Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2008 04:00:41 -0500 From: Manny Oaks Subject: Our Secret - 5 Usual Rules Apply. Comments appreciated. Our Secret (Part 5) Driving home, my mind was full of so many images; so many moments and memories I felt compelled to jerk off, even so soon after my encounter with that boy. I remembered so vividly the way he smelled and tasted; how his insides felt wrapped around my cock. But I found myself lost in still more memories. Not just tonight, but images of being a boy.. a teenager, even, letting a grown man have his way with every part of my body, using it for whatever he pleased. I'd buried most of these thoughts, but every now and again something simple, like the word "Sir," triggers memories I'd perhaps almost forgotten. There'd been Mr. Keane, of course. But there were other people too, other men, even boys with whom I'd made a quiet promise. Never to tell our secret. Never to get anyone in trouble. In the months after Mr. Kean took my virginity, he and I carried on our secret behavior. Sometimes it was after school, when most of the other kids had gone home to play and finish up homework, that he would take me into the storage closet in the back of the classroom to suck a load out of his cock. Other times I'd ride my bike over to his house,with my empty portfolio bag dangling from one hand, a ruse to anyone who might wonder what a kid was doing at the bachelor teacher's house when most kids were just finishing supper with their families. Once, during one of his free periods, he took me into his art closet once again, where he turned me around and fervently ate my ass out while stroking his cock. It wasn't every day, not even every week, really. But it almost seemed at times as if he was trying to carefully balance the amount of time we spent together as teacher and student, or even as friends, with the time he spent seducing me or making me do sexual things. He never let on during classes or when teachers were around that there was anything more to our relationship than that of a prized pupil and his instructor. Every now and again he'd look at me and there would be a flash of... of something between lust and admiration, I guess. But no one was ever the wiser. No one, of course, except for Mr. Smith, the janitor. I'd never told Mr. Keane about what happened that day in the bathrooms by the shop. There was something about Mr. Smith that scared me too much to say anything about it. I was sure to avoid those restrooms, but I still Saw Mr. Smith from time to time. He usually didn't speak to me when we ran into eachother. Instead, he'd just narrow his eyes and give a thin-lipped smile. It was eerie and unsettling, and my face would turn a million shades of crimson every time he did it. Midterm season was fast approaching. In most of my classes, there was only one test separating me from my midterms. Biology was a particularly difficult subject for me, and when the day came to take the last normal test of the semester, I panicked. We'd done so many dissections and learned so many terms, but I could barely remember most of them. I reasoned that if I skipped the test, I could make it up another day. Mr Keane wouldn't be thrilled at the idea, but I was sure he'd give me an excusal slip if I asked for one. I hid out in the locker room until class began, and then took a walk through the empty halls, down to the art room to ask Mr. Keane for a pass. The art room door was locked when I got to it. This was expected, as Mr. Keane had his lunch that period. He'd made me a key to the art room a month prior, and said it was a symbol of his trust in me. It was strange, but it really did make me feel a little special. I was wary, but I really wanted to believe that Mr. Keane prized me above the other students for more than the sex we had. I quietly unlocked the door, closing it gently behind me. I set my books on one of the tables and turned to the back of the room for Mr. Keane's office. There was a closet door beside it, and if not for the "Office" sign which hung on the office door, you would never guess which was which. I reached for the office door, and just as my hand grabbed the knob, I heard a noise coming from inside. I took a step back, suprised and a little scared, but then I leaned toward the door again. The sounds coming from the office seemed frantic, and I could hear panting. Suddenly realizing what was going on, I quietly turned the knob and pushed the office door open. it squeaked slightly, and i hesitated, but I realized I hadn't been noticed and leaned in. Mr. Keane was in the office, with his back to the door. His pants were crumpled about his ankles and I could see the muscles in his thighs and ass flex as he slammed noisily into the ass of someone I couldn't make out yet. He still wore his blazer and shirt, although his hair was matted with sweat around the sides. He was fucking some guy from behind against his desk which hung down on chains from the wall. His arms were clamped around the man's chest and he had his mouth clamped against his neck. Muffled moans came bleeting out from the union. It was a student, I realized, that he was having sex with here in the place where he'd done the same to me so many times. The boy looked to be older than I was, maybe even seventeen or eighteen. He was a little taller than Mr. Keane, and slender. His slender body was smooth, wrapped in gently freckled skin with long, burgeoning muscles flexing beneath. I could see him working in tandem with Mr. Keane, thrusting his ass back to meet every thrust Mr. Keane gave him. Low, moaning breaths escaped his lips, and he would inhale sharply from time to time. His hands were oustretched before him, palms against the wall, while Mr. Keane continued to worship and ravage his body. They never missed a beat, fucking as if their lives depended on it. The heat in the room seemed to have doubled since I'd opened the door. I stood there, mouth agape, watching this scene play out in front of me as though it were a movie or a television program. I felt hot with anger and severely betrayed, and yet my cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. Mr. Keane suddenly pulled out of the boys ass and dropped to his knees. He crammed his face deep into the boy's ass, slurping and slobbering as he licked and sucked at the boy's hole. The young man let out a righteous moan when Mr. Keane began to eat his ass, but Mr. Keane quickly reprimanded him, his right hand smarting hotly against the boys' tender ass. The kid reached down and began to slowly stroke his cock, twisting and wiggling his ass around on Mr. Keane's face. I took a look and tried to see if I recognized him, but his short, auburn hair immediately gave him away. He was Matthew McFarland, a senior on the basketball team. I'd only had a few encounters with him in the school year, although we shared a gym class. I'd never have guessed I'd see hm like this, and especially not enjoying it. But here he was, his head rolling back as he received what could've been one of the soundest fucks ever given. Mr. Keane stood up as abruptly as he'd gone down earlier. I gasped, but once again, neither Matthew nor Mr. Keane noticed. The teacher slapped Matthew's ass with both hands, several times in a row, then, grabbed his ass firmly and buried his cock in side, all the way to the hilt in one swift motion. Matthew let out a yelp, and quick little moan, and then began to moan and wail in a low, frantic tone. He began fucking back on Mr. Keane's cock fervently, and I could see he was stroking himself like a madman as Mr. Keane fucked him senseless. His head suddenly fell back against Mr. Keane's shoulder. THe teacher reached around with his left hand and placed it over Matthew's mouth to muffle the load moans of pleasure. The boy began to shake and shudder, and even with Mr. Keane's hand over his mouth, I could hear the cries of ecstasy as he began to shoot his load. With each shot, he slammed his ass back against Mr. Keane, who contined to power-fuck his ass, seemingly oblivous to the boy's orgasm. He again clamped his arms around Matthew's torso, still fucking into him, even as he shuddered and shook. The boy moaned now, quiet little wimpers escaping him in time with Mr. Keane's nonstop thrusts. Suddenly, he pushed Matthew down onto the desk, sending more books and papers flying. A gasp of surprise forced its way from the boy's mouth when he hit. Mr. Keane held him down with one hand, the other now furiously stroking his cock. "You're gonna get fuckin' BRED, boy!" he said darkly. "Oh...oh yeah!!" He began to moan, his head slung back. "Oh... Oh fuck, FUCK Matthew, ah, fuck here it comes boy!" He began to shoot his load on Matthew's ass and hole, stifled moans and fits bubbling out as he came. Matthew was still panting and gasping from his own intense orgasm, as if he were in another world. I watched, astonished, as Mr. Keane began to slide his slowly softening-cock into and out of the boy's puffy asshole once again. Matthew tensed and tried to get up, But Mr. Keane gently forced him down. "Mr. Keane?" Matthew said, in a hushed tone. He let out tiny little whimpers, but Mr. Keane continued slowly sliding in and out of his ass. "So fuckin' sweet.... So sweet... Sooo sweet.." he moaned. At last he pulled his cock out of Matthew McFarland's ass. The boy moaned and shuddered when it came out. Mr. Keane collapsed on top of the boy, laughing slowly. It was a laugh that I recognized. But it was a laugh I thought he'd only shared with me. I quietly slipped backwards and tip-toed my way back to the art room door. I opened and closed it just as before, then slipped off to the only place I could think to go. I hadn't been to these restrooms since my encounter with Mr. Smith, but I felt there was no where else to go. I tore into one of the bathroom stalls, locking the door soundly and deliberately behind me. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and sat on the plastic seat, my throbbing cock standing up from my body like a twitching flagpole. There was precum all over my cock, and I began to stroke it, thinking at the same time of how hot it was to see what I'd seen, and how betrayed I felt by my teacher. I moaned with the pleasure my body felt but at the same time I felt sad. I thought our secret was sacred, and special. Before I even knew it, tears were coming from my eyes, even as I stroked my cock. I began to cry in earnest suddenly, and hot tears spilled out and down my cheeks as I felt my orgasm coming on. I looked down and watched the ribbons of come flying out, one of them splattering against the grimy stall door. The waves of intense pleasure flooded through me over and over. My orgasm ended, my load blown across the floor, I hung my head and cried. (Stay Tuned...)