Date: Tue, 02 Feb 1999 12:38:55 PST From: Spunky Munky Subject: Getting Extra Curricular #3 - A Frisky Foursome *************************************************************************************** * * * WARNING!! * * * * If you read this story you implicitly declare and affirm under penalties of perjury * * that you are not a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to have * * access to material intended for mature, responsible members of society capable of * * making decisions about the content of documents they wish to read. The author of * * this story can't and won't be held responsible for your actions. You've been * * warned!! * * * *************************************************************************************** Getting Extra Curricular #3 - A Frisky Foursome - By: Spunky Munky Eric, sitting there with his foot long cock poking straight up smiled at Mr. McCartney. He seemed to take in the predicament I thought we were in and said, "Sir, I'm having a fucking blast. This little guy here is one fun fucker." I was so surprised to hear this. What was going on? Did Eric, Mike, and Mr. McCartney have something going on? It sure seemed like it from the way Eric was smiling at my gym teacher. The very thought of this erotic situation made me even hornier than I was before, if that was possible. There must have been a lot of hormones in the air, because I felt like I could go on with this sort of thing for the rest of the day. I quickly snapped out of contemplating what relationship existed between Mr. McCartney and Mike and Eric when Mr. McCartney began to walk over to the two studly football players sitting on the bench. Mike and Eric moved apart from each other, making room for Mr. McCartney to sit in the middle of them. I watched as my gym teacher sat down on the locker room bench, his bare legs touching those of Mike and Eric. Then I noticed Mr. McCartney's hard cock making a sizeable appearance down the side of his inner thigh. The site that was before me was unlike any other. That's when Mr. McCartney reached out and grabbed Eric and Mike's cocks, one in each hand. He began to slowly jack the two of them off, while he continued to stare right at me. Mike and Eric both leaned back on their hands and closed their eyes. "Here you go boys," Mr. McCartney told them. "This is for being good little bitches." Then he grinned. "So, Marc, we had some real fun earlier, didn't we?" Mr. McCartney started. "I know Eric and Mike here are having a real blast. I hope you are too. If you don't like what's going on here, just leave now, and we'll keep this between the four of us. This is your chance, if you wanna go, leave. And for God's sake, get up off the floor, you're no dog." I couldn't believe this. Mr. McCartney was offering me a chance to do this all the time if I wanted. He was also giving me a chance to get out. But there was no way I was going to leave now. As I stood up, and my boner bobbed up and down in front of me, I only wanted more of what had already been given to me that day. From that second, I knew I was going to be a very happy 16 year old student. In a shaky voice, I looked at my gym teacher and said, "Sir, there's no way I'm going to stop now." How could I? I was so horny that all I wanted was to blow my load a hundred more times for these three studs. "That's great!" Mr. McCartney shouted. "Now, I see you have a problem with a hardon again, don't you? Well, how about we get Mike to fix that." Mike quickly lifted his head and sat forward. He looked at Mr. McCartney and said, "What do you mean?" Mr. McCartney smiled at Mike and said, "Well, I figured since he got your rocks off, now you can help him out. It's only fair." "Fine!" Mike said, "I'm gonna give you the best orgasm you've ever experienced Marc, and that's a promise," he said turning his attention to me. I stood there, in great anticipation of what was going to happen next. I watched Mike stand up from the bench, just as Eric opened up his eyes to see what was going on. Mike took a step or two towards me, and then knelt down, his face by my cock. He looked up at me and said, "Is this the firs time you've gotten head from a guy?" "Yes," I said looking down at his adorable face. "Well, then, you're in for a great time. A guy knows a cock better then any girl, and let me tell you, I know cocks." And with that Mike lunged his head forward and started down on my tense, aching member. At first he only took the head of my tool into his mouth. Mike started to tickle the underside of my cock with his tongue. He then started to swirl it around my entire knob. This drove me wild, and right over the edge. Mike had only been working on me for about 30 seconds, but he had already made his promise come true. I began to tremble, and Mike knew what was coming next. He went about half way down my cock, like nothing was going to happen, though. But sure enough, I began to release my hot cum into his awaiting mouth. I thought I'd be spent by now, but I unloaded my biggest load so far that day. It was so amazing, I felt myself collapsing to the ground. Lucky for me, Mike reacted quick enough and caught me in his muscular arms. As I looked up at him he smiled. "I told you it'd be great," he said. "That did look great," Mr. McCartney interrupted. "Now lets all have one last go at it before we go home. How about it fellas?" The three of us nodded our heads. Mr. McCartney got up from the bench, letting go of Eric's stiff pole. I could see the look of disappointment on his face. I guess he was hoping that Mr. McCartney would finish off the job before we got started on anything else. But now that Mr. McCartney had left it behind, I was intent on picking up where he left off. I had my mind set on Eric's cock. There was nothing more that I wanted to do then suck on that giant cock of his. Mr. McCartney started rubbing his crotch through his tight track shorts. Pretty soon, he was sporting quite a big tent. As he continued to play with himself, the three of us just watched. I began to Mr. McCartney. "Enough with the teasing sir," Eric said placing his hand on Mr. McCartney's huge bulge. "Let's get it out to play." As Eric massaged Mr. McCartney's crotch, the two of them embraced in a long kiss. As they continued to kiss, they rapped their arms around each other. Mike went behind Mr. McCartney, and pulled his track shorts down to his knees. He then got down on his own knees, and buried his face in that sweet ass. I could hear Mr. McCartney's moans, even though his lips were locked with Eric's. After a couple of minutes of my just staring, Mr. McCartney and Eric broke their lock and Mr. McCartney looked over. "Bored? Pick a guy and fuck him!" he said motioning to the container of KY sitting on the locker room bench. "Just lube up, son." So, nervously, I went over and lubed myself up. Then I looked over at the trio. Mr. McCartney and Eric were making out again, licking and kissing each other all over, and Mike was down on the floor, licking my gym teacher's ass, poking his tongue around that nice hole of his. The only one that was in any position to be fucked was Eric. I wasn't sure if I should go for it or not, seeing as Eric didn't seem like the type who took it up the ass, but who certainly loved giving it. So, I looked at Mr. McCartney with a puzzled look on my face. Finally he caught my stare, and motioned with his eyes to Eric. I guessed that Mr. McCartney had intended for me to fuck Eric, so I went up behind the muscle bounded monster, and started to lube him up. The first thing I did was spread those bubble butt cheeks of his apart. Even they felt like they were pure muscle! I rubbed a little KY around that nice pucker of his, and even pushed my finger through. It slid right in, no problem. This obviously was not Eric's first time getting it up the ass. Not worrying about me being too big for his hole, I positioned my cock, and started to push forward. Eric broke off his passionate kissing with Mr. McCartney to let out a gasp of air as I penetrated his guypussy. He reached both of his muscular arms backward and around me. He then got a tight grip on my ass cheeks and started to thrust backwards onto my cock, creating a steady rhythm of fucking. I brought my hands up to his huge pecs and started to play with his hard nipples. Eric started to moan quite loudly now and started whispering erotic things to me, as he leaned his head backwards. "Oh yeah, fuck boy, make me your bitch. I love that cock of yours. Yeah. Leave it up my ass forever. Fuck me forever. Oh yeah, I love your hot sweaty body pounding against me. Drill me baby. Uh huh. Do me for the rest of your life. Harder, come on, fuck me harder. Oh yeah, that's the way. I know you like it. Yeah. Play with my giant dick. I want you to make me blow my load all over!" So, I let one of my hands slide down his washboard stomach, and soon found it resting on that enormous cock of his. That's when I felt something poking me in the ass. Soon, I felt it pop through my hole. Startled, I looked behind me. It was Mr. McCartney drilling my ass, with Mike behind him, pounding his ass. He looked at me and smiled. "Eric's a good fuck, huh?" "Sure is," I told him in between moans. "I think you're just as good," Mr. McCartney told me grinning. With that, he began to kiss my neck. "Ya know," he said stopping for a second, "being in the middle is the best. You get all the pleasure." The four of us stood there, in the corner of the locker room, fucking one another in one rhythmic motion. We were like a well oiled machine, doing our job to the best of our abilities. Moans filled the room. I could feel Mr. McCartney's cock driving deep into me while Eric's tender hole gripped the shaft of my own tool. I jacked Eric's cock with all my might. It was an amazing feeling to be gripping another guy's dick, especially one of this size. Soon, I felt Eric's whole body tighten as he started to unload all over the place. His meat turned into a fountain, spraying his cum all over the place. This was all I needed, and I finally started to let go into Eric's ass. I guess it was a chain reaction, because seconds later Mr. McCartney moaned loudly and started pumping his juices deep into me. That was followed by Mike letting out a moan of his own. We all stood there, one behind the other, cocks up asses, hands slowly caressing each other. We all slowly came down from that amazing climax, and after about 5 minutes or so pulled out of each other. Mr. McCartney was the first to speak, saying, "Oh yeah, that was fun, huh? Let's hit the showers and get going. It's almost 4 o'clock and I'm sure you boys have to get home." So, the four of us went and grabbed some towels and headed for the showers. Once in there, we started to wash our sweaty bodies. Eric helped me, washing my back and ass for me. It seemed like he had taken a liking to me, or something. But hey, I wasn't complaining. Eventually we were all washed up and dressed again. Mr. McCartney said a quick good-bye and headed out while Mike and Eric walked with me to my bus stop. As we waited there, we talked about football and some other sports. None of us said a thing about what had just happened in the locker room. As my bus came around the corner and towards us Eric placed a firm hand on my ass, squeezing it a little, and whispered in my ear, "See ya tomorrow, cutie." This was followed by a quick kiss on the cheek. The next thing I knew, the bus was stopped in front of me, doors open and waiting for me to get on. I said my good-byes to Mike and Eric and they returned them. As Eric spoke, he gave me a little wink and a smile that just made me want to melt. But, I got on the bus nonetheless and went home. What a day I had gone through. Actually, it was mostly just what happened after school. When questioned by my parents why I was so late that night, I just told them I was participating in some extra curricular activities at school and that I would probably be this late a lot in the next little while. They told me that was fine, but just to call in the future. I ate a small dinner and went up to my room. I sat there for the rest of the night listening to music and fantasizing about what was going to happen the next day. To Be Continued... *********************************************************************************************** This story is Copyright 1998 Spunky Munky *********************************************************************************************** Comments? Ideas? 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