Does That hurt?

When I was Fifteen, my gym teacher asked me to stay back, he saw me limping. I had a sore knee, which he said he should look at.

He sat me up on the bench and moved the joint backward and forward. He had big hands, I remember that well. Warm.

"How'd you do it?"

"I went over on my ankle."

"Does it hurt anywhere else?"

"No."

"You sure?"

I shrugged.

"I'd better check." He squeezed my thigh. "Your groin?"

I shrugged again.

Then he slid his hand inside my shorts and squeezed the part between my leg and my nuts. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting him to do that. I jumped a bit. It turned me on so much.

"Does that hurt?"

I shook my head in the negative.

My cock was hardening.

His hand squeezed the other side between my leg and my nuts.

I thought I was going to explode with excitement.

“Does that hurt.”

I shook my head in the negative.

He took his hand out of my shorts, I was disappointed. "You're okay."

I just sat there with a hardon.

He tousled my hair. "You're fine."

I went home and whacked off furiously at night thinking about what he might have done. I could still feel his hand around my cock.

I used to volunteer to help him with anything. I'd always be hanging around after class. He used to smile when he saw me. I called him sir. He'd called me mate.

I don't know why I thought of that today.