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 In June of 1977 I was ten years old.  I was in Mrs.  Griffith's 4th grade
class at Floyd Elementary School.  I was big for my age, at 5'9 1/2" I was
as tall as some of the male teachers and taller than most of the female
teachers.  I had always been big for my age which had created a barrier
between me and my classmates.  I had begun to develop physically much
sooner than the rest of the kids and that isolated me from them even
further.  I was not interested in the things that they were.  I was a huge
Led Zeppelin fan and just two months before, my four oldest brothers had
taken me to a Zeppelin concert at the Pontiac Silverdome.  We were on the
field right next to the stage and I got a major contact buzz from the
marijuana smoke that hung on the field like fog.  I didn't know that I was
high but it was as if I suddenly understood the mysteries of the universe.
Nobody at school was even interested in hearing about it.  I was also into
the British Glam Rock of Slade, The Sweet and T-Rex.  In 1974 I had seen
Slade along with Robin Trower and 10cc.  at the Masonic Temple in Detroit
on my 7th birthday.  My classmates had not been impressed by that either.

   At recess the boys would re-enact scenes from the 6 Million Dollar Man
TV show but I was never asked to play unless they wanted to do the episode
where Steve Austin met Big Foot, of course they wanted me to play the
Sasquatch.  I refused.

   The girls would re-enact scenes from the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries
TV show.  I couldn't stand the Hardy Boys but I loved to watch Nancy Drew
(Pamela Sue Martin) as she ran around solving mysteries and showing off her
beautiful ass and camel toe in the tight pants that were in style and I
would fantasize about sticking my face in the crack of her ass and
breathing in the scent of her ass and pussy.  At ten I was already a
consummate ass-man, in fact I had been an ass-man for as long as I could
remember.  The Mini-skirt and micro mini were in style when I was just the
right size to be at eye level with all of the feminine charms that were on
display and at just the right age to be able to get away with looking and
touching without my motives being suspect.  I had always been interested in
and fascinated by girls and women.  I was the youngest in a family of nine
boys and no girls but I had girl cousins who doted on me and the teen girls
at our church were always hugging me so I would hug them back, with my arms
wrapped around their waists and my face buried in their cotton panty
covered ass cracks and crotches.  I loved the way that they smelled.

   We stopped going to church in 1972 and I missed the church girls but at
the same time we moved out of the city to a house on a lake so our cousins
would come over to go swimming a lot and I got to see them in their bathing
suits.  I always wanted to watch them changing their clothes but it never
happened.

   I had begun to develop sexually over the previous summer, growing pubic
hair and my penis had gotten larger almost overnight.  One day after
swimming in the lake I was changing out of my wet trunks and I decided to
lounge in the nude for awhile before getting dressed.

   We had an old army tent that we used for changing out of our wet clothes
instead of dripping water through the house.  It felt liberating to be
naked and soon I had an erection.  I sat on an army cot examining my newly
developed and still unfamiliar organ.  I had been measuring it and I knew
that it was just over 6 1/2" long but it had an upward bend like a banana
which concerned me greatly.

   I tried to straighten it but I couldn't.  I figured that it was bent
because I slept on my stomach and it must have happened when it was growing
in my sleep.  Overall I was pleased with it though.

   I didn't know how to masturbate yet and I didn't know what an orgasm
was. I had been getting erections all of my life and I liked how it felt
when I was hard.  As I examined my penis closely I noticed there were deep
ridges on the head that I had never noticed before and they became more
visible as my erection grew.  I was afraid that it had grown so fast that
the skin had split and I panicked.  First I had bent it by sleeping on it
and now the head was cracked!

   Later that night when I was alone with my Mom, I told her that I was
afraid that I had bent my penis by sleeping on it while it was growing and
that the head had cracks in it.  I showed it to her and it began getting
hard as soon as it was free of my pants.  she assured me that all was well,
it was normal for a penis to be bent in one direction or another but that
my bend was the best kind because it corresponded to the way that a woman
is shaped.  My penis throbbed and got even harder when she told me that. 
It felt like I was hard all the way to my ass hole.  She also told me that
the head of a man's penis has ridges that were not visible when he was boy.
I was enormously relieved by her reassurances.

   It felt kind of strange, but good having my Mom look at my erect penis
and I was reluctant to put it away.  It wouldn't go down and it was painful
when I tried to force it back into my jeans.  My Mom got a loose fitting
pair of shorts from my dresser and told me to put them on.  She staid in my
room while I changed.  When I took a hold of my penis to tuck it into the
shorts, my fingers brushed the tip and I could feel that it was wet and
slippery "What in the world..." I said as I looked at the clear slippery
substance on my fingers "I know that I didn't pee" I added.  Again, she
assured me that this too was normal and that it served a natural function
but she didn't think that I needed to know what that function was yet.

   4th Grade had been a difficult year for me and I was glad that the
school year was almost over, with just two days left to go.  I hated my
teacher.  She was a loud mouthed opinionated leftist bitch.  In the months
leading up to the November Presidential Election she had thoroughly
propagandized the class with talking points from Jimmy Carter's campaign.
My family had been rooting for Ronald Reagan in the Republican Primaries
and I was devastated when Gerald Ford got the nomination, even though I was
not solidly behind Ford in the General Election, I still took exception to
Mrs.  Griffith forcing her beliefs upon us and I argued with her as the
rest of the class would sit in stunned silence at my audacity to challenge
authority.  Looking back on it now I realize this was caused by the
testosterone that was flooding my body and this was the only venue that I
had to exert myself.

   My eight brothers were much older and stronger than I was and my dad had
been a Middleweight Boxer, Middleweights are small enough to be lightning
fast and big enough to hurt you bad, so I had no opportunity to indulge in
my testosterone fueled urge to assert my dominance at home.

   It was a warm and sunny day and I sat at my desk nursing a hard on and
gazing out the window.  I knew that the lake would still be too cold to go
swimming but I might take the boat out and go fishing after school.

   At that moment the teacher from the classroom next to ours came storming
into our class, mad as hell and made the announcement that some disgusting
person in our class had defecated on the floor of the unisex bathroom that
her class shared with ours and then she stormed out just as she had
entered. I saw Mrs.  Giddings, the custodian pushing her mop bucket past
our door and heard her scream "Oh my word!" a few moments later.  I thought
that was funny but I didn't show any signs of humor lest it be thought that
I was the culprit, which I was not.  I knew that it was this kid named
Kenneth Bodey who really was a disgusting person but I was not going to rat
on him.

   Mrs.  Griffith demanded to know who had done it and the class sat in
silence.  When no confession was forthcoming, Mrs.  Griffith announced that
for the remaining two days of school she would accompany anyone who needed
to use the restroom during class, but since she was a man hating feminist
bitch, she added that it would not be necessary for the girls to be
accompanied because girls were too intelligent to commit such an act.  My
rebellion kicked in and I asked her if it wouldn't be just as effective to
check the condition of the bathroom before someone went into it and then
again when they left it?  To which she replied that she intended to watch
us while we were going.

   One girl spoke up and asked Mrs.  Griffith "what if you see one of the
boy's things when you are in the bathroom with them?" She replied that
nobody had anything that she hadn't seen before, adding that at her house
they never bothered to shut the bathroom door and that it was not uncommon
for her, her husband, her teen age son or her 7 year old daughter to walk
into the bathroom while one of the others was in there.

   There was a collective gasp from the classroom just as the bell rang for
lunch.  I still had the remnants of my earlier hard on and I had to adjust
myself after standing up, I figured nobody would notice since they were all
preoccupied with lining up to go to the lunch room.  I was surprised that
Mrs.  Griffith was looking right at me and she said "Dennis, remember that
there is no recess for you after lunch.  Come directly back to the
classroom." The day before, my recess privileges had been revoked for the
remainder of the school year for calling some kid a morphendyke.  I didn't
know what a morphendyke was but it had really pissed off one of my brothers
when another brother called him that, so I filed it away in my repertoire
of insults.

   After lunch I found the door to the classroom locked.  Mrs.  Griffith
had not returned from the teacher's lounge yet.  My bladder was full so I
figured that I would use the restroom but that door was locked too.  I
knocked and there was no answer, then I remembered what Griffith had said
before lunch about nobody using the bathroom alone.  I cursed Kenneth Bodey
and imagined myself punching him in his frog like face.  I sighed heavily
and used my forehead to knock on the bathroom door three times.  Just then,
I heard keys being jingled behind me and I turned to see Mrs.  Griffith
holding her keys and she asked me if I needed to use the bathroom.  I said
"Yes please." hoping that if I was courteous, she would forget about coming
in with me.  It didn't work, she followed me into the small restroom. 
Since it was a unisex bathroom there was a urinal in addition to the one
toilet and of course a sink.  The prospect of urinating while being watched
felt awkward as I slowly approached the urinal.  Even though Mrs.  Griffith
stood behind me, I got up close to the urinal, almost in it.  I looked over
my shoulder at her and she said "don't fall in.  Trust me, you don't have
anything that will embarrass me." I stepped back a little ways and
unfastened my belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants instead of
just unzipping, before I took my penis out.  I felt awkward but as soon as
my penis hit the air it started to get hard.  I stood there for a few
moments trying to relax but I could not go.  My bladder was full and it
hurt but I could not let go.  I told her that I was having trouble and that
I had never gone pee in front of anyone before.

   She told me to relax and it would happen but after awhile when it had
not happened, she suggested that it might help if she turned on the faucet.
As she stepped up to the sink beside me, I grew fully erect and I was
standing far enough away from the urinal for her to see it clearly if she
looked.  I looked at her and I was surprised to see that she was looking at
it and not even pretending not to be.  Something deep in my stomach did a
flip as I grew even harder.  It was as if I could feel her eyes on my
penis, like it was being caressed.  The sound of the faucet actually did
help and I was able to release a partial stream before my penis flexed
involuntarily and stopped the stream again.  "There we go.." she said and I
actually felt proud that I had been able to pee a little in front of her. I
told her that the water helped but I still had more to go.

   Then she told me that the water was working for her too and I couldn't
believe it when she stepped around to the other side of me, and pulled down
her green polyester pants and sat on the toilet.  I saw a flash of her dark
brown bush, the first real live bush that I had ever seen, before as she
sat down.  She let go with a heavy stream that sounded like she was trying
to drill through the porcelain.  That sound triggered something in me and I
moaned as my bladder let loose with my own heavy stream of urine.  The
relief was exquisite.  I looked down at Mrs.  Griffith who's face was less
than a foot from my penis, looking at it with an expression of adoration on
her her face.

   My bladder was empty and I shook my penis a few times.  It felt good, so
I shook it again.  I didn't want to put it away.  I wanted my teacher to
keep looking at it.  I could see her bare thighs and the bare skin of the
side of her ass cheek.  The skin looked soft and smooth.  She reached over
to the toilet paper dispenser and pulled off a length of paper.

   This surprised me a little because I had only heard her pee and she
hadn't had time to do anything else.  She saw my confusion and explained
that women can't shake it dry like men so they have to wipe it.  I was
still shaking mine periodically.  I watched her fold the paper into a small
pad and then she turned sideways a little bit and spread her legs wide and
I saw her pussy as she patted it dry I moaned again and started shaking my
penis without stopping.  She dropped the paper into the bowl and then using
both of her hands, she spread her pussy open so I could see everything.  It
was pink and glistening wet.  Inside the lips I saw the entrance to her
vagina, it was small and round and I imagined what it would feel like to be
inside of it.  I was shaking myself vigorously now, and then I saw the
small pink entrance of her vagina contract and release.  My breath was
coming in short bursts and something was happening that I had never felt
before.  The feeling spread through my stomach and down my thighs.  I said
"S-something is...h-happening to...ME" my first ever blast of cum hit her
bare thigh and then she had her mouth over the head of my penis, and that
felt fantastic, as I continued to squirt.

   When the spasms finally stopped, I was breathing hard and it felt like I
might pass out.  She saw this and stood up, taking a hold of me and guiding
me down to sit on the toilet to recover.  I could see the thick white fluid
that I had shot onto her leg.  I didn't know what it was.  I pointed at it
and asked what it was.  She told me it was sperm and she wiped it from her
thigh with her finger and then licked it off.  "Is it good?" I asked.  She
told me that she liked it.

   I think she may have experience a moment of panic at that point and she
asked me if she could trust me not to tell anybody what had happened,
adding that a real man never tells stories about what he does with women.
She then had me stand up and go to the sink, she pulled my pants all the
way down and washed my penis in the sink with warm water.  It felt
wonderful.  I wanted to hug her, I felt that I might like to kiss her and I
wondered how it was that I never noticed before how attractive she was.