Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 22:31:20 -0800 (PST) From: Vashon Logwood Subject: The Coming of Steve Walker 2 Disclaimer: If you are under 21 or the legal age to view this material where you are then you got to leave. This is my fiction so in no way am I saying that this really happened. Its just my dirty little fantasy that I want to share with you. SO don't get mad. But if you want to send a shout out to me then hit me back at blaxmax20@excite.com. The Coming of Steve Walker Part 2 Music sifted across the empty classroom to Steve Walker. Mr. Waler was sitting in his chair grading paper from his class periods. He was a proud teacher. He was proud how much his students had improved in their writing and reading comprehension skills since he came to the school. Generally this was making him happy until he ran across a name. Just the sight of the name caused Steve to pring a hardon. The name was Phil Hamilton. Phil Hamilton was the school's quarterback. Blond haired, blue eyed 175 pounds of boy muscle. He was one arrogant guy and he was a smart aleck also. But he carried himself with a confidence that most of the students in the school could learn from. But Phil was a "d" average student that some how still managed to pass all his classes. Steve read the paper and as much as he wanted to put a "c" on the paper. It was clearly "d" work. There was no focus or effort put into the paper. The next day in class things went smoothly. The class discussed their mid terms coming up and went over some key information that would be on the test. The student listened intensely and took notes. All but one took note. Phil just sat back in his chair and stared out the window. Steve didn't make a big deal out of it. He just continued to teach. Near the end of the class, Steve passes back the papers he graded the day before. Everyone beside Phil was excted about the raise in their grades. Then the bell rung and everyone flew out of the classroom except for Phil. Phil slowly approached the desk where Steve was sitting. "You can't give me this....it'll get me kicked off of the football team," Phil pleaded. "Football is the only way I will even have a chance at going to college," Phil threw in. Steve felt a bit of sympathy but he also knew he wasn't helping the student if he simply passed him. "If you want, I can give you tutoring sessions," Steve offered. "I don't have time for that shit," Phil angrily spit out. "Well then you do it at home because if these grades keep up football days will be numbered," Steve said softly staring at the youth. Steve hoped that this would cause him to ask for extra help then he could get his grades up. Phil kicked the desk and stalked out of the class. Phil anger was masking the fear that he had about getting kicked off the football. Steve simply smirked thinking to himself that if he wasn't a teacher he would have really scared him for kicking his desk. Phil raced to the Coach. Coach was laying back in his office catching some sleep between physical education classes. The 210 pound, blue eye ex-military officer body quickly spranged up as he felt someone enter the office. "Oh, its my favorite football player. "The black english teacher is threatening to fail me...and if I fail I wont be able to play on the football team," Phil said adding a few fake sobs to the line. Coach lit up with anger as this was being told to him. "I'll talk to the teacher," Coach promised Phil. Phil smiled and thought to himself that things were all taken care of. Coach left out of the office and stomped through the hall on the way to Steve's classroom. Steve was sitting back in his chair when his door flew opened. The shock of the situation went instantly into Steve's body. "You tryna flunk my quarterback...that wouldn't be good," the coach said to Steve. Steve stood up and asked the Coach," Please leave." The Coach laughed and turned like he was leaving but caught Steve's arm and swung it around. Coach had Steve in a hold now. Steve struggled to get lose. "Listen girly man, Phil passes this class is that clear," the Coach whisphered in his ear. The Coach was feeling Steve up and grinding into Steve's ass. Steve was faking anger and put up a good fake struggle. But Steve was enjoying himself. "If Phil brings you a blank paper...its an "A" got it,"said the coach. Steve nodded as the Coach let him go and walked to the door. "Thanks for the good time....next time you might be naked," the coach said laughing all the way out of the class. Steve started laughing because his mind had already gathered a plan together. The next day in class, Phil laughs throughout the whole class daring the teacher to do something. He was being defiant. And now that Phil knew how the teacher got punked into passing him, he was not going to let it pass so easily. The bell rung and finally the day was over. Steve removes his shirt revealing a muscle set body and he put on a wife beater. Then he rushed out of the classroom headed to the Coaches office. The Coach was in his office watching last week game on the VCR with 3 other players from the team. One of those player was Phil Hamilton. They were concentrating on the tape to see why their defense was so weak at that game. Steve bust into the office. The Coach smiles and goes to cut off the tape. The Coach flashes a smile at his players who were al silent. Steve lunged for the Coach grabbing him. The Coach breaks and grabs Steve again and takes him to the ground. Steve's ass was up in the air. Suddenly, Steve flipped the Coach over and the Coach landed flat on his stomach. He was unable to reverse it. Steve reaches back and pulls the Coach's short down. The hairy ass of the Coach is revealed. Steve takes his finger and licks it. The finger found the coach's hole and it was pushed in without a second thought. The ass ate the finger up quickly. The Caoch wasn't knew to this. "I'm glad to know that they're still teaching you muscle headed military guy something," Steve jokingly threw out. The finger began to fuck the ass. The Coach held on as long as he could but when Steve picked up the speed coach was moaning. Coach arched his ass out almost silently asking to be fucked. Steve unzipped his pants and fished out his 9 inches of joy. The players all took a breath in and held it. Steve positioned his tool to Coach's ass. Then he eneter the coach slowly when he felt the coach reach back and pull him into him completely. Steve fucked the coach with fever. His muscle arched with each thrust. There was anger in those push in fucks. Phil was amazed at the feriousity of the teacher's fucking. Then Steve came inside the Coach. Steve had marked his territory. He quickly pulled himself together and stood in the middle of the floor. "Boys, hes all yours," Steve offered the players. The other two player quickly remove their clothes and made the Coach suck them off. Steve turned to leave. "And you are still failing my class....and only of you work will you get past it," Steve said leaving. He felt bad and wanted his students to pass. "Follow me to the hallway Phil," Steve spoke before waliking out of the gym. Phil was afraid but he knew that if Steve had wanted to do anything to him he would have. Phil arrived in the hallway to find Steve waiting there. For some reason, Phil couldn't take his eyes off of Steve's muscle arms. "I'll make a deal with you," Steve said leaning against the lockers. "What type of deal?" questioned Phil. "If you pass the mid term with an 80% or more then you stay on the football team and I let you fuck me," Steve shot out. "Fuck me in front of your team," Steve added. "And if I lose," Phil said. "You don't play football for a while," Steve said hoping this would ignite him to study. Phil thought for a minute then he came up to Steve Walker and whisphere in his ear,"you better get that ass oiled up." Steve smiled to himself as the cocky student walked away. Getting an ass fucking and the humiliatiion was worth taking to get a student on the right track. To be continued.....Don't ask me when but I usually get off my butt of people write me and tell me they want it.