GYM SEX: (renamed Locker Room Lust by First Hand)
                                 by Lance Kester

     (This story is based on the imagination and experience of the writer.
  It was written before the days when we had to consider SAFE SEX.  It
is for you sexual enjoyment, but please remember to play SAFE with       SEX.
LK)

     My friends are always telling me how lucky I am to young, handsome, and
an  English teacher.  Actually, being a teacher is why they think I'm lucky.
I do  get to be around good looking young male students students all the time,
but  that is all I can do.  Most of them are under age, and I am a teacher.
So  what's to do but look?  In fact, it was a lesson I learned early in the
school  year.
     Last September I was fresh out of college, and with my degree in hand, I
was ready to teach young people how to use their mother tongue.  Soon I found
that much of my time was spent going to the gym to see the head coach about
students who were not going to qualify to play sports if their grades did not
improve.  It took no time to become attracted to Coach Johns.  He was blond
tall, and  very handsome.  He had a great body, a booming bass voice, and a
bulging crotch.  He also had a wife who was always pregnant.  But the coach
was  too busy to be worried by an English teacher.  He would push me off on
Phil,  the assistant coach.
     Phil is not nearly as attractive as Coach Johns.  No one at school is.
But he is not unattractive.  He's about two or three year older than me and a
couple of years younger than the coach.  Like most atheletes, he has a very
good looking body.  It was his attitude that I did not like from the first.
Right away he made it obvious that he did not think much of me or English.
His  attitude was that I did not play sports and that English was not
important to  the school players.  I reminded him that if they didn't keep up
their grades,  they would not play sports.  This remark did not help our
relationship.      Then there was that eventful day in late September.  I was
passing through  the locker room on the way to the coach's office when I saw a
good looking  football player coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped
around his  waist.  It was the same student whose work I had come to complain
about.  The  student stopped and looked at me with a knowing smile and said,
"Hello, teach.   What you doin' here?"  And with these words, he
"accidentally" dropped his  towel giving me full view of his marvelous cock.
Without thinking my eyes were  glued on his dick which immediately started to
grow.  I caught myself and  looked the other way, but it was too late.  The
student smiled and walked  away.  Breathing hard, I started for the office,
but before I had taken a dozen  steps, the student called me in a loud and
defiant tone.  I turned to see him  standing in front of his locker.  He was
facing me with his towel wrapped  around his neck and was rubbing his fully
errected cock in what could have been  either and itch or an invitation.  He
called out, "Hey, how did I do on that  test?"  I started to tell him he
failed it, but I paused and once more felt  unable to stop watching as he
rubbed his dick more suggestively than before.      "You did fine," I lied.
He had me.  What else could I say?  And before I  could feel the remorse of
compromise, Phil was standing in front of me.  He had  seen the whole thing
between me and the student.  He demanded I come into his  office, and I did so
wondering if I would ever teach again.  He made me sit in  a chair next to his
desk until everybody, even the janitor, had gone home.      He said he was
glad that coach Johns was out of town and had not seen what  he had seen.
Trying to bluff I asked just what he thought he had seen, but it  was no good.
I could feel the blood flushing my face with embarassment.   Without ever
putting a name on it, he made several remarks about "strange and  unnatural"
relationships.  He spoke piously about protecting the students.   This was too
much and I responded angrily.  Protect them, hell!  The kid had  just
shamelessly waved a raging hardon practically in my face.  Phil said I had
looked first, and I said that was a goddamn lie.  I figured I had lost my job
and that I might as well go down swinging.  There was a pause, and when Phil
did not respond to my last statement, I said calmly that I had never once
touched a student.  When I said that, his voice changed.  He became almost
civil and said he believed me.  I suddenly realized that in denying my
involvement I had at the same time conceded my sexual inclinations.  Phil had
tricked me into denying one thing and admitting another.  After another pause,
he said he was glad I had told the student he had passed the test and that
there were several other students who needed to pass some tests and that he
wanted me to take care of them.
     At that moment all I could think of was that he was not blowing the
whistle on me.  I was going to continue to be a teacher.  This brought on such
a feeling of relief that I did not see until later what I would have to pay
dearly for that brief view of a naked youth.  In fact, I was about to make my
first of many payments to the assistant coach.
     Still talking kindly about working with him to get the students "over the
English hurdle" -he like sports metophers-, he went to his office door and
locked it.  Next he came to the chair where I was sitting and stood directly
in  front of me.  Since he was still talking about his students, I did not
think  much about his being so close to me, until I looked and saw that right
in front  of my face, he had an enormous hardon.  Moreover, it was the biggest
hardon I  had ever seen.  At first I even thought it was a stick or something
he had put  there for a joke.
     Quickly I looked up into his eyes.  He was saying that I should not worry
about what happened in the locker room.  It would be our secret.  We all have
to take care of each other around here, he said.  You take care of the
students, and I'll take care of you, and you can take care of me.  With these
words, he took a step closer and I felt something touch my chin.  It was his
dick!  The longest dick I had ever seen.  While he had been talking, he had
taken it out and moved it right up to my mouth.
     And what did I do?  I sucked.  Phil's dick is so fucking big that it
hurts, but that day he was so hot it didn't take long to shoot my mouth full
of  his hot cum.  It was a silent blow job.  I did what I had to do, and he
apparently enjoyed it.  As I was leaving his office, he said quietly that this
was our little "game plan" and no one need know it.  Also, he said for me to
come back later in the week and we would "run this play" again and that he was
glad to have me "on his team."  Jesus, it was one thing to have his giant cock
attacking my mouth, but to have his stupid sports jargon assaulting my mind
was  almost too much.
     For the next few days I was able to avoid Phil.  We had different lunch
periods which spared me daily confrontations.  And I had decided never again
to  go to the gym to complain about his precious athetes.  I did run into
Coach  Johns in the hall.  He made of point of stopping me and saying that he
was glad  Phil and I had worked out an agreement on the football players.  I
could hardly  look the Coach in the face, and I could not tell if he knew the
whole story.   Somehow I doubted it.  Surely Phil would not imply that I was a
cocksucker  without the Coach wanting me fired at once.  And just as surely,
Phil would not  have told him what I had done to keep my job.  If I could just
get through this  year, I would request a transfer to another school.
     On Friday the Student President and I met with the social committee
during  study hall.  Someone suggested we meet in the gym since the next
school dance  was going to be there.  We met at one end while a class of
nineth graders were  playing basketball at the other end.  During our meeting,
I caught a glimpse of  Phil.  He was supervising the basketball game.  I could
not help but notice  that he had an excellent athelete's body, and I knew what
a load of meat his  jockstrap was carrying around.  Maybe under any other
circumstances, I would  enjoy getting on my knees for him.  But he also had
that go-get-em and kick-ass  mentality that turned me off.  Besides, he did
not really like me, and the  advantage he took of me amounted to blackmail.
He got horny, he used me, and  dismissed me.  I had been a means of letting
off steam.  I was hoping it would  never happen again.
     When our meeting broke up, Phil caught me going out the
door.                "What you doing after school today?" he asked with a
knowing smile.
     "I have some papers to grade," I replied trying to sound like I did not
want to be bothered with anything else.
     "Good.  I'm free to help you," he said with his smile turning into a
leer.  A blind man could see what was on his mind.  "Why don't you bring them
to my office.  No one will be there after school today, and we won't be
disturbed."  With this words he slowly rubbed his crotch in case I had missed
the unmistakable message.
     "I don't think I can make it today," I said weakly.
     By now the game on the gym floor had stopped and the students were
looking  toward us.  I pointed toward his class.
      "I think you can," he said more firmly and wemt back to the game.      I
returned to my next class infuriated that I let Phil intimidate me.   Somehow
he made me feel that I was in the wrong and that he was right.  He had  found
me out and would tell on me if I refused to submit to his sexual  advances.
But what the hell was he going to tell?  What could he say?  That he  was
letting the tenth grade English teacher suck on his dick about twice a  week?
That he thought I was not safe to be around the kids!  Hell, even if our  sex
was one way, he was as much a part of the deed as I was.  Blow jobs are by
definition a two party affair.
     When I went into the gym office after school, I had calmed down.  In
fact,  the idea of having sex right in school and especially in the boys' gym
really  turned me on.  My dick got hard walking through the locker room.  No
one was  there, but I could hear the shower in the inner office.  I entered
and closed  the door behind me.  I put the papers I had brought on the table
and started  grading them.
     In a few minutes the water stopped running, and Phil came out drying
himself off.  He smiled crookedly when he saw me and gave his cock a good
rubbing with the towel.  I asked where the head coach was and went on grading
the papers.  I asked just to make sure it was safe to proceed, but Phil seemed
to take offense.  Maybe he thought I was reminding him that he was only an
assistant.  At any rate, the question bugged him.  Going to the door to make
sure it was locked, he said the coach was out of town.
     "Why do you ask about the Head Coach?" he asked with a snear.  You got a
thing for him, or what?"
     I ignored his questions.
     Coming up next to where I was sitting, he said, "I'll show you a head.
Look at the head of this cock."  And with these words he waved his limp cock
flopping it up and down right in front of my face.
     At this point I gave up or gave in.  I had to admit that whatever else I
thought about Phil, I knew he had one of the biggest dicks I had ever sucked.
 I also knew that if I wanted to get it all in my mouth, I had to do it when
it  was soft.  After it got hard, there was not a mouth on earth that could
take it  all.  Quickly, I stopped his dick's motion right in the middle of a
flop and  sucked it entirely into my mouth.  At that moment, I discovered one
of Phil's  few good points.  As bad as his talk to me outside of sex was, when
I sucked  his cock into my mouth, he knew just what to say.
     "That's the boy," he cooed softly.  "Take it all in there where it
belongs.  Yeah, suck it hard.  Treat it right with that hot mouth of yours."
He went on with these words and rubbing his hands through my hair.  And when
he  was rock hard and only about half of his ten inches could get into my
mouth, he  pulled on my ears and gently pushed the back of my head as to
encourage me to  take all I could.  I needed little encouragement.  By the
time Phil got really  hard, I was in heat and without a conscience.  I did not
like him, but I sure  liked his dick.  Besides, I could not see his face.  All
I could see was that  muscular stomach in front of my eyes.  All I could feel
was that big dick  moving in and out of my mouth.  My right hand rubbed the
shaft of his dick that  would not got into my mouth.  My left hand cupped his
large balls.  I gave him  a blow job to remember.
     When he cummed in my mouth, he moaned so loud that anyone within earshot
could have heard him.  Before pulling his dick out, he took hold of my head
and  just stood there letting his cock grow soft while my tongue cleaned it of
all  cum.  I reached down and began to rub on my own hardon.  When he saw me
doing  that, he pulled away and went to a desk and took out a large envelop.
     "Want to see some pictures?" he asked throwing the envelop at me.  Inside
were a dozen or more shots of football players in the locker room.  None of
them were nude, but they were in various stages of undress.  Some were
grabbing  their cock and clowning for the photographer.  On the surface, they
were  innocent enough, but as hot as I was, they really turned me on.  I
pulled out  my dick and started banging it.  By then Phil had dressed and was
ready to  leave.  He threw me the towel he had used to shower and told me to
not to get  cum on the pictures or on the floor.  Next he gave me a key and
told me to lock  up when I left, and with these words, he went out.
     It was strange and quiet being alone in the coach's office.  As soon as I
knew Phil was out of the building, I went to the lockers and opened Coach
Johns' locker.  I pulled ot his sweat pants and buried my face in the crotch
wishing like hell he was in them.  Next I pulled out his jock strap and chewed
on it.  I had never done anything like that before, but I was hot as hell.  I
went back to the pictures and found one of the coach and started pounding my
dick.  I put his jock strap in my mouth and fixed my eyes on his beautiful
body.  Within a minute I was spraying cum all over the towel that Phil had
given me.
     I put the pictures back in the drawer and the coach's jock strap back in
his locker hoping it would dry before he put his big dick and balls in it.  I
turned off the lights and carefully locked the office behind me.  As I walked
through the locker room, I suddenly felt a fondness for sports that I had
never  known.
     Friday night I went to my first football game.  I decided if I was being
forced to give passing grades to the players, I might as well watch them play.
 But down deep I also knew it would be a chance to see Coach Johns in action.
I  sat as near the playing field as I could and kept my eyes on him more than
on  the game.  It gave me a hardon to think that I had sucked on his jock
strap,  maybe the very one he was wearing at that moment.  His dick and balls
were  rubbing against the cloth where my lips and tongue had been.  I knew
that was  as close as I would ever get to his crotch, but the thought turned
me on.  By  then I was hot and horny.
     I also had to piss.  As soon as my dick soften, I hurried to the nearest
toilet.  It was one of those big stadium toilets with rows of urinals.  I took
one and was immediately joined by an middle-aged gentleman.  He was handsome
with grey hair.  I noticed he was looking at my dick which was still semi
hard.  He commented on it, and I tried to pass it off saying it stayed hard.
He reached over and took it in his hand while I was still pissing.  I could
not  very well pull away and piss on myself, and by the time I had finished, I
was  getting to enjoy the feel of his hand.  He told me to follow him, and he
walked  into a stall.  I looked and saw no was there but us, and then quickly
I  followed him.  I had never had sex with anyone ten years older than I, and
it  gave me a sense of excitement.  I was bone hard again.
     When I opened the door, he was sitting on the stool waiting. Without a
word he pulled out my dick, admired it briefly, and then plunged down on it
taking it fully.  I let out a gasp.  I couldn't believe it!  He had my long
dick completely down his throat.  His nose was in my pubic hair.  Then he
began  to hum, and I could feel the muscles in his throat massaging the whole
shaft of  my dick.  I grabbed him by the head about the time he was coming up
for air.   As soon as I heard him breath, I pushed his head back down on my
dick.  It was  more than I could take.  I started unloading what felt like a
quart of cum into  his throat.  Overhead the crowd was roaring over a touch
down.  I let out a  yell all my own.  I, too, had scored.  The man stood and
started pumping his  own dick.  With a great sense of appreciation, I took his
dick in my own hand  and within ten seconds, he was shooting a long stream of
cum on the floor.  The  crowd above roared at the extra point.  My older
friend yelled with them.      When I reached the exit, I stopped, wrote my
name and number on a piece of  paper, and gave it to him.  I told him I was
ready for a repeat any time he  was.  He looked surpised and then smiled
broadly.
     Our team won that night, and I was happy, not so much for their victory
as  for mine.  I had had my first sex with an older man, and I damned well
like  it!  For the rest of the game, I kept thinking about how many times I
had gone  to a bar and chosen to go home with some young kid who wanted to
suck my cock,  but when he got down to it, he was terrible.  That guy in the
toilet was a pro  in dick sucking, and I wanted to be just as good.  I decided
next time I was  sucking on Phil's big dick that I would do it justice.
     The next Wednesday I stayed after school with a student committee.  It
was  nearly four thirty when I locked my room and started for the exit.  The
school  was deserted.  As I passed the gym I thought about Phil's big dick.  I
put my  hands in my pocket to pull out my car keys, and as I did, a key fell
on the  floor.  It was the key to the coach's office that Phil had given me to
lock  up.  I reminded myself to return it.  But then I thought about those
sexy  pictures in the gym office and the coach's jock strap, and I decided to
return  the key right then.
     No one was in the gym or the locker room.  The office was closed and I
knew it was locked.  God that was exciting!  I walked quietly up to the door
and slipped in the key.  Suppose I got caught?  Hell, hadn't Phil given me a
key?  What could he say?  Besides, who was to catch me?  People run away from
school at three o'clock as if it were on fire.
     By now I was on fire with excitement.  My dick was rock hard. I turned
the  lock and easied open the door.  The first thing I noticed was that the
bathroom  door was open and letting light into the dark office.  My heart
skipped a  beat.  Was someone in the bathroom or shower?  Then I saw him.
Standing next  to his desk with his back toward me and totally naked was Coach
Johns.  I  figured he had just come out of the shower.  I caught a brief view
of his  beautiful ass, before He turned around quickly with a startled look on
his  face.  I was equally startled to see had a huge hardon that was shinny
wet.   His face changed to a smile, and he spoke to someone I could not see,
"Well,  look who's here."  He motioned me in and told me to lock the door.  I
moved in  a daze.  He motioned me to come to him.  As I did I saw Phil
standing on the  other side of him  I wondered where he had come from.  I had
not seen him when  I walked in.  Phil was also naked.
     "Phil tells me you know what to do with a hard dick," he said very
friendly as if telling me I was a good football player.  "How about giving me
a  sample."  It was neither a request nor a suggestion.  It was a demand, and
I  responded enthusiastically.  I was on my knees at once and sucked his wet
dick  deep in my mouth.  It was big, but not as big as Phil's.  It was a long
narrow  one, and as soon as I got it good and wet, I thought about the older
man in the  stadium, and I sucked that cock all the way down to the base.  My
nose was  nestled in the pubic hairs of the coach, and I was sniffing up his
glorious  aromas.  When I did this, he yelled, and I looked up and his arms
were up in  the air like a referee at a touchdown.  I guess he thought he had
scored.  I  knew I had.
     After I had sucked for a couple of minutes, the coach reached down and
pulled me to my feel.  He told Phil to help me out of my clothes, and the two
of them began undressing me.  I made no effort to help them.  They were in
control.
     When Phil pulled down my pants, my hard dick sprang right out toward
coach  Johns.  He took hold of it and laid it atop his cock and queezed the
two  together and said, "Well, well.  What have we here, Phil?  The little
English  teacher does have a cock.  One to be proud of."  Phil grumbled that
it was not  as big as his.  Coach told him no one had him beat in that
department.  "Why  don't we see what he can do with this long dong?" he said
to Phil pulling hard  on my dick.
     Phil looked a little hurt and asked if he had to, and the coach told him
to go to it.  With those words, he pushed me down in a chair, and reluctantly
Phil got on his knees between my legs.  Then it came to me why I did not see
him when I walked into the office.  He was on his knees sucking the coach.
This thought hit me about the time Phil's mouth hit my dick.  He nibbled on it
until the coach told him to get with it.  Then Phil set into blowing me like a
pro.  Jesus! could he suck dick.  I could not believe it.  That bastard who
had  forced me to blow him was now between my legs eating up my cock like a
hungry  son of a bitch.  What a slight!  I was in heaven.
     But I did not get to see much of Phil, for at that moment the coach
turned  my head and pushed his hot cock right down my throat, and I went for
it full  tilt.  And while I sucked on the idol of my dreams, he kept talking
to me in  that deep bass voice of his offering me words of encouragement and
telling me  how good I could suck cock.  Then he told Phil to check out my
balls.   Obediently, Phil went for my balls and gave them a good licking.
     "How's that ass of his look, Phil?" coach Johns asked. "You'd better
check  it.  See if it needs cleaning."
     Phil lifted my legs and without even looking, he buried his mouth on my
asshole.  Then he started giving me a tongue fucking that about sent me to the
moon.
     "Get it juiced up," said the coach.  "I think I'll have me some tale of
an  Englishman."  He laughed at his little joke and then pulled out his dick
and  reached down and picked me up in his arms as if I were a little kid.  He
carried me to a cot in the corner and laid me down.  Phil handed him some
lubicant, and without a word he lifted my legs and looked straight into my
eyes  as he easied his dick nonstop right into my asshole.  I did not flinch.
This  was a fuck I had only dreamed about, and I was completely ready.  His
pleasure  was mine.  He began his movements in and out keeping eye contact
with me all  the time.  His dick felt marvelous in my ass.  He could have
fucked me all  night.  I knew it was the best fuck of my life, and I wanted it
to last.  He  did too, for he would bring himself up to climax and then slow
down.  The whole  time he fucked me, he only spoke once.  He said, "You got
some asshole, here.   I think this is as good as my old lady's pussy.  I may
have to make a habbit of  this."  With these words he shot an atheletic load
of cum up my willing ass.   Then he fell across my chest and just lay there
until his dick soften and  slipped out of me.
     He got up to go to the shower, and I looked up and saw Phil in animal
heat.  "Can I have some?" he asked.  The coach told him to be easy on me and
went to the shower.  Phil waited until the coach was in the shower and the
water was running.  Then he looked at me and said, "You little slut.  You
think  you're something because he made me suck you.  Well, I hope you liked
it  because now it's time to pay me back."
     He came up close and I reached up and pulled his big dick in my mouth,
but  he pulled it out.  "Nope," he said with a wicked smile.  "I want some of
what  he got."
     I did not think it possible take Phil's dick up my ass, but as they say
about a will making its own way, so Phil's dick made its journey into my ass.
 I can not say it was all fun.  At first, I thought I would die, but Phil
started in on his sweet talk, and soon he had his huge cock buried out of
sight  in my hole.  Maybe the coach had warmed me up, but I not only took
Phil's dick  but began to enjoy it.  Fortunately, he cummed soon, and it was
all over.  He  went into the shower as the coach was coming out.
     As soon as Phil got into the shower, the coach sat down beside me on the
cot.  He rubbed my dick and said he had really enjoyed it and wanted it again
soon.  I said any time.  Then he said he enjoyed it so much that he would like
to pay me back but that I must not tell Phil.  I agreed and was wondering what
he meant.  He looked me fully in the eyes again, and then he leaned over and
sucked my dick into his mouth.  I could not believe the sight before my eyes.
 That beautiful, handsome, manly, atheletic face was in my crotch.  My dick
was  sinking in and out of his mouth.  He was tonguing the head of my dick.  I
could  not take anymore.  I fire a load of cum into his mouth without warning,
but he  continue sucking until my dick was soft in his mouth.  He gently
licked my  balls until we heard the water stop running in the shower and knew
that Phil  was finished.
     As the three of us were leaving the gym office, the coach said to Phil
that he was glad we had worked things out with the English teacher and that
the  three of us would have to get together several times a week after school
to go  over our game plans.  I asked if we would run the same play over.  The
coach  laughed and said he had several we could try.  I decided right then
that I  loved sports.