Mickie ran to his room. It had happened in the school bathroom and all the thought about all afternoon was trying it again.
He knew that sooner or later it would occur. Despite the leg hair, the armpit hair and the small patch of curly hair above his boy penis, it hadn't happened before that day.
And he tried, so often his arm hurt and his sensitive penis skin remained red from his efforts.
Mr. Dodger was tall, obviously athletic and despite his obvious active body, smart. His black glasses declared that before he even talked.
Mickie's eyes often landed on the man's dress pants. The bulge down one leg revealed his had a healthy amount of maleness there.
Late night searching of the Internet further told Mickie the man was hung. The thoughts of it stimulated a constant growth.
Of course he was smart. The Trig classes required that. And Mickie was vaulted into it with much older classmates. At first they stared at his small frame and boyish face. Then sarcastic comments came. He couldn't help showing them up, he too was smart.
"Hey kid" Kellner cornered him by the locker Mickie had often been jammed inside, especially that year.
"Tell you what, I uh need some tutor, help stuff. You know this crap and I need to get it down so I can get into college." Kellner tried to appear bold hiding his self consciousness.
"Can't pay but Dodger said he'd give you extra credit or maybe I can teach you something" the older boy said.
Mickie knew the boy. His eyes had landed on him now and then in class and his penis would spring up revealing his admiration.
"I can use some muscles I guess" Mickie said "you know weights and stuff, you look like you do that" his eyes were admiring Kellner's rounded shoulders and bulging chest.
"Sure thing kid, tutor me and I'll have you beefed up in no time" Kellner's hand rested on Mickie's shoulder and squeezed. "And maybe I can teach you some other things too and don't worry about those clowns, I'll make sure they leave you alone from now on" the final squeeze as he nodded towards the locker that had entombed Mickie in the past.
Mickie couldn't turn away from the wall. The tented jeans would give him away. The bell rang and the hall emptied. He moved to the bathroom and into a stall.
The cock ached. He grabbed it. There were stories of kids being kicked out for being caught doing what he was about to do. But Mickie couldn't help it.
He opened his shirt and dropped his trousers. It was curved and throbbing. His hand ignored the always red from rubbing skin and jacked fast..so fast he almost fell off the toilet.
The gasps and curses his throat muttered would reveal to anyone else in the bathroom what he was doing. But fortunately nobody else was there, yet. He pumped harder for fear of being discovered, even though he knew no sperm would spit out as in the past.
Mickie got out of control. He saw Mr. Dodger he saw Kellner in his gym shorts, the white furry thighs and strong hands. He felt the boys hands on his shoulder again squeezing.
He saw his Trig teacher's penis that made an obvious line down on leg of his dress pants. Mickie didn't care..he needed relief.
And to his delight his body erupted for the first time leaving wet spots on his trousers and bare skin.
He sat there catching his breath for what seemed like hours, though he was only ten minutes late for his next class.
"You ok Mickie?" the deep voice asked him when he tried to sneak into class.
"Uh yes Sir, bathroom" he muttered fearing he'd be sent to the front office.
Instead Mr. Dodger said "fine sit, we're discussing....."
He sat in his desk and looked toward his teacher. The words were pouring out of the man's mouth but Mickie didn't hear them. He felt the knot in his gut and the memory of the sensation of his first orgasm practically made his brain numb.
Then he saw the smile and a wink. Mr. Dodger knew, the thought, somehow he knew. And his penis got hard again.
He ran all the way to the house, ignoring the bus he usually rode the short distance.
"I'm home" he yelled out knowing his father was working in his home office.
The bed invited and his penis begged. Mickie was soon naked intent on enjoying the sensation again.
Ignoring anything else he jacked, closing his eyes, recalling that day, Kellner, Dodger, the orgasm, everything.
And it happened again, not as violent as earlier but it exploded leaving him exhausted on the bed with a wet hand and sperm covered body.
"Congratulations" His father said
Mickie opened his eyes, not sure what to do. He looked for his underwear to cover himself up.
"Relax son, we all do it. Your brothers, me, hell your classmates, teachers and every man you see on the street. It's fun, just don't do whack off ALL the time and ignore your studies" the man chuckled leaving the room.
"Dad" he called out and the man turned.
"Gotta go over to a guys house after school tomorrow, got to tutor him on Trig" he said wanting to assure his father he was still smart, not just a whack off.
"Proud of you son, for that and for what you just did" the man smiled.
Mickie lay back waiting to do it again and wondering what things Kellner said he could teach him.
Life had begun in earnest.