Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2006 20:50:11 -0500
From: Guy <guy.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Student Relationships 5

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***

	I woke the day after my experience with Spearman to a heavy
storm. This can't bode well, I thought. Plus, it was only Wednesday. As I
walked out of my room and down the hall into the shower, it occurred to me
that perhaps I should have waited until the weekend to pull that stunt, but
then the threat of pictures being released might not have been so real in
his mind. As it was, Spearman could practically still feel Spencer's hot
boycunt around his big dick when he found the pictures in his office
yesterday.

	I turned on the shower and hopped in. The warm water cascaded over
my lightly haired chest and stomach, down to my heavy, low-hanging cock. I
squeezed my boy and smiled. Spearman's manpussy had felt so good wrapped
around my cock. My dick started to lengthen and harden too, but I stopped
playing with it and finished my shower. I was going to save my seed for
later in the day. I figured today would be busy, and if I was lucky,
Spearman would blow me again today. At least, that was my plan so far.

	I finished my shower and walked down to breakfast. My dad had
prepared a hardy breakfast, and after eating it I left for school. When I
pulled into the parking lot, I was somewhat surprised to find that Spearman
was not directing traffic this morning in the senior's parking lot. Yeah,
at my ritzy-ass school, the seniors have their own parking lot. So, I drove
my clunker on without hindrance and pulled in. I was pretty concerned that
Spearman wasn't there; maybe he had just called in sick. Maybe Coach Walker
had left him worse off than I had. I hoped not though, because I wasn't
sure who was gonna suck me off if he wasn't there; Walker sure as hell
wasn't ready.

	I grabbed my backpack and marched off to first period. My dick was
hard in my pants, but I made no attempt to cover it up. Fuck, it drew some
stares both from the ladies and men. Maybe that's how I would find someone
to drink my morning load. I was kind of looking for that Spencer kid,
'cause it seems like he was always looking for sex, but I didn't see him
either. I finally got to my first block, world history. What a fucking joke
class, but the teacher, who also taught Latin, was built like a Greek
god. I don't know if they put something in the water, but everyone at this
school was just incredibly hott. I tossed my bag down at my assigned seat
and walked over to the desk to shoot the bull with the Mr. Tony Vitelli,
but everyone just called him by his first name Tony. Tony's first period
was pretty much the sports block because it's the one most of the
cheerleaders and jocks were in. Needless to say, we rarely got anything
done. Then again, it was fun because Tony was into sports and tennis
especially so we could chat about that.

Today, almost three-fourths of the class showed up, a considerable number
for this late in the senior year. Tony was kicked back behind his desk with
his big feet on the desk. He was just a big solid man, kind of like
Spearman, except on the scale of Walker. Standing around Tony's desk were
two of my good friends from the team, Sean and Seth. They were identical
twins and anyone's wet dream come true. They stood about my height, maybe a
little less, so roughly six foot. They had long, messy brunette hair they
wore down over their foreheads, and puppy-dog brown eyes. They were both
nicely tan. They were your typical pretty boys, but they were also very fit
from the tennis. Strong legs, muscled core, one bicep bigger than the
other, but that could also be from other play besides racquet sports.

Anyway, it was the goal of class to try and divert Tony from starting class
as long as possible, and if he did start we had to keep him off topic. I'm
standing, probably closest to him, and my dick has still not deflated past
semi-hard. At least that's enough to just make my bulge look all that
fatter without drawing immediate attention to the fact I'm horny as
hell. Somehow the subject shifted to other teachers at school, and of
course the administrators. So without acting too concerned, "Hey, why
wasn't that jerk Spearman here this morning? Normally he flags me down in
the parking lot every morning."

"I dunno," Tony responded in his deep baritone voice. Tony looked a little
concerned, but he didn't say anything else. He reached down and adjusted
his cock. "Oh well, enough chit-chat my boys. It's time to start." He stood
up and walked around us towards the front of the classroom. Two guys were
sleeping and the rest of the girls, cheerleaders, were coloring posters or
filling candy bags for the baseball players.

"Today, we're going to talk about one of my favorite subjects, Ancient
Sparta. Now, does anyone know who the Spartans were?" He looked across the
fairly small classroom. The cheerleaders were still coloring, the football
players were still asleep, the twins were propped against his desk, and I
was sitting in his chair, kicked back just as he had been. No one replied.

"Right. That will make it all the better. You won't have any of the
preconceived notions about the Spartans. We can start with the facts."

One of the blonde cheerleaders raised her hand, "I've never even heard of
Sparta. What do people say about it?"

"Well, a lot of people think that the Spartans were all gay. Of course they
weren't but lots of people think that."

"Why would people think all the Spartans were gay?" I asked without waiting
for recognition. I adjusted my cock again just like he had, but I did this
only once he had looked at me.

"Well, Guy..." He trailed off and began to give a long explanation. Tony
really was smart. The problem was that he knew so much that he sometimes
forgot where he was going with something when he was trying to explain an
entirely different subject altogether. He explained the concept of shield
mates, where an older man would be assigned a young recruit to train and
watch after like a son. Oftentimes a fraternal or paternal love developed,
but people, Tony explained, liked to say this was homoerotic. Sometimes, he
admitted, the older man would use the younger one for sex, but it was very
uncommon.

"Did young guys ever get to take it to the older ones?" I joked, but my
dick was getting harder and harder at the thought. I still couldn't get
Spearman's prone body out of my mind with my cock deep in his man pussy and
Coach Walker shoving his fat prick down his throat.

"I don't know Guy, but let's move on. Anyway, Sparta was a city-state in
Ancient Greece much like Athens..." Again, he rattled on. The rest of the
class basically went on with what they had been doing before he started
lecturing. Only one kid in the very front of the classroom listened, so
Tony pretty much aimed the lesson at him every day.

Sean, Seth, and I began our own conversation and dug through the chocolate
candy in a dish on Tony's desk. "You think the ancient Greek men really did
fuck each other?" Seth asked Sean. Though they were identical, it was clear
from their personalities that Sean was the alpha-twin so to speak.

"I dunno." Sean responded, adjusting his own dick. He did so quickly and
discreetly, but because I was staring at their hot baskets I picked up on
it.

"Hey guys, what do you say we play a practical joke on Tony?" I said, my
mind racing as a plan solidified in my mind.

"Sure," the twins responded in unison.

We leaned over the desk to whisper plans. I told them it would be fun to
see, since Tony was Italian, or Greek they corrected me - whatever, they're
all the same, we would see what he would do if he had to have a
partner. They asked what I meant, and I explained.

All three of us had electives after his class, not all the same ones, but
it didn't matter. Tony had a planning period. We could just stay afterwards
and lock his door and try and play a game with him. We could wrestle a
little, I explained; because he is always play fighting with us or the
football players. We would have to win since there were three of us against
the one of him, and if we did, we could maybe make some kind of deal. When
they asked what kind of deal, I told them some kind of service like, bonus
points on a test for instance or whatever else we might think up. After a
little convincing, they agreed, so we all sat and waited for the class to
end.

The bell rang, and most the people filed out. Tony woke up the football
players, and we just stayed where we were. Tony walked over to his desk and
pointed at me and the twins, "Out of my chair, and off my desk boys, or
else." He grinned. Shit, my dick twitched. This was working out perfectly.

"You'll have to make us," I said, grinning.

"Oh yeah?" He laughed. "Come on, I've got to get some quizzes made up for
my next class. They're not as worthless as you guys, and I didn't do it
last night because I was," he paused, "busy."

Sean voiced his opinion, "Well, teach. How about a game? We'll challenge
you to a wrestling match. If you win, you get your desk back. If not, well,
who knows."

"You scrawny little tennis shits?" he snorted playfully, "you guys don't
stand a chance against me. They don't call me the Italian Stallion for
nothing. One of ya'll go lock the doors; I can't have administration coming
in to see me beating up three of our star athletes."

Seth jumped off the desk, ran eagerly to the door, and locked it. "We're
ready, Tony."

"Not so fast. If we're going to do this right, we can't do it in our
uniforms. The Greeks did it naked, but that's not gonna happen. So take off
your shirts." He quickly unknotted his tie and tossed it on his desk. He
then unbuttoned his white shirt to reveal a very muscular physique trapped
under an ultra tight wife beater. He had very broad shoulders but a slender
tapered waist. I could see lots of very dark hairs sticking out from all
directions under his undershirt, and I could see his nipples trying to bore
their way through the fabric. Kicking off his loafers, he stood in front of
us in his just his undershirt, khakis, and socks.

Sean and Seth were quick to follow, myself being just a little behind. I
looked much more like Tony than either of them. They pulled off their
monogrammed polos to reveal chests dusted with almost invisible brown hairs
and little pink nipples but cut abs and nice pecs. I wasn't wearing an
undershirt either. Shit, I don't even wear boxers; think I would wear an
undershirt? My cock was getting harder and harder; by now it was obvious I
was excited. I think though, I could detect a little growth on everyone's
part though.

"Okay, so here are the rules." Tony said. "You've got to bring me down and
keep me down for ten seconds. We don't have a ring like they used in
traditional Greek wrestling, so we'll just have to improvise with keeping
me down instead of pushing me out. As for you guys, if I can get one of you
down for five seconds your out and can't play anymore. That way it isn't
always three against one. I can't ever win just three against one."

"That was the point, Tony," I grinned as we lined up and got into the
prescribed position. "But let's make the odds even better than your
desk..." I let my voice trail off.

"What do you mean?" he asked, and I could swear I saw the briefest twitch
in the front of his khakis.

"Whoever loses has becomes a slave for the day to the winners." I looked at
Sean and Seth to see if they agreed. They both nodded and then turned their
brown eyes on Tony.

"Well, I hope you shits like grading papers and picking gum off the bottom
of desks, cause ya'll are going to be here all afternoon." Tony chuckled
and clapped his hands together. "Let's go bitches."

He stepped back, and the three of us got into position. I hesitated, not
really sure exactly what to do next. Sure I had horsed around before, but I
had never done any real wrestling. Tony, with his furry chest and
dominating stature, was intimidating leaning over us. After a few more
seconds of awkward silence, he shouted go and lunged towards Seth. He did
this because he knew Seth was the submissive twin and was hoping to pin him
first before having to tackle Sean and myself. However, seeing his brother
get knocked down by the Italian stallion triggered something in Sean
because he leapt onto Tony's back, wrapped his arms around his neck, and
began to pull back with his back and stand up with his quads. I, rushing to
the aide of Seth who had been taken by surprise, attempted to pry off
Tony's arms so Seth could get free. Of course, we really didn't need to
worry that much because Seth's quick reflexes allowed him to jump back far
enough that Tony only grabbed Seth's legs. With Sean and my distraction,
Seth easily wiggled out of Tony's grip. Unfortunately, Tony still had hold
of Seth's pants as he wiggled away. Sean and I let go and backed off when
we saw Seth free, and Seth stood a few steps away, but directly in front of
Tony, now wearing nothing but a pair of plaid boxers.

"Shit, man," Seth cursed in between breaths, "you're not playing
fair. You're not supposed to go for clothes."

"This is Greek wrestling, freestyle wrestling, there are no rules. I told
you the Greeks did it naked so they wouldn't have to worry about clothes
causing problems, so be glad I let you keep your boxers on." Tony said
cockily and started back-stepping so he would get out of our circle.

Now, Sean made his move, rushing forward and bending trying to tackle Tony
over, football style. Had he been thinking, he would've remembered that he
was not an offensive linebacker and that Tony was built like a brick
shithouse. Sean's tackle did little more than to knock him slightly off
balance. Tony recovered quickly, much faster than Sean could, and grabbed
him around the shoulders, forcing him down to his knees. There, Tony
pressed his groin forward and started leaning over Sean, trying to push him
backwards and onto the ground so he could pin him. It wasn't very
difficult, and the change in momentum resulted in mere seconds with Tony
spread out over Sean, sitting on his bare chest with his basket, still
closed up in the khakis, on Sean's chin. He started counting, "One, two..."

Before he could get to three, both Seth and I tackled this hairy brute. It
was beginning to look like we were not going doing as well as I had
thought. I grabbed at his pecs, getting a handful of chest hair and the tip
of his nipple only. Tony groaned, and leaned farther over Sean's face,
pressing his basket into Sean's nose. Sean was still struggling to get out
from under Tony, but the attack had not caused him to let up. He was
trapped under Tony.

Seth ground into Tony's left side, while I tried to pry him off Sean from
the right. I continued grabbing at his chest, tweaking his nipples,
(because I saw the response it got - Tony liked having his mantits played
with), while Seth ground his body into Tony's left arm. In response, Tony
jerked his left arm up and grabbed at Seth's cock through his boxers, his
hand quickly slid through the open, buttonless slit and found the eighteen
year-old's hardening cock. Tony grabbed it and pulled down. Seth yelped and
dropped to his knees as well.

Tony was back on top of Sean and counted quickly to five. Sean was down. He
stopped struggling and just lay there. He could smell the man's MANCOCK
through his pants. It smelled of piss and cum, and it was wafting through
the pants, carried by the odor of his sweat. Sean, who wasn't gay but had
fooled around with his twin brother once or twice jacking each other off to
one of those cheerleader pornos, couldn't help but be aroused by the
scent. His cock was already semi-hard from all of the physical contact,
which was not unusual in wrestling, especially with Tony sitting on his
bear chest. But, with the smell filling his nostrils more the longer Tony
stayed on his chest, the more his cock began to fill out, tenting his
uniform pants.

By now, Seth's cock was hard and sticking out of the flap, but even hotter
was Tony's thick hand wrapped around the teen's cock. I was still standing
on Tony's right, and now had my arms wrapped around his neck, trying to put
in him into a half-nelson or one of those headlocks, but it wasn't
working. He shouted out, "Shit, you bunch of tennis pussy boys. You're
getting hard just by getting your asses whipped by a real man. I'll show
you who the real jock is."

He let go of Seth's cock and grabbed both my arms in his hands and wrenched
them free from his neck. He then spun me around by yanking on my right arm
hard. He grabbed at my cock through my school pants. It was easy to find,
both from the outline of my huge tenting cock, and from the wet spot
halfway down my thigh headed towards my knee. He squeezed my cock hard, and
I cried out just as Seth had. His other hand returned to Seth's prick and
he just started to squeeze, all the while still sitting on top of Sean's
chest. "Just say you give, little pussy boys."

"Don't give up, Seth! Come on, Guy!" Sean shouted from underneath, but was
silenced by Tony inching forward, covering his mouth with his still
clothed, but now rock hard package.

I looked at Seth, and I didn't know what to do. He returned a questioning
stare. "Do you give?" Tony asked again.

With both of our cocks tightly clutched in his sweaty hands, there was
little we could do but nod and await our punishment.

"Good. Well, since you're my slaves," Tony started, "your first task will
be to take off the rest of your clothes." He let go of our cocks, and we
both stood. I unfastened my belt and then unbuttoned my pants, shoving them
down over my hips. As I did so, my dick popped up and out, happy to be free
of its cotton confines. It stretched out and curved up a total of just more
than eight inches from my pubes. I saw Tony's eyes grow wide, could I have
a bigger dick than him? That would automatically put in me in position to
regain control. Seth put his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and
pushed them down over his already poking out cock and balls. He let them
fall to his ankles and then he stepped out of them.

"Now," he said, standing up for the first time in several minutes from
Sean's chest. "Guy, come over here and take off my pants. Seth, get over
their and help out your brother."

"Okay, this is too much man," Seth said, bringing up his arms in
protest. "I mean, if you're into seeing me naked, I'll give you a show. I'm
not ashamed, but I'm not about to fuck with my brother."

Tony sneered, "I think you're wrong, because that's exactly what you're
going to do. Or he's gonna fuck you. Now get down on your knees and take
off his pants."

I took the few remaining steps over to Tony and kneeled in front of him. I
raised my hands to his belt and unbuckled it. Then I unbuttoned his pants,
no easy task because they were tightly buttoned around his waist. His abs
bulged under the thick coat of dark Italian hair. The fumes coming from his
pouch were making me lightheaded already. I licked my lips and then
unzipped his pants. Hah! He wasn't wearing underwear either. A fat truly
fat cock fell out of his pants, and as I pulled them lower, two super
low-hangers fell down. His cock may have been even thicker than mine, but I
had a couple of inches on him.

I stood back up and let our cocks touch. I smirked and said, "Looks like
I've still got a couple up on you here, Tony."

"That's Mr. Vitelli, dickface," Tony snapped back, but he didn't take his
eyes of my cock. "Well, if you boys are uncomfortable sucking off each
other, then Seth you suck off Guy and Sean suck my hot mancock, then we'll
rotate."

"I don't know what you're fucking talking about." Seth said.

"You two are queers." Sean followed up.

Mr. Vitelli laughed and crossed his arms over his bare, hairy chest. "Maybe
so, but you two have hard, oozing cocks, and I don't think that would be
the case if you were both straight, now would it?"

They both exchanged glances and then looked down at the other's cock. They
both took another step back, seeming to not have the conviction to
proceed. Tony remedied this by walking over and picking up their clothes,
tossing them back behind the desk. "Well, you can leave naked, or you can
suck my dick to get your clothes back. If you suck my dick, I'll think
about letting you off."

Shit, hearing my teach talk to my teammates this way really made my balls
churn. I had always fantasized about the two of them on their knees
swapping spit over my dick, but the addition of Mr. Tony Vitelli to the mix
made me want to shoot my fucking load right there.

"We aren't gay," said the twins together.

"Your dicks aren't getting any softer. Come on over here and get on your
knees. Don't make me tell you again, or I'll come get you and force you to
do it."

The twins looked at me for back up, but I looked away, not sure what to
do. There was no guarantee that if I helped the twins we would be able to
beat Tony in a second wrestling match, in fact the odds were against it,
but if I stayed with Tony, at least one of the twins, if not both would
suck my cock, fulfilling my fantasy. I shrugged my shoulders, "We lost
guys. I mean, we were going to do it to him, we've got no choice. We have
to do what he says."

"I wasn't going to make him do queer shit," Seth said.

"Well, too fucking bad. You shouldn't have made the deal." Tony
interjected. Then he raised his voice, "Now get over here on your fucking
knees and suck my cock!"

We had been fairly quiet up to this point, but Tony was fucking shouting
now. I was afraid no one would hear us, but little did I know Mr. Price was
walking down the hall when Tony shouted and heard that. Instead of stopping
to investigate, he smiled and continued on his path. Perhaps he would come
back later, or maybe, he could enjoy the show on the security cameras.

The twins took a step forward together, very slowly. Seth said quietly, not
looking up from my dick, "Do I really have to suck him?"

"Yeah, unless you want him to fuck you." Tony looked at me and winked.

"Fuck you," Seth muttered. They moved closer and dropped to their
knees. They leaned forward, took the cocks in their hands, and moved in for
the dick. Both my huge teen dick and Tony's amazing man cock were big
members, so neither win was quite sure how to start. First, Seth stuck out
his tongue and touched it to the head of my dick. I sucked in a breath as
chills shot down my spine. I reached behind his head, running my fingers
through his hair and pulled his head towards me as I pushed my pelvis
forward, shoving my wide cock head into his mouth. His lips were distended,
and his jaw was wide open.

"No teeth! Be careful!" I hissed, as he pulled his lips down and tried to
open his mouth just a little more. "Yeah, you fucking beautiful stud, suck
my cock." I shoved my cock in and out of his mouth, even if it was only a
few inches of my long dong. His pinkish-red lips around my knob made me so
hard. He seemed to be getting into rhythm, so took my hands of his head and
reached up to pinch my nipples. I groaned happily when he continued at the
same pace. "Yeah, suck my fucking cock, Seth. Your mouth is going to milk
the cum out of my cock."

I glanced over and my super hot teacher was face-fucking Sean without
mercy. Shit, I thought. It's a fucking good thing I wasn't on my
knees. Drool was running down Sean's face, and Tony was squeezing and
releasing handfuls of hair as he pulled Sean's head up and down on his
thick Italian meat. He was groaning loudly, but Sean had his eyes closed
and appeared to be doing the best he could to ignore what was happening. I
figured if his brother could take it, so could Seth. With that thought in
mind, I brought my hands back down to his head and told him to get ready. I
started fucking his face with abandon, just as Tony was doing to his twin.

Tony was moaning beside me, "I heard you fucking nailed Spearman. That's
why he's not here today. Fucking Bruce Walker took him home and fucked him
silly for hours. He was too fucked out to even wake up and shower this
morning. Made me so fucking hot to hear about it. I couldn't wait to see
you today. I was gonna fucking top you, but these twins are to fucking
sweet to pass up. I love your sweet boy mouth wrapped around my thick
fucking man cock!" He pulled his dick out of Sean's mouth. "Tell me thank
you for teaching you about sucking dick, tell me how much you love the
taste."

Sean opened his eyes and looked up, as if coming out of a reverie. His
mouth was still wide open, and his hand was flying up his own
boycock. "Man, I didn't think it was possible, but your cock tastes damn
good."

"That's right, now ask to get your mouth back on my man tool." Tony
commanded as he dick slapped him on his already spit slimed cheeks, adding
shiny pre-cum.

"Please Mr. Vitelli, let me suck more of your cock!"

"Fuck yeah I will." Tony shoved his cock back into the boy's mouth.

I couldn't believe it. I was still so horny I shouted I was about to cum,
"I'm going to fucking shoot my load down your throat, Seth! I hope you're
ready to taste my seed. Yeah, Oh! Oh! Cummming!"

Tony was right there with me, moaning and cussing up a storm. "Shit!
Fucking this twin's face. So fucking hot, sweet boytongue running up and
down my mancock! Gonna blast my cum down your throat yeah! Shit here it
comes! Swallow, boy, swallow!"

We both came in unison, shooting our seed down the twins' throats. I looked
down, and to my surprise, Seth was jerking himself off rapidly as
well. Tony pulled his dick out of Sean's mouth and shouted at them to both
take their hands off their cocks. It wasn't time for them to cum yet. Both
twins moaned,

"I want to cum!" shouted Seth.

"My dick needs to shoot!" said Sean.

I looked at Tony, and then back at the twins. "Let me take this one," I
said. He nodded. "Get in a 69 position, and suck yourselves off." The twins
looked at each other and moved closer together. They locked in a wet sloppy
tongue kiss, trading our cums while swapping spit. I watched and felt my
cock already starting to fill back up with blood. They were tugging on each
other's nipples, frantically trying to get the other one to cum. "Come on!
Get in a fucking 69. We all know you want to."

They complied after a moment or two. With their dicks being smaller, only
about 6 inches long and a few inches around, they were fucking getting to
town. Their mouths were flying down upon their brother's pole. It didn't
take long and both boys were shooting their load into the others
throat. They moaned contentedly and sat back up and began kissing
immediately.

"Looks like we've brought a family closer together." I smiled at Tony, but
my smile turned into a more mischievous grin when I saw him staring at my
again semi-hard prick. "Yeah, you know you want it. The cock that topped
Spearman, something you could never do. Get down here and clean off my
cock."

Tony shook his head, as if not wanting to hear what I said, but got down on
his knees anyway and started to suck the cum remnants clean off my
dick. Sean and Seth were still embraced, looking away from us. They weren't
saying anything and had their eyes closed. If they hadn't have been so
fucking hot, causing my cock to swell even more, I would have been a little
more touched. As it was, I couldn't wait for the next history period to
double team with Tony again.

All of a sudden the bell rang. Tony lurched off of my cock. "Shit, kids
will be here any second." That snapped the two brothers out of their
intimate cuddling and we all began scrambling for clothes.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" I moaned, because I couldn't find my pants. I was going
to be late for my next class! But it was so worth it. It wasn't until I was
walking out of the room that I started to think about what Mr. Vitelli had
said. How could he have possibly known I fucked Spearman? Shit... Word gets
around.