I had an interesting experience as a middle school teacher back in the '70s.
One Friday afternoon, I was showing the last class of the day a geography movie. I had the curtains closed and lights off so the room was fairly dark. As I was seated at my desk at the rear of classroom, I noticed one of the 13 year old boys at the back corner desk squirming about in his chair.
I could also see that his right hand was moving up and down. Immediately I realized that he had unzipped his fly, pulled out his penis and was furiously masturbating. He wasn't aware that I could see him and the desk hid his actions from the other students in the room. I thought momentarily about quietly going over and putting a halt to his "happy time" but then I thought back to my own teenage years and decided to let him continue. In about 2 or 3 minutes, he straightened up in his chair and leaned forward. His hand movement slowed down and his body shook slightly. I could see a small squirt of liquid shoot out and land on the floor under the desk. He leaned back on chair, took a Kleenex from inside his desk, wiped off his hand, slipped it back into the desk and zipped up his fly.
As the movie ended, the end-of-day bell rang, the lights were turned on and the students filed out of the classroom. Once all the pupils had left, I closed the door, walked to the desk at the back of the room. Looking under the desk, I could clearly see several shiny little puddles of fresh teen semen. Reaching into the desk, I retrieved the damp Kleenex and used it to mop up the evidence on the floor. I slipped the Kleenex into my pocket as a souvenir.
A month later, the boy in question transferred to another school.
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ReplyDeleteI know when I was that age, hundreds of times I'd be squeezing my boner in class thru my pants, wishing I could take it out and wank it. I remember twice in 7th grade, when the lights were turned off in a similar situation I did take my boner out and play with it. but never feeling safe enough to actually wank it and make it cum. I just sort of hid my bare penis inside my hand, and rubbed and squeezed the bare warm thing. It felt SO good to do that!
ReplyDeleteI would "take it out" sometimes when it was stiff, just to give it a little freedom or maybe to enjoy the risk. Not to jack it, just the idea that it was bare. I did that several times while riding the bus. The most dangerous place I ever did it was while sitting in a booth in the foreign language lab. I made sure there was no danger of being seen, yet having it "out" while it was hard was very satisfying, sort of a private joke of mine.
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