Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2009 09:09:45 +0100
From: Sherby <sherbymail@googlemail.com>
Subject: Extra Curricular PE (Part Two)

This story is entirely fictional; none of the events ever took place to the
best of my knowledge. Anything that seems familiar is entirely
accidental. The story describes male-to-male sexual activity. If that's not
your cup of tea, then please don't read this.  Otherwise, enjoy - and
please send your comments, suggestions, etc. to sherbymail@googlemail.com

I'm really grateful for the supportive comments I received for the first
part of the story - thanks to everyone who took the time.  Part Three to
follow soon.

This is the second part in a series. I hope you enjoy it.

Extra-curricular PE
(Part Two)


I don't know how I made it through the weekend, let alone the beginning of
the next week. I was totally and utterly distracted the whole time. I
overheard my parents discussing me on Sunday afternoon putting my lack of
engagement with them over the weekend as 'hormonal'! I'm pretty sure that I
had never anticipated the start of a school week as much as this. The
problem with this though was that when Monday came it was a bit of an
anticlimax. I didn't have PE and none of my lessons brought me anywhere
near the sports annex. I was determined not to go anywhere near there for
no reason so that I didn't appear like a stalker. And so, it was Tuesday
afternoon before I even saw my gorgeous teacher again.

And there he was. Resplendent in a crisp white polo shirt, seemingly even
more bright against his tanned skin tone. He was standing outside the annex
waiting for us all to go in. His hands were on his hips as he watched us
all stream past, the hairs on his arms shimmering in the sun. His strong
legs were slightly apart, and clad only in his shorts, his sturdy furry
thighs ensuring that they were a snug fit. He was engaging different people
in banter as they walked past, I just got a smile and a nod as I walked
past. This was usual and I was relieved that it seemed to be service as
normal. The lesson passed without incident, though it was strange now to
look at Mr Jarrett and not have to imagine what was beneath the clothes. I
knew. I'd seen every part of the man, not as close as I'd have liked but I
was no longer having to feed off my imagination.

The only thing that was slightly out of the ordinary about the whole day
was that Nick Griffin actually acknowledged me. As we were heading back
into the changing room, he nodded at me and said,

"Alright, Si?"

"Yeah, cheers Nick - you?"

"Yeah, good ta."

I know. It wasn't much but it was bordering on a conversation! The rest of
the week dragged along until the next PE lesson on Thursday morning. Again,
this was business as usual - most of the lesson taken up with time trials,
never an activity I excelled in. At least I got some encouraging words from
Mr Jarrett and a sympathetic smile when I failed to beat my previous
times. He and Nick shared a joke as they walked back to the changing and I
felt a pang of something (jealousy?) as I saw their easy camaraderie.

Finally Friday afternoon arrived. I had a feeling in my stomach like
butterflies and my palms were sweating. I was incredibly excited and
nervous, I had no idea what would happen. I made my way to the changing
room, where Mr Jarrett was already waiting.  He was already in the vest and
shorts combo that he'd worn for our session the week before.

"Simon! Good to see you - come through so you can get changed."

I smiled and followed him into his office. I noticed that his curly hair
was damp as if freshly washed and when I looked over to the shower I saw
signs that it had been recently used. He obviously saw the direction of my
gaze,

"Oh yes, I've just had a shower - I've had a really full day of sport so
wanted to freshen up..."

My face must have betrayed a trace of disappointment because he continued,

"...I wanted to make sure I wasn't all sweaty and horrible for our session!
Right, come on get yourself changed."

He then went and perched on the pile of crash mats in the corner of room
and looked over expectantly. Just being in this close proximity to him was
enough to make my cock twitch and I was acutely aware that where he was
sitting would mean he could see everything. I'd been mentally coaching
myself all week to relax and enjoy whatever happened and I was determined
not to look like an awkward little kid. He was leaning back on his elbows,
which pushed his crotch forward. He smiled at me again, and raised his
eyebrows to indicate that I should make a start. I took a deep breath and
removed my uniform; despite my best efforts I could feel the heat returning
to my cheeks. I was trying to avoid his eyes but could feel his gaze on me.
As I pulled my t-shirt over my head I looked over to where he was
sitting. He smiled at me,

"You really have no idea how handsome you are do you? You shouldn't be
embarrassed at all, Simon."

"It's just that I've got such a young looking body compared to you, sir"

"Nonsense! You're developing really nicely - stop putting yourself down."

"Thank you sir, I just wish that my body was more like yours, I suppose."

"You little flatterer! Listen, you're only 16, there's still plenty of time
for your body to develop. Now, put your trackie bottoms on and come over
here. I thought we'd work on a different aspect of your confidence today."

I smiled quizzically and pulled my tracksuit bottoms up over my lengthening
cock, slipped into my trainers and moved over to the crash mats where he
was still sitting.  He shuffled over slightly, and curled one of his legs
beneath the other. I was overwhelmed being this close to him and was
mortified when I looked down and saw my leg bouncing up and down -
completely involuntary and an outward sign of my nervousness. I gripped my
knee to stop it juddering and tried to hold it down.

"Hey, it's OK. There's nothing to be nervous about, Simon, honestly. Now,
I've got a proposition for you and I want you to be totally honest with
your response. We can do one of two things, we can go into the gym now and
we can spend an hour working on your PE skills. Or...we can spend an hour
or so in here getting to know each other and you can spend a bit of time
checking things out. There is absolutely no pressure either way. So what do
you think?"

I cleared my throat, I wanted to sound like I knew what I wanted and to
come across as maturely as possible,

"Well, I suppose that we could do some PE skills another time couldn't we?
And then maybe this week we could...erm..."

That was as far as I could get. I had no real idea of what the 'checking
things out' would involve - who am I kidding, I had an idea but the ability
to express this was beyond me at this point. All I knew was that I was
incredibly excited about the situation. Although I was in awe of Mr
Jarrett, I didn't feel intimidated by him really.  He was making me feel at
ease and the fact he was acting as naturally as possible was a real
comfort. He laughed,

"We could 'erm'? Don't worry I'm not going to ask you to explain the
'erm'. All I will say is that we should take things gently and if at any
time you feel uncomfortable, you stop. Understand? There is no expectation
on you to do anything, I just want you to have to opportunity to open up a
little and have some fun exploring things. How does that sound?"

He looked at me, with genuine concern. He seemed to want an assurance from
me that I felt comfortable with this. Comfortable. That was a tough one. I
knew that I felt completely safe and not threatened in any way but
comfortable? I was sitting so close to this handsome man, I could feel his
masculinity radiating from him, just last week I had seen his amazing body
in more detail than I ever believed possible.  Just last week he had taken
my packet in his hands and squeezed it and made my head spin. I felt
physically tiny next to him - he seemed somehow broader and taller and
hairier. So did I feel comfortable? Maybe not, but I felt safe. I nodded at
him and smiled shyly, my accursed cheeks flaring a little again.

"OK. So here's what I thought we'd try. I think you need to be able to
explore a man's body. Feel the differences between mine and yours. Take
some time just to look at my body, touch it, smell it - anything you want
really. And that's all I think we should do today. Let you explore, it
doesn't have to lead to anything else and I don't think it should, today at
least. What do you think?"

As he asked this, he stood up and moved to the office door.

"That sounds...great. I'd really like that, sir."

"I thought you might. Now, I'm going to lock the office so we don't get
disturbed, but I'm leaving the key in the door, so I don't want you to feel
trapped in here! Can I get you a drink or anything?"

"No thanks, sir. I'm fine."

Fine? Well apart from the fact that my knees had started bouncing again, my
heart was racing and my palms were sweating, I was just fine! My mouth was
producing a huge amount of saliva which meant that I kept having to
swallow. Again, I tried to compose myself so as not to look like a complete
idiot.

Mr Jarrett poured himself a cup of water which he downed quickly before he
moved back to where I was sitting. He kicked off his trainers and shuffled
back on the mats so that he was propped up on his elbows. He patted the mat
next to him and nodded at me,

"Right. Remember, nothing is off limits. Come up here and take your time to
feel my body all over. Touch me wherever you want - as hard or as soft as
you want. The ball's in your court now. Why don't you take your trainers
off and come up here?"

I did as he suggested and pulled myself on my knees until I was up next to
him. I felt completely awkward, kneeling next to him. I had no idea what to
actually do or where to start.

"I know that this is strange for you, Simon - but just take your time. I'll
lie back - you can either lie down too or kneel next to me."

He put a rolled up towel behind his head, and lay down fully on the
mats. He laced his hands together and placed them on his chest. His biceps
flexed as he did this and bulged as he moved his arms. He saw where I was
looking and smiled,

"Why don't you start there? Do you like my arms?"

I nodded and gulped, trying to make my mouth feel less dry; I knew it would
be useless trying to speak.

"Come on then, feel them. Feel the hair on them, stroke them. Do what
you've always wanted to."

I lay down on my side next to him. Once again my breathing was ragged and
my palms were damp. I was suddenly aware of how hard I was, my cock was
straining in my tracksuit. I tried to ignore it and focus on the task in
hand. I reached over and touched the forearm closest to me. I know there is
the old clich‚ of a touch being electric but this really felt like a
surge of current connected us. I stroked the fluffy hair on his arm,
feeling its softness beneath my fingers. I brushed the hair in different
directions, marvelling at how it fluffed up when I brushed it back. I was
completely silent as I touched him and kept my focus on his arm, I wasn't
brave enough to look at his face. Without me needing to prompt him, he
unlaced his hands and turned his arms over. Here, I was able to trace the
corded muscles and wonder at how these gave his arms their definition and
masculinity. My breathing had become shallow and my mouth was now far from
dry but was watering. I became bolder in my touch, now moving my fingers
where they wanted to go. I took his hand in mine and felt the hair on the
back of his hands; I rubbed his fingers and compared his to mine. Where
mine were rather thin, his were meaty and thick. It was now that I looked
up into his eyes.

"So? Do you like them, then?" he asked smilingly.

"They're...they're...amazing, sir," I breathed huskily.

He smiled then moved his hands behind his head so that his armpits were
exposed.

"OK. You carry on, remember, nowhere is out of bounds"

Seeing his armpits made my cock twitch alarmingly, I looked down at myself
and saw a patch of dampness had come through my tracksuit. My cock was
clearly in pre-cum overdrive! The hair in his armpits was thick and bushy
and just slightly damp. I was close enough to feel the heat emanating from
him, and this was making his deodorant work, he smelled incredibly fresh,
clean and manly. He saw me inhaling deeply and grinned,

"You can get closer and smell them if you want?"

Seizing the moment, I leaned into his nearest armpit and breathed deeply, I
felt the hairs tickle my nose; I was overtaken by the sexiness of his smell
and leaned in closer, so that my nose and mouth pressed against the thick
bush of hair. My head began to spin and as I leaned back it felt as though
I'd held my breath for ten minutes. It was an incredibly intense
sensation. I felt like I'd made a connection with his male essence in such
an erotic way. Suddenly, and without warning my body shuddered and I
realised to my horror that I was cumming. I could feel my cock spurting
inside my underwear, I reeled backwards and looked down at myself with
total mortification. I twisted my body away from him and avoided his
eyes. I felt my own eyes prick with tears.

"Hey! Hey! It's fine, don't worry about it. Look, I think it was maybe
inevitable that that was going to happen at some point and now you can
relax a bit!"

He sat up and squeezed my shoulders and then manoeuvred me round so that he
look at my face.

"I mean it, Simon. This is nothing to be ashamed about. Your hormones are
in overdrive and I assume that this is the first time that you've had this
sort of contact with another man?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Exactly. So, it's to be expected. There's a lot of pent-up frustration,
I'm betting and your cock's just made its own mind up about how it's going
to deal with it!"

Maybe it was just hearing him say 'cock' or maybe it was the image of my
cock with its own mind, but I smiled and looked up at him, still somewhat
sheepishly.

"A smile! That's more like it. Anyway, you're not the only one getting off
on this remember!"

He glanced down at his own crotch, where his cock was indeed straining
within his shorts. He reached down and adjusted himself then sat
cross-legged on the mat.

"Why don't you take your tracksuit and underwear off? You'll start to feel
a bit uncomfortable if you stay like that. Use a towel from over there,
wipe yourself off and then put some shorts on. There are some clean
football shorts in the box by my desk.  That's if you want to carry on. We
can stop if you'd rather?"

He looked at me with a smirk as if he already knew what my response would
be. I smiled in return,

"Thank you sir. And yes, I'd like to carry on."

I climbed down from the mats and moved over to his desk. I pulled my damp
tracksuit and underwear off, my cock despite having cum was still very
erect and sprang up as I removed my pants. I towelled the cum from myself
then put on the football shorts.  My erection was still all too apparent
but under the circumstances it made little sense to try and hide it. Mr
Jarrett had been watching me change all the time and was smiling over at
me.

"Sorted? OK - you ready to start again? What would you like to do next?"

Maybe it was the fact that I'd just shot my load in front of my handsome
teacher or maybe I was becoming more emboldened but I looked over and
grinned,

"Could I look at your chest now, please sir?"

He grinned and winked at me, then pulled his vest up over his head. He
fluffed up the hairs on his chest then moved back on the mat and propped
himself up on his elbows again,

"It's all yours, big boy!"

This time, rather than lying on my side, I knelt next to him, with my body
angled towards him. His chest was truly magnificent, quite literally
breath-taking. With one hand supporting myself, I used the other to reach
over and run my fingers through his luxuriant chest hair. I was shocked at
the heat of his body and the hardness of it under my hand. Again, I
marvelled at the softness of the hair and how it felt as my fingers moved
through it. His nipples stood like two brown sentries amongst the forest of
hair. I used my thumb and brushed against them, they were hard and erect
and reminded me of the rubber at the end of a pencil. I'd never actually
seen, let alone felt, an erect nipple and I was fascinated. As I continued
playing with it, I noticed that Mr Jarrett has closed his eyes and his
breathing was more laboured. I looked down at his crotch and saw that his
bulge was even more pronounced and that a spot of pre-cum had darkened the
light grey of the material. I leant across and played with his other
nipple, feeling that hardening beneath my thumb. He let out a contented
sigh,

"Oh Simon, you've no idea how good that feels. I love my nipples being
played with."

I spent a few more minutes running my hand across his chest and tweaking
his nipples gently before stroking my hands down to his stomach. This was
hard and taut and covered with the same luxurious fur. It swirled around
his belly button and I traced around this with my finger. Getting this
close to his belly button meant that the back of my hand was really close
to the straining bulge in his shorts. A couple of times my hand brushed
against the tip and Mr Jarrett shuddered involuntarily. By now I had grown
in confidence and did not wait for him to encourage me on. I moved my hands
down to his furry thighs and brushed against them, again enjoying the feel
of his soft fur against my skin. I moved lower down his legs alternately
smoothing and ruffling his hair as I did so. I was now down to his ankles
where the hair continued beneath his socks. Mr Jarrett moved into more of a
sitting position and looked down to where I was,

"You can take my socks off if you want?"

That was exactly what I wanted and exactly what I did. The tops of his
socks had slightly flattened the hairs on his ankles so I spent a few
moments fluffing them back up. His feet were broad and long, maybe a size
eleven. Each of his toes was crowned with a small amount of hair and there
was another strip that ran across the top of his feet. Obviously a lot of
time on a sports pitch hadn't been completely kind to his feet but the
roughness of them added to his rugged masculinity. I was cradling his foot
almost in my lap, feeling the weight of it and almost massaging the
sole. He cleared his throat,

"Well, how's it been for you? You do realise that we've been here almost an
hour?"

I turned and looked at the clock on his wall and was shocked to see the
hand inching towards half past 4. I genuinely thought that my journey of
discovery had only started about ten minutes ago.

"I can't believe it, sir - the time's just flown by! It's been brilliant
though...I've still got a bit of time, I told my Mum I wouldn't be back
until 5. So if there's anything you need any help with..."

He grinned a smile that almost melted my heart, it was completely
mischievous,

"Hmmm. Anything I need any help with? Well..."

He leant back against the wall and grabbed his packet and shook it towards
me,

"There is something, but I think maybe we should leave that for next time?
What do you think?"

I blushed and bit my lip, then smiled up at him,

"Well, you did say I could look at any part of you, sir. And that would be
a nice place to finish."

"That's fair enough. I did say that, so I've got to stick by it! How about
helping me take my shorts off then?"

He stood up for the first time since I'd started my exploration of his
body. Now standing, his cock stuck out at an almost obscene angle. It
looked enormous as it pointed up past his belly button. Tentatively I
stepped forward, he looked down at me and smiled as he took my hands and
placed them where his shorts sat on his hips. I swallowed nervously and
began to pull his shorts down slowly. The size of his erection meant that
there was no way that his shorts would come off without some degree of
adjustment. He started to speak but I wanted to show him that I could
remain in control so I reached round to the front and pulled the waistband
of the shorts up and over his throbbing cock. I was then able to continue
pulling his shorts down which I dropped and let pool at his feet. He
stepped out of them so that he now stood completely naked, save for his
white briefs. These was now under such considerable strain it was a miracle
that they hadn't ripped away from his body. I wanted to waste no more time
and so repeated the up and over action with his underwear, releasing his
magnificent cock and balls and again dropping the pants to the floor.

And oh what a cock! It throbbed in front of me and seemed to be moving in
time with his pulse, flexing up and down. Now free from its constraints it
was almost completely vertical and the fat, purple head reached beyond his
navel by a good distance. His pubes was dark and bushy and gave his cock an
impressive back drop of silky hair. His balls hung heavy and low in their
furry sack and also seemed to throb.  The tip of his cock was wet and
glistening and a translucent pearl of pre-cum was at its end. Even from
where I was standing I could feel the heat being emitted and I looked on in
wonder. I looked up at him,

"Sir. Can I...?"

He nodded and moved towards me, again taking my hand, and this time placing
it on his balls. I felt the hairs, this time more coarse and I allowed the
weight of them to move in my palm. I could feel each defined ball in its
sack; they were the size of large eggs, hard and full. With my other hand I
reached around and stroked the cheeks of his arse, hard, rounded and
furry. He flexed and tensed his muscles, making the buttocks feel even
firmer with each tense. My hand at his crotch now traced the length of his
shaft, feeling the veins as they snaked to the head. My thumb brushed
against the helmet and the cock seemed to jerk away from me as if alive. I
brought my other hand round to hold the shaft whilst I used my thumb to
brush the tip and feel the slick pre-cum against my skin. Mr Jarrett
inhaled deeply above me, I looked up at him and almost without thinking
raised my thumb to my mouth. I tasted the salty pre-cum and looked back at
him with a smile. He leaned down to me and took my face in his hands,
turning it up towards his face,

"Simon, you are amazing - can you see what you've done to me? Look at my
cock.  You've made it this hard, you've made it this wet. You are so
beautiful, you know that?"

I could feel myself blushing and my knees almost buckled; seeing him look
down at me whilst holding my face felt so intimate and when he told me this
I felt like I'd never felt before. I smiled up into his warm, blue eyes,

"You are amazing, sir. I can't believe that I'm here and that you've let
me...you know...touch you and feel your body. I never thought that I'd..."

"Look, I know you think that you should be grateful to me in some way, but
you can see that this isn't a one way street. To have had you touching me
in the way that you have has really turned me on, as you can see!"

And again he twitched his cock towards me. And then, leaning down he
pressed his lips against mine and kissed me gently; just once and for a few
brief seconds but it was as if the world stopped at that moment. For those
seconds I felt as if he and I were in another dimension, all I could feel
was his body against mine, I couldn't feel the ground beneath my feet, I
lost complete awareness of my surroundings. When he released my head and
stood back up straight he had to hold my arms to support me as my legs
began to weaken and I swayed backwards. He moved me over to the crash mats
and gently sat me back down. This put me level with his crotch, his cock
still solid and pulsing. I leant back on my hands and looked towards his
face, he grinned that wonderful grin at me,

"Well, I can tell you enjoyed that as much as me. Now, I think if I don't
stop right now, I never will and we'll end up getting locked in the school!
I'm on safe ground if I say I think you enjoyed yourself today though, eh?"

"Yes, sir. It's been brilliant!"

"Well, I have too - how would you feel about getting together and carrying
on somewhere else. Maybe over the weekend when we could have a bit more
time? I don't think I can wait until next Friday either. I've had you on my
mind all week and after today I think I need to see you sooner."

"Oh yes, sir. I'd love to. I'm free Saturday or Sunday," I spoke with a
rush, mentally chastising myself for seeming a little too desperate.

"OK. Well, I'm reffing a football match on Saturday morning, so how would
early tomorrow afternoon be. And how would you feel about coming back to my
house? I could give you a lift and bring you back...unless you wanted to
stay over? You think you could tell your parents that you were staying at a
friends? Up to you, of course..."

"Definitely, I stay at friends quite a few weekends anyway so they wouldn't
mind."

"OK, that's great. Well, how about you meet me in the playground at 2
o'clock?  Football finishes at 12.30 so that'll give everyone time to have
showered, changed and then buggered off, so there won't be anyone
around. That OK with you?"

I nodded enthusiastically, my heart pounding in my chest.

"And then you can help me out with this some more, yes?"

And he pressed his cock against my cheek. The heat of his cock and the
heady, manly smell sent my head reeling again. He stroked my cheek gently
with his hand this time then turned to retrieve his underwear and shorts
which he proceeded to pull on. I spent a couple of moments just breathing
in the sight of his wonderful body once more, then got changed back into my
uniform.

"OK, you, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. I'll look forward to it," he
said as he pulled his vest back over his head. He walked with me to the
office door which he now unlocked. He turned me back round and again lifted
my head towards his and repeated his gentle kiss on my lips.

I wandered through the school with the taste of him on my lips. When I
breathed in I could still smell his masculine scent. I closed my eyes
briefly and tried to mentally recreate the feel of his lips on mine. I
could hear his voice in my head, had he really said that I'd been on his
mind all week? I looked at my watch and saw that it was now nearly 5
o'clock. I did a quick mental calculation and realised that it would be a
long 21 hours until I would be able to be with this stunning man
again. Nearly a whole day.

It was going to be a long, long night...

(To be continued)