Without doubt, my favourite activity, or rather inactivity, during those long school holidays in the summer, was to relax in my hammock and catch some rays. Every hour or so, Mom would bring me a long iced drink to quench my thirst. It sure was a great life. It was on such a day a couple of years ago that it all began.

I lay on my front with my arms overhanging either side of the hammock. The sun on my back always gave me a raging hardon. Although in those days everything gave me a raging hardon. I was thinking about Mrs Denman, my English teacher at school. I wondered if she realized the effect that her short skirts had upon her male pupils. I determined after some contemplation that she new exactly what she was doing, the teasing bitch. As I thought about what I'd like to do to her, my right hand moved into my shorts and I began to pull on my dick. But after just a minute or two I heard the sound of ice tinkling in a glass coming towards me and cursed Mom's timing.