Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 11:32:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hunter Wyatt <hwyatt6143@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Seducing the Sport Shop Assistant - 3

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SEDUCING THE SPORTS SHOP ASSISTANT - 3

Beau was daydreaming, his clear blue eyes staring far off out the window,
long eyelashes fluttering in the slight breeze coming in. His Year 12
English teacher, Sean Montgomery, was talking animatedly about the Thane of
Cawdor's ambition and Lady Macbeth's role in furthering that ambition. "Now
Lady Macbeth is quite ambitious herself and she says to Macbeth 'Yet do I
fear thy nature; It is too full of the milk of human kindness.' What do you
boys reckon this means?" Mr Montgomery queried, a masculine teacherly smile
on his face, his voice warm and youthful but surprisingly deep. "Breast
milk?" Tom Guinness, resident class stud, piped up. The class erupted with
laughter, Mr Montgomery shaking his head, still smiling. "Afraid not,
Tom. It's the Thane of Cawdor who is too full of the milk of human kindness
and I'm not sure that there's any historical precedent for men producing
breast milk." The class, realising Tom had mixed up his characters in the
play, laughed again, this time at Tom, and Tom grinned sheepishly, showing
white teeth and stretching one freckled tanned arm back to scratch his
head.

Beau, watching the exchange, turned back to his daydream. He was thinking
of Tony and the intense sexual experience he had had at the sports
store. That was over two weeks ago now but he still had erotic dreams about
it at night. The image of Tony's piercing green eyes, stubbled jaw and
heavy swinging dick as he fingerfucked Beau in the arse with his thick
stubby fingers roughly and called him a sissy boy-whore flashed in Beau's
mind and his teen cock instantly turned erect in his light grey school
trousers. Beau had experienced a growth spurt in his last year at high
school and his private school uniform was too tight. His trousers with the
28-inch waist was close to bursting, the seat of the pants fitting around
the male jut of his pert adolescent bum-cheeks like clingwrap, the buttocks
sitting high and full. Beau shifted in his seat, trying to release the
pressure of the tight pants on his expanding teen cock, but to no avail.

Beau had returned to the sports shop the very next day after the hot sexual
encounter. Being young and impressionable, and Tony being the first man who
had taken Beau's oral and anal virginity, Beau had become obsessed with
Tony and wanted to see him again. Tony, however, was not to be seen. He had
asked the young female shop assistant where Tony was and she had said that
Tony had gone back to the Sydney branch of the store at Parramatta. Beau's
heart sank to his feet and when he had got home, he had gone straight to
his room, ignoring his dad, and cried. Eventually, lying on his lean tummy,
his tousled blond head sunk deep into the pillows, Beau had fallen asleep
dreaming about Tony. His dad, too busy with work, barely noticed Beau's
locking himself into his room and his mum had still been out with his two
brothers.

"Mr Kelly, if I might divert your attention away from whatever you're
daydreaming about to share with the class as to whether you think Lady
Macbeth is responsible for the tragedy that is Macbeth, that would make my
day." Beau's school was one of the most expensive private schools in the
country and all the teachers addressed the boys by their last names. Mr
Montgomery was looking at Beau sternly, his dark green eyes narrowed into
an enquiring squint. Sean Montgomery was one of those rare young male
English teachers who also possessed all the masculine traits that impressed
teenage boys and caused them to idolise him. He was mad about footy,
supported Hawthorn, and would also play footy with the boys. Fresh-faced,
he was blessed with deep-set green eyes with flecks of brown, a fine
straight nose and a lean square jaw. He kept his hair short and neat in the
latest fashion and usually wore fitted plain long-sleeved shirts,
slim-fitted chinos that clung around his ample crotch-basket, and classy
but fashionable slim ties. Tall - he was six foot one and played as ruckman
with his local footy club on weekends - he had the same buff muscular bod
as Ben Cousins minus the tattoos.

The other boys all called him Monty amongst themselves and they still
talked about the time Monty changed into his footy gear on the footy field,
shucking his business shirt and revealing a very lean upper torso with
massive balled shoulders, swollen biceps and pronounced veins across his
biceps and forearms. His pecs were flat slabs of muscle, well-proportioned
with extreme definition. The boys were in awe. "Monty's a tank! Look at
those massive guns!" The boys whispered with possessive pride as Monty took
off his slacks, revealing clean white Calvin Kleins and a bulging basket
and put on very short white footy shorts. That very day had been Monty's
birthday and at the conclusion of the game, the boys, overcome by the
vision of Monty in his undies, had grabbed Monty and lifted him off his
feet. Lying spreadeagled on his back as he was supported in the air by the
circle of boys, Monty had protested as the boys sated their curiosity by
peeling off his footy guernsey, revealing his swollen pecs and pink
nipples. His skin was flawless and his complexion was a deep golden
tan. Monty obviously waxed his chest and nipple hair regularly so his
smooth, lean and sweaty torso gleamed richly in the sun. The only body hair
were the two golden tufts of hair sprouting like small bushes from Monty's
armpits and a thin snail trail starting from Monty's belly button down
underneath the short white footy shorts that were now stretched tight
around Monty's strong splayed thighs. The boys were stunned into awestruck
silence as they pondered what they should do with the perfect young adult
male specimen that they had under their control in front of them, an
example of what each of them hoped they would mature into when they
themselves became young adults. Whether it was the sweet male odour from
Monty's damp armpits or the glimpses of Monty's soaked white undies through
the legs of his shorts, the boys were overcome with the teen hormones
raging in their system, despite the fact that they were all quite decidedly
heterosexual, and, in the midst of Monty's continued protestations, grabbed
the waistband of his footy shorts and slowly, reverently, stripped the
shorts down, revealing Monty's virile babymaker cupped handsomely by his
undies. Monty very obviously dressed to the left and was an impressive
shower, the flaccid cock a dangerous looking coiled snake that was being
hidden from view by a small piece of wet cotton.

Again, the boys were faced with a decision and Sean, as if stunned by the
situation in which he found himself, had stopped protesting and was
paralysed with anticipation at what was going to happen. Time seemed to
expand and with aching slowness, two adolescent hands, one at each side of
the waistband of Monty's undies, peeled the undies down, revealing first
Monty's thick golden pubic bush, the smell of sweat and old urine pungent
in the air. Monty shifted uncomfortably, aware of the multiple teenage
hands supporting his buttocks, a couple of fingers digging into his
crack. Then, in silence yet again, Monty's undies were pulled further down,
unveiling part of the flaccid fat shaft of Monty's penis, eliciting groans
of appreciation from the boys, who understood that Monty was nowhere near
average in that department! And finally, as the seconds ticked slowly by,
the undies were dragged all the way down and over Monty's feet, the whole
impressive length and girth of his masculine genitals revealed to the
hungry eyes of his idolisers, the hairy swollen testicles in their saggy
sacs spreading out with their newfound freedom. Sean had always been
embarrassed about his foreskin and now, the boys could see that Monty's
dick had an impressive amount of foreskin hanging over the head. A even
stronger smell of old urine was emitted.

The boys paused to examine the revelation of this very private and intimate
part of their male hero, the one male teacher that they really looked up to
and they stored this image into their minds for future reference as a
masculine benchmark for them to measure themselves by. Sean had closed his
eyes tightly, praying that this very awkward situation would end. He knew
the boys were not being cruel. They were simply driven by deep biological
impulses and it was the combination of healthy exercise, the male
camaraderie brought about by footy and the effect of the male pheromones
being released by boyish sweat that had brought about this situation. But
Sean was a teacher and there had to be boundaries, rules that separated the
student from the teacher. And now, with the exposure of his private parts -
his pubic hair and cock and balls - Monty could not claim those boundaries
anymore. But there was still more that could be lost and Sean prayed that
he would not lose that too. And for a while, as the seconds ticked on, it
seemed that the boys would lose interest and he would be allowed to put his
clothes back on with no further mishap.

But it was not to be.

"I can see Mr Montgomery's anus! Woah, that's friggin' awesome...his arse
is really hairy. His crack is like stuffed full of hair...!" That was Alex
Papadopoulos. On hearing that, Sean involuntarily flexed his anus, the pink
anal bud winking behind the forest of hair. It was just a spontaneous
reaction but Alex caught the motion and chattered on, "Did you see that? Mr
Montgomery's anus just moved...that's pretty cool man! Can I touch it?" And
without waiting for an answer, Alex placed a warm finger right against the
bull's eye of Sean's anal ring, the finger pushing through the arse hair
and contacting the wrinkled anal bud. Sean's green eyes opened with panic;
his arse was the most sensitive part of him and the boy's innocent touch
had sent tendrils of electricity through his body. "Wow, Mr Montgomery's
anus feels great...and the hair!" Alex began to rub against Sean's
sphincter muscle, tapping the sensitive entrance and twirling the crackhair
that not even Sean's girlfriend had seen or touched before. Sean despaired
as he felt the inevitable happen.

"Hey guys, look at Mr Montgomery's penis! Shit...'cuse my language, sir,
but it's moving!!" Sean desperately tried to control the blood flow to his
nether regions, but he was a young red-blooded male, and there was no way
that he could stop the inevitable from happening. Sean's fat shaft began to
uncoil, the girth thickening dramatically and the shaft straightening
upwards in violent pulses, each twitch a dramatic escalation in the
elevation of Sean's cock. The cockhead swelled, pushing against the excess
foreskin, and the foreskin suddenly parted, peeling back swiftly as the
cock pulsed, revealing a glossy mushroom head. The mushroom head formed a
formidable mushroom cap over the shaft, the head an angry purple. "Woah, Mr
Montgomery!" The boys gasped collectively in admiration, their gaze on
Sean's erecting organ. Sean's powerful testicles churned in their sacs, the
left testicle higher than the right. Sean's fat cock continued to expand
and as the cock reached its full growth, the cock's girth was as thick as a
beer can, the length an impressive 10 inches. The cock was extremely hard
so that its weightiness did not drag it down and the cock pulsed quickly
above Sean's belly even though he was lying backwards. Because Sean's
raging tool was so swollen, the foreskin was stretched to its max, the
frenulum straining. A single shiny pearl of precum stood at the tip of
Sean's cocktip, the shaft quivering with sexual arousal.

"That's enough now, boys! Put me down now!" Sean commanded weakly, his
voice cracking and his face flushed red with embarrassment and panic as he
watched the one intimate part of himself he never thought would be exposed
to his students, much less fully aroused and hard, wave in the air. As he
struggled feebly, the clear bead of precum slid over the edge of his glans,
forming a thread that dangled stickily in the air. Sean groaned, as his
overactive penile muscles squeezed two or three more beads of precum from
his excited cock, the beads rolling over and extending the dangling thread
of precum.

The boys looked at each other as Sean struggled, his biceps straining, the
veins popping. Sean, however, did not want to hurt the boys, so could not
struggle too much. His fully aroused cock waved in the air, the golden
pubic thatch surrounding the base of the organ attractively. Alex, the
curious boy, could not control himself - Mr Montgomery's penis just looked
so amazingly large to him - and he moved his hand towards Sean's cock. Sean
noticed movement at his groin and saw that Alex was about to place his hand
on his most intimate part. Before Sean could react, Alex's hand grabbed
around the fat girth of the aroused dick. Alex's touch was electricity and
Alex gasped wonderingly at the steel-like hardness and veininess of Monty's
adult cock. Alex couldn't help himself and gave Sean's cock two swift
jerks, the foreskin covering the head and then peeling back, the precum
forming a glossy coat over the angry red mushroom head. Sean moaned in
despair as he felt the familiar sensation of cum beginning to gather at the
base of his full adult male scrotal sacs.

"Noo....fuck.....noooo, this can't be happening......oh
shit......boys...look away...please....oh fuck no.......!" Sean pleaded,
his deep voice hoarse with exertion. The boys could not stop watching,
their gazes focused on Monty's impressively large and erect
organ. Suddenly, Sean sucked in a deep breath, his eyes half-closing, his
sexy mouth half-open as he climaxed. His strong washboard abs contracted as
his fat beer-can cock fired a neverending deluge of thick white cum into
the air.  Sean had been saving a week's worth of cum for his girlfriend
that night and he had always been a voluminous cummer. Now however, all
that cum was being expelled through his violently jerking cock, the hairy
testicles churning around, the cum so thick and continuous that it appeared
as if Sean was urinating cum. The boys watched mesmerised at Monty's
cockhead ejecting the cum, jaws open, as their favourite teacher's shower
of cum flew violently through the air to land messily on Sean's distraught
face. Sean could not help groaning as he came, the cum covering his eyes
and nose and mouth, slowly dripping down his preppy handsome face. More cum
dribbled down his shaft, flowing down around the base of his dick, down his
balls and into his anus, which was gaping open slightly now after all that
clenching during his ejaculation and a white pool of his cum had collected
inside his anus. "Mr Montgomery...wow...that's amazing!" The boys placed
Monty down gently on the field, his fat beer-can cock still hard and waving
in the air, the final drops of cum still pearling at the tip of the blunt
tip and slowly sliding down the rigid shaft. As Sean realised what he had
done in front of the students that he taught, he teared up and covered his
face, not saying a word, his sweaty armpits exposed, the dense armpit hairs
wet and musky. The boys looked at each other guiltily; one of them nudging
Alex as if to say it was all his fault. One of the more responsible
students, Andrew Taylor, grabbed a used towel from his bag. Squatting down
next to Sean, who was still soundlessly weeping, he gently held Sean's
rock-hard cock with his bare hand and squeezed the head to eject the last
remnants of cum. The cum swelled out from the slit and Andrew could smell
his teacher's cum-odour mixed in with sweat, the bittersweet aroma almost
overwhelming his senses. Andrew then used the towel to first clean around
the head softly to avoid overstimulating the already spent cock, and then
wiped lightly under the head and down the thick shaft. He lifted Sean's
saggy scrotal sacs and wiped the cum that had pooled underneath the sweaty
testicles. He then finished off by pushing up Sean's legs, bending them at
the knees, first the right then the left to expose Sean's hairy arse-crack,
the brown anus slightly visible through the wet hairs, Sean unthinkingly
obeying. Some cum had dripped down into the arse-hairs and Andrew, very
methodically, wrapped the towel around his index finger and rubbed up and
down Sean's crack, cleaning the anal hairs of cum. He then rubbed around
Sean's arsehole carefully, using circular motions to clean the hole of
cum. Being a meticulous student, Andrew then pushed his finger into Sean's
anus to get at all the cum, eliciting a soft moan from Sean, his testicles
churning. Finally, Andrew moved to Sean's face, took his hands from his
face and gently wiped his face clean of cum. The other boys took Sean's
undies and pulled it up and under his buttocks, tucking the still hard cock
reverently into his undies. Then it was his white footy shorts and his
footy guernsey. When Sean was fully dressed, the boys stood around him
protectively, waiting for his instructions.

Sean stood up, his eyes red, his hard beer-can cock still a big bulge in
his footy shorts. He tried to speak but his voice cracked and he paused.
Then he continued, "Pack up your things boys...have a good rest at home and
I'll see you back at school tomorrow. Remember to do your homework."  The
boys murmured their assent and started picking up their bags and leaving
the field. As Sean watched them go, he wondered how he would ever face his
boys again.