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Growing UpPart 2 – School boyGeography was taught by a Master with a school wide reputation for punishing boys for almost any kind of wrong doing and being slippered by him meant standing up for the rest of the lesson because of the pain. His classroom had long, and quite high, benches instead of the usual desks and we sat on high chairs about 8 of us to a bench and all facing forward towards the blackboard. I sat on the back row with a boy on my left, who came from Blyth and whose name I can’t now recall, and he was up against the wall and with 6 others we made up the back row all aged 12 to 13.About 20 minutes into the double period I felt his right hand on my left thigh and few moments later, whilst I was writing up the stuff on the blackboard, he’d moved his hand to cup my crotch and was rubbing it up and down the front of my school trousers and was getting my penis quite hard with this unexpected and unwanted attention. I remember being scared as I hardly knew him, as he wasn’t in my group of school friends, and if the teacher saw anything then we would both physically hauled to the front and beaten with the teacher’s favourite weapon – the 3-foot board ruler. Detention would follow and parents brought in to discuss our expulsion.His right hand moved up to the top of the trousers and I felt my zip being illegal bahis pulled down and his hand now inside and cupping the front of my underpants whilst he rubbed my penis and felt its length through the material with his fingers. He must have quickly found the opening in my Y fronts as his hand touch my erect cock for the first time and I felt it pulled gently through the opening of both my underpants and trousers and there I was – my penis fully exposed underneath the bench in the middle of a lesson. The teacher carried on explaining the subject for the session whilst my neighbour slowly and rhythmically pulled my foreskin back and forwards and rubbed his fingers up and down my shaft. After a few minutes of this I could feel a pressure tension at the base of my penis and I thought I needed to pee really badly. With his fingers continuing to masturbate the top inch of my thin but now fully erect cock I couldn’t bear the pressure any longer and, for the first time in my young life, I came. There wasn’t a huge amount of sperm released in this first ejaculation but it went over his fingers and the front of my trousers and I both panicked and blushed beetroot red at the same time. He took his hand away whilst I put my still hard cock back into my trousers and pulled up the zip. I used my hanky to rub the illegal bahis siteleri front of my trousers and I think he did the same with his hand. I’m amazed that the boy of my right didn’t suspect anything at all and the lesson carried on as usual until the bell rang.We didn’t become huge friends after this but there were a quite few occasions after school lunch where he asked me if I wanted to go to the toilet block with him. As everyone else was either out in Tynemouth or playing in the yard we hardly ever saw anyone and we would go into an empty cubicle and close the door. He had me standing on the toilet seat whilst he undid my trousers and pulled these, with my underpants, down to my ankles whilst I held up my blazer, jumper and shirt with my arms so I became naked from my armpits to the top of my shoes with my erection standing up in front of him.He would cup my balls and slowly masturbate me, mostly with his hand but sometimes he would lean forward and take my penis in his mouth. He would always tease my foreskin back to its fullest extension, lean forward and kiss the tip, move his tongue up and down my shaft, then take me into his warm mouth whilst he held my testicles in the left hand. He would then wank me off with his right hand and I came quite a few times like this but never into canlı bahis siteleri his mouth itself. Only on a couple of occasions did someone else come into the block and we had to be quiet – but he always continued slowly paying with my penis whilst they were in the toilets.If we weren’t meeting together in the toilet block then it would be in an overgrown area just behind Tynemouth station. The shrubs and trees produced an area like a boy’s den where we could see out quite easily but it was very difficult to see in. The ground had no grass but the area was dry and he would ask me to lie down on it. Kneeling over me he would undo my trousers and pull down my zip whilst I tugged out my shirt and pulled it up to expose my tummy. Kneeling next to me he would lift up the top of my Y fronts and put his hand inside to rub my penis and gently squeeze my testicles. After some time he would ask me to raise my bottom so he could pull everything down and start masturbating me for real and until I came once more. There were quite of few occasions when I asked him to show me his penis and let me masturbate him but he always said no and all I can think of is that he had a medical issue, couldn’t yet get an erection or was just shy about exposing himself to me.As different friendship groups were formed or left to lapse we drifted apart and our sessions together stopped completely. I wonder where he is now or if he’s reading this and remembering being 12 or 13 and putting his hands inside my underwear at school? I do hope so.To be continued in Part 3 – The Headmaster.
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