Real Life 6

My school has end of year beach camps for the two most senior years before the HSC exams, and they were held in the Royal National Park south of Sydney. Some of them used the YHA hut at the northern end of Garie Beach, others went to South Era or Burning Palms were there are old fishermen's huts and surf clubs with bunkhouses. There was always a lot of mucking up, and everyone used to carry on pretty heavy. I used to enjoy waking up before dawn and looking at the odd erection sticking up from under the sheets or even in the open, and a bum here or there. Everybody seemed to get up with a morning glory and prance around. The first summer I was not only struck by the pleasure of this part of boyhood, but by the unbelievable ( for a 16 year old ) sight of one of our young teacher's who never seemed the slightest bit embarrassed to strip down to sleep at night and lie around before dawn with his buttocks exposed. He'd roll around half asleep and up would spring the most impressive cock I had seen to that time. He'd just crack a joke about it like nothing had happened as he pulled on his togs for the ritual early morning surf. I'm certain I wasn't the only bloke stunned by his body including the ones that were really uptight about being straight.

Anyhow I really looked forward to the second summer camp, my second late year, in 1978, even though that particular teacher moved to some other school and I have never seen him since.

Our camp leader/teacher that year had less of any easy going relationship with the kids, so we tended to give him heaps through general lack of co-operation or attention. He got worked up about people knocking off to smoke. He was a hairy, built guy, quite handsome but just not too good as a teacher. Thinking back he may have had a problem with his sexuality, and the presence of so many teenagers out of school uniform. In this days the cane was still given a lot in high school ( on the hands ) and we were still not co-ed. But in PE it was not uncommon for a sandshoe or any other implement to be used to wack the shorts of those who got out of line. Just one or two. You were told to touch your toes or bend over the preacher curl bench in the weights corner of the room. And this guy seemed to whack a behind about once or twice a month so it came as no surprise when after a fairly disorderly meal in the surf club mess area that he held a punishment line up for all 12 of us before lights out. A lot of us had already stripped down to our jocks. I had a raging hard on from the moment he told the first victim to pull his jockettes up his crack and bend over.

You could see his arse cheeks and a few hairs peeking out from the bunched up cotton up his crack, an he certainly smarted a bit as I think six or more loud stinging slaps were delivered with a leather sandal. Some guys undies almost disappeared, other just exposed the upper thighs. Anyhow it got to the turn of this little built guy we called little Apollo because of his very well developed physique and I noticed to my disappointment he was wearing short, slightly daggy boxer shorts. This feeling disappeared in half a second and I remember hearing my heart pounding away when instead of trying to wedge them up his crack he just said "I'm not proud," and pulled them right down. He bent right over, bending a bit at the knees and stuck up the prettiest, smoothest white little pair of buns. Smooth like a baby's bottom, with no hairs and a tiny brown arsehole, and a neat ridge leading down to his ball sack. There was a delayed of a few seconds that seemed longer as I guess everyone wondered what would happen, and then the teacher laid into him like a madman. There must have been 12 incredibly hard wacks, each covering a large part of one side of his arse or the other, and toward the end little Apollo was twisting his bum from one side to the other to avoid being hit on the really sorest points. He didn't scream just breathed loud and sucked in his breath a lot. When he jumped up at the finish his dick was stiff and curling up his tummy, and quite thick and mean looking for such a short guy. The teacher said "Any more heroes". The next guy pulled his jocks up tight like the others, but the guy after was in short PJs, and he just undid the draw cord and dropped them and bent over. Also a handsome little bum, and a very red one soon after. I was second last and had on runner shorts, so I pulled them right down too not caring who saw my tool sticking up. Sandal on the bare hurt so much bloody more than I expected, and I was jumping up and down and shaking when he finished tanning all of my arse. The last guy was another wedgie. Everybody was still comparing red sting marks next day before we walked out to meet our bus at Garie, and I remember jacking myself off with a few others soon after the teacher had sent us to the bunk room. I am quite certain that all of us found it an incredibly erotic experience, not just to two or three guys I spoke to. I got on quite well with little Apollo after that incident, and eventually we fucked each other at my place after school after talking about the spanking.

When he bent over the bench for me to fuck him I found myself fascinated by the small, smooth, perfectly formed white arse I was about to enter, and really enjoyed the way he struggled as I forced it in. Later I told him how he must have driven the teacher mad at the sight and he said "I know. I knew he was a poof, he was always eyeing me in the showers, so I thought I'd give him a face full. You know, let him know that I knew...even though it hurt." We agreed the guy was a real prick. He never talked about it after the camp, always continued to carry on like a bastard to his classes, but everybody from my year knew or sensed after that camp that this was a guy with a problem in his head, while we were young, and quite happy to fuck who we we liked, how we liked, as long as they were slurpy young chicks or good mates.