Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2006 21:55:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Michael Santos <sexyporkchop18@yahoo.com>
Subject: Physical Education Part 3 (Revised)

Hey to all Nifty readers

Well this is the last part in my fun with my phys. ed teacher, Mr.
Sanders.  There was only one last memorable experience.  It involved
myself, Jonathan, Mr. Sanders and a friend of his. This is a revised copy
of the story, as the original I felt had an unnecessary part in it that I
don't think you or my friend Jonathan would like to know!!!

The summer kicked in, and I managed to get a job working at a local
grocery store in my neighbourhood.  The job I worked at was something for
me to start saving money for school and another possible vacation.  Me
and Jonathan hung out together during the summer.  He worked at a local
ice cream shop a couple of blocks down from the grocery.  We'd hang out
and just talk.  I started to get a liking to Jonathan, but I never knew
if he had those strong feelings that I had.  We were hanging out one day
on break, when out of the blue, Mr. Sanders came walking by.  We both
acknowledged him.  He asked how our summers were going, and how are marks
were.  We both knew that we got a mark out of the blue just for our
services to him.  We both earned 85% in his class.  Sanders however gave
us bad news.  He had left the school to teach at another school in a
major city, cross state.  He asked if we'd want to join him in a
going-away party.  Both me and Jonathan agreed.  We were to meet Sanders
on Saturday night at his place.  We figured we were in store for some
double fun with Mr. Sanders.  Instead we got a surprise.

It was a late summer evening, and I had just finished my shift.  I met up
with Jonathan at the parlour, and we left to Sanders' house.  Earlier, I
told my mom that I was hanging out with Jonathan, but by then she trusted
me to be out late.  We got to Sanders' house and we noticed two cars, and
a U-Haul van parked out front, indicating Sanders was real about the
move.  We rang the door bell, and Sanders opened the door.  He led both
me and Jonathan inside.  Boxes were piled in the hallway with markings.
He led us to his living room, where another fairly older male was sitting
on the couch.  This was when were introduced to Grant.

Me and Jonathan made ourselves comfortable, while Sanders went to fetch
us both a beer which was offered.  We engaged in small conversation,
exchanging in introductories.  The gentleman's name was Grant.  Grant was
Sanders war buddy, and a good friend.  Apparently they fought in the same
platoon together.  They had been good friends, and Grant came down to
help Sanders with his move.  Grant didn't seem to be a soldier from his
looks.  He had a small athletic physique to him.  He had brown curly
hair, with a chinstrap beard that was coarse on his chin and moustache
area, but fairly light connecting to his sideburns.  We figured he was
hairy, judging from his arms and his legs.  He was wearing a t-shirt, and
khaki shorts.  Sanders returned with our beers and we all sat around,
drinking and having small conversation.

After another round of beers, Sanders piped up about both myself and
Jonathan being his "gifted" students.  We knew in what respects, but
whether Grant knew was another story.  I figured though he had caught on
as he nodded, chuckling and smiling with a wry grin to both me and
Jonathan.  Sanders lauded our hard work, and then asked us if we'd like
to show his friend how all the hard work had paid off.  I thought this
was a cheesy way of asking me and Jonathan to have sex, but we played
along.  Before me and Jonathan could decide on a partner, Sanders advised
us to go to the bedroom upstairs.  Apparently he had a going away present
for us.

Both me and Jonathan ventured upstairs to Sanders' bedroom. Laying on the
bed for us was a red and blue jockstrap-like underwear.  Me and Jonathan
undressed, and I decided to go with the blue, while Jonathan went with
the red.  The underwear was reminiscent to the ones I had worn in Cuba.
It left our ass exposed, with our goods stored away.   Me and Jonathan
decided on choosing partners.  I agreed to take the new guy Grant, as
Jonathan was a little hesistant, and would rather have had Sanders since
he was used to him.

We ventured downstairs, but noticed that our guests had disappeared from
the living room.  We wondered where they were, but heard a call from the
basement.  We ventured downstairs to see both Sanders and Grant in
leather S&M outfits.  Both wore the clasping leather straps that circled
their chest areas.  Each of them wore leather studded underwear, with a
hanging sheath of leather covering the crotch area.  The basement was lit
by a couple of lightbulbs, that just dimly lit the place.  There was a
standing board with straps attached in a corner, with a couple of old
mattresses on the ground in the middle of the basement floor.  There was
a tool bench in the corner, which displayed various tools of the S&M
trade.  I was somewhat intimidated by this, and I could see the
goosebumps on Jonathan's body, seeing him clamming up a little.  We
didn't know what we were in for.

Sanders told us to refer to both him and his friend as "sir".  I walked
over to Grant, taking the lead, and Jonathan followed by going to
Sanders.  Sanders asked what we wanted.  We responded by saying we wanted
cock.  Sanders told us not until they warmed us up.  Jonathan was led by
Sanders to the board.  I remember him asking in a shaky voice as to what
Sanders was going to do with him.  As I watched, Grant asked me to go to
the mattress, asking me to get onto all fours.  I responded saying "Yes
Sir".  I watched as Sanders strapped Jonathan to the board, face first,
bending Jonathan's ass out.  There, he lathered his ass up with a lube,
sliding his fingers into Jonathan's hole.  Jonathan yelped in pain.  I
don't know what it was, but it seemed the lube was burning his ass.  I
could tell Jonathan was crying from the pain, hearing a little sniffle.
Sanders then lathered up a set of beads with the lube, and slid them into
Jonathan's hole slowly.  Jonathan was crying in pain from the burning
sensation of the lube.  Sanders then tossed the lube to Grant.  It was my
turn to experience it.

Grant lubed up on my ass, and slid his fingers into my hole.  I bit my
lip, trying to hold out on the pain.  It certainly did burn the insides
of my hole.  I turned around to see Grant lathering up a large dildo with
the lube.  He proceeded to slide it into my ass.  I let out a moan,
trying to think of pleasure rather than the pain it was causing the
inside of hole.  All the while, Jonathan had been ball-gagged by
Sanders.  Sanders in an authorative voice told Jonathan to stop crying
and experience the pleasure he was going to get.  He then smacked
Jonathan's ass numerous times, telling him to stop crying or he wasn't
going to get anything.  Sanders would then take pleasure beads, lathering
them up with the lube and sliding it into Jonathan's ass.  Again,
Jonathan's cries were muffled by the ball gag.

As for myself, I continued to hold out, moaning with every slide of
dildo, but sucking it in to hold back on the pain.  It was then that
Grant mentioned to Sanders that it looked like I was deserved of some fun
since I was being a good boy.  Sanders came over, leaving Jonathan tied
up, with the beads still in his ass, crying.  Sanders congratulated me
and said I was rewarding of some fun.  Grant stood up, sliding his
underwear off, revealing his uncut cock.  He had quite a bush of hair
behind it and I'd say it was a good seven inches.  With lube still on his
hands, he quickly lubed up his cock and slid it into my alright lubed
ass.  It slid in with ease, and I let a moan out.  Sanders would slide
his underwear off too, leading my face to his cock.  Grant would start to
fuck my ass, while I began to suck off Sanders.  All in the meanwhile, I
still heard Jonathan's crying and wimpering.  I took all I could of
Sanders in my mouth, while his friend pounded my hole.  I moaned in
pleasure, still fighting off the pain in my ass from the lube.  It slowly
however started to wear off as Grant continued to fuck me.  Sanders then
instructed me to show Grant the pleasure he was getting.  Grant slipped
his cock out of me, and I turned around, and began to suck his cock.  The
lube had a cinnamon kind of taste to it.  Sanders immediately shoved his
saliva covered cock into my ass, and proceeded to fuck me.  I could smell
the sweat in Grant's pubic hairs as I continued to suck him off.  Sanders
continued pounding my ass, sliding down my jock, giving me the pleasure
of a reach-around, while I continued verociously sucking Grant off.  All
three of our moans filled the air in the basement.  It wouldn't be long
before I got Grant to cum.  He warned me ahead that he was going to cum,
and he pulled me away at the last second, jerking his cock and spraying
his warm cum all around my mouth.  I continued being fucked, with Grant
now positioning himself, laying down underneath me.  He slid down my I
felt his mouth and tongue touch my cock.  He started to suck me off,
while Sanders continued to fuck.  The pleasure was amazing.  I found
myself starting to fuck Grant's mouth, with every pump of Sanders' cock
in my ass.  It wasn't long, before I felt myself cumming into Grant's
mouth.  My orgasm was amazing, and I moaned loudly to make the neighbours
hear it.  After another five minutes, Sanders finally blew his load,
shooting his warm cum in my ass.  He asked me then to squeeze out his
cum.  I agreed, and squeezed my sphincter together.  I felt the cum ooze
out of my hole, running down my leg.

I began to clean myself with a towel available, while Sanders agreed to
check on Jonathan, who still was crying from the pain of the lube.  The
pain was unbearable and he felt embarassed by this situation.  Once
unstrapped, he yanked out the ball gag, and ran upstairs crying.  All the
while, Grant was having a chuckle about this, mocking him.  I looked at
them both in disgust, and called them assholes.  I ran upstairs,
following Jonathan.  I got upstairs to the bedroom, where Jonathan was
still in tears.  He had already started to get dressed, not caring.  I
tried to get in a word, but he was already dressed and leaving the
bedroom, not listening to me.  I quickly threw on my clothes and ran
after him.  He had already left through the front door.  I followed, not
caring of Sanders calling me back from downstairs.

I ran after Jonathan down the street.  I managed to catch up with him.  I
gave him a hug, holding him as he started to cry.  I didn't know whether
it was the torture or the embarassment, or both that had him this way.  I
told him to come to my house to get cleaned up.  I stopped at a payphone,
calling home, however mom wasn't home.  We started off to my house,
walking the street.  All I knew is I wanted him to get to my house to get
cleaned up.  This night was memorable for the experience I had with
Sanders and his friend, but even more for what me and Jonathan would have
later on that night.  I'll share that in my next entry.