Teacher and Me: Sucking the Substitute

May 1972 and the end of high school was so close I could taste it.  My mother had extended her stay in Florida to at least mid-June and my dad would be overseas until December.  And Uncle Mitch, mom’s brother, who was staying with me, was cool.   He drank with me [mostly a beer or two but occasionally harder stuff], loved horror movies and let me go out as long as my grades were good.  The bad news was that the two weeks since my “party” with Mr. Collier, Mr. Anderson and Roger [Mister C and Friends: Roger and Mister A] had been sexually quiet [I was overusing my left hand of late 😉] with the single tease of hope at school, in the form of a substitute gym teacher [Mr. Gull].

Gull was middle aged, with grey hair and a stocky, not musclebound, build.  He was around six foot and had the strong-jawed features of a career Marine.  He was, in a word, intimidating.  He had come in last Friday [April 28] and had announced “I’m here for the duration of the year, so get used to it.  You play by my rules now and if you can’t…just be smart and learn to.  You don’t want to butt heads with me.”  Then he’d told us to line up in our jockstraps and conducted the first of our daily inspections.  The eight who lined up wearing their gym shorts were told to strip to their jocks or take a Fail for the day.  They stripped.  Another half dozen didn’t have straps.  He announced that anyone without one starting Monday would sit out and take a Fail for that day.  [And to give him credit he told one kid, who said he couldn’t afford one, to see him Monday before class.  Gull gave the kid a new jock.]

The class went normally, though I thought I caught Gull assessing one of the guys, a slim blonde named Derek, while we were doing warmup exercises.  He could have just been watching him because he wasn’t keeping up, but still.  He also showered with us and called us together again, fresh out of the shower, to tell us we’d done good and to keep it up.  He had Derek and a short kid named Lee accompany him to his office.  Lee told me later that it was to tell them they’d done particularly well and added “Gull toweled off and dressed in front of us, while he was telling us all that.”  I asked him if Gull had hit on them and Lee said no, he’d just dressed, like one of the guys.

Monday was the same: jockstrap inspection and a good session.  He seemed to be watching two of the guys, Terry and Michael, and took them to his office after shower, where he praised them while he dressed.  He also called Don Harrison in after dismissing them.  I heard later it was a “shape up” session though.

Tuesday, I tried catching his eye after the warmup exercises.  When I did, I looked down at his crotch and back into his eyes.  Clumsy, yes, and maybe risky, but I was learning.  I also showered directly opposite him.  No invitation to his office [but he did talk to four other guys].  No luck.

Wednesday, he caught up with me before jock inspection, grasped my shoulder and told me he wanted to talk to me.  And he used my last name.  That usually meant trouble.  I went with him, wearing only my jock, nervous.   He closed the door and sat at his desk, opened a file and started reading.  I started to sit, and he told me “Don’t.”  I waited, asked if I’d done something wrong.  Nothing.  I started to clasp my hands in front of me, then clasped them behind me.  He turned a page in the file, “No.”  He lowered the file and I couldn’t tell if he was reading or looking at me.  “No, no trouble.  You live with your uncle.”  I told him dad was out of country and mom out of state.  He flipped the page back, looking at me and smiled “Probably spoils Hell outta you.”  I said he didn’t, and Gull smiled and dismissed me.  I got to the door and he called me back.  I turned and he motioned me forward and was definitely looking at my crotch.  He was silent for a moment, bluntly assessing me, then dismissed me again, called me back, said “It’ll wait,” and let me leave.

Thursday, he called me into the office right after shower and it was as the others had described.  He dried off, not slowly but casually, and dressed while he went over how well I’d done this session.  [He was stocky but not flabby and had light body hair and an average sized cock.]  He tossed me a dry towel, “Dry off, you’ll catch cold.”  I dried my upper body and glanced at him, making eye contact.  He was waiting, smirking just a little.  He said, “That’s better,” and I dropped the towel around my waist and dried my legs, genitals and, turning my back to him, my ass, then wrapped the towel around my waist.  He muttered “Good,” and sat behind his desk.  He asked me about college, and I told him I was going to work 4 to 5 years, then go in for arts.  He had his feet up and his hands in his lap and I was sure he was fondling his cock.  My dick throbbed to life at that thought.  He waited and when my erection was obvious told me to come by after last class tomorrow and dismissed me.

And we get back to Friday, 5 May.  I wore red briefs, faded blue jeans [yes, of course tight] and a red long sleeve shirt to school and went through classes focused on that end of day meeting with Gull.  We talked a little more about college and he told me “…I like the effort you’re putting out for me.  You’ve got potential.”    It was 3:30 when we’d done, and he asked if I wanted a ride somewhere. I told him just a theatre [which was by the department store where I’d sucked cock for the first time].  

He had a gleaming black pickup with a bench seat that seemed to suit him thoroughly.  About 2 blocks from the school he put his hand on my thigh.  I spread my legs wide and he moved his hand up and told me “Move closer.”  I moved closer.  He fondled my cock and balls for a few minutes, then let go and got on the freeway and off at the next exit.  A few more turns and he pulled into a heavily wooded park.  There was one other vehicle there: an empty VW Bug.  He pushed the seat back and fondled my thigh, then opened my belt, “It’s quiet around here ‘til about six.”  He unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, “Take ‘em down.”

He opened his slacks while I got my hard cock out.  He took a bottle of scotch out of the glove compartment, “Take them down to your knees.  They don’t patrol and you’ll have time to pull ‘em up if someone pulls in.”  He took a drink and offered the bottle.  I drank and he capped the bottle and put it back, smiling, while I pushed my jeans and briefs down to my knees.

Gull ran his hand up my bare thigh, caressed my balls and fondled my cock, “Lift up.”   I did and he slid his hand under my ass, “You got a nice ass.   You like it fucked?”  I said yes and he smirked, “Yeah, you do.”  He went back to fondling my cock and balls, moved closer and started stroking my cock.  I went to kiss him, and he jerked his head away, “I don’t kiss, and I don’t get fucked.”  I apologized and relaxed into the hand-job. 

He stroked my cock for another couple of minutes, then scooted me over and started sucking me.  He used his tongue a lot, caressed my thighs and balls, moved his head up and down my shaft methodically.  Then he stopped and went back to stroking me, “Do you know if anyone else, besides you and Banks, is gay in your class?”  I almost laughed.  Tyrone Banks was our star quarterback, a six-foot African American, good looking, even tempered and the school stud.  I told him I didn’t know but that Tyrone wasn’t gay.  “Yeah, well, he seemed gay when I had my dick up his ass Wednesday.  You don’t know what you’ve been missing.  Kid has a solid eight inches, too.  Christ, Bob was getting a weekly blowjob out of him for the past two years.”  He fondled my balls, stroked my cock, “That’s Mr. Haney.”  [Haney was the teacher Gull was subbing for.]  He licked my cock, “You’ve got a nice dick.  Lift your ass again.”  He took my cock into his mouth, started sucking me faster and pushed a finger up my ass.  I lifted more and he penetrated me up to his knuckle.  I moaned softly.  He moved his finger and I cried out softly and came, shooting a two-day load into his mouth.

Gull swallowed and drank a shot of whiskey, then exposed his cock and stroked it.  I’d thought he was average when I saw it limp, but it was closer to seven inches plus hard.  He held the bottle out, “Drink.”  I drank a little and gave it back.  He gave it back to me, “Come on, drink.” 

I swallowed a good slug, then another and handed it to him, buzzed and smiling.  He put it in the glove compartment, “Fuck up a little Wednesday so I’ve got a reason to keep you after, if you’re interested.  Now put that mouth to work.”  I leaned over and started licking and kissing his cock.  He stroked my hair, “Nothing fancy, just good and quick, hear?”  I said yes and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking and licking, riding his shaft steadily.  He alternately caressed and tightly grasped my ass while I sucked him and he kept one hand on my head, preventing me from taking his cock out of my mouth.

After a few minutes he started pumping my mouth and fondling and patting my ass more roughly.  And a couple of minutes after that Gull grunted and shot a small load into my mouth.

We cleaned up with tissues and baby oil, and he asked, “I wonder why Bob never mentioned you, Taylor?”  I said he could call me Val, but he took a sip of scotch and smirked, “You never hit on him?”  Then made clear he was on a last name basis, “I like Taylor, you don’t mind.”   I said sure, “I never hit on anybody at school.  Too risky.”  “If you’re wrong, you’re secret’s out.”  “Or I’m a target.”  I’d taken a chance on Gull because he was new at the school.

It was quarter to five when I had him drop me off in the parking lot of the department store.  I decided to try that instead of the theatre on the off chance that Joseph, the businessman, might be cruising.

Which is another story.  😉

Til next time.