Date: Fri, 15 Jan 1999 10:46:25 PST From: Spunky Munky Subject: Getting Extra Curricular #1 - How It All Began *************************************************************************************** * * * 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 #1 - How it All Began - By: Spunky Munky {spunky_munky_69@hotmail.com} I was sitting in my gym class, listening to our teacher, Mr. McCartney, lecture about parts of the female anatomy. As fate would have it, we were doing a health unit. Most guys in my class hated it, but me, not at all. I always looked forward to the part of this 2-1/2 week ordeal when the teacher would talk about dicks, or as they would usually put it, the penis. The greatest part was that Mr. McCartney was a fairly good looking man, so this would always get me going when he would even mention the word penis. I had this awful habit of picturing his. I guess it was because he would always wear track pants or shorts that accented his crotch perfectly. In other words, there was always a sizeable mound. I was losing interest fast in the class, as Mr. McCartney was talking about the uterus or something like that. But all of a sudden he pulled a 360 and told us we'd be talking about the penis for the rest of the class. This caught my attention, especially since when I looked up he had a 3-d model. I listened very carefully for the remaining 20 minutes to everything my good looking teacher had to say. By the end of class, I had the biggest hardon I'd ever gotten before. Just the way my teacher was explaining things was so erotic. I can't really explain it, you'd have to have been there. Anyway, class was over, and I was about ready to leave. Trying my best to conceal the bulge in my baggy jeans with the long sweater I was wearing, I slowly made my way to the door. As I was leaving I heard my teacher call me back. I figured it would be about my spree of unexcused absences from the week before. I had skipped his class 3 times, and that was the only thing that would make Mr. McCartney mad, skipping. I went and stood in front of his desk as he watched the last 2 people leave the class room. He looked up at me from his seat and said, "You know what this is about, don't you?" I nodded. "Good, because I won't have anyone skipping my class. Now, I am going to punish you. I've already arranged with the custodian to have you do some work for him. I personally picked out the task, scrubbing urinals." He paused for a second as his eyes came level with my crotch. He saw my hardon. Then he smiled and looked up at me. "Don't get too excited now, it's not that great of a job." I guess he was referring to my current "situation". I blushed immensely when he said that though. He looked at me sympathetically and said, "Don't worry, it happens to the best of us, but usually at the worst times. Hey, I've even had it happen teaching this class! Why do you think I mysteriously disappear from time to time?" There was a long pause, as we just looked at each other. Finally Mr. McCartney brook the silence. "So be at my office after school for your punishment. And clear any plans you have for Thursday or Friday, because you'll be doing the exact same thing." I nodded and left. I only had one class after gym, and I spent the entire time hard as I rock. Thinking about Mr. McCartney getting hard in class set my imagination crazy. It also made me horny as hell. But what intrigued me the most was when he told me about how he would leave. But each time he did that he'd make sure we were all good and busy playing a game of something and he'd duck out for at least 15 minutes. I wondered if he'd use that time to jerk it a little. But then I just came to the conclusion that he probably just waited for it to soften up. Before I knew it, the bell rang for my last class of the day, and it was time for me to go receive my punishment. I walked towards the gym, where Mr. McCartney's office was located. My cock was still hard. I just couldn't get it to go soft again, no matter what I thought of. I knocked on Mr. McCartney's door and heard him yell "come in", so I opened the door. He was sitting behind his desk with his head down looking through papers. I had time to reach his desk before he looked up at me. "Ah, about time you got here. There's a bucket and cloth waiting for you in the bathroom of the change room." And that's when Mr. McCartney saw my hardon for the second time. He smiled again and said, "Haven't been able to get rid of it, huh? Sometimes relief is the only way you know. Maybe you should do something about it." With that, he went back to work. A bit taking back by what he had just told me, I walked out of his office and into the locker room. I saw the silver bucket sitting there, full of soapy water, and the rag that I was supposed to use. I looked on at the immense challenge I had ahead of me. I had the pleasure of scrubbing 12 of the filthiest urinals in the entire school. What a cruel punishment. But, before I started, I figured I try to squeeze out some piss through my rock hard cock. I walked up to one of the urinals, and unzipped my jeans. I lowered my boxers and my stiff prick jumped right out. I tried my damnedest to squeeze out some piss, but it just wasn't happening. But it felt so nice to finally be able to touch my dick. I thought back to what Mr. McCartney had said about relieving myself, and with a laugh started to slowly massage my aching member. I looked down as my 7-1/2" of meat slid through my hand. Soon I picked up the pace and was jacking like crazy. I loved the feeling of being in such a public place and satisfying myself. There was no risk of being caught, as there were no sports practices/meets that day and my teacher was busy at work. I was in heaven. I began to moan, quietly at first, but then a little more loudly. Then, to turn myself on more, I began talking dirty to myself, saying something about fucking a tender ass. Then I felt arms wrap around me and a set of hands gripped my cock and began jacking it. I looked down and I recognized that set of hands. It was Mr. McCartney. By this point in time he was grinding his crotch against my ass, real hard, and was jacking me off furiously. After only a minute of this I blew my load all over his hands and the urinal in front of me. Mr. McCartney wiped his hands on my back and then pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees. That's when I heard his belt unbuckling. "Get everything off but don't turn around," I heard him say. So, following his command, I stripped naked. The next thing I felt was a something large, round, and greasy trying to poke its way into my ass. "This is gonna hurt you more then it'll hurt me, son, so buck up and get ready for my massive cock," Mr. McCartney told me. He was right to warn me. That huge cock of his nearly ripped me in two, or so it felt like it. I winced in pain and let out a sharp cry of pain. But Mr. McCartney kissed and comforted me as he slid his monster dick all the way into my hole. As he slowly moved in and out of me, getting my hole used to his giant fuck-tool, the pain began to subside and was replaced by an intense sense of pleasure. Sensing that my initial pain had subsided, Mr. McCartney began to thrust harder now. I steadied myself by placing my hands on the wall in front of me. Mr. McCartney had now placed his hands on my hips and was driving his manhood all the way in and almost all the way out of my tender ass, in quick, hard motions. I could hear and feel his huge nut sack slapping against my ass cheeks. What a glorious sound. By this time I was hard again and felt like I was ready to blow another load. But Mr. McCartney slowed his thrusts down, enticing more moans of pleasure out of me. Then he pulled out completely, and I heard him take a few steps back. "Don't turn around," were Mr. McCartney's first words to me. "Now, you like getting fucked, don't you? I always had a good idea that you did. And well, when you were rock hard after my cock talk today, well, that just confirmed it all. But it's all good, because now I have a little boy toy who I'll be able to play with. You like it when I touch you, don't you?" I was silent, not knowing what to say. "Don't you!?" Mr. McCartney yelled out, his voice echoing through the bathroom, and into the locker room. "Ye-yes," I managed to choke out. My knees were shaking. I was horny still, but a little nervous at the same time. What did he mean by me being his little "boy toy". What was going to happen after all this was over? "Well, son, I think it's time we looked at each other face to face, don't you?" Mr. McCartney asked. I nodded, hoping he would get the message. I was just too jittery to talk. "Turn around then, and look at what just fucked you!" he barked out. So, I turned around, very slowly. I was kind of embarrassed about my current state. There I was, completely naked except for my shoes and socks, rock hard, and in front of this impressive guy who I had fantasized about on more than one occasion. What I saw almost made me blow my load. My amazing teacher was standing there, with his pants around his ankles, stroking his massive cock. His brown hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, and likewise, his white t-shirt clung to his body, revealing his chiseled features and hard nipples. His brown eyes seemed to hypnotize me on the spot. But that massive cock, it must have been at least 10" long and about 2-1/2 to 3" thick, with a big, low-hanging nut sack to top it all off. I just couldn't tear my eyes away from that wondrous sight! "So," Mr. McCartney started, interrupting my thoughts, "I take it that you like what you see?" I nodded. "Well then, you won't mind servicing me whenever I need it, will you?" I shook my head from side to side. "Good. We can count this little arrangement of ours as an extra curricular activity. You'll even earn marks for it if you do your job well." He smiled at me. "Now get over here and suck my nuts until I blow my load all over you. But no tasting my cock, you haven't earned that privilege yet!" So, eagerly wanting to please Mr. McCartney, I hurried over to him and got on my knees. I looked up at him, and he gave me another one of his to-die-for smiles, as he gently put his hand on my head, and started moving it through my hair. I looked straight ahead of me and saw Mr. McCartney's other hand massaging his giant fuck-tool. How I wanted to taste it, but remembering what he had said, I didn't dare. I leaned forward, and opened my mouth wide. I took his set of balls into my mouth and started t caress them with my tongue. Then I let my hands find their way to his firm ass and I started to squeeze and rub it. I could tell I was doing a good job, because Mr. McCartney was letting out constant moans and grunts of pleasure. Soon, I could feel Mr. McCartney jacking his cock wildly, as I continued to move his two giant balls around inside my mouth and as I slowly let my fingers play around his ass and thighs. Without warning, my gym teacher pushed me away from him, releasing my mouth from his balls. The next thing I heard was a loud grunt and then I felt jet after jet of warm liquid splashing all over my face and chest. Mr. McCartney had just blown his huge load all over me. His cum smelled so great, and I couldn't resist. With a few quick thrusts from my hand, I blew a sizeably smaller load all over my hand and floor. Mr. McCartney stood there for a few moments, squeezing every last bit of cum from his cock, before wiping his hand on my head. I looked up at him and saw a large grin on his face. "Good work," he told me. "This'll definitely earn you some extra credit. Aren't extra curricular activities fun?" I nodded, with a smile. "Glad you think so. Now go wash up in the shower, then go home. I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he pulled his pants up and started walking out of the room. I stood up, and cum dripped off of me onto the floor. I wiped a little from my face and tasted it. Nothing like I thought, but it did have a unique taste that I knew I'd eventually begin to crave. I walked over to a sink and washed my face off, then using the bucket I was supposed to clean the urinals with, I cleaned up the mess on the floor. I then grabbed my clothes, left the bathroom and went into the locker room area, and grabbed a couple of towels from a large pile. Still really horny about what happened, I noticed myself getting hard again. I was still very excited about everything, so leaving all my stuff in a little pile on one of the benches, I grabbed one of my towels and headed for the showers. I walked into the showers and turned one of them on. I looked down at my aching 7-1/2" and decided that I still had a little juice left in me that could be squeezed out. So, I started to slowly jack my throbbing cock feeling thrills of pleasure run through me, once again. But when I looked up I saw something I didn't expect to see, two members of the boys senior football team, standing there watching me. I froze... To Be Continued... *********************************************************************************************** This story is Copyright 1998 Spunky Munky {spunky_munky_69@hotmail.com} *********************************************************************************************** Comments? Ideas? Want to tell me anything about this story or how I could make the following ones better? Then e-mail me at: spunky_munky_69@hotmail.com ***********************************************************************************************