Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 22:31:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Vashon Logwood <blaxmax20@excite.com>
Subject: The Coming of Steve Walker 2

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where you are then you got to leave. This is my fiction so in no way am I
saying that this really happened. Its just my dirty little fantasy that I
want to share with you. SO don't get mad. But if you want to send a shout
out to me then hit me back at blaxmax20@excite.com.


The Coming of Steve Walker


Part 2

	Music sifted across the empty classroom to Steve Walker. Mr. Waler
was sitting in his chair grading paper from his class periods. He was a
proud teacher. He was proud how much his students had improved in their
writing and reading comprehension skills since he came to the school.
Generally this was making him happy until he ran across a name. Just the
sight of the name caused Steve to pring a hardon. The name was Phil
Hamilton. Phil Hamilton was the school's quarterback. Blond haired, blue
eyed 175 pounds of boy muscle. He was one arrogant guy and he was a smart
aleck also. But he carried himself with a confidence that most of the
students in the school could learn from. But Phil was a "d" average student
that some how still managed to pass all his classes. Steve read the paper
and as much as he wanted to put a "c" on the paper. It was clearly "d"
work. There was no focus or effort put into the paper.

	The next day in class things went smoothly. The class discussed
their mid terms coming up and went over some key information that would be
on the test. The student listened intensely and took notes. All but one
took note. Phil just sat back in his chair and stared out the window. Steve
didn't make a big deal out of it. He just continued to teach. Near the end
of the class, Steve passes back the papers he graded the day before.
Everyone beside Phil was excted about the raise in their grades. Then the
bell rung and everyone flew out of the classroom except for Phil. Phil
slowly approached the desk where Steve was sitting. "You can't give me
this....it'll get me kicked off of the football team," Phil pleaded.
"Football is the only way I will even have a chance at going to college,"
Phil threw in. Steve felt a bit of sympathy but he also knew he wasn't
helping the student if he simply passed him. "If you want, I can give you
tutoring sessions," Steve offered. "I don't have time for that shit," Phil
angrily spit out. "Well then you do it at home because if these grades keep
up football days will be numbered," Steve said softly staring at the
youth. Steve hoped that this would cause him to ask for extra help then he
could get his grades up. Phil kicked the desk and stalked out of the
class. Phil anger was masking the fear that he had about getting kicked off
the football. Steve simply smirked thinking to himself that if he wasn't a
teacher he would have really scared him for kicking his desk.

	Phil raced to the Coach. Coach was laying back in his office
catching some sleep between physical education classes. The 210 pound, blue
eye ex-military officer body quickly spranged up as he felt someone enter
the office. "Oh, its my favorite football player. "The black english
teacher is threatening to fail me...and if I fail I wont be able to play on
the football team," Phil said adding a few fake sobs to the line. Coach lit
up with anger as this was being told to him. "I'll talk to the teacher,"
Coach promised Phil. Phil smiled and thought to himself that things were
all taken care of. Coach left out of the office and stomped through the
hall on the way to Steve's classroom. Steve was sitting back in his chair
when his door flew opened. The shock of the situation went instantly into
Steve's body. "You tryna flunk my quarterback...that wouldn't be good," the
coach said to Steve. Steve stood up and asked the Coach," Please leave."
The Coach laughed and turned like he was leaving but caught Steve's arm and
swung it around. Coach had Steve in a hold now. Steve struggled to get
lose. "Listen girly man, Phil passes this class is that clear," the Coach
whisphered in his ear. The Coach was feeling Steve up and grinding into
Steve's ass. Steve was faking anger and put up a good fake struggle. But
Steve was enjoying himself. "If Phil brings you a blank paper...its an "A"
got it,"said the coach. Steve nodded as the Coach let him go and walked to
the door. "Thanks for the good time....next time you might be naked," the
coach said laughing all the way out of the class. Steve started laughing
because his mind had already gathered a plan together.

	The next day in class, Phil laughs throughout the whole class
daring the teacher to do something. He was being defiant. And now that Phil
knew how the teacher got punked into passing him, he was not going to let
it pass so easily. The bell rung and finally the day was over. Steve
removes his shirt revealing a muscle set body and he put on a wife beater.
Then he rushed out of the classroom headed to the Coaches office. The Coach
was in his office watching last week game on the VCR with 3 other players
from the team. One of those player was Phil Hamilton. They were
concentrating on the tape to see why their defense was so weak at that
game. Steve bust into the office. The Coach smiles and goes to cut off the
tape. The Coach flashes a smile at his players who were al silent. Steve
lunged for the Coach grabbing him. The Coach breaks and grabs Steve again
and takes him to the ground. Steve's ass was up in the air. Suddenly, Steve
flipped the Coach over and the Coach landed flat on his stomach. He was
unable to reverse it. Steve reaches back and pulls the Coach's short
down. The hairy ass of the Coach is revealed. Steve takes his finger and
licks it. The finger found the coach's hole and it was pushed in without a
second thought. The ass ate the finger up quickly. The Caoch wasn't knew to
this. "I'm glad to know that they're still teaching you muscle headed
military guy something," Steve jokingly threw out. The finger began to fuck
the ass. The Coach held on as long as he could but when Steve picked up the
speed coach was moaning. Coach arched his ass out almost silently asking to
be fucked. Steve unzipped his pants and fished out his 9 inches of joy. The
players all took a breath in and held it. Steve positioned his tool to
Coach's ass. Then he eneter the coach slowly when he felt the coach reach
back and pull him into him completely. Steve fucked the coach with fever.
His muscle arched with each thrust. There was anger in those push in fucks.
Phil was amazed at the feriousity of the teacher's fucking. Then Steve came
inside the Coach. Steve had marked his territory. He quickly pulled himself
together and stood in the middle of the floor. "Boys, hes all yours," Steve
offered the players. The other two player quickly remove their clothes and
made the Coach suck them off. Steve turned to leave. "And you are still
failing my class....and only of you work will you get past it," Steve said
leaving. He felt bad and wanted his students to pass. "Follow me to the
hallway Phil," Steve spoke before waliking out of the gym. Phil was afraid
but he knew that if Steve had wanted to do anything to him he would
have. Phil arrived in the hallway to find Steve waiting there. For some
reason, Phil couldn't take his eyes off of Steve's muscle arms. "I'll make
a deal with you," Steve said leaning against the lockers. "What type of
deal?" questioned Phil. "If you pass the mid term with an 80% or more then
you stay on the football team and I let you fuck me," Steve shot out. "Fuck
me in front of your team," Steve added. "And if I lose," Phil said. "You
don't play football for a while," Steve said hoping this would ignite him
to study. Phil thought for a minute then he came up to Steve Walker and
whisphere in his ear,"you better get that ass oiled up." Steve smiled to
himself as the cocky student walked away. Getting an ass fucking and the
humiliatiion was worth taking to get a student on the right track.


       To be continued.....Don't ask me when but I usually get off my butt
of people write me and tell me they want it.