Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2001 11:30:24 -0500
From: Jacking Buds <jackingbuds@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Smathers (Part 1)

It was my senior year in high school and I had just turned 18.  We had just
finished our annual basketball game between the senior class and the
teachers.  Man, was it a hot game (in more ways than one).

As we ran up and down the court our bodies connected and our sweat mingled
with one another.  I got a hardon right there on the basketball court.  I
hoped no one had noticed as I was wearing an oversized T-shirt that came
passed my gym shorts.  The teachers won the game in triple over time (of
course they always do, between the refs and our letting them win, because
we know what's good for our grades, lol).  As the game ended we
congratulated the "winners" and they patted us on our backs and asses,
telling us what a good game we had played.  When Mr. Smathers, the American
History teacher, patted my ass, he actually let his hand linger there as he
spoke to me.  Got me hard really quick.  We all headed down to the locker
room to shower and change back into our street clothes.  As we headed
toward the locker room, Mr. Smathers stopped me and told me that he needed
to see me about my grades.  I asked him if it could wait until Monday.

He told me, no and that he wanted to see me right now, even before we took
our showers.  Reluctantly, I followed him down to his classroom.  He closed
the door and locked it and pulled down the shade to cover the small window
that was in the door.  He turned toward me and I could see that he was as
hard as a rock.  This wasn't going to be an ordinary History lesson, I
could see that.  His hardon had an effect of me.  My cock sprang into
action.  I got so hard that my cock ached inside my jockstrap.

Mr. Smathers said, "I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time."  I
replied, "I can see that, Mr.

Smathers," as I peered at his hardness.  "And by the looks of things," he
said, "you've been wanting to talk to me as well."  By this time he was
standing next to me.  He reached over and groped my hard cock.

As he squeezed it I let out a groan.  He bent over and kissed my lips.  It
was a gentle kiss, then a heavy, drawn out kiss that almost made me cum
right then and there.  He slowly removed my sweaty T-shirt and held it to
his nose.  He took a deep breath and let out a sigh.  My nipples were as
hard as my cock.  Mr. Smathers latched on to my right nipple and I almost
melted right there.  I shuttered as he continued to tease my nipple.  He
told me to stand up. I almost couldn't, but with all the energy I could
muster, I stood before him.  He slowly pulled down my gym shorts and I
stepped out of them, leaving me with nothing but my jockstrap, socks and
gymshoes on.  He knelt before be and started to eat my cock right throught
the sweat and precum soaked material.  Oh, man, it felt so fucking good.
As he chewed on my jockstrap, he massaged my ass with his hands.  Just as
quickly as he started, he stopped.  He stood up and started to remove his
clothes.  Soon both of us were standing there with nothing on but, our
jocks, socks, and shoes.  Our bodies met and our jock covered cocks meshed
together as we exchanged wet kisses.  He reached down and removed my
jockstrap and I did the same for him.  He knelt before me and engulfed my
cock with his warm mouth.

Shit, I had never experience anything in my life like that before. Hell, at
that time, I had never experienced anything at all in my life before.  He
slowly edged his way down to the base of my 7 inch uncut cock.  It didn't
take long before I could feel my balls churning.  I knew that if I didn't
stop him, I was going to blow at any second and I didn't want to do that
right away. So I stopped him.

I pulled him back up and french kissed him.  Now, it was my turn.  Never
having suck cock before, I only had Mr. Smather's example to go by.  I must
have done a good enough job because I had him moaning and groaning in no
time. Soon I could feel his balls churning, and I knew what that meant, but
like me, Mr. Smather's didn't want to end our fun with each either.

So he pulled me off of him and turned me around and leaned me up against
his desk.  He knelt down again and started to eat my ass out.  Oh, man,
what a feeling.  He rimmed my ass out good.  I squirmed and danced around
alittle as he spat into my ass.  He buried his tongue deep into my hole.
He darted his tongue in and out of me, flicking it back and forth as he did
so.

"Mr. Smathers, fuck me," I beg, "fuck my hot ass, pleeeeeassseee."

With that he took a load of spit in his hand and filled my hole with it.
With another load of spit he lubed his cock.  He aimed his cock directly at
my hole and slowly pushed it into me.  I cried out alittle and Mr. Smathers
stopped.  I begged him to continued and he did.  Within a short time he had
his entire 7.5" deep within my butt.

He pulled it almost completely out and then slammed it in again. Soon he
was using a steady rhythm and the pain turned to pleasure.  He rode my ass
like a rodeo rider rides a bronco, hard and fast.  Both of us were covered
with sweat.  I felt his cock swell up in me and within a matter of seconds
felt him unload his sweet man juices deep within my ass.  He jerked and
shuttered as the last of his cum feeled my hole.  He collasped on me,
gently kissing my neck and playing with my nipples.  We laid there like
that until his cock softened enough to fall out of me.  He reached around
me and started to play with my now soft cock.

However, it didn't stay like that for very long.  A couple of strokes
brought it back to life.  Mr. Smather then told me to jack myself off. So I
grabbed my cock and started to jack it.  He sat back in his chair and
intently watched as I stroked myself.  Soon he got hard again and he
grabbed his cock.  We watched each other as we wanked ourselves.  Sometimes
even our eyes would meet as we were jacking.  His eyes said it all.  I was
in love and I think he was, too.  We both began to pick up the pace and
soon we both blasted our loads. Mr. Smather got up off of his chair and
came over and cleaned me up with his tongue.  "I think we had better get
back into our clothes and head off to the showers," Mr. Smather said.  I
agreed.

We gathered up our clothes and quickly dressed.  As we got to the door, I
reached for the knob and Mr. Smather's hand reached over mine.

He gave me a kiss and said, "Next time my ass with be the one that gets it
in the end."  He smiled as he opened the door.  We headed toward the
lockerroom (and that's another story).