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Earthquake

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by Andrew The more I think about this story the more bizarre it seems, yet it is all true. It happened thirty years ago in the early 70s when I was 25 and teaching in Birmingham. I had married soon after completing my University course and my wife and I were the proud parents of a young daughter. The school was a new one following wholesale changes in the city's educational system and the class I was given as a form teacher was composed of 15 year-old boys and girls who had never been taught together as a class before. Four or five schools had been closed down to create the new one and the kids in my form, whom I also taught for English, had to settle down to a brand new school after major disruption at a difficult time in their education. They came from solid working class homes and had all chosen to stay on an extra year in search of qualifications which would guarantee them a better job than if they left school at 15, so they were intent on making progress but felt vulnerable in the new set-up. Maybe that's why - if they lived closed to the school and didn't need to catch the school bus to get home - they sometimes used to stay behind after school to talk with me. I took an interest in them, partly because they were officially in my care but also because of their disrupted schooling. Lessons with them went well. They expected me to be firm and fair but to have a sense of humour too. They enjoyed a good laugh. For many of them "messing around" as they called it, was good fun, even if it meant just meeting at street corners in the evenings. Nobody messed around together more than Kevin and Harry. They had been friends at their previous school and they went everywhere together. Kevin lived close to the school and they used to go off to his house at the end of the day where they would do their homework together before Harry caught a bus back to his home. I met both sets of parents at Parents Evenings. Kevin's mother was like her son - big, bouncy and cheerful, but also rather na�ve and trusting. She seemed determined Kevin should make the most of his new educational opportunity. Her husband was a fitter at a local factory, smaller than his wife and not as talkative. Harry's father was different : he was a self-employed plumber with more "savvy" than Kevin's parents. He clearly wore the pants at home and did the talking when he met me as his son's English teacher. His ambition was for his Harry to do better in life than he had done himself. Both lads were mischievous and had a lot of fun, but they also worked hard, and with some ability. Harry was more sensitive and reflective than Kevin, who was more likely to take the lead but also to come a cropper. As I said, despite his size (he was much the taller of the two) he was rather na�ve and cheerfully accepted life as it came. It was Harry who did the thinking and the planning of their escapades. Their friendship was so close that both staff and other pupils remarked on it and things must have been teased by their mates because one day after school the pair of them stayed behind at the end of school to talk to me, complaining that people were saying that they must be "queer". It was obvious to me that they hadn't a clue what this meant other than it was a term of scorn and distaste. Myself I was "straight" but as an adolescent I had "messed around" with one or two other boys, wanking off with them, and I had continued to wank about two times a week right up to the time of my marriage. I thought of it as normal, harmless adolescent behaviour and advised them that as they weren't doing anything wrong, they should simply ignore what others said and get on with their lives. Not long after this I took my form to a television programme which was being made in the TV studios in the centre of town. We caught the bus as the cheapest way of getting there and Harry sat beside me as we were driven into town. Without any embarrassment he told me that he had been recently circumcised and that it had been painful and unpleasant, especially having to pee while the wounds were healing. I could well imagine that ! I remembered that Louis XVI, the King of France who was guillotined by the Revolutionaries and who was married to Marie Antoinette, was unable to have children for the first few years of his marriage because of the tightness of his foreskin. When he got an erection it was so painful he couldn't perform. This suggested to me that he had never masturbated (royally) either ! Funny conversation to have with a pupil on a public bus, but that's what those two were like ! Towards the end of the summer term each member of my form had to give a short talk to the class on a subject of her or his choosing. Some of the girls brought in their household pets and talked about how to care for them. The class enjoyed these talks, helping to mark them, and they took up several weeks of lessons. I don't remember what Harry talked about but Kevin decided to talk about earthquakes and did quite a lot of research on the topic in the school library. For a tall, well-built boy who never seemed to be anxious about anything, he seemed unusually nervous about giving this talk and when he came to an explanation about tectonic plates clashing with each other, moving continents and causing earthquakes, he said : "And as they grind and move closer together they build up an ever-increasing tension until finally it erupts all over the place." I had to try hard not to laugh myself, especially as I saw several of the boys, including Harry, sniggering. The girls seemed not to notice anything wrong but Kevin stopped when he heard an explosion of delayed laughter from one of the lads and it was clear to me from his reaction that he hadn't the faintest idea of the "double entendre" that he had perpetrated. I calmed the class down and he finished his talk but I was fairly sure that the lads would not be finished with him - not for some time, anyhow. And I was amazed to think that, like Louis XVI, he had not yet learned to masturbate. I was right. Not long after this Kevin and Harry stopped behind after school so that Kevin could talk with me. He said "Sir, the boys are teasing me because I've never "cum." I don't know what they mean and no-one will tell me." Well it certainly wasn't my job to tell him. One of my colleagues told me he had stopped teaching a bored class when he noticed they weren't listening to him. He paused, so that they all looked up, and then said "When I was in a brothel in Buenos Aires �" There was an instant stirring of attention, so he continued "Well, now that I've got your attention, I'll continue with the lesson." One of the kids told his mother what he had said, and she reported it to the Headmaster and the Headmaster warned my colleague not to do it again or face the sack. I didn't want to be sacked but I did notice that Harry was looking down at his feet in embarrassment. "Why don't you ask Harry ?" I said. "He can probably tell you." Harry looked up and there was the very slightest of nods, so I packed them off home and thought no more about it. However the next day there was a kind of new-found but embarrassed confidence about Kevin and I could tell that he and Harry were closer than ever. And so it proved. About a week later Harry came to me on his own. "He knows about earthquakes now, Sir," he said knowingly, with heavy emphasis on the word 'earthquakes'. "I showed him." I should have stopped him there, mindful of the warning my colleague had received for his brothel story ploy. But I didn't, and by the time he had got into his narration I felt I had to listen to the end, bizarre though the situation was. Here was a boy breaking working-class taboos and sharing an experience of a juvenile homosexual encounter with a teacher who he thought would approve of what he had done. I've tried to tell it more or less as he told it to me. "When we got to 'is 'ome after you asked me to tell 'im," he said, "We went up to 'is room. 'Is mam and sister was out and the 'ouse were quiet. I said to 'im "D'ye really want to know 'ow to cum ?" "Yes" he said "Wot is it ?" I were fair stumped for an answer and didn't know what to say so I blurted out "Don't y'ever play with y'self then ?" He said "What d' ye mean ?" so I said "Er � between the legs." He looked amazed and said "No, I never done that." "Well, Sir, I've seen 'im from time to time in the showers, like, but we never discussed things like that and I just didn't know what else to say. 'E were looking at me all peculiar, like, as if I were 'olding out on him, if you see what I mean. So I said "Well I'll 'ave to show you then." "Well, go on," says Kevin, "I ain't the faintest wot you mean." "So I sat meself down on 'is bed and started to rub meself through me trousers, like, but it were no good. I were too embarrassed to get an erection. But 'e sat next to me and copied wot I were doin' and when I saw 'im doin' that I started to get excited an' bit by bit me dick started to make a bulge in me pants. Kevin noticed an' said "I'm like that when I get up in the mornings" so I said "Well you 'ave to be like that to cum." 'E looked at me strangely, like, and asked 'ow he could get like that ? I said "You rub it - up and down." "Show me" 'e says. Well I was in for it now, good 'n proper, an' anyways I were beginning to feel excited, wot with talking about it an' all, so I unzipped me trousers an' pulled out me pecker. It stood to attention with the shiny red dick'ead which I were gettin' quite used to after me operation, an' I started to stroke it the way I'd learned after I'd lost me foreskin. "Try it for y'self" I said, "You'll soon find out wot 'appens." "'E were a touch embarrassed (an' so was I) but to give 'im a feel for it I said "Put yer 'and round me dick and see 'ow it feels." 'E were ever so ginger in doin' that, but 'e did and he immediately says "Yeah, it feels good." An' now I could see 'is pecker making a tent of 'is own trousers like, so I said "Take it out" an' 'e did. Geez, it were big - much bigger than mine. I put me 'and round it to feel it and it were reely firm an' ard. "Rub it like this" I said, doing to 'im wot I do to meself. I noticed that the skin on 'is shaft didn't move easily up and down like mine an' 'is foreskin didn't move far neither. But 'e weren't like me afore me op - so tight it were painful. 'E took 'is 'and off me dick and started to rub 'is own. I could tell by the rough way 'e were doin' it that 'e reely 'adn't done it before, so I told 'im to watch me while I stroked meself up an' down, like. 'E said maybe I were different 'cos I were circumcised ('e laughed at that word!) but I said it don't make any difference. It's the way you stroke that matters. So I told 'im to put 'is fist round me dick an' stroke it an' I'd tell 'im when it felt right. At first 'e was much too rough an' quick but I soon got 'im into the rhythm I like an' I told 'im that if 'e went on like that for a bit, I'd cum. This got 'im really excited an' he speeded up on me and before I could stop it came all over me chest, me tummy and 'is fingers. 'E were amazed ! 'E looked at me cum an' said "So that's it!" an' I said "Yes - that's it! Now it's your turn." So I made 'im lie on the bed an' I took 'is tool in me 'and an' I wanked 'im good an' proper. I could feel 'is rod getting' stiffer an' stiffer an' then slackening off a bit an' then I noticed 'e were gettin' VERY excited an' then 'e sort of shouted "Me insides is goin' to fall out" an' then a spurt o' spunk leapt from the end of 'is dick an' a gob landed on 'is chest ! It were my turn to be amazed ! "Geez" I said as dribbles of his cum dripped onto me fingers, "If that were yer first time, Kevin, it were magnificent." 'E were almost too far gone to speak. 'E just sighed an' said "So I've cum, then ? It were great. Like an earthquake." "We both laughed an' then we cleaned up an' I went off 'ome. Did I do all right, Sir ?" I couldn't answer him. I knew that what they had done was both harmless and fun (as well as funny in its own way) and I thought that perhaps I ought to say that now Kevin knew what to do, Harry should leave him to do it on his own. But maybe those were middle-class morals, so I just said "Don't tell anyone else about this, Harry." I reckoned that my knowing what they were up to would act as a damper on other meetings at Kevin's house and I felt fairly sure they wouldn't tell anyone else about it. And they didn't. They were good-natured lads at heart; they passed their exams; and a couple of years later I left the teaching profession for better pay elsewhere. But I still wonder from time to time just how many boys, like Kevin (or Louis XVI for that matter) reach nearly sixteen years of age without having discovered masturbation. Earthquake, indeed !