My homeroom teacher, Bo

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This is a story buried in my heart for over twenty years. A while ago, I had the opportunity to meet my junior high school homeroom teacher, and we reminisced about the past. I originally planned to keep this story buried forever, but after much internal struggle, I decided to write it down and share it with everyone here. There's no particular purpose; it's just a way to commemorate my teacher.

This happened in 2000. I was in my third year of junior high school in a small city (fourth or fifth tier). The story takes place around June, and I think the high school entrance exam was still in July back then. Let

me first introduce the protagonist, me, and my homeroom teacher, Bo. I developed well from a young age, and by my third year of junior high, I was already over 1.8 meters tall. Because I loved sports, I was already very muscular, and my penis was fully developed, bigger than most of my peers. We could compare them when we showered together—I believe most of you have had that experience. I had already watched porn back then, and my penis could get hard and turn reddish-purple.

And it felt even stronger than it is now (I wonder if any of you have had this experience).

Let me tell you about my homeroom teacher, Bo. She was in her early thirties then, recently married. Her husband was reportedly working on an aid project in Africa and was rarely home. My teacher was pretty, but not stunningly beautiful.

Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I thought she was very pretty. She was over 160cm tall, with fair skin and a well-proportioned figure, but her breasts truly lived up to her name—Bo—they were quite voluptuous. She was the object of my fantasies during class and also the object of my secret masturbation.

Her family seemed to be well-off; she paid attention to her appearance and grooming, which often fueled my fantasies. She was probably the dream goddess of many of my peers.

She was my homeroom teacher from the first year of junior high to the third, and we had a very good relationship. Because I was a bit mischievous and not the typical goody-two-shoes, she made me both class monitor and sports representative to keep the students in line—something many of you probably understand.

My grades were quite good. Although I was mischievous back then, my parents always had high expectations for me and were quite strict with my studies. There were no tutoring classes back then; I received tutoring at the homes of my school teachers. My overall grades were good, especially in science subjects, but my Chinese was always poor, particularly my essays, which always struggled to pass. This was probably related to my dislike of reading.

Bo was both my homeroom teacher and my Chinese teacher. She always gave me extra help and said that if I didn't get into a top high school because of my Chinese, she would feel bad for me. So she would always have me write essays separately and give me individual feedback and explanations. She

would usually give me three or four essays, which I would hand in to her. She would explain them to me when she had time, and sometimes I would go to her house alone on weekends. That's how the story started.

I remember it was a weekend. She asked me to come to her place at 3 a.m. After lunch, I had nothing to do, so I took my basketball and went to play. When it was time to go to her place at 3 p.m., I got so engrossed in playing that I completely forgot about it. When I looked at my watch, it was already 3:30 p.m., so I rushed over to find her. When I arrived, she was a little angry, saying I was playful and had no sense of time, etc. I just took it in. After criticizing me for a while, she took out my essay to explain it to me. That's when I noticed she was wearing a purple short dress. She said, "If you hadn't come, I was going out," because she had made plans to go shopping with her friends.

We sat at her coffee table, and she quickly explained things to me. We were sitting opposite each other; she was sitting on the sofa, and I was sitting on the floor opposite her. Then, by accident—absolutely by accident—I looked up and saw her underwear—white lace panties. I instantly got an erection. She had a lot of pubic hair, a dark clump. Of course, I couldn't see any labia or clitoris, but that was enough to make me fully erect. As I mentioned before, my penis developed early, so it was quite a large clump.

At that moment, I felt like I had discovered an incredibly precious treasure. My eyes were glued to her skirt, but I didn't dare stare for too long, only glancing around with my peripheral vision. Because my penis was erect, it was definitely uncomfortable in my underwear, so I had to adjust it with my hand. But after adjusting it a few times, Bo noticed and asked, "What are you doing there?

Are you even listening to me?" I grinned and said, "Nothing, nothing, I'm listening to you very attentively." She immediately became unhappy. "What are you holding?" I said, "Nothing." She sternly ordered me, "Get up! Stop grinning like that!" I knew I was so hard, how could I get up? I told her my legs were numb and I'd get up in a bit. When she heard my legs were numb, she didn't believe me and came over to touch my legs to see if they were really numb. As soon as she came over, she saw my crotch sticking out high. Her face instantly turned red, and she shouted at me, "What are you doing?"

Then

came a lecture, and I stood there like a child who had made a mistake, receiving the lecture without moving.

Finally, I explained, "I really didn't mean to, but it was uncontrollable. Teacher, you're so beautiful, I..."

After that, her anger seemed to subside, and she calmly explained to me that this was normal, and that I should distract myself and focus on my studies, etc.

I also told her that I'd been doing this frequently lately, and it bothered me, especially when we were alone. I couldn't help myself, and that I really liked her.

She actually laughed then, saying I was a little kid and didn't know what liking someone meant.

I said, "It's being happy when I see you, feeling anxious when I don't, caring about your attitude towards me, and wanting to show you my best side."

(Looking back, I'm amazed at my own words; if I had used that in my writing, I wouldn't need extra tutoring). Then she gave me another lecture, saying that what I did was wrong, that I would meet a better girlfriend in the future, that we were too old, and that by the time I grew up, she would be old, etc. I said, "I don't care, I just like you." Time seemed to

stand still, and we both fell silent.

After a while, I said, "Can I hug you?

I really like you, teacher."

She hesitated, and I said, "Just once."

She finally gave in to my nagging and said, "Just once."

At that moment, I felt like I'd received the greatest reward, no less joyful than being granted a pardon.

I stood up and hugged her face-to-face. She only made a token gesture, without any physical contact, just lightly placing her hands behind my back. However, I wasn't willing to waste such a good opportunity, so I pulled her tightly into my arms, pressing our bodies together tightly, letting her breasts press against my chest, inhaling her fragrance.

Of course, I hugged her for at least a few minutes. She even said, "Didn't you say just once?" I said, "As long as we don't separate, it counts as just once."

She called me a "rascal, not good."

Thinking about it now, it felt like a lover's playful teasing.

At that moment, I felt my penis become even harder,

pressing hard against her lower abdomen.

She blushed and told me, "It's hitting her, it makes her uncomfortable."

I said, "I can't help it, it's uncomfortable for me too, it's hard to get hard, but it's also very enjoyable."

I didn't know what to do either. She asked me, "Have you never used your hand to get it out?"

Of course I had, but I couldn't tell her, so I said, "Use my hand?

How do you do it with your hand?"

She told me, half-believing, that you can use your hand to get it out when it's really uncomfortable. I asked her how, because I didn't know. (Some people might think this is too melodramatic, but all works are based on real life).

She said: "You just use your hand to masturbate."

I pretended to be innocent and asked her again: "How do you masturbate, and where do you masturbate?"

She said it was about masturbating, and I asked her if she could teach me.

She didn't agree, saying she was my teacher.

I said that students should ask their teachers if they don't understand something, and teachers should teach their students without reservation!

She said, "I'm shameless, let me learn on my own." Of course, by this time she wasn't angry anymore, but more like she was trying to be cute.

I said, "Please, my beautiful and kind teacher sister, I really don't know how, and it's so painfully hard."

She couldn't stand my nagging and finally said, "You absolutely can't tell anyone," (I don't know if sharing this with everyone counts as telling someone).

She told me to take off my pants, and at that moment I realized I was shy. I was quite

shameless when I was being a rascal, so why am I being so coy about taking off my pants? Since I had just finished playing ball and was wearing sports pants, I decided to go all out and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, revealing my monstrous penis. The glans was already red and purple, and it was leaking a lot of fluid. She definitely had a shocked expression on her face; I still remember her expression to this day.

She said I was small but precocious, haha, strictly speaking, I should say small in stature but big in penis.

It's so big! I even told her that when I went to the shower with my friends, none of them were as big as mine, and I'd seen many adults whose penises weren't as big as mine.

She grabbed my big penis and started stroking it a few times, telling me to do it like this.

I said okay, teacher sister, it feels so good.

She told me to do it myself and to go to the bathroom to do it, saying she was embarrassed to watch. I didn't push my luck and said okay.

Then I went to the bathroom.

Of course, once inside, I didn't really masturbate; instead, I just enjoyed this unrealistic feeling. After a long time, she urged me from outside, "Aren't you done yet?"

I said it was still the same, and she said, "Come out." I obediently went out, and she said, "I'll help you, hurry up and get it done, she has an appointment to go shopping."

Then she started masturbating me, but after a long time, I still hadn't ejaculated. I told her it was very dry and the friction was a bit painful. She said I was making a lot of fuss. At this point, she touched the soap with her hand and started masturbating again, and it instantly felt much smoother. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I told her, "Teacher, I need to pee." She laughed and said, "Go ahead and pee, it's okay."

So I ejaculated, and a large amount of white fluid gushed out, spraying everywhere. She told me, "This isn't pee, it's semen," and then pushed me to the bathroom to wash my genitals.

I obediently did so.

When I came out, she was already sitting on the sofa and asked me how it felt.

I said it was incredibly good, especially when I peed, it felt light and airy, like I was about to fly.

She told me that this was masturbation, and although it felt good, I shouldn't do it too often, as it's harmful to my health; once a week at most.

I readily agreed, saying I would definitely do as she asked. She laughed, "What do you mean, 'do as I asked'? Who asked you to do that?"

I laughed stupidly too.

After tidying everything up, she kicked me out, warning me to focus on my studies and absolutely not to think about random things all day, especially not about her. Later I realized that was called fantasizing about her.

But the story doesn't end there; it's just a good beginning. I hope you enjoy my secret story with my teacher.

[The End]

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