Date: Thu, 6 May 2004 11:43:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teachers-Weaknesses-01

Teacher's Weaknesses
By chipster071053


DISCLAIMER: If graphic sexual material, especially that involves young teen
boys in the company of adults offends you, or is illegal where you reside,
then please skip this story. Also remember that safe sex is the only kind
of sex to have if you're having sex at all.

This story is based on the experiences of a retired teacher who
corresponded with me about opportunities not taken. Comments to the author
are appreciated at chipster071053@yahoo.com


Preface

I'm a retired school teacher. I worked in the public school system for 30
years, as a teacher and athletic coach. During that entire time, I never
told anyone I was gay, with two exceptions. My two failures at keeping my
secret. Ah, what wonderful failures they were, too.

When I retired, I moved away from the community where I taught, because I
knew I was going to come out and I didn't want there to be a lot of loose
talk. I'm happy now. I have a 35-year old lover who was just starting
school when I started teaching. He and I found each other because of his
high school experiences with his teacher. I'm glad his teacher paved the
way for me. We see him often, always socially, never in bed, although I
wouldn't hesitate to let my young lover share his bed again occasionally.

But this isn't about my coming out, or about my teacher-crazed life
partner. This is about my indiscretions while I was teaching. And about two
boys I'll never forget.

When I took my position with Jefferson High School, I was going to teach
history and physical education. After a couple of years, I added Driver's
Ed to my class schedule. About five years after I started teaching, I was
asked to coach the wrestling team, too, a position I took with reluctance,
knowing I'd have to work very, very close with some good-looking students.

I was right about working closely with them. Not minutes into the first
practice, I found myself on the floor with one of the most handsome guys
I've ever seen, my arm between his legs, demonstrating a particular hold,
feeling his rapidly hardening cock against my skin. When we broke off, I
knew he was embarrassed at the way his singlet was bulging, even with the
restraint of his jock strap.

Later, in the locker room, the boy was being kidded by his teammates, so I
took the opportunity to give the modesty lecture, reminding them that
sexual arousal was to be expected in their sport, that it wasn't abnormal
or anything to be ashamed of. It was a part of the physical contact and
they'd eventually get used to it. Turns out I was right, and wrong at the
same time.

Chapter 1 - Matt

Matt was a senior on the team the year I took over. I admired his body from
afar, watching him dress out, shower, work out and build himself into a
wonderful example of manhood. One afternoon after practice, Matt came to me
and said he was having a problem. He had very little body hair and decided
to shave his crotch after he complained that his pubic hair tended to get
tangled up in the fabric of his jock strap.

I had been a medic in 'Nam (although I spent most of my time in a clinic in
Saigon dealing with soldiers who couldn't keep their pants zipped, I did
work as an orderly and did surgery prep, shaving soldiers about to undergo
operations). I encouraged him and offered to assist him with his first
shave, showing him the proper techniques in my office the next afternoon
after practice, then letting him shower in the coaches' private locker
room.

It took a tremendous amount of willpower to keep from doing anything
sexually with his rock-solid 8-inch cock while I worked around it with that
safety razor, lathering him up, then trimming him. I let him hold his own
cock and balls, to keep them out of the way. I even suggested in jest that
he jack off in the shower to relieve his problem, which lingered on after
we were done. He took my suggestion seriously, and took several minutes
under the hot water to bring himself to a strong climax, shooting several
loads of his cum onto the shower's tile wall, which I made him wash off
before he finished his shower.

Funny thing was he never said anything to me about it afterwards.

I knew he was sexually active. I think every kid in the school did. He
never lacked a girlfriend or a date on the weekend. Rumor had it he even
got a girl knocked up, but nobody ever seemed to know which girl it
was. Truth be told, I'm sure there were more than a few boys who secretly
had a crush on him, too. He had a body and the equipment even the straight
guys admired and envied.

The night of graduation that year was a warm one, and true to his image, he
wore only a t-shirt and shorts under his gown at the ceremony. And
sandals. After it was over, I watched as he dumped his gown into the big
box where they were collecting them and saw that his t-shirt was sticking
to his body, the sweat causing his well-formed chest to be exposed under
the cloth. He got into a station wagon with a couple of other guys and a
few girls and they drove off. I thought I would never see Matt again.

Surprise. The following afternoon, Matt turned up on my doorstep, wearing
the same short shorts he'd had on the previous night. I don't know what
happened to the shirt. He was just a tad bit tipsy, too. No sign of a car,
so I wasn't sure how he got there. When I greeted him, he blushed slightly
and asked if he could come in. I didn't see any reason why he couldn't, so
I opened the door to allow him to enter past me.

After a few awkward moments, Matt finally confessed that he'd spent the
night at a motel with his friends partying and having sex. He knew he was
still tipsy and didn't want to go home until he'd had a chance to sober up,
and he thought maybe he could spend some time at my house until he was
ready to go home, so his friends had dropped him off at my house. He put me
in an uncomfortable position, but I understood his problem and told him he
could stay.

I asked if he'd like to take a shower, and he took me up on my offer. I
showed him were the bathroom was off of my bedroom and he pulled off his
shorts, revealing that he had nothing on under them. My shower was modern,
large enough that it didn't require a curtain or door, so after I adjusted
the water temperature for him, I watched as he stepped in. He wanted to
talk, so he asked if I'd stay while he showered. I sat on the toilet.

He began. "Coach, I just want to tell you how much I've appreciated working
with you this past year. I've learned a lot from you. But I have to admit,
I keep thinking about you helping me shave my privates and it gets me
horny. I haven't said anything to you up until now because I was your
student and you were my teacher, but now that I've graduated, everything's
changed. Coach, I think I'm gay."

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

"Last night, three of us guys decided we'd take our girls and have a
party. We all got drunk and got naked and wound up screwing the girls all
night. Hell, I'd fucked before, but I'd never been around anyone else
fucking at the same time until last night. Tadd and I wound up screwing one
of the girls at the same time. I shoved my cock up her ass while Tadd
pounded her pussy and I have to admit that the feel of Tadd's cock running
along side of mine inside of her really got me excited. I think that turned
me on more than corn holing her did."

"Why are you telling me all of this, Matt?" I asked.

"Because I need to tell somebody and you're the only guy I've had any
personal experience with. I got so damned horny when you shaved my crotch
and you never said anything about my boner. You acted so cool and I just
figured I could talk to you."

I looked at this naked jock in my shower for a few seconds and realized
that his cock was hard as a rock and I suspected that if the water wasn't
on, I'd see a little string of pre-cum oozing from it's tip. I didn't
realize I was about to open a door I never thought about opening.

"Sure, Matt. Go ahead, I'll listen."

"Thanks, Coach. Well, anyway, Jeff was laying on the bed, getting a blowjob
from the other two girls while Tadd and I were screwing and I got turned on
watching his cock go from mouth to mouth. About that time, I shot my wad up
Tracy's ass, so I pulled out to let Tadd finish. I got off of the bed and
went over to where Jeff and Mandy and Sherry were sucking on him and laid
down next to him. I really thought that maybe the girls would try to revive
my cock, but Jeff reached over and started jacking me off. I was in
shock. Other than you, no guy has ever touched my cock and never the way he
did. Mandy reached over and started playing with my balls while she sucked
on him, but my hard-on came back because he was playing with me. It felt so
cool. I didn't want him to stop, but about that time he shot his load all
over the girls' faces. I was hard, so Mandy jumped onto me and slid down
over my cock, Jeff's cum dripping off of her face and onto her boobs while
she rode me. Jeff started eating out Sherry, but I reached over and grabbed
his cock to jack him and he smiled at me before his face disappeared
between her legs. I felt him getting harder and harder in my hand and
finally he pulled away to slide into Sherry.

"Mandy finally got me off, then she caught me off guard by going over to
where Tadd was fucking Tracy and she started licking Tadd's balls. That put
Tadd over the edge and I could see his cum dribbling out of Tracy's
pussy. Mandy did, too, and she started lapping it up. Tadd slid out and she
sucked his cock clean, then she started licking the cum out of Tracy. Tadd
stood up to watch it, and he turned to see what I was doing. He didn't
realize I was so close to the bed, and his cock slapped me in the face. I
don't know why, but instead of moving away, Tadd just stood there, his cock
just above my lips. It got closer and closer to my mouth, and the next
thing I knew, he was pushing the head of his cock into my mouth, and I was
taking it.

"Coach, it was so great! Not just from having fucked Tracy, but the taste
of his cock drove me crazy. I could smell the sweat and the cum in his
crotch. I was sucking on his cock and he started to fuck my face, his cock
getting hard again in my mouth. He laid down on the bed next to me, his
head down toward my crotch, and after a few minutes, I felt something warm
on my cock. He'd started licking it. I got hard again really quick and he
sucked me into his mouth and started giving me a blowjob, too.

"We were 69ing like crazy and the other kids stopped what they were doing
and watched us. Tadd and I got each other off in no time flat. He shot so
much into my mouth that I almost gagged. I didn't know what else to do, so
I swallowed it. When I shot, he spit it out onto the sheets. As he got up,
Tracy gave him a big wet kiss and shoved her tongue down his throat, then
she winked at me.

"Jeff said that was hot watching us and one of the girls, I think it was
Sherry, asked if he wanted to give one of us a blow job, and he said no,
but he was ready to screw her again, so they got back on the bed and
started fucking. Tadd and I were spent, so Tracy and Mandy decided to play
with each other. Tadd looked at me and asked if I'd ever done anything like
that before, and I said no, and he said he hadn't either. Then he looked at
me and said he wasn't a homo or anything and made me promise I'd never tell
anyone about it. And I won't... except you."  "Wow," I said, not knowing
what else to say. I noticed that Matt had started slowly jacking himself
off while he talked. I'm not even sure he realized he was doing it. "So why
are you telling me all of this?"

"Because, Coach, I think maybe I am a homo. I really enjoyed it, even more
than the screwing. And I realize that I'm also attracted to you."

The first thing out of my mouth wasn't a denial, wasn't a reprimand, wasn't
anything to push him away. I said, "I'm flattered, thank you."

"So you're cool with a guy wanting you?" Matt asked.

I had thought many times about watching him naked. I had jacked off more
than once remembering watching his cock bounce while I moved that razor
around it, wishing I had taken hold of it, jacked him off when I had a
chance, maybe giving him a blow job right there on the spot. How I had
thought often about how I wished I had joined him in the shower when he
jacked off, how I wish I could have gotten off with him.

I lied.

"I hadn't really thought about it, Matt."

"But it doesn't turn you off or make you want to throw me out, does it?"

"No, I'm open-minded, I guess."

I saw Matt staring at my crotch, which had a huge bulge in it.

"Coach, would you join me in the shower?"

"I really shouldn't, you know."

"Why not, Coach? You're not my teacher anymore. I'm 18, you're an adult and
I can tell you want me, don't you?"

I'd been outed, and at that moment, I didn't care. For the first time in my
life, someone was throwing their body at me and I wasn't thinking about
anything but the bulge between my legs and the hard cock in front of me. I
started to strip. Matt watched me take my clothes off, then he reached out
and grabbed my cock and pulled me into the shower.

Instinctively our lips met and we began a long, passionate kiss as the
water ran over the two of us. I'd never kissed anyone the way I was Matt at
that moment. I don't think he'd ever kissed another guy like this before,
either, but his lengthy experience with girls gave him plenty of practice
for that moment. My hand strayed down and grasped his manhood and we slowly
jacked each other as we embraced.

That kiss lasted for a long, long time. By the time we were done, we were
both so horny that we were ready to shoot our loads, but that's not what
Matt had in mind.

Without saying a word, Matt let go of me and pushed my hand away from his
crotch, then he dropped to his knees and sucked my cock in. It happened so
suddenly that I took in a sharp breath as the feelings caught hold of
me. I'd never had my cock sucked before by woman nor man and it felt
incredible.

And for some reason, the erotic, guilty feeling crept over me. The
realization struck me that there was an 18 year old kid sucking on my 25
year old cock, that he had been a student of mine just yesterday and now he
wanted to be my lover today. I shot my load into his mouth and he swallowed
every drop. He pulled back off of my cock, and he licked it, cleaning what
he could from the head of it before the shower's water rinsed it off. He
stayed on his knees and looked up at me.

"Coach, do you want to suck me off now?"

"Yes," I said, "but not here. We're starting to run out of hot water. Why
don't we dry off and go into the bedroom."

Matt smiled at me like he'd just won the championship at a meet. He grabbed
a couple of towels and we dried each other off. He practically ran into the
bedroom and fell onto the bed, his hard cock pointing toward the ceiling. I
was right about the pre-cum. It was dribbling out and running down the
shaft. I told him to get up so I could pull the bedspread off. I yanked the
covers off of the bed so that the only thing left was the bottom sheet,
then I sat down and pulled him over to me, his cock level with my mouth.

I pulled him into me. My hands went around and cupped his ass cheeks as I
started sucking on his young manhood. It was the first cock I had ever
sucked. Matt was right. It tasted wonderful. And it didn't take him long to
shoot, either. I took it all, held it in my mouth as long as I could to
savor it, then swallowed every bit of it, without letting his shaft out of
my mouth. I could tell he was weak-kneed from the experience, so I held him
up as best I could. When I finally let go of him, he turned and fell
backwards onto the bed beside me.

"Oh...My...God... Coach, that was incredible! I shot so hard I thought I'd
pass out. I've never cum that hard before!"

And I had never done anything like that before. All those years through
high school and college, all that time in the service, and my time teaching
hot-bodied boys, I'd had dreams. I'd imagined any number of experiences,
but now I was actually having one. And having it with one of the hottest
boys I could ever remember in my life.

We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring each other's bodies. We
fondled, cuddled, licked and sucked for at least three hours. We never
attempted to fuck, but I think we both knew that would happen soon enough.

Over the next couple of weeks, he was at my house almost every
day. Somewhere he found some gay 8mm films and we watched them, learning
from them, experiencing them for ourselves. The moment came for him to give
me his cherry while we were watching one of those films, and he asked me to
fuck him from behind so we could both watch the video while I pushed in and
out of him. With a liberal application of Vaseline spread all over his ass
cheeks and my cock, I slowly pushed into him while we watched two young
studs on the back of a pickup truck fucking. I knew it was hurting as I
slipped in, but he told me not to stop and I could feel him trying to push
back into me. Finally, I was in as deeply as I could go and I held still as
we watched one of the guys on the screen shoot cum all over each other. As
the film ran out, he told me to fuck him hard. I did. I plowed him without
regard to the pain he must have been having. He urged me to keep going
until I shot my load, filling his bowels with my hot cum, then I just stood
there behind him, my cock buried inside of him as I came down from my
sexual high.

As I pulled out and he stood, I noticed a big puddle of cum on the coffee
table where he'd been bent over. He smiled at me and said he'd cum without
touching himself.

A little later that afternoon, he took my cherry. We went to the bedroom
and I laid on my back while he pushed in. Watching his young face and his
six-pack abs hovering over me made any thoughts of the pain go away almost
immediately. I pulled him down on top of me and we kissed deeply as he
fucked me for the first time. I could feel the strength in his muscular
body as his hips pushed that shaft in and out of me. I spread my legs as
wide as I could, then without thinking, I wrapped them around him, just
below his buttocks, and used my legs to help him set the pace of our
fucking. I made it last.

When he started getting fast, I slowed him down. Whenever I felt him start
to quiver, I stopped him. We'd rest, his cock buried deep inside of me. I
could feel it pulsing occasionally. Finally, as it started getting close to
sunset, I urged him on and let him have his sexual release. It felt
incredible when his jism shot into my ass. He grunted as the first two or
three shots came into me, then he collapsed on top of me as he spasmed for
at least two or three minutes. I held him close and pecked at his cheeks as
he experienced the bliss of sex.

We showered together, occasionally fondling each other but not trying to
get anything else started. After we dressed, he picked up the films and he
started to leave, but not before I gave him another deep kiss at the
doorway.

We spent that summer making love two or three times a week. He even found
an excuse to stay with me overnight a couple of times. He also kept seeing
the other kids, taking the opportunity to continue testing his sexual
skills, and ultimately he decided he was bi-sexual, although he swore to me
he liked having sex with me more than any of the girls he'd been with. He
even managed to have a three-way with Jeff and Sandy. He told me about an
afternoon he'd spent with Tadd out in the woods where the two of them
sucked each other off, but Tadd wouldn't go any further with it and
eventually told Matt he wasn't interested any more.

That fall, Matt went off to college. He came back for one weekend and we
spent an afternoon together, but school had started for me, too, and I once
again was trying to be protective of my image, so our liaison didn't last
long that day.

Just before Christmas, Matt called me and said that his parents were moving
to another city where his dad had been transferred. He didn't know how we
would be able to meet anymore since he wouldn't have a reason to come
back. Although we tried on several occasions to find a way, we never got
together again, although I did talk to him on the phone for a while. We
just eventually drifted apart.

A few years later, he turned up at a class reunion party. We got caught up
on each other's lives. He was now living over a thousand miles away from
me. When he graduated from college, he had gotten married to the daughter
of his dad's boss and wound up going to work for the same company. They had
two children together. He also told me he had a gay lover on the side,
someone he'd met in college. He asked me how I was doing, and I told him I
was back in the closet. His wife approached us before we had a chance to
talk anymore and we never saw each other to talk the rest of the night. I
haven't seen him since, but I keep hoping I'll bump into him at the next
reunion.

After Matt, I swore to myself I'd not do that with a student again. I
convinced myself it would be too risky. Nobody had seen Matt and me
together over that summer, or if they had, nothing ever came of it. But I
wasn't willing to take that chance again.

No, never again. Or so I thought until Trevor came along.


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