Eventually my thoughts started to expand beyond Mike. I started looking at other boys and trying to imagine them doing what I saw Mike doing. Not so much the boys in my class… It was hard to imagine some of them even having cocks, let alone stroking them off, although I’m sure now that’s what most of them were doing.
I did have a science teacher back then, though, that I had a tremendous crush on. I could easily picture him having a cock, probably even bigger than Mike’s, but he was married so I didn’t figure he would even need to do anything like that.
With a little effort, though, I did manage to conjure up the image of Mr. Martin stroking himself and making his cock shoot out that creamy white stuff while I masturbated in bed one night. That image caused me to have just a tremendous orgasm, the strongest one I’d experienced so far.
For the rest of that week I couldn’t concentrate in his class to save my life. I’d just look at him and those images would just burn through my mind. Luckily he didn’t call on me to answer any questions. I wonder sometimes if he could possibly tell what I was thinking and took pity on me.
Thinking of Mr. Martin made me take my fantasies one step further. Not only did I fantasize about Mr. Martin masturbating, I also started having thoughts about stroking his cock myself, of doing it for him. The first time I thought about actually touching a man’s cock, especially Mr. Martin’s, it shot unbelievable tremors of pleasure rumbling through my body. I orgasmed immediately! Then to my most pleasant surprise, I orgasmed again! Until that time I usually just orgasmed once then went to sleep. It never even occurred to me that I might possibly be able to orgasm again afterwards.
This was like a new toy to me! For the next few nights I’d lay in bed and try to see how many times I could make my body tremble with pleasure like that. The first two or three times I was only able to do it twice, if that, but eventually I discovered how to trigger my thoughts to build my excitement back up, and some nights I would actually orgasm up to five or six times.
Thank you, Mr. Martin… you taught me much more than how to make things ooze out of a test tube!
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