later I rub his bum for him and then wank his cock with my left hand while attending to mine with the other!!! . Xxx . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . …All this is happening in class??????? I wasn’t beaten in class until I was 13. These ‘punishments’ were always carried out with our trousers and pants round our ankles! I can still hear his gasp as I slid inside him, and feel his thrusts back at me as I fucked him. Curiously, I was excited myself and actually discovered a damp patch in my pants when I went to the toilets (bogs!) at break to look at myself. There came one memorable afternoon when Barry, who had a much longer and thicker cock than mine asked me if I would mind clamping my thighs together and letting him push his erection between them to see what it might be like mto actually fuck someone.
