Together, Mr. Smathers and I left the History Room; sweaty, full of that manly smell that absolutely gets me hard yet today. Passing other seniors boys and teachers in the hallway as we headed toward the locker- room, we knew that we were running late, hopefully no one would ask any questions concerning where we had been. The seniors used the Varsity room as their lockerroom and the teacher, well we classified them as visitors so they got to use the visitors' lockerroom. I headed for my changing room and Mr Smathers to his. The Varsity room was quickly clearing out, there were only a couple of guys left. I sat down on the bench and began to talk off my gym shoes and socks. One of the guys who had not left the Varsity came up to me and questioned my where- abouts. "Hey, Johnson, did Smathers take you to his room to beat your ass for not getting your homework in on time." I had to think quick, "Sometime like that, Jeremy," I retorted. In the back of my mind I thought to myself that he didn't realize how close he was to the truth. He beat my ass alright, everytime his balls hit my ass when he was fucking me. I started to think about the ass fucking that I got and my cock started to spring to life. I'm glad Jeremy was heading out the door as he said that, I definitely didn't want him to see me with a woody. He'd be sure to tell the rest of the class for sure. Soon the lockerroom door closed and I was the only one left in the room. I quickly got up and locked to the door so I wouldn't have anyone walk in on me if I decided to take matters into my own hands. I finished taking off the rest of my gym clothes and threw them in a heap on the floor by the bench that I was sitting on. I pawed at the material of my jockstrap, feeling my cock as it continued to grow in my hand. I reached around and spread my ass cheeks, rubbing them and remember the ass fucking that I had just received. Then I heard water running in the showers. "Shit, I thought, "I thought I was alone." I quickly let go of my cock. "Hey, are you going to join me?" I looked up and there was Mr. Smathers standing in the shower room's door way. His cock was also hard as a rock." Then I remembered that the only thing that joined the Varsity room and the Visitors' lockerroom was the showers. With my thumbs, I pulled my jockstrap to the floor and stepped out of it. I ran to the showers, my hard cock was bouncing up and down. As I got to the shower room door, I slipped and almost feel, but Mr. Smathers could be on handed by the cock and keep me from going down. As he steady me in his arms, Mr. Smathers asked me if I were alone. I assured him that I was. I asked him the same question to which he replied that he was. He then asked my if I had locked the door to the lockerroom. Again, I told him that I had locked the door. Again, he assured me that he had locked his door as well. With that our mouths became one. We pressed our bodies together. Our hard cocks intertwined with each other. Still kissing one another, we began to soap up each others bodies. He reached around and firmly gribbed my ass mounds and pulled me closer to him. Our moans echoed through the shower room. Mr. Smathers started to push his finger toward my pink pucker which pushed me even closer to him. Breaking our kiss, I lean over and whispered into Mr. Smathers ear. "I thought you said that the next time, it was going to be your ass that was going to get fucked." He whispered back, "You are absolutely correct," and with that he gently grabbed my hand and placed it on his ass. Following his lead as he was doing to me, I reached around him, spread his ass cheek and inserted a finger. This only made Mr. Smathers moan louder. Now, it was Mr. Smather's turn to push his cock into mine. As I continued to push my finger into Mr. Smather's hot ass. We ground our cocks together. Moans and groans filled the shower room. Mr. Smathers broke our hold and ran out to his gym bag. I massaged my cock as fished through his bag. Soon he returned with a tube of KY and told me to spread some on my cock and to put some in his ass, which I eagerly did. Mr. Smathers leaned his hands against the shower room wall and offered his ass to my waiting cock. I pulled back my skin to expose my mushroomed shaped head. I pressed my cock against his hot hole and felt my cock's head disappeared. I pushed and Mr. Smathers pushed, soon my cock was buried too the hilt. I was ackward at first, never having fucked a girl's puusy let alone fucking a man's ass. But it didn't take long as I soon became a regular fucking maching. I plunged in and out of his ass. My balls slapped against his ass. As my balls bang against Mr. Smather's ass, he began to hiss. The look on his face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Fuck me, Johnson, fuck me good and hard," said Smathers. I was fucking him good and hard. "You're hitting my sweat spot, boy, I'm about to blow." "So am I," I replied. a couple of good hard strokes and we exploded together. Mr. Smathers shot a good size load against the shower wall, which rinse away very quickly from the shower water. I shot several (may 5 or 6), man size squirts inside Mr. Smather's hot ass. I collapsed onto his back. I held him tightly. I whispered into his ear, "I love you, Mr. Smathers." We stood there in that position for a short eternity. My cock softened and I pulled out. Mr. Smathers stood up and turned around. We started to embrace, but as we did, Mr. Smathers abruptly stopped. The look on his face told me that we weren't alone. I quickly turned. Fear soon took the place of pleasure, we definitely were not alone. It was Jeremy. "It looks like I came across something that I shouldn't have come across," said Jeremy with a shitty grin on his face. "I thought you told me you locked the door," whispered Mr. Smathers. "I did," I whispered in replied. "You locked it, but the door wasn't latched. I left in such a hurry that I forgot my gym bag." I came back to get it and this is what I find." There Mr. Smathers and I were, caught red handed so to speak. Both of us naked, both of us holding on to the others cock. Both of us scared shitless. What happened next, boggled my mind, but that's another story.