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It was one of my first days in high school. It was half past eight in the evening, with a chance of rain, so my father would be coming to pick me up.

I went to the bathroom to pee; there was no one, probably because the classes had finished and nobody wanted stay and wait for the rain. However, shortly after I started to pee in one urinal, a large polar bear came in to use the next one.

Appearing middle-aged, he was about one meter and eighty centimeters, muscular with a bit of a paunch. He was wearing a white button-up shirt under and a reddish-brown four-buttons sweater over, slacks, socks and black shoes. He was probably a teacher.

Under his clothes his body was covered in a white fur coat; except for his small black almond eyes, his big black nose, and his big black dick. His penis was so thick it looked like a can of soda covered in skin.

He pulled back his foreskin, revealing his huge shimmering glans as he started to pass water.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

I was so obvious at staring I was discovered. "Oh, sorry." I looked away as I finished peeing. I washed my hands as fast as possible and walked to the door.

"Do you want to touch it?"

I stopped cold, and then turned back to see him. He was standing beside the washbasins, inexpressive, holding his big business in his right hand. I nodded.

I walked towards him as he rested his back and hands against the washbasins. I held his dick with both hands. I started rubbing it slowly, up and down; feeling it grow in my hands. I pulled his foreskin and started to play with his glans. The moaned as I stroked his frenulum.

In a few minutes both of us were completely hard. I looked up; he was panting, his chin raised and his eyes closed. I stared back down; his throbbing dick was leaking pre-cum, and below, two lumps could be seen in his pants.

Without thinking I placed my hands on his hips, took a step back, and rammed my right knee against his balls. I felt his left testicle being compressed between my knee and his pelvis, before slipping up in his pants.

He roared in pain as he fell to his knees, clutching his battered male fruits. He dropped on his side and curled into the fetal position. With an agonized face, he looked up at me, like he was asking for the reason.

"Sorry." Not knowing what else to say, I left the bathroom. Bemused by my own actions, I made my way to the main door, hoping that my father would arrive before that guy could get up.

Today, I'm still not sure why I acted like that; I always had a little curiosity for SM, but never thought I could capriciously kick a guy in the junk and leave.