I know that some of the stories that say “true” on this site are a little questionable; however, this story is 100% true and was something that I have been very reluctant to talk about.
I am now 40 and a lot more sexually open than my macho school days and even though I am not gay now, I wonder how things would have been different if I had my current attitudes about sexual exploration.
When I was seventeen I was a high school senior. I played football and even went on to play college football. A certain history teacher in our school was a slight built, feminine man, and always seemed to be very friendly. He was married and two kids so nobody made jokes about him being gay, or bisexual.
When we would talk at school he would always ask me about my hobbies outside of football and how I spent my weekend. Back then I loved to go bass fishing and would often sneak onto private property and fish from the shore. The teacher always seemed very interested and seemed to take mental notes. Looking back, I now know the reason for this.
A few months after the teacher had learned that I was interested in fishing he came to me and announced that he had a fishing boat and would love to take me some time. Not suspected anything, I told him that would be “awesome” and that I would love to go. I asked my parents, who never suspected anything, and then told the teacher “let’s go.” My parents never had enough money to buy a boat.
The teacher would offer to take me fishing at least twice a month and at first that was all he did. We had a great time and often caught many large mouth bass. Then one day he wanted to go to a different lake.
This lake was more secluded and had places where no boats, or people, could be seen anywhere. I remember that he said that I could drive and for me to “head that way.” The direction he pointed was all the way acrossthe lake.
As we drove out he did something that he had never done before. He put his hand on the inside of my thigh. I never gave it a second thought. To me it was no different than being touched by my brother. So, I offered no resistance and continued to drive the boat.
As we got more into the center of the lake the teacher moved his hand closer and closer to my cock. Now I was starting to wonder, but it seemed so odd I could not seem to muster up the courage to stop him.
That particular day was very hot and I had on baggy basketball shorts with normal brief style underwear, so there was not much between my growing cock and his probing hand.
There was no denying it now, his hand was fully on my 3/4 stiff dick, sensitively rubbing up and down. In disbelief I continued to drive the boat towards our destination. When we got there I had a raging hard on. His hand was still on my cock and to me he asked to odds question. He said, "Do you want me to do you.” I answered “no” and realizing the oddness of the situation I made and joke and said, “Anyway, you would have to do something better than that.”
After this things went as normal and we fished. It was a slow day and we did not catch very much, so the teacher offered me the back seat of the boat. This way he could operate the trolling motor from the front and I could fish. I sat with my back to him with my line in the water.
I guess at some point his lust became too much to bear. Not trying to be coy this time he turned the trolling motor off, immediately came up behind me and slide his hand inside my underwear. He fiddeled around for a second until he had my limp cock completely uncovered. He began to squeeze and probe my dick and as it got hard he stroked it up and down. While doing this he pressed his lips between my shoulder blades and breathed wetly on my back.
Now that I had a raging hard on he quickly stroked me up and down, not gripping too tightly since there was no lube. After about 5 minutes of this I shot my load all over my pants and his eager hand. He did not realize I had cum for a moment, since he was behind me. Again to my suprese he tried to make a joke, “Ha, Ha, I got you,” he said. I did not say anything.
Needless to say the fishing was over. Now that the teacher realized he had a submissive partner, fishing was the further thing from his mind. He used the excuse of going to another spot to lure me into the front seat again. The particular seats he had formed an A shape in the middle, so they could be unfolded to lay flat. As I moved forward he pushed the button to flatten the seat and pushed me down, not forcefully, but he was definitely being assertive.
I ended up on my stomach and he encouraged me to roll over. I resisted a little, but I think I was too in shock to put up much of a fight. If he had been a flamerI probably would have chucked his ass in the water and drive off, but he seemed more like a brother, or even a father, so my shock was complete.
As I rolled onto my back he pulled my pants down to my knees. I remember seeing him staring at me and the look he gave me was intense and lucky. He was so excited at my submission he seemed to be quivering.
He knew that kissing was out of the question so he immediately went to my stomach. He kissed me gently and licked my stomach with his tongue. He really did not need the foreplay because my 17 year old erection had lost none of its firmness.
Now he grabbed my cock again, but before he started sucking it he removed his glasses. Now he started by licking some of the cum from his hand job off my head. There was still some inside me, so he gently squeezed my shake and milked out the rest of what he came for.
Now he took the head of my cock into his mouth and sucked gently. He would oftenpull away and use his hand to jack me off, then go back down on me and suck harder and harder. After a couple of minutes of exploring and staring he was now giving me a full force blow job.
At first I would not look down because I could not believe this was happening. It was a lot like how rap victims say they are not in their body while being raped. Eventually I would look down and catch glimpses of my 7 inch cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He often looked in my direction to see if I was getting off, but I never made eye contact with him.
He had probably been sucking my dick for a good 10 minutes before I felt another orgasm starting to build. I began to squirm a little and I think the teacher sensed I was about to cum. He pulled his mouth off a little and just held his lips and tongue to the head of my cock while he jacked me off. About 20 seconds after he started this I shot a load all in his face. The first shot went into his tongue and lips, but as he moved my cock to the side some went up the side of his face and into his hair.
Now he eagerly sealed the head of my erupting cock with his mouth and drank down every last drop of cum, but he still did not move away from my naked body.
He did not look me in the eye, but I remember him saying, “That hardly seems fair, you had two and I have not had any.” I think he knew I was an unwilling participant, so he did not even consider me giving him a blow job. Instead he pulled my pants all the way off.
I knew what was coming so I started to stir, but more forcedly than any of the other times he held me in place. Looking back this is kind of comical since I could bench press 275 at age 17 and he looked like he weighed 150 pounds soaking wet. Yet, for some reason I let him have his way.
No big suprese that he just happened to have a first aid kit on the boat that had a jar of vaseline. He did not remove any of his clothes yet, but instead he popped the top of the vaseline and lubed his fingers. He knew what he was doing by not taking a break in the action since it would give me a chance to come to my senses.
He pushed my knees up and slowly rubbed around my asshole. Once he had the outside lubed he slip one finger inside. I remember thinking, “I hope I don’t have to go to the bathroom.” Fortunately, to save me further embarrassment I was clean. He was now forcedly finger fucking my ass with his index finger, which was soon joined by his middle finger. “Do you like that he asked.” I did not say anything.
Now he moved from his blow job post to an erect position on his knees. He probably wanted me doggy style, but since I was bigger than him he did not risk moving me. Instead he just lowered his shorts and underwear to expose his smallish cock. It was much smaller than mine and probably only 5 inches.
He put a finger back inside me and moved into position. His dick was hard as a rock and since he had prepped my ass with two fingers and a lot of vaseline he slip right in. I remember him sitting straight up and moving slow so he could see his cock going in and out of my ass. I was pretty thin back then, so I am sure he got a good view.
Not wanting to cum too quick he fucked me like this for about 20 minutes. Then he leaned into me and pressed against my legs, pinning me. Now he got a good rythm going. He fucked me hard for about 5 minutes before he pulled out and shot all over my ass and balls.
After he sat there for a minute with his cock in his hand he looked like he wanted more, but instead he wiped me clean with a towel and got dressed. As he did, I also slipped my pants back on.
As we drive in and as we drive home I said nothing. He never even told me not to tell anyone.
After this trip I never went fishing with him again and I have never had any homosexual encounters since. I never told anyone, but someone else did. He was quietly removed from his job and I think the family of another child reached a settlement without him going to jail. I am not sure of the details, but I know he never did time.
Did he rap me or not. I certainly had the power to stop him, but to be honest I sometimes fantasize about that day. Unlike some of the other rap victims I do not have any lingering effects and I am doing very well. I guess that I was well enough grounded in the rest of my life to endure something like this.
Anyway, this was a true story and it happened in Spring 1985.
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