Date: Tue, 01 May 2001 21:38:44 -0500
From: Jacking Buds <jackingbuds@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Smathers, Jeremy, and Me (Part 5)

School was hell the next day.

"Fagots!" The word echoed through the school hallways.

"What do you mean, Fagots?" questioned Jeremy.

"I saw you kiss Johnson," retorted one of the other team members.

Jeremy grabbed the guy by the collar and shoved him into the lockers
behind him, "Don't ever call me that, McLeary, do you got that? Don't ever
fucking call me that or Johnson that again.  Anyway, neither Johnson or I
are fagots.  You got that?"

Still in Jeremy's clutches, McLeary, sputtered, "But I fucking saw you kiss
Johnson out on the field, yesterday."

"So big fucking deal," responded Jeremy, "and where in the fuck did I kiss
him at?"

"On the forehead."

"Fucking right, man," gruffed Jeremy, "and where do you suppose, I kiss my
new goodluck charm at, dildo, on the fucking mouth?"

"Well, no," replied McLeary.

Jeremy loosens his grip on McLeary's collar. "And don't ever call me or
Johnson fagots, ever again or I will finish the job that I intend
on doing. Got the straight, McLeary?"

All McLeary could do waa walk away.

"What's going on here, gentlemen."

Oh, shit, we had been caught fighting in the hallway.  "What the fuck were
we going to do now?" I thought.  Jeremy and I turned around expecting to be
hawled down to the principal's office.  But lo and behold when we turned
around, there stood Mr. Smather's with his arms
crossed and the worst teacher look that he could give us.

"I think you boys need to come with me," insisted Mr. Smathers.  He took us
to the principal's office.  He excused the office cadet that was "guarding"
the counselling office.  We went in and Mr. Smather's closed and locked the
door.

"What the fuck do you two think that you were doing out there, today?"

"McLeary called us fagots," said Jeremy.

"And just why did he call you fagots?"

"Because he saw Jeremy kiss me on the forehead after practice yesterday,"
turning I said to Jeremy, "Anyway, why did you tell
him that we weren't fagots?"

Because we're not, Johnson, yea, we aregay, but we aren't fagots.
Mr. Smathers called the office desk and told the receptionist to
call our respective teachers because he was going to be counselling
us for awhile.

After he hung up the phone, Mr. Smathers loosened his tie and took it off.
We thought we were in deep shit then, but we began to relax as Mr. Smathers
started to unbutton his shirt.  "It looks like I'm going to have to teach
you two a lesson that you'll never forget.

Mr. Smathers continued to undress, "Bare 'em boys."  Jeremy and I looked a
little stunned. We shed our clothes and the three of us were standing in the
middle of the room bare ass naked.

"Bend over and touch your toes," Mr. Smathers said firmly.  Again, Jeremy
and I looked at each other.  Even though Mr. Smathers was a good fuck, he
was still our teacher, so we obeyed.

Both Jeremy and I were touching our toes when all of a sudden, "Crack"
Jeremy flew two steps forward.  I looked up to Jeremy's bright red ass with
a paddle mark acrossed it.  "Crack" went the paddle again.  This time it was
I who had flown two steps forward.  I couldn't see my ass, but I knew that
it was just as bright red as Jeremy's because of how bad that it was
hurting.  Tears streamed down my eyes.

"I'm sorry that I had to do that to you boys, but rules are rules and even
you two have to obey them."

"Yes, we know."  I replied in a whimpering voice.

Then I felt Mr. Smather's hand gently rubbing the soreness out of my ass.
He then went over and did the same to Jeremy.  He then stood us side to side
so that our hips were touching one another.  We were still bent over.

I could feel Mr. Smathers spreading my ass checks with his thumbs as he
started to chew on my sorry, sore ass.  Despite how my ass hurt,
it felt so good.  He then chewed on Jeremy's ass.  Jeremy moaned and
Mr. Smathers cautioned him to be quiet.  So in order to help out the
situation, I locked my lips onto Jeremy's lips as Mr. Smathers alternated
eating our asses out.  First, my ass then Jeremy's ass.

Jeremy reached over and grabbed my already harden cock. We broken our
kiss. "Looks like this needs to be taken care of, buddy," whispered Jeremy
as he nibbled on my ear.  Mr. Smathers continued to work on our asses and
Jeremy slipped down to my cock any tongued the pre-cum off of the tip of my
pulsating cockhead.

As Mr. Smathers consentrated on my ass, Jeremy worked on my cock. I slumped
over Jeremy in pure pleasure.  Mr. Smathers had ahold over Jeremy's cock as
he ate out my hot ass. So the only thing that I could do was please Jeremy
with my hands.  I slowly jerked on his cock with one hand, using his pre-cum
for lube and I fingered his ass with my other hand.

Mr. Smathers must have decided that he had had enough ass to eat and
position himself behind Jeremy.  With my finger still inside Jeremy's
bum hole, Mr. Smathers slides his cock into Jeremy ass as well.  This makes
Jeremy's ass tighter and hotter than ever before.  Soon Jeremy is matching
Mr. Smathers stride for stride. Everytime Mr. Smathers would push in, Jeremy
would push back. Jeremy had learned to use his ass muscles very well as he
gripped both Mr. Smather's cock and my finger.  On top of that I was face
fucking Jeremy, matching them both stride for stride.

My balls began to tightened, Mr. Smather's breathing was getting heavy. I
could feel Jeremy balls tightening as well.  I knew it wasn't going to be
long before we all came.  Hopefully it would be together.


Well, it wasn't together, but it was one right after the other.  First, Mr.
Smathers exploded in Jeremy ass. Spurt after spurt of
warm man juice entered Jeremy's manhole.  I would say at least 5 or 6 as
that how many times Mr. Smathers body spasmed.  With every spurt,
Mr. Smathers' body would jerk like it was out of control.

With every jerk of Mr. Smathers' body, Jeremy mouth pushed deeper onto my
shaft.  Just as soon as Mr. Smathers had stopped cumming, it was my turn.  I
began to shovel my hot sperm into Jeremy's gullet. I know that I must have
filled his stomach with my hot boy juice.  I must have came for an eternity
(I know that it wasn't, but you know how time stands still when you cum.
Well, it least it does for me).

Mr. Smathers must have hit the sweet spot in Jeremy's ass, because it wasn't
long before Jeremy came, and I had stopped jacking off long before he came.
Jeremy's cum landed on the couch that we were manuvering on.  Jeremy bent
down and lapped up his cum and then kissed me, giving a taste of his cum and
my cum together.

As we sat there catching our breath, Mr. Smathers proceeded to lecture us on
why it was importart for us to make sure that we, above everyone
else, must behave. He explained that everyone's eyes were going to be on us
because of McLeary's comment.

With that, he told us to stand up and touch our toes, AGAIN.  "Shit," I
thought, "was Smathers getting into BSDM, or what?"

I could see out of the corner of my eye that Mr. Smathers was pulling back
to let loose a big crack on someone's ass.  Was it going to be Jeremy to get
the first wack or was it going to me? I braced myself
for the worse to come.

"Tap" went the paddle, again there was a tap.  Mr. Smather's was just trying
to put a scare into us this time.  I was definitely relieved.
My ass was still hurting from the first wack.  I didn't need a second one to
remind me.

As we dressed, Mr. Smathers talked to us more about the need to behave.  He
also expressed to us the concerns about graduation and the need to keep our
grade up so we could get into a good college after we graduated, but that's
another story.....