My Sophomore Sweetheart

I was too nervous to seduce a man in public, however, as of course, most men were totally straight and would probably report me if I came onto them in there. I was hopeless that I’d never get to live out my fantasy while I was still so young, underage, and in high school. Luckily, it didn’t take too long of a wait. It wasn’t until I took my grade eleven Phys-ed class in the second semester, that I found the man that really excited me the most. It was our new substitute gym teacher, Mr. Adams. Our main gym teacher was on leave for his wife’s maternity, so Mr. Adams took over teaching our class for two months. Mr. Adams was a stocky white man in his late fifties. He kind of had the body of a bear. He had a hairy chest, was bald with a goatee, and had a nicely built body. His arms were quite muscular, I really wanted to feel them but was way too shy to ask. He looked like the stereotypical gym teacher as he’d always wear a polo shirt with shorts and running shoes. He’d also carry a clipboard and whistle everywhere, marking our attendance and evaluations. He had a strong, commanding voice that gave me goosebumps every time I heard it. I remember the first time I saw him; I was kind of turned on. I had been looking for a man for so long, it felt like that was my moment. I was going to be with him for two whole months! I had to find chances and opportunities to make my daring and risky move. If things went wrong, it could have risked suspension, expulsion, or my big secret coming out to everyone. I was so nervous that he was one of those straight and uptight men. Still, I was willing to take that risk. My bum hole would itch every day to be penetrated. My butt would beg to be spanked red, and my cock would die to be rubbed and eaten. I just wanted to feel my buck-naked body in an older man’s arms. It was getting to the point of desperation as I was willing to do anything to find my man.

The first month’s unit was soccer. I tried to use the sport to my advantage in an effort to seduce him. It was going to be tough, but I was determined to pull through. I had to get him to somehow notice me. My worst nightmare was finding out that he was completely straight and unwilling to break the rules. So, I tried talking to him a lot throughout several classes. I got to know him better as I learned that he was married and had three kids that were still in school. I told him about myself from my interests to my grades and involvement at the school. I was school president for grades ten and eleven, so this information piqued his interest. He talked to me about how to manage my campaign and balance everything out. This topic became something we talked about a lot. It was something we developed in common as he soon seemed to remember me as the more popular kid and school president. During soccer practices and warmups, he soon became a bit fonder of me as he’d involve me a lot more. He kind of favorited me as he’d do things such as choose me to be captain of the team or getting me to tutor my classmates on certain techniques. He also seemed to warm up to me a lot more as he’d tease me when I messed up. He also referenced inside jokes that were just between us. I was so happy that I was making good progress in reeling him in, but I was worried that he would stop at that. I had a bad feeling that he might only want to stay as a teacher/student with a friendly relationship.

The next step was to make it known that I was sexually interested in him. Now that I had his attention, I would have to take the intensity a notch up and hope for the best. During some soccer classes, I would fantasize about him taking me back the school’s locker room after class.

In the fantasy, he’d take my uniform off and leave me in nothing but long socks and soccer cleats. I’d twerk for him and tease him on the bench while he jacked off to my shaking, bouncing cheeks. Then, unable to resist my sexy, nude body, he’d come up to me and spank me hard as the crisp noise echoed throughout the locker room. People outside would hear it. My anus would be nice and ready for him. And with my ass bright red from the spanking, he’d caress it gently and then finger my hole with his pen. He’d use a towel to gag me while he penetrated my bum hole. I’d then sit on his face while he ate me out, leaving my butt crack glistening with his saliva. With that he’d take his rock-hard cock out and impale my virgin hole. I’d give out muffled cries as I clung onto the lockers. My ass would be fed while he jerked me off and twisted my balls. The lockers would make a rhythmic creaking noise as he went for each thrust. We’d make out while he pleasured my hole and played with my cock. I’d look back at him, giving him a docile and innocent look as he’d confidently smile back at me. All my holes would be covered and satisfied. My mouth would be sucking in his tongue and saliva and my anus would be stretched out wide as it was taking his big hard cock. We would try various positions from doggy style to cowgirl to missionary. It would be so passionate as each moan I’d give would make him treat me even rougher. He’d thrust harder and harder. Then he’d finish off by planting his seed in my hole and I’d push it out onto the tiles of the locker room as if I were pooping. There’d be loud farting noises as I did that. I’d then lick it up off the floor and make out with him some more while he took us into the shower to rinse off. He’d scrub me down good and make sure the soap went to every corner leaving me squeaky clean.

This fantasy turned me on so much every class. It was the worst time to think about it, but I couldn’t help myself. He was right there, watching me play soccer. I’d have a huge erection while I ran around the field with the ball. I really hoped that no one would notice the bulge coming out of my shorts. Luckily no one did as everyone was too focused on the game. When he called us in, I was trying to calm down my cock as I tried not to think about him. I remember putting my hands at my crotch as my cock wouldn’t go down. It was too excited as it sensed his presence getting closer and closer. From the side, it literally looked like something was growing there and sticking out. I could also feel that it was getting a bit wet down there. I knew that the front of my briefs was soaked in pre-cum. I blushed and gave a nervous look as he looked directly towards me. Did he notice? Was he weirded out? Was this it? He just grinned as he looked down there and make a joke that I had taken too many shots to the nuts. Everyone laughed as I nervously laughed it off with them. After class while I was changing in the locker room, I took off my shorts and there was the biggest stain on my underwear. I took my cock out to let it breathe and there was so much dewy pre-cum oozing out. I got so horny from that ordeal that I took all my clothes off and snuck into the shower to jack off while my classmates were still changing in the other room.

For the rest of that day, I was so worried that he had seen my boner. It was embarrassing as I didn’t know what he truly thought of me. I assured myself that he was being friendly again and prepared for the next step.

The next class, I made sure to wear my tightest shorts. They were so tight, it looked as if my cheeks were begging to be freed. It really complimented my figure as it enhanced my curves and booty. I also tucked my shirt in. During stretches, I made a daring move as I bent down right in front of him on purpose as I reached for my toes. In that moment, my big butt was completely in his view. He could probably see my balls hanging too. I made sure to give him the best view as I was in that position for almost twenty seconds. I noticed that he was looking directly at me and I blushed. His attention made me feel so sexy in that uniform. I wanted so badly to just pull my shorts and underwear down, spread open my ass cheeks with both hands, and give him the best view of my anus and droopy ball sack as I bent over. I slowly started getting a boner again thinking about that, so I moved onto another stretching position. I made sure it was another sexy one by doing the ‘cobra stretch’ and ‘prayer stretch’. Both stretches made my butt pop out of my shorts as I could sense my crack was starting to show. He could clearly see all of it. I carried on nonetheless with some squats, but I was blushing so hard, my body was really heating up. He could probably see my big ass bobbing up and down during each squat. I was so anxious that he would get mad at me. We made brief eye contact when I was bending over again, but he quickly looked away, avoiding my stare. He didn’t say anything. I could see that he was staring at my body during those stretches, but still stayed quiet. For the rest of that class, he was more quiet than usual. His regular upbeat spirit was kind of lost as he seemed a bit sheepish. He also didn’t talk to me much and seemed avoidant. I was really worried at that point as I feared that I had offended him and destroyed my chances.

To be continued...