It was my senior year in high school and I had just turned 18. We had just finished our annual basketball game between the senior class and the teachers. Man, was it a hot game (in more ways than one).
As we ran up and down the court our bodies connected and our sweat mingled with one another. I got a hardon right there on the basketball court. I hoped no one had noticed as I was wearing an oversized T-shirt that came passed my gym shorts. The teachers won the game in triple over time (of course they always do, between the refs and our letting them win, because we know what's good for our grades, lol). As the game ended we congratulated the "winners" and they patted us on our backs and asses, telling us what a good game we had played. When Mr. Smathers, the American History teacher, patted my ass, he actually let his hand linger there as he spoke to me. Got me hard really quick. We all headed down to the locker room to shower and change back into our street clothes. As we headed toward the locker room, Mr. Smathers stopped me and told me that he needed to see me about my grades. I asked him if it could wait until Monday.
He told me, no and that he wanted to see me right now, even before we took our showers. Reluctantly, I followed him down to his classroom. He closed the door and locked it and pulled down the shade to cover the small window that was in the door. He turned toward me and I could see that he was as hard as a rock. This wasn't going to be an ordinary History lesson, I could see that. His hardon had an effect of me. My cock sprang into action. I got so hard that my cock ached inside my jockstrap.
Mr. Smathers said, "I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time." I replied, "I can see that, Mr.
Smathers," as I peered at his hardness. "And by the looks of things," he said, "you've been wanting to talk to me as well." By this time he was standing next to me. He reached over and groped my hard cock.
As he squeezed it I let out a groan. He bent over and kissed my lips. It was a gentle kiss, then a heavy, drawn out kiss that almost made me cum right then and there. He slowly removed my sweaty T-shirt and held it to his nose. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. My nipples were as hard as my cock. Mr. Smathers latched on to my right nipple and I almost melted right there. I shuttered as he continued to tease my nipple. He told me to stand up. I almost couldn't, but with all the energy I could muster, I stood before him. He slowly pulled down my gym shorts and I stepped out of them, leaving me with nothing but my jockstrap, socks and gymshoes on. He knelt before be and started to eat my cock right throught the sweat and precum soaked material. Oh, man, it felt so fucking good. As he chewed on my jockstrap, he massaged my ass with his hands. Just as quickly as he started, he stopped. He stood up and started to remove his clothes. Soon both of us were standing there with nothing on but, our jocks, socks, and shoes. Our bodies met and our jock covered cocks meshed together as we exchanged wet kisses. He reached down and removed my jockstrap and I did the same for him. He knelt before me and engulfed my cock with his warm mouth.
Shit, I had never experience anything in my life like that before. Hell, at that time, I had never experienced anything at all in my life before. He slowly edged his way down to the base of my 7 inch uncut cock. It didn't take long before I could feel my balls churning. I knew that if I didn't stop him, I was going to blow at any second and I didn't want to do that right away. So I stopped him.
I pulled him back up and french kissed him. Now, it was my turn. Never having suck cock before, I only had Mr. Smather's example to go by. I must have done a good enough job because I had him moaning and groaning in no time. Soon I could feel his balls churning, and I knew what that meant, but like me, Mr. Smather's didn't want to end our fun with each either.
So he pulled me off of him and turned me around and leaned me up against his desk. He knelt down again and started to eat my ass out. Oh, man, what a feeling. He rimmed my ass out good. I squirmed and danced around alittle as he spat into my ass. He buried his tongue deep into my hole. He darted his tongue in and out of me, flicking it back and forth as he did so.
"Mr. Smathers, fuck me," I beg, "fuck my hot ass, pleeeeeassseee."
With that he took a load of spit in his hand and filled my hole with it. With another load of spit he lubed his cock. He aimed his cock directly at my hole and slowly pushed it into me. I cried out alittle and Mr. Smathers stopped. I begged him to continued and he did. Within a short time he had his entire 7.5" deep within my butt.
He pulled it almost completely out and then slammed it in again. Soon he was using a steady rhythm and the pain turned to pleasure. He rode my ass like a rodeo rider rides a bronco, hard and fast. Both of us were covered with sweat. I felt his cock swell up in me and within a matter of seconds felt him unload his sweet man juices deep within my ass. He jerked and shuttered as the last of his cum feeled my hole. He collasped on me, gently kissing my neck and playing with my nipples. We laid there like that until his cock softened enough to fall out of me. He reached around me and started to play with my now soft cock.
However, it didn't stay like that for very long. A couple of strokes brought it back to life. Mr. Smather then told me to jack myself off. So I grabbed my cock and started to jack it. He sat back in his chair and intently watched as I stroked myself. Soon he got hard again and he grabbed his cock. We watched each other as we wanked ourselves. Sometimes even our eyes would meet as we were jacking. His eyes said it all. I was in love and I think he was, too. We both began to pick up the pace and soon we both blasted our loads. Mr. Smather got up off of his chair and came over and cleaned me up with his tongue. "I think we had better get back into our clothes and head off to the showers," Mr. Smather said. I agreed.
We gathered up our clothes and quickly dressed. As we got to the door, I reached for the knob and Mr. Smather's hand reached over mine.
He gave me a kiss and said, "Next time my ass with be the one that gets it in the end." He smiled as he opened the door. We headed toward the lockerroom (and that's another story).