Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 15:53:29 -0500
From: Jacking Buds <jackingbuds@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Smathers (Part 2)

Together, Mr. Smathers and I left the History Room; sweaty, full of that
manly smell that absolutely gets me hard yet today.  Passing other
seniors boys and teachers in the hallway as we headed toward the locker-
room, we knew that we were running late, hopefully no one would ask any
questions concerning where we had been.  The seniors used the Varsity room
as their lockerroom and the teacher, well we classified them as visitors so
they got to use the visitors' lockerroom.  I headed for my changing room and
Mr Smathers to his.  The Varsity room was quickly clearing out, there were
only a couple of guys left.  I sat down on the bench and began to talk off
my gym shoes and socks.  One of the guys who had not left the Varsity came
up to me and questioned my where-
abouts. "Hey, Johnson, did Smathers take you to his room to beat your ass
for not getting your homework in on time."  I had to think quick,
"Sometime like that, Jeremy," I retorted.  In the back of my mind I thought
to myself that he didn't realize how close he was to the truth.
He beat my ass alright, everytime his balls hit my ass when he was fucking
me.  I started to think about the ass fucking that I got and my cock started
to spring to life.  I'm glad Jeremy was heading out the door as he said
that, I definitely didn't want him to see me with a woody.  He'd be sure to
tell the rest of the class for sure.  Soon the lockerroom door closed and I
was the only one left in the room.  I quickly got up and locked to the door
so I wouldn't have anyone walk in on me if I decided to take matters into my
own hands.  I finished taking off the rest of my gym clothes and threw them
in a heap on the floor by the bench that I was sitting on.  I pawed at the
material of my jockstrap, feeling my cock as it continued to grow in my
hand.  I reached around and spread my ass cheeks, rubbing them and remember
the ass fucking that I had just received.  Then I heard water running in the
showers.  "Shit, I thought, "I thought I was alone."  I quickly let go of my
cock.  "Hey, are you going to join me?"  I looked up and there was Mr.
Smathers standing in the shower room's door way.  His cock was also hard as
a rock."  Then I remembered that the only thing that joined the Varsity room
and the Visitors' lockerroom was the showers.
With my thumbs, I pulled my jockstrap to the floor and stepped out of it.  I
ran to the showers, my hard cock was bouncing up and down.
As I got to the shower room door, I slipped and almost feel, but Mr.
Smathers could be on handed by the cock and keep me from going down.
As he steady me in his arms, Mr. Smathers asked me if I were alone.
I assured him that I was.  I asked him the same question to which he
replied that he was.  He then asked my if I had locked the door to the
lockerroom.  Again, I told him that I had locked the door.  Again,
he assured me that he had locked his door as well.  With that our mouths
became one.  We pressed our bodies together.  Our hard cocks intertwined
with each other.  Still kissing one another, we began to soap up each others
bodies.  He reached around and firmly gribbed my ass mounds and
pulled me closer to him.  Our moans echoed through the shower room.
Mr. Smathers started to push his finger toward my pink pucker which pushed
me even closer to him.  Breaking our kiss, I lean over and whispered into
Mr. Smathers ear.  "I thought you said that the next time, it was going to
be your ass that was going to get fucked."  He
whispered back, "You are absolutely correct," and with that he gently
grabbed my hand and placed it on his ass.  Following his lead as he was
doing to me,  I reached around him, spread his ass cheek and inserted
a finger.  This only made Mr. Smathers moan louder.  Now, it was Mr.
Smather's turn to push his cock into mine.  As I continued to push my finger
into Mr. Smather's hot ass. We ground our cocks together.
Moans and groans filled the shower room. Mr. Smathers broke our hold and ran
out to his gym bag. I massaged my cock as fished through his bag.  Soon he
returned with a tube of KY and told me to spread some on
my cock and to put some in his ass, which I eagerly did.  Mr. Smathers
leaned his hands against the shower room wall and offered his ass to my
waiting cock.  I pulled back my skin to expose my mushroomed shaped head.  I
pressed my cock against his hot hole and felt my cock's head
disappeared.  I pushed and Mr. Smathers pushed, soon my cock was buried too
the hilt.  I was ackward at first, never having fucked a girl's puusy let
alone fucking a man's ass.  But it didn't take long as I soon became a
regular fucking maching.  I plunged in and out of his ass.
My balls slapped against his ass.  As my balls bang against Mr. Smather's
ass, he began to hiss.  The look on his face was a mixture of pain and
pleasure.  "Fuck me, Johnson, fuck me good and hard," said
Smathers.  I was fucking him good and hard.  "You're hitting my sweat
spot, boy, I'm about to blow."  "So am I,"  I replied.  a couple of good
hard strokes and we exploded together.  Mr. Smathers shot a good size load
against the shower wall, which rinse away very quickly from the shower
water.  I shot several (may 5 or 6), man size squirts inside
Mr. Smather's hot ass.  I collapsed onto his back. I held him tightly.
I whispered into his ear, "I love you, Mr. Smathers."  We stood there in
that position for a short eternity.  My cock softened and I pulled out.  Mr.
Smathers stood up and turned around.  We started to embrace,
but as we did, Mr. Smathers abruptly stopped.  The look on his face told me
that we weren't alone.  I quickly turned. Fear soon took the place of
pleasure, we definitely were not alone.  It was Jeremy.
"It looks like I came across something that I shouldn't have come across,"
said Jeremy with a shitty grin on his face.  "I thought you told me you
locked the door," whispered Mr. Smathers.  "I did," I whispered in replied.
"You locked it, but the door wasn't latched.
I left in such a hurry that I forgot my gym bag."  I came back to
get it and this is what I find."  There Mr. Smathers and I were, caught red
handed so to speak.  Both of us naked, both of us holding on to the others
cock.  Both of us scared shitless.  What happened next, boggled my mind, but
that's another story.