Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2008 04:00:41 -0500
From: Manny Oaks <mannyoaks@gmail.com>
Subject: Our Secret - 5

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Our Secret (Part 5)


Driving home, my mind was full of so many images; so many moments and
memories I felt compelled to jerk off, even so soon after my encounter
with that boy.   I remembered so vividly the way he smelled and
tasted; how his insides felt wrapped around my cock.

But I found myself lost in still more memories.  Not just tonight, but
images of being a boy.. a teenager, even, letting a grown man have his
way with every part of my body, using it for whatever he pleased.  I'd
buried most of these thoughts, but every now and again something
simple, like the word "Sir," triggers memories I'd perhaps almost
forgotten.  There'd been Mr. Keane, of course.  But there were other
people too, other men, even boys with whom I'd made a quiet promise.
Never to tell our secret.  Never to get anyone in trouble.

In the months after Mr. Kean took my virginity, he and I carried on
our secret behavior.  Sometimes it was after school, when most of the
other kids had gone home to play and finish up homework, that he would
take me into the storage closet in the back of the classroom to suck a
load out of his cock.  Other times I'd ride my bike over to his
house,with my empty portfolio bag dangling from one hand, a ruse to
anyone who might wonder what a kid was doing at the bachelor teacher's
house when most kids were just finishing supper with their families.
Once, during one of his free periods, he took me into his art closet
once again, where he turned me around and fervently ate my ass out
while stroking his cock.

It wasn't every day, not even every week, really.  But it almost
seemed at times as if he was trying to carefully balance the amount of
time we spent together as teacher and student, or even as friends,
with the time he spent seducing me or making me do sexual things.  He
never let on during classes or when teachers were around that there
was anything more to our relationship than that of a prized pupil and
his instructor.  Every now and again he'd look at me and there would
be a flash of... of something between lust and admiration, I guess.
But no one was ever the wiser.  No one, of course, except for Mr.
Smith, the janitor.

I'd never told Mr. Keane about what happened that day in the bathrooms
by the shop.  There was something about Mr. Smith that scared me too
much to say anything about it.  I was sure to avoid those restrooms,
but I still Saw Mr. Smith from time to time.  He usually didn't speak
to me when we ran into eachother.  Instead, he'd just narrow his eyes
and give a thin-lipped smile.   It was eerie and unsettling, and my
face would turn a million shades of crimson every time he did it.

Midterm season was fast approaching.  In most of my classes, there was
only one test separating me from my midterms.  Biology was a
particularly difficult subject for me, and when the day came to take
the last normal test of the semester, I panicked.  We'd done so many
dissections and learned so many terms, but I could barely remember
most of them.  I reasoned that if I skipped the test, I could make it
up another day.  Mr Keane wouldn't be thrilled at the idea, but I was
sure he'd give me an excusal slip if I asked for one.   I hid out in
the locker room until class began, and then took a walk through the
empty halls, down to the art room to ask Mr. Keane for a pass.

The art room door was locked when I got to it.  This was expected, as
Mr. Keane had his lunch that period.  He'd made me a key to the art
room a month prior, and said it was a symbol of his trust in me.   It
was strange, but it really did make me feel a little special.   I was
wary, but I really wanted to believe that Mr. Keane prized me above
the other students for more than the sex we had.

I quietly unlocked the door, closing it gently behind me.  I set my
books on one of the tables and turned to the back of the room for Mr.
Keane's office.  There was a closet door beside it, and if not for the
"Office" sign which hung on the office door, you would never guess
which was which.  I reached for the office door, and just as my hand
grabbed the knob, I heard a noise coming from inside.  I took a step
back, suprised and a little scared, but then I leaned toward the door
again.  The sounds coming from the office seemed frantic, and I could
hear panting.  Suddenly realizing what was going on, I quietly turned
the knob and pushed the office door open.  it squeaked slightly, and i
hesitated, but I realized I hadn't been noticed and leaned in.

Mr. Keane was in the office, with his back to the door.   His pants
were crumpled about his ankles and I could see the muscles in his
thighs and ass flex as he slammed noisily into the ass of someone I
couldn't make out yet.  He still wore his blazer and shirt, although
his hair was matted with sweat around the sides.  He was fucking some
guy from behind against his desk which hung down on chains from the
wall.  His arms were clamped around the man's chest and he had his
mouth clamped against his neck.  Muffled moans came bleeting out from
the union.

It was a student, I realized, that he was having sex with here in the
place where he'd done the same to me so many times.  The boy looked to
be older than I was, maybe even seventeen or eighteen.   He was a
little taller than Mr. Keane, and slender.  His slender body was
smooth, wrapped in gently freckled skin with long, burgeoning muscles
flexing beneath.  I could see him working in tandem with Mr. Keane,
thrusting his ass back to meet every thrust Mr. Keane gave him.   Low,
moaning breaths escaped his lips, and he would inhale sharply from
time to time.   His hands were oustretched before him, palms against
the wall, while Mr. Keane continued to worship and ravage his body.

They never missed a beat, fucking as if their lives depended on it.
The heat in the room seemed to have doubled since I'd opened the door.
 I stood there, mouth agape, watching this scene play out in front of
me as though it were a movie or a television program.  I felt hot with
anger and severely betrayed, and yet my cock was hard and throbbing in
my pants.

Mr. Keane suddenly pulled out of the boys ass and dropped to his
knees.  He crammed his face deep into the boy's ass, slurping and
slobbering as he licked and sucked at the boy's hole.   The young man
let out a righteous moan when Mr. Keane began to eat his ass, but Mr.
Keane quickly reprimanded him, his right hand smarting hotly against
the boys' tender ass.  The kid reached down and began to slowly stroke
his cock, twisting and wiggling his ass around on Mr. Keane's face.

I took a look and tried to see if I recognized him, but his short,
auburn hair immediately gave him away.  He was Matthew McFarland, a
senior on the basketball team.  I'd only had a few encounters with him
in the school year, although we shared a gym class.   I'd never have
guessed I'd see hm like this, and especially not enjoying it.   But
here he was, his head rolling back as he received what could've been
one of the soundest fucks ever given.

Mr. Keane stood up as abruptly as he'd gone down earlier. I gasped,
but once again, neither Matthew nor Mr. Keane noticed.  The teacher
slapped Matthew's ass with both hands, several times in a row, then,
grabbed his ass firmly and buried his cock in side, all the way to the
hilt in one swift motion.  Matthew let out a yelp, and quick little
moan, and then began to moan and wail in a low, frantic tone.  He
began fucking back on Mr. Keane's cock fervently, and I could see he
was stroking himself like a madman as Mr. Keane fucked him senseless.
 His head suddenly fell back against Mr. Keane's shoulder.  THe
teacher reached around with his left hand and placed it over Matthew's
mouth to muffle the load moans of pleasure.  The boy began to shake
and shudder, and even with Mr. Keane's hand over his mouth, I could
hear the cries of ecstasy as he began to shoot his load.  With each
shot, he slammed his ass back against Mr. Keane, who contined to
power-fuck his ass, seemingly oblivous to the boy's orgasm.  He again
clamped his arms around Matthew's torso, still fucking into him, even
as he shuddered and shook.  The boy moaned now, quiet little wimpers
escaping him in time with Mr. Keane's nonstop thrusts.

Suddenly, he pushed Matthew down onto the desk, sending more books and
papers flying.  A gasp of surprise forced its way from the boy's mouth
when he hit.  Mr. Keane held him down with one hand, the other now
furiously stroking his cock.  "You're gonna get fuckin' BRED, boy!" he
said darkly.  "Oh...oh yeah!!" He began to moan, his head slung back.
"Oh... Oh fuck,  FUCK Matthew, ah, fuck here it comes boy!"

He began to shoot his load on Matthew's ass and hole, stifled moans
and fits bubbling out as he came.   Matthew was still panting and
gasping from his own intense orgasm, as if he were in another world.
I watched, astonished, as Mr.  Keane began to slide his slowly
softening-cock into and out of the boy's puffy asshole once again.
Matthew tensed and tried to get up, But Mr. Keane gently forced him
down.   "Mr. Keane?" Matthew said, in a hushed tone.  He let out tiny
little whimpers, but Mr. Keane continued slowly sliding in and out of
his ass.  "So fuckin' sweet.... So sweet...   Sooo  sweet.." he
moaned.

At last he pulled his cock out of Matthew McFarland's ass.  The boy
moaned and shuddered when it came out.  Mr. Keane collapsed on top of
the boy, laughing slowly.  It was a laugh that I recognized.  But it
was a laugh I thought he'd only shared with me.  I quietly slipped
backwards and tip-toed my way back to the art room door.  I opened and
closed it just as before, then slipped off to the only place I could
think to go.

I hadn't been to these restrooms since my encounter with Mr. Smith,
but I felt there was no where else to go.  I tore into one of the
bathroom stalls, locking the door soundly and deliberately behind me.
I pulled my pants down to my ankles and sat on the plastic seat, my
throbbing cock standing up from my body like a twitching flagpole.
There was precum all over my cock, and I began to stroke it, thinking
at the same time of how hot it was to see what I'd seen, and how
betrayed I felt by my teacher.   I moaned with the pleasure my body
felt but at the same time I felt sad.  I thought our secret was
sacred, and special.  Before I even knew it, tears were coming from my
eyes, even as I stroked my cock.  I began to cry in earnest suddenly,
and hot tears spilled out and down my cheeks as I felt my orgasm
coming on.    I looked down and watched the ribbons of come flying
out, one of them splattering against the grimy stall door.  The waves
of intense pleasure flooded through me over and over.   My orgasm
ended, my load blown across the floor, I hung my head and cried.



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