These stories are based in part on the author's own fantasies, BUT IN A VERY LARGE PART THEY CORRESPOND TO TOTALLY REAL EVENTS EXPERIENCED BY HIM, which seem to be taken from his imagination but actually happened. Long live life that surprises and enriches you with this kind of thing. What is reality and what is fantasy I leave to the reader's choice. You can ask me specific questions, and I won't lie, but I may not answer them. It depends on the question. I hope you like it.

And suddenly...

...knock, knock, knock...

Don Juan didn't remember if he had closed it or not, and it's that this hotel was one of those from the era that had to be closed with a latch.

The door starts to open while you hear:

"Well, Juanito, I've been through all the rooms and...

But what...!

But good!

What does this mean!"

It was Don Antonio. As I mentioned in another chapter, he was another of my platonic loves, who, along with Don Manuel, the Director, starred in most of my sexual fantasies during my masturbations at that time.

Don Antonio was the head of studies, who had just finished a tour of the rooms and was going to his own to sleep.

As a man, he was something... impressive. Don Juan was too, of course, but Don Juan was more of the chubby type, and Don Antonio, since he was an elite athlete in his youth, had a forged and enormous body, now filled out from having left sports and matured.

Quickly, Don Antonio closed the door, with a latch this time, and came towards us, mounted on anger.

What does this mean? he repeated.

Don Juan, who had never been in a similar situation, stuttered and died of shame (poor thing) and began to say:

"Antonio, I... it's that..." and he was left without words because the image really had no other explanation than what it was.

Don Antonio calmed him down and told him:

"Calm down, Juan, if it's not with you. Top secret, I've asked you a question! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?"

Apart from being naked, sitting leaning against the wall, dead of shame, and with tears in his eyes, which was already enough; he was confused, since all the blame was focusing on me. How can I force a teacher who outweighs me by at least 60 kilos, in his own room and naked, to put his cock in my mouth? If I were guilty, the guilt would be shared, wouldn't it?

In short, I didn't know what to say, the words wouldn't come out.

Immediately, Don Antonio dictated, "Come on, get up from there and come with me. Get here (on his knees, ass in the air)." He was going to whip me in the most humiliating way he knew, which was what teachers used to apply to misbehaving students half a century ago. But also, I had no possible defense because how can I tell what really happened! I was in his hands, literally.

As he sat on the bed, he saw Don Juan's belt, which was there, ready to be used. He picked up the...