and saw he had it all messed up. God, he had a real problem with figures. He shoved his notebook to my side of the desk and I gave him mine. He smiled at me.
-Thanks, Anthony.
I looked in his eyes and saw how genuinely happy he was. I gave him a wink and set to correct his work. Our desk was heavy and quite broad, lots of children must have used it, for it was full of dried up chewing gum underneath the wooden board and on the steel frame. Matthew's hand was back on my knee, it felt nice. In the mean time he pretended to make his work. Gradually his hand moved up to the hem of my shorts. He had never done this before. A strange sensation took over from me, his hand descended to the inner side of my thigh. I had the urge to withdraw my leg, but I didn't. My throat got quite dry and I found it difficult to concentrate on his work. My entire body grew very hot and I began to shuffle on my chair from left to right. I was sweating a lot in my underpants, I could feel that. I looked up and saw the teacher looking at us; Matthew wasn't looking at him but at my shorts, to be precise, he was focused on my crotch. The teacher put down his glasses and conce
ntrated on our desk. Matthew was not aware of this when his fingers moved further up into the leg of my shorts. The teacher said nothing, he just watched us. Did he see anything? Could he? Instinctively I squeezed my thighs together. I didn't dare say anything to Matthew, because our teacher would hear it. I had to pretend nothing was going on, looking innocently at the teacher and back at my notebook, then at the ceiling as if I was thinking very hard. But Matthew's fingers had reached deep into my right leg of my shorts. Our shorts were not very well designed, they weren't tight or so, I guess for this hot climate they needed to be somewhat light and breezy. So, it wasn't much of a problem for Matthew to move into my shorts. As I squeezed my legs and said nothing, he looked up at me. In a normal situation I would have slapped him on his hand and pushed him away, but it wouldn't help either of us if I made a scene here in the class. Now his fingers were holding my private
parts and squeezing my lunda Mickey softly.
God, no one had ever done this to me, I hated and I liked it, I got confused, so confused I stopped thinking. His hand just sat there and held my balls in a warm grip. What was bound to happen happened. My landa got so hard.
-You like it? Matthew whispered. I didn't answer. -Do you like it? I do. He whispered louder.
The teacher got up from his seat and walked from his desk toward ours. Matthew withdrew his hand like lightening. The man who was our teacher was tall and thin. His shirt stuck to his skin, he wasn't wearing anything of a vest under it. I noticed his nipples stuck to his nylon shirt, which was white and because of the sweat nearly transparent. His light gray trousers' were extremely tight around his thighs and bottom; he looked very smart in it. His blond hair covered his brow in fine wisps just above his glasses. He had a cleft in his chin and some Elvis side burns which ended in thin points at his lower jawbone.
-Matthew and Anthony, you seem to have a lot to say to each other. What is going on here?
-Nothing sir, honestly, I said.
He walked along our desk and stopped at the middle of it, put his hands on the desk board and leaned over to us in such a way that he was looking over the desk right at our shorts.
It was dead quiet and everyone was listening.
-I saw your left arm move to the left side under the desk, Matthew. What were you doing?
-Nothing sir, really, Matthew, stammered.
-Try again, the teacher said.
While he concentrated on my mate, I had my attention on the teacher's trousers. I found them to be so beautiful and wondered how I would look in a pair. It had shiny brown buttons and special folds near the fly. The fly? Something definitely was going on there behind that fly. I realized that what was in there was coming alive. The fabric was showing off something hard, I could see that.
-You are a filthy boy, Matthew and a liar. Tell everybody here in the class what you were doing.
-I didn't do anything, sir, I swear to God.
-Don't you ever swear to God. Ok. I will take care of this later.
He told the class to finish their work and went back to his desk, form where he kept an eye on both of us. I was so glad the teacher didn't say anything in front of all our mates. But I knew he knew. I was dead scared.
The bell rang and everyone left. It was 5 pm. We were about to leave our desk when the teacher said: -You two stay here.
All 38 boys had left; some of us wished us good luck, they guessed we were in for a punishment. When all had gone the teacher locked the door and closed the windows and some curtains.
-Do you know I could call the police for you two?
-Police, sir? I asked.
-Yes, the police. For what you have done here at school is considered obscene and filthy. There are laws that can send boys like you two straight to a madhouse.
-But, I didn't do anything, sir, Matthews, insisted.
-Shut up, you liar, I saw what you did to Anthony.
-He didn't do anything sir, I lied. We had to get out of this situation, I thought, as soon as possible.
-Look, he said, today is my second week I have the evening shift with students staying back for bad behavior and I am very good at it. You can choose, either I call the cops, or I inform both your parents and the principal or...
-Or what sir?
-Or you admit what you have done and I will let you go
I looked at Matthew and he looked back at me;, we both shrugged our shoulders and Matthew said: -Yes, sir, you are right, I did something to Anthony. Can we go now?
-No, of course not. You have not said what you did.
-I am ashamed, sir, I can't tell you.
-Oh, you are ashamed, are you? And you want me to believe this is the first time you did such a thing? Gosh, you even blush and you too, Anthony? Is it that bad than? I tell you what, you don't need to tell me, just show it to me.
We both looked at him in unbelief. The teacher put his hands in his pockets, walked around us and repeated:
-Come on, I haven't got all day. Come over here and stand in that corner behind my desk.
I suppose he wanted us to do something that nobody would see. He took his chair and moved it away from the desk so we had more space to ourselves. We were partly hidden from the waist down by the enormous desk of his.
-Matthew, enough time lost, just do it, the teacher said from his teacher's chair.
Matthew's hand moved toward my shorts right leg and grabbed the hem of it. His fingers got in like he had done before and went for my balls. I stared at the teacher who had a serious grin on his face.
-That's better, my lad, go on, show me what you did.
Matthew looked over his shoulder at the teacher without losing his grip on my ball sac.
-Now, Anthony, what do you feel when he is doing that to you?
-Strange sir, strange really.
-Has he done this before?
-No sir.
-Do you like him?
-Yes, sir very much, he is my best friend.
-I see...and you Matthew, how do you feel doing this to your friend?
-I like it sir, it feels so soft and then he becomes hard and me too, I get hard.
-So what do you call this, boys? The things you are doing to each other?
-Sex, Matthew answered.
I was shocked, `because I didn't know this was considered sex. We had sex? Two boys had sex?
-And you Anthony? What is it for you, when someone fondles you?
-I dunno sir, you mean like in the movies?
-Yes, exactly.
-I guess it must be love then.
-What do they do in the movies, Anthony? Do you think they stand there just like that and keep their clothes on?
-No sir, I don't think so, they take them off.
-Well what are you waiting for?
Matthew and I didn`t know what to say anymore...what did he want us to do? Get stark naked?
-Matthew, he said, you can't get close enough to Anthony, can't you? So, I suggest you strip Anthony of his shorts.
-No, sir, you can't possibly mean this?
-Oh, I can...or do you prefer the madhouse?
Matthew didn't wait too long, he unbuckled my belt zipped open my fly and my shorts lay at my feet.
-Wow, hold on a minute, Matthew. You got some very sexy briefs there, Anthony. Don't you agree, Matthew? Is it what I see, a Spiderman on pink knickers?
Matthew nodded at him gleefully.
-Did you buy them, Anthony?
-No, my mum did, but she let me choose, I said apologetically.
-They look very neat, you know. I like Spiderman too, especially his tight outfit.
-My mum will buy me one for my birthday, I said.
-Great, now turn around a little, so I can see more figures on the back.
I slowly pivoted, while our teacher exclaimed: -Gosh, this is wonderful, they are the most beautiful and pretty knickers I´ve ever seen. Now tell me, Matthew, what did you have in mind about Anthony when you had your fingers up his lunda?
-I just wanted to feel it, sir, only that.
-Well you can, but do it in a lovely way. I will teach you both of how one makes love.
Roll them down his sexy knickers so you can see Anthony's glorious jewelry.
-Jewelry sir?
-Yes, what you had in your hands, aren't' they like the most wonderful jewels?
-Yes sir, they sure are, Mathew said. He smirked at me as if he was in control of the situation. Matthew crouched and flushed my knickers all the way to my ankles.There I stood in my nakedness. My Mickey hung limp with fear.
-Excellent, Matthew, you are just where you need to be. You have them dangling in front of you. What do you want do next?
-Rub his skin up and down, teacher, he said while looking over his shoulder waiting for approval.
I just stood there like a mannequin, not uttering one word. Matthew took my lunda in his hand and rolled my foreskin way back behind my lunda's head. It was a sensation, electric jolts were sent through my tummy and my lunda began to throb in his fingers every time he pulled the skin back.
-Now continue, Matthew. Take good care of your little sex friend
Matthew nodded eagerly.
-How do you feel, Anthony?
-Good sir, it is really wonderful, I heard myself say. I had no idea this kind of pleasure existed in my body.
-You see, you are learning a lot, and maybe Mathew is not good at math, but surely he is taking good care of you. Have you ever seen a sex movie, Anthony?
-No sir, never. I heard many things about it, but no...
-Did you ever play with yourself? While he said this he was stroking his fly.
-No sir.
-You have no desires toward Mathew?
-No sir, I never thought of him in that way.
-OK, but now you are standing naked before him and he is dressed. Anything you want to change now?
-Maybe, I heard myself stutter, maybe he h h he cc could take h h h his clothes off too?
-Yes, why not?
-Can I do it sir? I asked excitedly.
-Yes, go ahead, Matthew won't mind.
My hands trembled like thrilling leaves. Mathew sweated a lot. I go this shirt over his head, his vest...he had a broad chest for his age, and I hadn't realized he looked like a small athlete. The shorts didn't come off easy. Mathew was smiling and encouraging me.
-Come on. Don't be afraid, you can do it.
And I did do it. I let him step out of his shorts and he took off his socks. The last obstacle, were his knickers. They were holed and torn and smelling urine. But he had a tent in his knickers and I knew what I was going to see. I hesitated, I never done this before. In one go, I pulled them over his knees.
-Good, well done, Anthony, the teacher chuckled and clapped in his hands. Like a Jack in the box, Mathew's landa sprang out of the knickers standing upright like a mast. Around his lunda he had lots of hair, I had nothing there. Mathew, wasn't shy at all, he didn't cover himself there. He only smiled stupidly at me and at the teacher. Both of us had shed the last piece of clothing.
Mathew needn't to be told what do next. He had hold of my lunda without teacher telling him.
The pulling to and fro of my landa's skin made it very itchy and I couldn't resist heavy breathing. I felt I was going to explode. My head was so hot and so was my lunda.
-Matthew...
-Yes. Sir?
-Ask Anthony what he likes.
-What do you like, Anthony?
-I looked into Mathew's dark brown eyes; they were glittering and very alive.
-Do anything, I don't care, I said.
I didn't know what to ask in this game, I just wanted him to go on with it.
-Matthew, take his jewels into your mouth.
-What sir?
-Do it!
-But sir, I never...
-Do it, I tell you. First you lap his balls like e a puppy does and ...that's right, go on...lap it well...drool on it and move up to his lunda now.
I nearly passed out such was the joy I felt when Mathew got hi shad around my very stiff landa. I wanted to cry it out, but I couldn't, we didn't want to attract anybody's attention.
-Easy, easy, the teacher continued, easy now press your lips gently on his little head, it'll send him to heaven.
Teacher had his fly open and was rubbing his own big landa, something shining was leaking out of it...very transparent like a long thread of drool. But I had to concentrate on my own body, Matthew's mouth was very warm, he got deeper and deeper over my landa.
-Aaaghgh aagh!!!!! The teacher cried and squirted a very white liquid into the air. It landed on the floor.
-Stop Mathew, stop it and come over here. Lap it all up from the floor like a good doggy, it is very scrummy. But do it on all fours, like a good puppy, you hear?
Matthew didn't protest anymore and did what he was told.
-Now, both of you get dressed, hurry up, it is 6 pm, already. But without your knickers, I will take these back home, for me to sniff at when I think of you. Tell your parents that for the next week you'll have an extra hour of study with me for unruly behavior. Tomorrow, you will have your shorts on without knickers, and that's an order. Now go, and remember, I can still turn you in for obscene behavior in the class room.
I didn't know what to think of all this. Was he our friend or foe? I had learned quite a bit about sex, but love? As if he could read my mind, teacher said: -Tomorrow we have another lesson with you two; I will teach you what love is.
I felt naked without my lovely Spiderman knickers, how to tell my mum? Make up a lie of how somebody from my class had stolen it while doing gym? That would my first be lie to my mum.
All rights reserved.
For comments write to Aihufist@yahoo.com