Teachers: Mr Norman

Teachers:

Mr Norman

Prologue

This story is based partly on fact. It is based in the 60’s when teachers were entrusted implicitly with the welfare and education of there pupils and even looked up to by parents as people of authority.

I spent most of my childhood being brought up in care. I was in a children’s home in Letchworth (UK) and attending a public school, This is where I met Mr Norman who was the geography teacher. Like all schools there was the nice teachers and the not so nice. Mr Norman was one of the nice ones and I seemed to get on with him really well, considering I was a bit of a loner at the time.

It was around this time I had my first ever experience of sex. Every Friday my last school lesson was swimming and me and my friend Nick, who was also in the home I was in, would always spend our bus fair on sweets while at the pool, then we would walk home through the woods. This one occasion Nick was groaning like he had a stomach ache. Suddenly he lay down and shuffled under a bush where he pulled his shorts down and started wanking the biggest cock I had ever seen, at least twice as big as mine. Now I had never masturbated before and didn’t even know what it was.

“It hurts.” Nick said, “You do it.” I got on my knees next to him and very gingerly gripped his cock, I was totally fascinated by it, by it’s size it’s throbbing and the seeping head. For the next minute or so he instructed me and then he said “Faster.”

I went faster and increased my grip slightly and then suddenly it erupted. White goo shot into the air and all over my hand. “Wow what was that?” I asked

“You not had a wank before?”

“No.”

“Well you should your pretty good at it and it feels great.” He pulled up his shorts and handed me a bunch of leaves. “Come on we better get going or we will be late.”

We ran the rest of the way home and that night when I went to bed I had my very first wank. It was truly glorious and made me shake from head to foot. Needless to say I did it regularly from then on. Not long after this Nick was caught having sex with one of the house mothers, she was sacked and he was sent home. I never saw him again.

One day My Norman invited me to his home that evening along with some other students. I told him he would have to clear it with the head of the children’s home which he did. I was allowed to go and visit him at 7pm and he would bring me home by 10pm. So I arrived outside his house at 7.30 and for some reason something told me not to go in. I pondered for a moment and then turned round and went home. Something didn’t feel right. Knowing what I know now some 50 years later there is a high probability that he liked young boys. Not long after I left school I heard rumours about Mr Norman that did not surprise me at all. I often wonder what would have happened if I had gone in. So this story is about, what may have happened if I had gone into the house.

The story

I looked up at the three story Victorian building and was amazed at the size of it, it seemed to me to be like a castle in a row of castles. I knocked on the door and Mr Norman opened it.

“Ahh Mike, good to see you.” He said with a beaming smile. “The others are here already. He was dressed in trousers and shirt and for some reason a silk dressing gown. ( I later of course found out it was a smoking jacket). I followed him through to the lounge where I saw two other boys drinking squash and eating cake.

“Help yourself Mike.” Mr Norman said, “We have orange and lemon squash , biscuits and sponge cake.” I took a glass of orange and a biscuit and stood quietly watching the other two boys in silence. I knew their faces but not their names. Mr Norman sat in an armchair just watching us while he smoked on a pipe, billowing out plumes of smoke.

“Do you like jigsaws Mike?” Mr Norman asked.

“Err Yes sir.”

“Oh good then you can help me with this one. It’s a map of the world so we can do some geography while we do it.

I was just pleased to have something to do so sat down and started sorting out the edge pieces and putting them together. I must have got quite engrossed as the next thing I knew it was just me and Mr Norman.

“Where are the others?” I asked.

“Their parents just picked them up.” He said with a smile, “How are you doing?”

“It’s pretty big but I have found all the edges.”

Mr Norman started picking up pieces and putting them down. Occasionally he put one into place. Once again I was engrossed in what I was doing and took no notice of his closeness or his hand on my shoulder or on the back of my neck, though this did give me a warm feeling.

“Do you drink tea Mike?” he asked after a while.

“Yes please sir.” I replied.

“Call me Henry. But only when we are on our own and not at school. OK?”

“Ok s….Henry.” I liked calling him by his name. It made me feel we were friends.

A while later he came back with a tray carrying a teapot sugar bowl milk jug and two posh cups and saucers. “Ok leave that for now. You can come back and do it anytime you like as long as you get permission. I am always at home and I would enjoy your company.”

My eyes went wide open, “Really.”

“Yes really if your not too busy.”

“No I am never busy. I used to have a bakers round on a Saturday but I don’t do that now so I don’t have anything to do at all.”

“Oh that’s a shame.” he said as he poured the tea, “How about I see if it would be ok for you to come here say a couple of evenings in the week and maybe all day on a Saturday. If the weather is good then you can help me in the garden.”

“Oh yes please sir that would be great.” I said all eager, “I love plants and flowers. But they don’t seem to like me very much.”

“Well that’s two of us as they keep dieing on me as well.” I will arrange it tomorrow.”

“Thank you sir.”

“It’s Henry.”

“Oh yes, sorry.”

“So tell me about yourself. What school did you go to before here?”

I gave him a brief history of the boarding school including how I spent most of my time naked.

“Really. Did you enjoy being naked.”

“Yes I loved it. I loved the feel of the air on my skin. It made me feel so free in some way.”

“Yes I know what you mean. I love being naked as well. I will often walk around the house all day without any clothes on and in the summer I sunbathe in the conservatory naked.”

“Wow that must feel really nice.”

“Well you don’t need to keep your clothes on when you’re here if you don’t want to. You can be naked all day, maybe I will join you. Would you like that?

“Yes I would. I haven’t been able to do it since I left there.”

“Ok well maybe on Saturday if you want to, as you’re here all day. But don’t tell anyone. Just keep it our little secret.” Just after 9.30 he ran me home, making sure I went inside before leaving

The following day was Friday. I didn’t have geography so I only saw Mr Norman in passing. He smiled but didn’t say anything. Last lesson was swimming and as usual I walked home. Passing that spot that had started my road to sexual awakening. When I got home I was called into the matrons office.

Matron was sitting behind her desk with the housemaster, her husband, standing next to her. “Michael.” She said, I hate being called Michael and I am sure she knew it. “I have had a call from Mr Norman.”

“What about miss?” I said trying not too look too happy.

“Well it seems he was very pleased with the work you put in the other day and has asked if you would like to visit him regularly.”

“Oh yes please miss.”

“Well it would be on a Tuesday and Thursday for education.” But he has also offered you a Saturday job helping with his garden, now that summer is on the way for which you will be paid pocket money.”

“Oh yes please miss. Can I go please miss please.”

She looked up at her husband who nodded. “Alright then. He will be expecting you at 9am tomorrow and he will bring you home sometime in the evening.”

“Thank you miss.” I was jumping for joy inside.

“Go on off you go and remember. Behave yourself or it will all be taken away from you.

“Yes miss.”

I arrived sharp at 9am. Henry let me in and then followed me into the same room we were in before.

“I suppose it would be an idea if I showed you around the house as it’s rather big.”

I followed him around as he went first downstairs to the basement. It was large with two rooms but seemed to be used mostly for storage and doing his washing. The main floor had a rear lounge, which I had been in on my last visit and a front living room. A large kitchen with a walk in larder filled with food of all types. It also had a washroom, with a toilet and sink.

Upstairs he showed me the two spare rooms then the bathroom with a shower (a rare thing in the sixties) which again was huge.