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Gym sex
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GYM SEX: (renamed Locker Room Lust by First Hand)
by Lance Kester
My friends are always telling me how lucky I am to young,
handsome, and an English teacher. Actually, being a teacher is
why they think I'm lucky. I do get to be around good looking young
male students students all the time, but that is all I can do. Most of
them are under age, and I am a teacher. So what's to do but look? In
fact, it was a lesson I learned early in the school year.
Last September I was fresh out of college, and with my degree in
hand, I was ready to teach young people how to use their mother
tongue. Soon I found that much of my time was spent going to the gym
to see the head coach about students who were not going to qualify to
play sports if their grades did not improve. It took no time to become
attracted to Coach Johns. He was blond tall, and very handsome. He
had a great body, a booming bass voice, and a bulging crotch. He also
had a wife who was always pregnant. But the coach was too busy to be
worried by an English teacher. He would push me off on Phil, the
assistant coach.
Phil is not nearly as attractive as Coach Johns. No one at school
is. But he is not unattractive. He's about two or three year
older than me and a couple of years younger than the coach. Like most
atheletes, he has a very good looking body. It was his attitude that I
did not like from the first. Right away he made it obvious that he did
not think much of me or English. His attitude was that I did not play
sports and that English was not important to the school players. I
reminded him that if they didn't keep up their grades, they would not
play sports. This remark did not help our relationship.
Then there was that eventful day in late September. I was passing
through the locker room on the way to the coach's office when I
saw a good looking football player coming out of the shower with a
towel wrapped around his waist. It was the same student whose work I
had come to complain about. The student stopped and looked at me with
a knowing smile and said, "Hello, teach. What you doin' here?" And
with these words, he "accidentally" dropped his towel giving me full
view of his marvelous cock. Without thinking my eyes were glued on his
dick which immediately started to grow. I caught myself and looked the
other way, but it was too late. The student smiled and walked away.
Breathing hard, I started for the office, but before I had taken a
dozen steps, the student called me in a loud and defiant tone. I
turned to see him standing in front of his locker. He was facing me
with his towel wrapped around his neck and was rubbing his fully
errected cock in what could have been either and itch or an
invitation. He called out, "Hey, how did I do on that test?" I
started to tell him he failed it, but I paused and once more felt
unable to stop watching as he rubbed his dick more suggestively than
before.
"You did fine," I lied. He had me. What else could I say? And
before I could feel the remorse of compromise, Phil was standing
in front of me. He had seen the whole thing between me and the
student. He demanded I come into his office, and I did so wondering if
I would ever teach again. He made me sit in a chair next to his desk
until everybody, even the janitor, had gone home.
He said he was glad that coach Johns was out of town and had not
seen what he had seen. Trying to bluff I asked just what he
thought he had seen, but it was no good. I could feel the blood
flushing my face with embarassment. Without ever putting a name on it,
he made several remarks about "strange and unnatural" relationships.
He spoke piously about protecting the students. This was too much and
I responded angrily. Protect them, hell! The kid had just shamelessly
waved a raging hardon practically in my face. Phil said I had looked
first, and I said that was a goddamn lie. I figured I had lost my job
and that I might as well go down swinging. There was a pause, and when
Phil did not respond to my last statement, I said calmly that I had
never once touched a student. When I said that, his voice changed. He
became almost civil and said he believed me. I suddenly realized that
in denying my involvement I had at the same time conceded my sexual
inclinations. Phil had tricked me into denying one thing and admitting
another. After another pause, he said he was glad I had told the
student he had passed the test and that there were several other
students who needed to pass some tests and that he wanted me to take
care of them.
At that moment all I could think of was that he was not blowing
the whistle on me. I was going to continue to be a teacher. This
brought on such a feeling of relief that I did not see until later what
I would have to pay dearly for that brief view of a naked youth. In
fact, I was about to make my first of many payments to the assistant
coach.
Still talking kindly about working with him to get the students
"over the English hurdle" -he like sports metophers-, he went to
his office door and locked it. Next he came to the chair where I was
sitting and stood directly in front of me. Since he was still talking
about his students, I did not think much about his being so close to
me, until I looked and saw that right in front of my face, he had an
enormous hardon. Moreover, it was the biggest hardon I had ever seen.
At first I even thought it was a stick or something he had put there
for a joke.
Quickly I looked up into his eyes. He was saying that I should
not worry about what happened in the locker room. It would be our
secret. We all have to take care of each other around here, he said.
You take care of the students, and I'll take care of you, and you can
take care of me. With these words, he took a step closer and I felt
something touch my chin. It was his dick! The longest dick I had ever
seen. While he had been talking, he had taken it out and moved it
right up to my mouth.
And what did I do? I sucked. Phil's dick is so fucking big that
it hurts, but that day he was so hot it didn't take long to shoot
my mouth full of his hot cum. It was a silent blow job. I did what I
had to do, and he apparently enjoyed it. As I was leaving his office,
he said quietly that this was our little "game plan" and no one need
know it. Also, he said for me to come back later in the week and we
would "run this play" again and that he was glad to have me "on his
team." Jesus, it was one thing to have his giant cock attacking my
mouth, but to have his stupid sports jargon assaulting my mind was
almost too much.
For the next few days I was able to avoid Phil. We had different
lunch periods which spared me daily confrontations. And I had
decided never again to go to the gym to complain about his precious
athetes. I did run into Coach Johns in the hall. He made of point of
stopping me and saying that he was glad Phil and I had worked out an
agreement on the football players. I could hardly look the Coach in
the face, and I could not tell if he knew the whole story. Somehow I
doubted it. Surely Phil would not imply that I was a cocksuker without
the Coach wanting me fired at once. And just as surely, Phil would not
have told him what I had done to keep my job. If I could just get
through this year, I would request a transfer to another school.
On Friday the Student President and I met with the social
committee during study hall. Someone suggested we meet in the gym
since the next school dance was going to be there. We met at one end
while a class of nineth graders were playing basketball at the other
end. During our meeting, I caught a glimpse of Phil. He was
supervising the basketball game. I could not help but notice that he
had an excellent athelete's body, and I knew what a load of meat his
jockstrap was carrying around. Maybe under any other circumstances, I
would enjoy getting on my knees for him. But he also had that
go-get-em and kick-ass mentality that turned me off. Besides, he did
not really like me, and the advantage he took of me amounted to
blackmail. He got horny, he used me, and dismissed me. I had been a
means of letting off steam. I was hoping it would never happen again.
When our meeting broke up, Phil caught me going out the
door. "What you doing after school today?" he asked with
a knowing smile.
"I have some papers to grade," I replied trying to sound like I
did not want to be bothered with anything else.
"Good. I'm free to help you," he said with his smile turning into
a leer. A blind man could see what was on his mind. "Why don't
you bring them to my office. No one will be there after school today,
and we won't be disturbed." With this words he slowly rubbed his
crotch in case I had missed the unmistakable message.
"I don't think I can make it today," I said weakly. By now the
game on the gym floor had stopped and the students were looking
toward us. I pointed toward his class.
"I think you can," he said more firmly and wemt back to the
game. I returned to my next class infuriated that I let Phil
intimidate me. Somehow he made me feel that I was in the wrong
and that he was right. He had found me out and would tell on me if I
refused to submit to his sexual advances. But what the hell was he
going to tell? What could he say? That he was letting the tenth grade
English teacher suck on his dick about twice a week? That he thought I
was not safe to be around the kids! Hell, even if our sex was one way,
he was as much a part of the deed as I was. Blow jobs are by
definition a two party affair.
When I went into the gym office after school, I had calmed down.
In fact, the idea of having sex right in school and especially in
the boys' gym really turned me on. My dick got hard walking through
the locker room. No one was there, but I could hear the shower in the
inner office. I entered and closed the door behind me. I put the
papers I had brought on the table and started grading them.
In a few minutes the water stopped running, and Phil came out
drying himself off. He smiled crookedly when he saw me and gave
his cock a good rubbing with the towel. I asked where the head coach
was and went on grading the papers. I asked just to make sure it was
safe to proceed, but Phil seemed to take offense. Maybe he thought I
was reminding him that he was only an assistant. At any rate, the
question bugged him. Going to the door to make sure it was locked, he
said the coach was out of town.
"Why do you ask about the Head Coach?" he asked with a snear. You
got a thing for him, or what?"
I ignored his questions. Coming up next to where I was sitting,
he said, "I'll show you a head. Look at the head of this cock."
And with these words he waved his limp cock flopping it up and down
right in front of my face.
At this point I gave up or gave in. I had to admit that whatever
else I thought about Phil, I knew he had one of the biggest dicks
I had ever sucked. I also knew that if I wanted to get it all in my
mouth, I had to do it when it was soft. After it got hard, there was
not a mouth on earth that could take it all. Quickly, I stopped his
dick's motion right in the middle of a flop and sucked it entirely into
my mouth. At that moment, I discovered one of Phil's few good points.
As bad as his talk to me outside of sex was, when I sucked his cock
into my mouth, he knew just what to say.
"That's the boy," he cooed softly. "Take it all in there where it
belongs. Yeah, suck it hard. Treat it right with that hot mouth of
yours." He went on with these words and rubbing his hands through my
hair. And when he was rock hard and only about half of his ten inches
could get into my mouth, he pulled on my ears and gently pushed the
back of my head as to encourage me to take all I could. I needed
little encouragement. By the time Phil got really hard, I was in heat
and without a conscience. I did not like him, but I sure liked his
dick. Besides, I could not see his face. All I could see was that
muscular stomach in front of my eyes. All I could feel was that big
dick moving in and out of my mouth. My right hand rubbed the shaft of
his dick that would not got into my mouth. My left hand cupped his
large balls. I gave him a blow job to remember.
When he cummed in my mouth, he moaned so loud that anyone within
earshot could have heard him. Before pulling his dick out, he
took hold of my head and just stood there letting his cock grow soft
while my tongue cleaned it of all cum. I reached down and began to rub
on my own hardon. When he saw me doing that, he pulled away and went
to a desk and took out a large envelop.
"Want to see some pictures?" he asked throwing the envelop at me.
Inside were a dozen or more shots of football players in the
locker room. None of them were nude, but they were in various stages
of undress. Some were grabbing their cock and clowning for the
photographer. On the surface, they were innocent enough, but as hot as
I was, they really turned me on. I pulled out my dick and started
banging it. By then Phil had dressed and was ready to leave. He threw
me the towel he had used to shower and told me to not to get cum on the
pictures or on the floor. Next he gave me a key and told me to lock up
when I left, and with these words, he went out.
It was strange and quiet being alone in the coach's office. As
soon as I knew Phil was out of the building, I went to the lockers
and opened Coach Johns' locker. I pulled ot his sweat pants and buried
my face in the crotch wishing like hell he was in them. Next I pulled
out his jock strap and chewed on it. I had never done anything like
that before, but I was hot as hell. I went back to the pictures and
found one of the coach and started pounding my dick. I put his jock
strap in my mouth and fixed my eyes on his beautiful body. Within a
minute I was spraying cum all over the towel that Phil had given me.
I put the pictures back in the drawer and the coach's jock strap
back in his locker hoping it would dry before he put his big dick
and balls in it. I turned off the lights and carefully locked the
office behind me. As I walked through the locker room, I suddenly felt
a fondness for sports that I had never known.
Friday night I went to my first football game. I decided if I was
being forced to give passing grades to the players, I might as
well watch them play. But down deep I also knew it would be a chance
to see Coach Johns in action. I sat as near the playing field as I
could and kept my eyes on him more than on the game. It gave me a
hardon to think that I had sucked on his jock strap, maybe the very one
he was wearing at that moment. His dick and balls were rubbing against
the cloth where my lips and tongue had been. I knew that was as close
as I would ever get to his crotch, but the thought turned me on. By
then I was hot and horny.
I also had to piss. As soon as my dick soften, I hurried to the
nearest toilet. It was one of those big stadium toilets with rows
of urinals. I took one and was immediately joined by an middle-aged
gentleman. He was handsome with grey hair. I noticed he was looking
at my dick which was still semi hard. He commented on it, and I tried
to pass it off saying it stayed hard. He reached over and took it in
his hand while I was still pissing. I could not very well pull away
and piss on myself, and by the time I had finished, I was getting to
enjoy the feel of his hand. He told me to follow him, and he walked
into a stall. I looked and saw no was there but us, and then quickly I
followed him. I had never had sex with anyone ten years older than I,
and it gave me a sense of excitement. I was bone hard again.
When I opened the door, he was sitting on the stool waiting.
Without a word he pulled out my dick, admired it briefly, and then
plunged down on it taking it fully. I let out a gasp. I couldn't
believe it! He had my long dick completely down his throat. His nose
was in my pubic hair. Then he began to hum, and I could feel the
muscles in his throat massaging the whole shaft of my dick. I grabbed
him by the head about the time he was coming up for air. As soon as I
heard him breath, I pushed his head back down on my dick. It was more
than I could take. I started unloading what felt like a quart of cum
into his throat. Overhead the crowd was roaring over a touch down. I
let out a yell all my own. I, too, had scored. The man stood and
started pumping his own dick. With a great sense of appreciation, I
took his dick in my own hand and within ten seconds, he was shooting a
long stream of cum on the floor. The crowd above roared at the extra
point. My older friend yelled with them.
When I reached the exit, I stopped, wrote my name and number on a
piece of paper, and gave it to him. I told him I was ready for a
repeat any time he was. He looked surpised and then smiled broadly.
Our team won that night, and I was happy, not so much for their
victory as for mine. I had had my first sex with an older man,
and I damned well like it! For the rest of the game, I kept thinking
about how many times I had gone to a bar and chosen to go home with
some young kid who wanted to suck my cock, but when he got down to it,
he was terrible. That guy in the toilet was a pro in dick sucking, and
I wanted to be just as good. I decided next time I was sucking on
Phil's big dick that I would do it justice.
The next Wednesday I stayed after school with a student
committee. It was nearly four thirty when I locked my room and
started for the exit. The school was deserted. As I passed the gym I
thought about Phil's big dick. I put my hands in my pocket to pull out
my car keys, and as I did, a key fell on the floor. It was the key to
the coach's office that Phil had given me to lock up. I reminded
myself to return it. But then I thought about those sexy pictures in
the gym office and the coach's jock strap, and I decided to return the
key right then.
No one was in the gym or the locker room. The office was closed
and I knew it was locked. God that was exciting! I walked
quietly up to the door and slipped in the key. Suppose I got caught?
Hell, hadn't Phil given me a key? What could he say? Besides, who was
to catch me? People run away from school at three o'clock as if it
were on fire.
By now I was on fire with excitement. My dick was rock hard. I
turned the lock and easied open the door. The first thing I
noticed was that the bathroom door was open and letting light into the
dark office. My heart skipped a beat. Was someone in the bathroom or
shower? Then I saw him. Standing next to his desk with his back
toward me and totally naked was Coach Johns. I figured he had just
come out of the shower. I caught a brief view of his beautiful ass,
before He turned around quickly with a startled look on his face. I
was equally startled to see had a huge hardon that was shinny wet. His
face changed to a smile, and he spoke to someone I could not see,
"Well, look who's here." He motioned me in and told me to lock the
door. I moved in a daze. He motioned me to come to him. As I did I
saw Phil standing on the other side of him I wondered where he had
come from. I had not seen him when I walked in. Phil was also naked.
"Phil tells me you know what to do with a hard dick," he said very
friendly as if telling me I was a good football player. "How about
giving me a sample." It was neither a request nor a suggestion. It
was a demand, and I responded enthusiastically. I was on my knees at
once and sucked his wet dick deep in my mouth. It was big, but not as
big as Phil's. It was a long narrow one, and as soon as I got it good
and wet, I thought about the older man in the stadium, and I sucked
that cock all the way down to the base. My nose was nestled in the
pubic hairs of the coach, and I was sniffing up his glorious aromas.
When I did this, he yelled, and I looked up and his arms were up in the
air like a referee at a touchdown. I guess he thought he had scored.
I knew I had.
After I had sucked for a couple of minutes, the coach reached down
and pulled me to my feel. He told Phil to help me out of my
clothes, and the two of them began undressing me. I made no effort to
help them. They were in control.
When Phil pulled down my pants, my hard dick sprang right out
toward coach Johns. He took hold of it and laid it atop his cock
and queezed the two together and said, "Well, well. What have we here,
Phil? The little English teacher does have a cock. One to be proud
of." Phil grumbled that it was not as big as his. Coach told him no
one had him beat in that department. "Why don't we see what he can do
with this long dong?" he said to Phil pulling hard on my dick.
Phil looked a little hurt and asked if he had to, and the coach
told him to go to it. With those words, he pushed me down in a
chair, and reluctantly Phil got on his knees between my legs. Then it
came to me why I did not see him when I walked into the office. He was
on his knees sucking the coach. This thought hit me about the time
Phil's mouth hit my dick. He nibbled on it until the coach told him to
get with it. Then Phil set into blowing me like a pro. Jesus! could
he suck dick. I could not believe it. That bastard who had forced me
to blow him was now between my legs eating up my cock like a hungry son
of a bitch. What a slight! I was in heaven.
But I did not get to see much of Phil, for at that moment the
coach turned my head and pushed his hot cock right down my throat,
and I went for it full tilt. And while I sucked on the idol of my
dreams, he kept talking to me in that deep bass voice of his offering
me words of encouragement and telling me how good I could suck cock.
Then he told Phil to check out my balls. Obediently, Phil went for my
balls and gave them a good licking.
"How's that ass of his look, Phil?" coach Johns asked. "You'd
better check it. See if it needs cleaning."
Phil lifted my legs and without even looking, he buried his mouth
on my asshole. Then he started giving me a tongue fucking that
about sent me to the moon.
"Get it juiced up," said the coach. "I think I'll have me some
tale of an Englishman." He laughed at his little joke and then
pulled out his dick and reached down and picked me up in his arms as if
I were a little kid. He carried me to a cot in the corner and laid me
down. Phil handed him some lubicant, and without a word he lifted my
legs and looked straight into my eyes as he easied his dick nonstop
right into my asshole. I did not flinch. This was a fuck I had only
dreamed about, and I was completely ready. His pleasure was mine. He
began his movements in and out keeping eye contact with me all the
time. His dick felt marvelous in my ass. He could have fucked me all
night. I knew it was the best fuck of my life, and I wanted it to
last. He did too, for he would bring himself up to climax and then
slow down. The whole time he fucked me, he only spoke once. He said,
"You got some asshole, here. I think this is as good as my old lady's
pussy. I may have to make a habbit of this." With these words he shot
an atheletic load of cum up my willing ass. Then he fell across my
chest and just lay there until his dick soften and slipped out of me.
He got up to go to the shower, and I looked up and saw Phil in
animal heat. "Can I have some?" he asked. The coach told him to
be easy on me and went to the shower. Phil waited until the coach was
in the shower and the water was running. Then he looked at me and
said, "You little slut. You think you're something because he made me
suck you. Well, I hope you liked it because now it's time to pay me
back."
He came up close and I reached up and pulled his big dick in my
mouth, but he pulled it out. "Nope," he said with a wicked
smile. "I want some of what he got."
I did not think it possible take Phil's dick up my ass, but as
they say about a will making its own way, so Phil's dick made its
journey into my ass. I can not say it was all fun. At first, I
thought I would die, but Phil started in on his sweet talk, and soon he
had his huge cock buried out of sight in my hole. Maybe the coach had
warmed me up, but I not only took Phil's dick but began to enjoy it.
Fortunately, he cummed soon, and it was all over. He went into the
shower as the coach was coming out.
As soon as Phil got into the shower, the coach sat down beside me
on the cot. He rubbed my dick and said he had really enjoyed it
and wanted it again soon. I said any time. Then he said he enjoyed it
so much that he would like to pay me back but that I must not tell
Phil. I agreed and was wondering what he meant. He looked me fully in
the eyes again, and then he leaned over and sucked my dick into his
mouth. I could not believe the sight before my eyes. That beautiful,
handsome, manly, atheletic face was in my crotch. My dick was sinking
in and out of his mouth. He was tonguing the head of my dick. I could
not take anymore. I fire a load of cum into his mouth without warning,
but he continue sucking until my dick was soft in his mouth. He gently
licked my balls until we heard the water stop running in the shower and
knew that Phil was finished.
As the three of us were leaving the gym office, the coach said to
Phil that he was glad we had worked things out with the English
teacher and that the three of us would have to get together several
times a week after school to go over our game plans. I asked if we
would run the same play over. The coach laughed and said he had
several we could try. I decided right then that I loved sports.
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