Teacher and Me: Afterschool Doubleteam

Monday, 8 May of ’72 and six weeks of school left.  I spent Sunday relaxing—slept in, caught two movies, worked on a model kit—after a busy weekend.  Friday I’d traded blowjobs with Mr. Gull, the substitute gym teacher [Teacher and Me: Sucking the Substitute ], and was later gangbanged in the owner’s office at a private men’s club [Mr. Noguchi].  Saturday, I landed a part-time job with Mr. Collier and spent that evening celebrating with him and two of his buddies [Mister Collier Gives Me a Job].   I was looking forward to Mr. Collier’s poker party Friday and, to a lesser extent, a second meet with Mr. Gull on Wednesday.

Then Mr. Gull changed the plan.

The Monday class went normally [jock strap inspection, class and shower, then his private, closed door pep talk, this time with Derek, while Gull dressed], but after the pep talk, Gull came up behind me and said, loudly, “TAYLOR: detention, my office, 3:05!”

No explanation.  Ed Collier [Mr. Collier’s son] asked, “What’d you do?” and I shrugged, “Crossed my eyes maybe.”

I managed to get to the locker room at 3:07 and Gull met me at the door, “Jock and shorts, two laps, shower then straight into my office.”  The window was frosted, but I could see a figure sitting in the office and asked who it was.  Gull said, “Three laps.  Anything else?” and I got changed up, ran the laps, took a shower and tapped on the office door, still damp with a towel around my waist.

Gull, wearing his gym shorts, socks and shoes, opened the door and said, “Mr. Haney wasn’t here.”  I was surprised to see that the second person was indeed Mr. Haney, the teacher Gull was subbing for.  Haney frowned, “Is that clear, Taylor?”  I nodded and said “Yeah” to which he muttered “Right.”

Haney was just under six foot and muscular with a pot belly and love handles, black hair that looked dyed and a rough face.  He was wearing black slacks and shirt and sneakers.  As a teacher, he favored the natural athletes and ignored and at times openly mocked the skinny, non-athletes.  I wrestled, but not that well, so I was on a list he put up with but treated with mild disdain.   The wrestlers weren’t “real” athletes [like football or baseball players].  I didn’t like Haney and he paid very little attention to me.

Until today.

Gull took a bottle of scotch out of a drawer, uncapped it and took a shot, “Want some?”  I said yes and went over and took a pull.  He pushed his shorts down and pulled his jock aside to expose his cock.  “And this, Taylor?  You want a mouthful?” 

Haney got up and locked the door, then sat again, smirking.

I said “Yeah”, and Gull lowered his shorts and jock to his ankles, “Go on.”

I knelt and started with his balls, licking and kissing and sucking them and his cock started to respond immediately.  I licked the shaft and head then took it into my mouth and started sucking it.  It didn’t take long to coax it to its full seven-plus inches.  Gull let me work it for a couple of minutes, then eased my head back off it, “You want some, Bob?”

I jumped when Haney answered from right behind me “Yeah.  Turn around here, Taylor.”

I reached for the scotch, Gull smiled and nodded, and I took a shot before turning around.  Just as well, too.  To my surprise Haney had over eight inches of cock, thankfully not real thick.  He stroked it and smiled, “Well go ahead, Taylor.  What’re you waiting for?”  He let his slacks and shorts fall. 

I took hold of his cock around the midway point to, bluntly, keep him from trying to gag me and took it into my mouth, my own cock springing to life as I did.  He had a good-looking cock; I have to give him that.  And I’m not referring to the size [in fact, I’ve always preferred 5 to 7.5 inchers]; I mean it was just a seriously attractive cock.  I worked it slowly and steadily, moving my tongue around it, sucking at it and moving my head along the shaft, absolutely loving the feel and taste of it.

Gull stood up after a few minutes and joined us, waving his cock at me.  I switched over, licked and kissed it and engulfed it, becoming hornier by the second.  I stroked Haney’s cock and fondled his balls while I sucked Gull’s, then switched over, taking as much of Haney’s dick as I could while I fondled Gull’s.

After a few minutes of me going back and forth, Haney grabbed my hair, holding me still.  He withdrew partway, eased forward and pumped my mouth casually for a minute, “Are we locked up?”

Gull drank, “Yeah, the gym’s locked.  Stand up, Taylor.”  He moved some files, clearing half the desk.  Haney withdrew from my mouth and I stood up.

Gull gave me the bottle and I drank, already buzzed, and gave it back.  He stepped out of his shorts and jock and drank, “Now,” he stroked his cock, “drop the towel and stay or keep it on and leave.”  He retrieved a jar of lube from a desk drawer and banged it on the desk.  Haney opened his shirt.

And I dropped the towel.

Mr. Haney whistled softly, “I should have been paying more attention to you, Taylor.”  He touched my back and moved his hand slowly down to my ass, “Christ, he’s got a better ass than my wife.”  He squeezed my ass cheeks hard, “Go ahead, Ron.”

“Grab the desk and bend over.”  Gull opened the lube and stepped around behind me and pushed my head down, “Head down, ass up.”  He lubed my entry, then pushed his thumbs into me, lubing and spreading, taking his time, shoving his thumbs all the way in and stretching my hole.

Mr. Haney sighed, “I haven’t got all night, Ron.  You want me to lead?”

“Nah,” he shoved his lubed cockhead into my ass, “I’m sorry to say,” thrust forward gently, “It won’t take long from here,” Jerked my hips back and thrust again, filling me, and let out a satisfied “aah, better than I fucking imagined.”  He started fucking me at a good pace, moving my hips while he pumped my ass.

Mr. Haney moved closer and covered my mouth for a few seconds, then stuck two fingers in.   I licked and sucked them, working them like a dick.

Mr. Gull sped up, holding my hips tight, fucking my ass harder…deeper…then short, fast strokes for a few minutes and deep and hard again, slamming into me.

Mr. Haney withdrew his fingers, brushed my hair.

And Mr. Gull kept riding my ass harder, grunting, “That’s good…fucking hot…bitch…so good…”

Mr. Haney gripped my hair and pressed me down against the desk.

Mr. Gull groaned and shot a healthy load into my ass.  He thrust a few more times and withdrew, “Fucking A sweet.”  He drank and sat down, “Fuck.”

Mr. Haney lubed his cock and shoved it halfway into my hole, withdrew and thrust in further and out to the head, teasing, thrust forward a little, then all the way in and started fucking me steady and smooth.  He kept that up for a few minutes, then withdrew and got me down on hands and knees, on my towel.  He slapped my ass a couple times, hard, then shoved his dick back into my ass and started fucking me faster, “Should have done this a long time ago.”

Mr. Gull came over and rubbed his limp cock against my lips.

Mr. Haney slowed down, put my left hand on my dick and started stroking it.

I licked Mr. Gull’s cockhead, kissed it, licked his cumhole.  My dick pulsed in my hand.

Mr. Haney released my hand, grabbed my thighs and fucked me harder, in short, quick strokes.

I sucked at Mr. Gull’s cock and it throbbed to life again.  I cried out softly as my dick pulsed again and I shot my load into my hand.

Mr. Haney thrust deep and his cum exploded into me.  He squeezed my ass cheeks together, shot two more loads and withdrew, “Goddamn.  Sweet fuck…fucking tasty.”

Mr. Gull’s cock went limp again.  He helped me up and they took me to the showers where Haney had me clean all three of us up.  Afterward they dressed in the office and I dressed in the locker room.  Haney left after thanking Gull and patting my ass and telling me “Maybe I’ll see you around.”  Gull suggested we do this again Friday, but I told him I was busy.  He was okay with that [“No problem.  I’m sure we’ll do this again before graduation.”] and when I asked to use the phone told me “Sure, anytime.”

And he stood beside me through three phone calls, occasionally feeling my ass.

I called home from the office and told Uncle Mitch I was going to get something to eat with some of the guys.  Mr. Collier had called, and so had Joseph, both sounded important.  I said I’d update him and called Joseph first.  He told me I had a job interview with the manager of Mr. Noguchi’s club Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday at 4:00 pm.  I scheduled Wednesday and Joseph said he’d pick me up at home.  Mr. Collier wanted me to come by for a seven o’clock shoot if I could.  “No big deal if you can’t, with the short notice.”  I said I’d be glad to, he asked if I’d eaten and we agreed he’d pick me up in half an hour, we’d eat, then head to the studio.

Which is another story 😉