Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 11:32:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Hunter Wyatt Subject: Seducing the Sport Shop Assistant - 3 This story is a work of fiction. Any comments or suggestions can be sent to hwyatt6143@yahoo.com.au. If you like the story so far, please let me know. Would love to hear from you. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author. Please support Nifty and donate whatever you can at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to those living or dead is not intentional, and is completely coincidental. SEDUCING THE SPORTS SHOP ASSISTANT - 3 Beau was daydreaming, his clear blue eyes staring far off out the window, long eyelashes fluttering in the slight breeze coming in. His Year 12 English teacher, Sean Montgomery, was talking animatedly about the Thane of Cawdor's ambition and Lady Macbeth's role in furthering that ambition. "Now Lady Macbeth is quite ambitious herself and she says to Macbeth 'Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full of the milk of human kindness.' What do you boys reckon this means?" Mr Montgomery queried, a masculine teacherly smile on his face, his voice warm and youthful but surprisingly deep. "Breast milk?" Tom Guinness, resident class stud, piped up. The class erupted with laughter, Mr Montgomery shaking his head, still smiling. "Afraid not, Tom. It's the Thane of Cawdor who is too full of the milk of human kindness and I'm not sure that there's any historical precedent for men producing breast milk." The class, realising Tom had mixed up his characters in the play, laughed again, this time at Tom, and Tom grinned sheepishly, showing white teeth and stretching one freckled tanned arm back to scratch his head. Beau, watching the exchange, turned back to his daydream. He was thinking of Tony and the intense sexual experience he had had at the sports store. That was over two weeks ago now but he still had erotic dreams about it at night. The image of Tony's piercing green eyes, stubbled jaw and heavy swinging dick as he fingerfucked Beau in the arse with his thick stubby fingers roughly and called him a sissy boy-whore flashed in Beau's mind and his teen cock instantly turned erect in his light grey school trousers. Beau had experienced a growth spurt in his last year at high school and his private school uniform was too tight. His trousers with the 28-inch waist was close to bursting, the seat of the pants fitting around the male jut of his pert adolescent bum-cheeks like clingwrap, the buttocks sitting high and full. Beau shifted in his seat, trying to release the pressure of the tight pants on his expanding teen cock, but to no avail. Beau had returned to the sports shop the very next day after the hot sexual encounter. Being young and impressionable, and Tony being the first man who had taken Beau's oral and anal virginity, Beau had become obsessed with Tony and wanted to see him again. Tony, however, was not to be seen. He had asked the young female shop assistant where Tony was and she had said that Tony had gone back to the Sydney branch of the store at Parramatta. Beau's heart sank to his feet and when he had got home, he had gone straight to his room, ignoring his dad, and cried. Eventually, lying on his lean tummy, his tousled blond head sunk deep into the pillows, Beau had fallen asleep dreaming about Tony. His dad, too busy with work, barely noticed Beau's locking himself into his room and his mum had still been out with his two brothers. "Mr Kelly, if I might divert your attention away from whatever you're daydreaming about to share with the class as to whether you think Lady Macbeth is responsible for the tragedy that is Macbeth, that would make my day." Beau's school was one of the most expensive private schools in the country and all the teachers addressed the boys by their last names. Mr Montgomery was looking at Beau sternly, his dark green eyes narrowed into an enquiring squint. Sean Montgomery was one of those rare young male English teachers who also possessed all the masculine traits that impressed teenage boys and caused them to idolise him. He was mad about footy, supported Hawthorn, and would also play footy with the boys. Fresh-faced, he was blessed with deep-set green eyes with flecks of brown, a fine straight nose and a lean square jaw. He kept his hair short and neat in the latest fashion and usually wore fitted plain long-sleeved shirts, slim-fitted chinos that clung around his ample crotch-basket, and classy but fashionable slim ties. Tall - he was six foot one and played as ruckman with his local footy club on weekends - he had the same buff muscular bod as Ben Cousins minus the tattoos. The other boys all called him Monty amongst themselves and they still talked about the time Monty changed into his footy gear on the footy field, shucking his business shirt and revealing a very lean upper torso with massive balled shoulders, swollen biceps and pronounced veins across his biceps and forearms. His pecs were flat slabs of muscle, well-proportioned with extreme definition. The boys were in awe. "Monty's a tank! Look at those massive guns!" The boys whispered with possessive pride as Monty took off his slacks, revealing clean white Calvin Kleins and a bulging basket and put on very short white footy shorts. That very day had been Monty's birthday and at the conclusion of the game, the boys, overcome by the vision of Monty in his undies, had grabbed Monty and lifted him off his feet. Lying spreadeagled on his back as he was supported in the air by the circle of boys, Monty had protested as the boys sated their curiosity by peeling off his footy guernsey, revealing his swollen pecs and pink nipples. His skin was flawless and his complexion was a deep golden tan. Monty obviously waxed his chest and nipple hair regularly so his smooth, lean and sweaty torso gleamed richly in the sun. The only body hair were the two golden tufts of hair sprouting like small bushes from Monty's armpits and a thin snail trail starting from Monty's belly button down underneath the short white footy shorts that were now stretched tight around Monty's strong splayed thighs. The boys were stunned into awestruck silence as they pondered what they should do with the perfect young adult male specimen that they had under their control in front of them, an example of what each of them hoped they would mature into when they themselves became young adults. Whether it was the sweet male odour from Monty's damp armpits or the glimpses of Monty's soaked white undies through the legs of his shorts, the boys were overcome with the teen hormones raging in their system, despite the fact that they were all quite decidedly heterosexual, and, in the midst of Monty's continued protestations, grabbed the waistband of his footy shorts and slowly, reverently, stripped the shorts down, revealing Monty's virile babymaker cupped handsomely by his undies. Monty very obviously dressed to the left and was an impressive shower, the flaccid cock a dangerous looking coiled snake that was being hidden from view by a small piece of wet cotton. Again, the boys were faced with a decision and Sean, as if stunned by the situation in which he found himself, had stopped protesting and was paralysed with anticipation at what was going to happen. Time seemed to expand and with aching slowness, two adolescent hands, one at each side of the waistband of Monty's undies, peeled the undies down, revealing first Monty's thick golden pubic bush, the smell of sweat and old urine pungent in the air. Monty shifted uncomfortably, aware of the multiple teenage hands supporting his buttocks, a couple of fingers digging into his crack. Then, in silence yet again, Monty's undies were pulled further down, unveiling part of the flaccid fat shaft of Monty's penis, eliciting groans of appreciation from the boys, who understood that Monty was nowhere near average in that department! And finally, as the seconds ticked slowly by, the undies were dragged all the way down and over Monty's feet, the whole impressive length and girth of his masculine genitals revealed to the hungry eyes of his idolisers, the hairy swollen testicles in their saggy sacs spreading out with their newfound freedom. Sean had always been embarrassed about his foreskin and now, the boys could see that Monty's dick had an impressive amount of foreskin hanging over the head. A even stronger smell of old urine was emitted. The boys paused to examine the revelation of this very private and intimate part of their male hero, the one male teacher that they really looked up to and they stored this image into their minds for future reference as a masculine benchmark for them to measure themselves by. Sean had closed his eyes tightly, praying that this very awkward situation would end. He knew the boys were not being cruel. They were simply driven by deep biological impulses and it was the combination of healthy exercise, the male camaraderie brought about by footy and the effect of the male pheromones being released by boyish sweat that had brought about this situation. But Sean was a teacher and there had to be boundaries, rules that separated the student from the teacher. And now, with the exposure of his private parts - his pubic hair and cock and balls - Monty could not claim those boundaries anymore. But there was still more that could be lost and Sean prayed that he would not lose that too. And for a while, as the seconds ticked on, it seemed that the boys would lose interest and he would be allowed to put his clothes back on with no further mishap. But it was not to be. "I can see Mr Montgomery's anus! Woah, that's friggin' awesome...his arse is really hairy. His crack is like stuffed full of hair...!" That was Alex Papadopoulos. On hearing that, Sean involuntarily flexed his anus, the pink anal bud winking behind the forest of hair. It was just a spontaneous reaction but Alex caught the motion and chattered on, "Did you see that? Mr Montgomery's anus just moved...that's pretty cool man! Can I touch it?" And without waiting for an answer, Alex placed a warm finger right against the bull's eye of Sean's anal ring, the finger pushing through the arse hair and contacting the wrinkled anal bud. Sean's green eyes opened with panic; his arse was the most sensitive part of him and the boy's innocent touch had sent tendrils of electricity through his body. "Wow, Mr Montgomery's anus feels great...and the hair!" Alex began to rub against Sean's sphincter muscle, tapping the sensitive entrance and twirling the crackhair that not even Sean's girlfriend had seen or touched before. Sean despaired as he felt the inevitable happen. "Hey guys, look at Mr Montgomery's penis! Shit...'cuse my language, sir, but it's moving!!" Sean desperately tried to control the blood flow to his nether regions, but he was a young red-blooded male, and there was no way that he could stop the inevitable from happening. Sean's fat shaft began to uncoil, the girth thickening dramatically and the shaft straightening upwards in violent pulses, each twitch a dramatic escalation in the elevation of Sean's cock. The cockhead swelled, pushing against the excess foreskin, and the foreskin suddenly parted, peeling back swiftly as the cock pulsed, revealing a glossy mushroom head. The mushroom head formed a formidable mushroom cap over the shaft, the head an angry purple. "Woah, Mr Montgomery!" The boys gasped collectively in admiration, their gaze on Sean's erecting organ. Sean's powerful testicles churned in their sacs, the left testicle higher than the right. Sean's fat cock continued to expand and as the cock reached its full growth, the cock's girth was as thick as a beer can, the length an impressive 10 inches. The cock was extremely hard so that its weightiness did not drag it down and the cock pulsed quickly above Sean's belly even though he was lying backwards. Because Sean's raging tool was so swollen, the foreskin was stretched to its max, the frenulum straining. A single shiny pearl of precum stood at the tip of Sean's cocktip, the shaft quivering with sexual arousal. "That's enough now, boys! Put me down now!" Sean commanded weakly, his voice cracking and his face flushed red with embarrassment and panic as he watched the one intimate part of himself he never thought would be exposed to his students, much less fully aroused and hard, wave in the air. As he struggled feebly, the clear bead of precum slid over the edge of his glans, forming a thread that dangled stickily in the air. Sean groaned, as his overactive penile muscles squeezed two or three more beads of precum from his excited cock, the beads rolling over and extending the dangling thread of precum. The boys looked at each other as Sean struggled, his biceps straining, the veins popping. Sean, however, did not want to hurt the boys, so could not struggle too much. His fully aroused cock waved in the air, the golden pubic thatch surrounding the base of the organ attractively. Alex, the curious boy, could not control himself - Mr Montgomery's penis just looked so amazingly large to him - and he moved his hand towards Sean's cock. Sean noticed movement at his groin and saw that Alex was about to place his hand on his most intimate part. Before Sean could react, Alex's hand grabbed around the fat girth of the aroused dick. Alex's touch was electricity and Alex gasped wonderingly at the steel-like hardness and veininess of Monty's adult cock. Alex couldn't help himself and gave Sean's cock two swift jerks, the foreskin covering the head and then peeling back, the precum forming a glossy coat over the angry red mushroom head. Sean moaned in despair as he felt the familiar sensation of cum beginning to gather at the base of his full adult male scrotal sacs. "Noo....fuck.....noooo, this can't be happening......oh shit......boys...look away...please....oh fuck no.......!" Sean pleaded, his deep voice hoarse with exertion. The boys could not stop watching, their gazes focused on Monty's impressively large and erect organ. Suddenly, Sean sucked in a deep breath, his eyes half-closing, his sexy mouth half-open as he climaxed. His strong washboard abs contracted as his fat beer-can cock fired a neverending deluge of thick white cum into the air. Sean had been saving a week's worth of cum for his girlfriend that night and he had always been a voluminous cummer. Now however, all that cum was being expelled through his violently jerking cock, the hairy testicles churning around, the cum so thick and continuous that it appeared as if Sean was urinating cum. The boys watched mesmerised at Monty's cockhead ejecting the cum, jaws open, as their favourite teacher's shower of cum flew violently through the air to land messily on Sean's distraught face. Sean could not help groaning as he came, the cum covering his eyes and nose and mouth, slowly dripping down his preppy handsome face. More cum dribbled down his shaft, flowing down around the base of his dick, down his balls and into his anus, which was gaping open slightly now after all that clenching during his ejaculation and a white pool of his cum had collected inside his anus. "Mr Montgomery...wow...that's amazing!" The boys placed Monty down gently on the field, his fat beer-can cock still hard and waving in the air, the final drops of cum still pearling at the tip of the blunt tip and slowly sliding down the rigid shaft. As Sean realised what he had done in front of the students that he taught, he teared up and covered his face, not saying a word, his sweaty armpits exposed, the dense armpit hairs wet and musky. The boys looked at each other guiltily; one of them nudging Alex as if to say it was all his fault. One of the more responsible students, Andrew Taylor, grabbed a used towel from his bag. Squatting down next to Sean, who was still soundlessly weeping, he gently held Sean's rock-hard cock with his bare hand and squeezed the head to eject the last remnants of cum. The cum swelled out from the slit and Andrew could smell his teacher's cum-odour mixed in with sweat, the bittersweet aroma almost overwhelming his senses. Andrew then used the towel to first clean around the head softly to avoid overstimulating the already spent cock, and then wiped lightly under the head and down the thick shaft. He lifted Sean's saggy scrotal sacs and wiped the cum that had pooled underneath the sweaty testicles. He then finished off by pushing up Sean's legs, bending them at the knees, first the right then the left to expose Sean's hairy arse-crack, the brown anus slightly visible through the wet hairs, Sean unthinkingly obeying. Some cum had dripped down into the arse-hairs and Andrew, very methodically, wrapped the towel around his index finger and rubbed up and down Sean's crack, cleaning the anal hairs of cum. He then rubbed around Sean's arsehole carefully, using circular motions to clean the hole of cum. Being a meticulous student, Andrew then pushed his finger into Sean's anus to get at all the cum, eliciting a soft moan from Sean, his testicles churning. Finally, Andrew moved to Sean's face, took his hands from his face and gently wiped his face clean of cum. The other boys took Sean's undies and pulled it up and under his buttocks, tucking the still hard cock reverently into his undies. Then it was his white footy shorts and his footy guernsey. When Sean was fully dressed, the boys stood around him protectively, waiting for his instructions. Sean stood up, his eyes red, his hard beer-can cock still a big bulge in his footy shorts. He tried to speak but his voice cracked and he paused. Then he continued, "Pack up your things boys...have a good rest at home and I'll see you back at school tomorrow. Remember to do your homework." The boys murmured their assent and started picking up their bags and leaving the field. As Sean watched them go, he wondered how he would ever face his boys again.