Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2009 22:08:08 -0700 (PDT) From: French Fry Subject: Neighborly Developments Part 3 (Installment 3) This is Frenchy Fry material and any other authors claiming to be me or impersonating me or any other postings of my stories are not tolerated. ONLY Nifty.org and its mirror sites are given permission to use my material. This story is 100% original. This is an adult story intended for adults. If you are underage, if sexually explicit material offends you, or if it is illegal to view adult material where you live, please leave now. This is a fantasy, so I remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either.. Please email me if you have any suggestions or comments. I love to hear readers' reactions to my writing. Let me get into a little background information about me, I'm Denis and I was just your average 18 year old gay teen in my senior year in high school hiding the fact I was gay from everyone in my life. I went through being blackmailed by one neighbor because I was involved in an affair with my best friend's father to being fucked by both of them. What else could possibly happen in my life? It was the middle of the school year and my senior year couldn't possibly be taking any longer. It's not like I was doing any work but having to show up to school every day was really a turn off. I had recently noticed that someone finally moved into the house next to mine but I never saw my new neighbors. All I knew was that their last name was MacMillan. But all of this was about to change. I hadn't had any time alone with either Christopher or Todd in a few months. I was still getting off to the feeling of having them fucking me but I wanted something more or something new. I started the second semester of my senior year with the usual joke math, English, history, physics, gym and Italian classes but my councilor threw me a curve ball when she signed me up for a Sports Marketing class. I looked for the room number and who the teacher was and to my surprise it was a name that I had remembered. I read the name out loud, MacMillan. I couldn't wait till the final period of the day to see my new neighbor and teacher. I was the first one to arrive to class and the second I looked up at him, my jaw dropped to the floor. There he was standing at the front of the class behind a podium that was right next to his desk. He was about 6 foot 2 inches and 200 pounds. His muscles rippled through his solid blue collard shirt with a white collar and cuffs. He was wearing black slacks and black loafers. He has short light blonde hair that almost looked golden when the sun hit it and majestic blue eyes. His golden colored hair was also visible on his arms because his sleeves were rolled up and his chest hair escaped his shirt since the top button was no longer buttoned.. I gathered myself and sat in the front of the class directly in front of the podium that he was standing at. I introduced myself as my classmates entered the room, most of them making it just before the bell wrung. The first thing that he said was that he wouldn't accept tardiness and the second was that was basically his only rule for the class other than being respectful. We then went on to talk about the recent events in the sports world. I stayed after to help gather the papers that he handed out throughout the class period and also to get to know what he was all about. I said that I was his neighbor and complimented him on his physique. He said that he had been teaching for 12 years in a different school and didn't know anyone from this neighborhood. He then started talking about how he goes into school early to go to the gym and was the new baseball coach and this is the reason he has always been in such good shape. He then offered me a ride home because I had stayed after to help him and it wasn't out of his way. I accepted the offer and tried to hid the hard on that was nearly showing through my loose fitting athletic pants. But this was seemingly impossible when I sat into his car and looked in the back seat to see a gym bag, with his jock-strap hanging out, that he had just thrown in the car. On the way to my house we began talking and I learned that he was recently divorced and that is why he moved and left his old job because his ex-wife was the principal there. Although he was seemingly inaccessible, when I got home I had to beat my raging hard on thinking of him wearing nothing but the jock-strap that I had seen in his bag. But then I realized I didn't even know what size of a dick that I could expect from him because I was too busy staring at his chiseled features and golden hair. Imagining his massive pecs and enormous biceps was enough to get me hard. I kept looking out of my bedroom window hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr. MacMillan. To my disappointment he never came out back but I would see him the next day. I couldn't wait. I suffered through school until the final period of the day and practically ran to Mr. MacMillan's class. As I entered the door I could see Mr. MacMillan adjusting his crotch and then the huge bulge in his pants twitched. The bulge in his pants was just what I was expecting and before I was caught staring I decided to look away. Mr. MacMillan then looked up and quickly turned his chair so he was facing the class instead of the open doorway. He greeted me and the other students as they walked in the door and class started. We started taking notes and when I finished I started spinning my pencil, doing a trick called a thumbaround, and after the third spin it fell off of my thumb and onto the floor. I muttered something under my breath and was about to get up to get my pencil. Then Mr. MacMillan came over bent over right in front of my and his ass was practically in my face. I wanted to reach out and grab his tight muscular ass, and rip his pants off. My fantasy was ended by him placing my pencil on my desk and winking at me. After a period of staring at him, pretending to read articles about the contracts and taking notes, the final bell rang and the rest of the students left the room. I went around and collected the papers while he went to the bathroom, and this soon became the normal routine for us and we began being really good friends, and finally insisted on me calling him John outside of school. But I couldn't only be friends with him I wanted more and he was the man in my dreams for 3 straight months. It started like every other day of school, it took too long and I couldn't wait for Mr. MacMillan's class. Every opportunity to see him was amazing, I was the first one in class and he was in the back getting out some papers from the closet in the back and on the floor was the same gym bag that I had seen in the back of his car. I turned around and had my arm hanging off my desk to the one side that he was about to pass to, and as he passed his large crotch rubbed up against my arm. It seemed like the moment lasted forever and then he quickly said sorry as if he had done something wrong and I replied that it was no problem. He kind of looked at me funny, but then my classmates started pouring in and he looked away. After class ended we went through the normal routine, but that day I had to go to the bathroom, so I finished collecting the papers and headed to the bathroom. Mr. MacMillan was outside the bathroom talking to one of the other teachers, Mr. Roberts the second year football coach who was a star football and baseball player, and then Mr. MacMillan walked in about 10 seconds after me. I took the middle urinal of the three and John walked up to the urinal to the left of me and unzipped the fly to his black trousers and his thick veiny cock flopped out of his black boxers. As he started peeing I tried not to stare at his full bush of golden pubic hair above his huge cock. He let out a kind of moan in the middle of his piss and I was wishing I could take a picture or freeze time and just admire his amazing body. We both finished about the same time and he started some small talk was we washed our hands. Our conversation lasted the drive home and we got out of his car and said our goodbyes. The more time I spent with him the hotter he became, it seemed nearly impossible that he could get any hotter and he kept giving me new things to beat off to. Finally it was Friday and it seemed to be going by very fast, for once, and I walked in to Mr. MacMillan's class and asked him if he say the last Laker game and said he couldn't believe it. He came in front of my desk and put his left foot on the bar in front of my desk and continued talking. His cock was hard and it was being squeezed by the fabric of his pants and his huge thighs, creating a snake like bulge half way down his thigh. I instantly became hard and shoved my hands in my pockets to discretely re-adjust myself. I wasn't exactly sure if he knew I was staring at him but as other students began to walk in he turned around and was standing behind his podium, as the bell rang. We finished taking the few notes that we had today and I was still really hard, so I decided to "go to the bathroom." I quickly blew my load into the toilet. I wasn't really concerned about another student walking in on me because no one actually went to the bathroom during school. When I got back from the bathroom the class was finishing reading the second handout of four. We finished reading all the handouts just in time for the bell to ring that it was finally the weekend. I started collecting the papers and John said that he had to go to the office to get something and after I was done collecting the papers to get his gym bag from the back closet and bring it to his car, to save time. I said that was fine and quickly collected and organized the four handouts and ran to the back closet. I unzipped it and reached in and pulled out his jock-strap. The sent of his sweat and his balls was amazing. I didn't get to enjoy the whole experience because it felt like someone was watching me. So I put the jock-strap back in the bag and zipped it up. I looked down the hallway and saw Mr. Roberts all the way down the hall and came to the conclusion that no one had been watching me and quickly went to meet John at his car. He thanked me and asked if I could do another favor for him. The thoughts that went through my mind were crazy and all included him fucking me. But, I asked what he needed and he told me he was going to need some help planting some shrubs this weekend and asked if I could help. He offered to pay because I didn't answer right away but I said it would be no problem as long as I didn't have to do the homework for the weekend. He thought it was a fair deal and I just wanted to see him more. It was the first weekend of spring and it was actually rather warm. I dressed myself in similar clothes to that of when I was working on Todd's car, some old gym shorts and a T-shirt. I had my usual beat off to the sexy things about John and then walked into my backyard. I saw John already digging the first hole. He was wearing black Under Armour shorts, which really showed off his huge legs and tight ass and a black long sleeved T-shirt shirt. His muscles rippled through the shirt it almost looked like it was going to explode. I greeted him and he hoped that I was ready to get dirty. Again my mind was thinking other things but I said I was ready and he got another shovel for me. We planted the first bush quickly to how much we were actually paying attention. I'm a perfectionist and this created a few problems at first but we were working at a rather good pace. It was about 70 degrees and we were both working up quite a sweat, I stood up and stopped for a few seconds and John kept digging. He bent over and I was staring at his ass and could see the outline of his jockstrap underneath his pants. I was getting turned on and this wasn't good because of the pants I was wearing. I flicked my erection up into my waistband and got back to work. Somehow we got onto a conversation about his wife and how she usually did the whole gardening thing and I mustered up the balls to ask what happened with his relationship. He didn't really want to talk about it and gave some half ass excuse. Quickly changing the question on me asking why I didn't have a girlfriend. I gave him the classic I don't want to worry myself with a relationship in high school and that I never met someone that I would actually ask to be my girlfriend. He said relationships weren't all they are cracked up to be and we finished planting the last bush. He then invited me in for a drink and some food. As we walked in he started taking off his shirt but then turned to me and asked if I minded. I said of course not we're both adults here; he laughed and practically ripped of his shirt. His pecs bounced up and down and the golden hair on his chest shimmered in the lights. He got two Gatorades out of his fridge and threw one at me. He thanked me for helping him and asked if I wanted anything to eat. I insisted that I was fine and we stood there talking for a few more minutes. He asked if I wanted to come in early and work out with him in the mornings. He said he worked out in the High School gym and that it was rather boring alone. He said he needed to take a shower because he had to go meet with his wife and continue to solidify the details of their divorce. I told him I knew the way out, although I wanted to stay there and watch him in the shower, I went home. This was good to; I got to beat off to the images of him without his shirt on and all sweaty as well as his perfectly formed ass and just the thought of working out with him. I couldn't wait till Monday morning. He told me to be ready for 6:00 so we would have enough time to work out and then take a shower before class started. I nearly forgot that we would have to take a shower. I don't know how this skipped my mind. I mean being in the shower with one of the hottest men I've ever met. I now knew this was going to be an adventure, trying to keep from getting hard while working out was going to be hard, but we were going to be in the high school shower together. He picked me up I wish I could have woken up early enough to beat off before going with him, but I couldn't wake up that early. I threw my bag in the back next to his and took a seat in his fully loaded black Cadillac STS and took a seat in the passenger's seat. We arrived at school and my heart started pounding as we took our bags out of his car. He unlocked the door that led down to the baseball team's locker room. I kept some small talk going as we started to change. He took his shirt off and pants off and he was standing there in nothing but his boxers. He hung up his clothes in the larger coach's locker. I started to get changed and occasionally glanced over at him and then look away being careful not to get hard. His legs were lightly sprinkled with the same golden blonde hair as on his head and his chest. He pulled down his boxers and his dick was dangling soft and his perfect ass was just as I had imagined it. I thought he saw me staring so I continued to dress as he put on his jock-strap. I looked over when he was done and noticed that we were both wearing the school colors, navy blue with gray text. We walked out of the locker room and into the weight room. This was the first time I was in it and it had equipment wall to wall and it was actually rather impressive. John said that this was part of the reason that he took the job as well as being able to be the coach of the varsity baseball team. We walked over to the first bench and began putting weights on the bar. John said he'd spot me and I lay down on the bench. I started doing my reps and as I looked up I could see up one of the legs of John's pants. I then looked up at his eyes and then back up at the bulge in his pants. I could feel my crotch growing and finished my last rep. I stood up, probably too fast and my pants were tenting a little, and John told me to get more weight as he got on the bench. He did his reps and we started on the treadmill. About twenty minutes in to the work out I looked over at him and saw his crotch jumping up and down in his pants and his pecs doing a dance as well. His face was getting red and he was sweating. He looked amazing. I couldn't wait to get in the showers. We hit the free weights, and then he bet me an "A" on the next quiz that he could do more pull-ups than me. He beat me but there weren't any consequences for me not beating him, but I got to stare at him from behind and watch his huge arms flex as he pulled the weight of his body up.. We had about forty five minutes before school started and he said we should probably hit the showers. We walked back to our lockers and I watched as he took off his shirt and then slid his hands down his legs sliding catching the waste band with this thumbs and his pants fell to the floor. I mimicked his motions as he watched me and we both were standing there in nothing but our jock-straps. We each wrapped our towels around ourselves and then walked into a side room. It was the shower room and it was filled with a bunch of shower heads on the wall each separated by a low wall and drains in the floor. I had never been in a public shower before, kind of pictured it different, but I didn't hesitate to go up to the shower next to John's and turn it on. It was freezing, which was really a good thing now that I look back on it and I would frequently look over at John, he would look at me and I would quickly turn the other way until finally he asked if something was wrong, I was caught off guard and stammered out a "no." I couldn't believe that he just caught me staring at his crotch, I was embarrassed, I quickly finished showering and changed and went on my way to my first class. I kept playing it over in my mind, maybe I should have said something else, maybe he wanted me to say something else, maybe we could have sex. Wait, no, he's straight. So it was time for Mr. MacMillan's class and I took my time getting there so there wouldn't be an awkward silence, and I walked in with the rest of the class. I was embarrassed to even look at him and hardly talked all class, the bell wrung and I did my normal routine and he drove me home in silence. He asked if I needed any help studying for the test tomorrow since he could tell I hadn't been paying attention in class, although I was hesitant we both knew I had to and I told my mother that I would be next-door. We sat down in his living room and he told me to get my notes out as he was going to go get changed. I just kept thinking how I wish he weren't straight and how perfect everything would be we already have a routine together, and anytime my parents would try to find me I could just say I was going over the notes or to study. This relationship was the biggest tease ever. I couldn't stand it anymore, we've seen each other naked, but I wanted more. I was practically going crazy, I thought what if I just ran into his room while he was changing and made out with him. I kept telling myself he was straight, it played over and over again in my head but then something happened. I was going to go into his room, what was taking him so long anyways. I stopped outside his door, and thought this was my last chance to turn around. I could hear rustling sounds and we was breathing kind of heavy, or maybe that was me. I cracked the door open and saw him sitting on the foot of his bed mumbling something under his breath as he had his hand massaging his thick veiny dick. I couldn't make out what he was saying but it seemed to be getting louder but I still couldn't make it out. He reached down grabbed the jock-strap from his gym bag and his whole body seized as he blew his load all over his jock-strap. Then he put it on and proceeded to get dressed, I quickly got back into the living room. John came back into the living room and said he was sorry for taking so long he had an important call with his wife. I said it was OK, and asked how things were going between the two of them; he completely avoided the question by saying we should get working on the notes but said he'd talk about it later. I continued to look up at him wearing an outfit similar to that of when we were gardening and was starting to have really wished I had walked in on him beating off. We worked through dinner and he said it was ok and he would make something for us to eat later and when we finished with the notes we started talking as he started working on dinner. It was nothing special but I found time to bring up his wife again, I wanted to know what was wrong with him that his wife had to get a divorce. He seemed really embarrassed at first and then he said he never told anyone what really happened before, but if I really wanted to know he would tell me. I thought maybe this would be something I could use to black mail him with, maybe get some action. He started off by saying working with his wife everyday was the biggest pain in the ass ever, and he couldn't even check out the other teachers or even really get to know anyone because she was always around and wouldn't allow him to do anything with out her, that's why he started working out and coaching. He finally found time to get away from her and had a legitimate excuse. But something unexpected happened. He started treating people bad because he wasn't happy and took most of his anger out on the star pitcher, if you could really call him that he only won 3 games but that's all the team won that year anyways. But this worked as it pushed him to do better and he started working out in the morning with John. Then they're relationship changed and one morning in the shower they started making out and then it became sexual and John continued to avoid his wife. He went on to explain that he isn't gay but he enjoyed being in control of this boys life and he didn't object to anything that was happening. But his fun came to a crashing halt when his wife found out about his sexual escapades with a student. She couldn't get him fired because she still did love him but she was afraid someone would find out so after a year he agreed that it would be best for both of them to get out of teaching but then his wife got promoted to principal and she fired him. John went on to talk about the whole chain reaction and five years of torture that this brought on. There was an awkward silence when his story was over, only because I was in disbelief and he didn't know how I would react. Basically the same thing was happening between us that got him in trouble only a few years ago. He was about to say something then stopped. I leaned over to him, put my hand on his leg and told him that his secret was safe with me. He leaned into me and we started making out, our tongues danced as we swapped saliva. I quickly pulled back and said I couldn't do this, it nearly messed up your life and it wasn't appropriate. But this just led him on more like I expected and wanted it to as he forced me on to the couch and had complete control. Time went in slow motion as we again started making out and I ripped of his shirt exposing his huge pecs and arms. They felt exactly how I knew they would feel rubbing against my body. I could feel his huge package grinding against me through his loose fitting pants and couldn't wait to get that veiny meaty cock in my mouth. I had seen it in the bathroom and in the shower at school where he was trying to hide his huge soft cock with the soap bubbles as well as seeing it just hours ago when he blew a load right in the jock-strap that he wears every day to work out. I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth and soon enough he tore off his pants and was standing there in his jock-strap and it could barely hold his huge dick back. He forced his package in my face and I could taste semen and sweat and smell his manly odor. His golden hair was shining as he got up to get me off the couch. He invited me up to his bedroom and we went up the stairs together him in nothing but a jock-strap and me still wearing my pants. I watched his as bounce as he walked up the stairs and he then led me to his bed. He finally took off the jock-strap and kneeled over me with one knee on either side of my body as I lay back against the head board. He told me to take it all and I tried my best getting all of his think veiny dick in my mouth until his golden pubes were in my nose tickling me, he forced his dick in and out of my mouth and when it was out I couldn't wait for it to get back in. I continued to pleasure his cock until he fully withdrew it from my mouth. He then went down and stripped my of my pants and boxers, he licked the tip and I could feel the sensation all throughout my body. Then without a moments notice he flipped my over onto my back with out any problems and started fingering my ass, first with one finger and then with two. Then with one quick thrust shoved his whole dick into my ass sending my head all the way back he didn't wait for me to get adjusted and just started pounding my ass, practically ripping me a new one. The force of his thrusts was shaking the whole bed, not to mention me. But, somehow they seemed to be getting even faster and harder as he neared climax. He then forcefully gripped onto me as he blew a load that seemed like it was going to come back out my mouth, it seemed to last forever and then when it finally did stop he laid on top of me with his dick still in my ass. His huge body covered mine and I could feel his powerful muscles all over my body, I felt like I was in heaven.. Then the moment ended as he swiftly flipped me over just as easily as the last time and proceeded to blow my dick, teasing me until finally I could no longer handle it and shot my seemingly mediocre load in his mouth.. He leaned in to kiss me and we exchanged saliva and my semen. Our kiss finally ended with an awkward silence and we both just laid there naked in his bed. He broke the silence by saying, why didn't I just say I wanted it the shower earlier the day he would have been more than happy to have serviced me and he continued to say he was better than every girl that he had ever been with including his wife but it wasn't as satisfying as his first gay experience. I was kind of disappointed but he leaned in and kissed me again. I looked over at the clock and noticed it was almost 9. I nearly flew out of his bed to find my clothes. I started getting dressed and he went downstairs to get my back pack. I reeked of sex and used some of his Axe while I was in the bathroom. We made out one last time and he threw my backpack at me. He said I could expect more of the same in the morning and any time I needed "help with notes or studying". I knew he wanted to see more of me but I had to leave, especially since I still had to do a project for another class that I seemed to put off till the last minute. My parents greeted me at the door I acted casually and passed right on by. I threw my bag on my bed and went over the events of the day. I was practically speechless but my moment was cut short by the fact that I needed to get stuff done. I reached into my bag and to my surprise didn't find exactly what I expected it was John's jock-strap, he must have put it in there while I was getting dressed, this was one memento that I would never lose. I went over to the window saw John outside, he looked up to me and winked and then I got down to work. After an intense beat off session the night before, I was nearly late for our work out in the morning and we talked the whole way there until I asked the question that I came up with last night. Who was the student that he had his affair with? He looked at me in shock kind of and then embarrassment again and said Mr. Roberts. I was speechless, until the words "what are the odds" came out of my mouth and he said that it was no coincidence. He said that they were still very good friends but that was it and helped each other find jobs and they got lucky that they got jobs at the same place. Damn, life is crazy for a senior in High School isn't it?