Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 06:59:08 +0000
From: Keith Jarrett <melocodude@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Lesson In Life - Part 2

A Lesson In Life - Part 2

"Sorry", my English teacher turned and said to me, "but I couldn't resist".
He kissed my lips again and I pulled away.

"What?  What's going on?  I don't understand".  I tried my best to take in
the whole situation.

"I see the whole letter thing worked then, did it?" Peggy, the PE teacher
said, with a smug look on his face.  Some pupils called him Peggy because,
the only time he was seen naked in the shower - on a school trip to Paris -
the girl who "accidentally" walked in on him was so impressed by his size
that word got round the whole school before they even returned.  He was
dubbed "Long John Silver (with the wooden leg)", but it soon became a bit of
a mouthful saying that.  Anyway, the boys were soon jealous, so his new
nickname, the "wooden peg", became "Peggy", as a wind-up.  Most of the
teachers were none the wiser, and no one dared call him Peggy to his face as
sports teachers had a well-deserved reputation for violent mood-swings in
our school.

I was side-tracked for a moment staring at his huge cock, as I realised,
first-hand, that rumours about his size were all true.  He was HUGE - at a
guess, at least ten inches, possibly as much as twelve - and I knew that I
would soon be gagging on his dripping cock.  Then, I remembered I was meant
to be furious at my teachers for having plotted all of this.

"What do you mean?  - What letter thing?  - Oh!" suddenly I realised.  "You
dropped it on purpose, didn't you?"  I said, glowering.

"I was genuinely embarrassed for a moment, though", my English teacher
countered, his dark eyes again peering into my face, and wiping off a stray
bead of cum from my chin.  "I didn't know how you were gonna react to it,
but I just had to have you".

"You'll pay for this, sir", I warned, mockingly, as I gradually calmed down,
cupping his balls teasingly.

"Not before you suck on this", said Peggy, cheekily grinning, with an evil
glint in his eye.

Peggy (real name John Hitchins) was probably in his mid to late-thirties,
but still had very youthful, sexy looks.  Being a sports teacher, he was
very athletic, and, through his ripped-off T-shirt, I could see the outline
of his well-defined torso.  He had a shaven head, which hid any signs of his
hair receding, and made him even sexier, even when he got angry and veins
popped out the side of his head.  And as for that massive tool, which he had
now ceased stroking, it was oozing juice in anticipation for my mouth, and I
felt I had no option but to obey.  My own cock was already starting to get
hard again just looking at it.

I noticed that his strong arms were tanned from teaching outside during the
whole summer.  He lifted his vest above his head in one movement, and as he
did, his huge biceps swelled further, and I finally got to see that rippled
chest of his.  It was quite smooth except for small strands of hair in
between his pecs, and just below his navel up to his groin.  His pecs
bulged, and I had to eat those brown erect nipples of his.  Mr. Hitchins was
having none of this.

"Hey", he yelled out, quickly discarding his vest to his side, next to where
his shorts also lay, "I told you to suck my cock.  Get on with it!"

"Yes, sir", I said, lowering my eyes, his huge instrument gradually getting
closer to me.  Sensing my hesitation, Mr. Hitchins grabbed my head with one
of his large hands and forced me down onto it.  As I began to envelop around
his dick, I could already taste his tangy juice.  I could also feel the huge
veins along his cock, now as hard as oak.  Just as I was enjoying the taste
of him, he began to put more pressure on my head, forcing me down further.
I had to stop myself gagging as I felt my mouth being spread apart.  I
moaned to let him know that he was going too far.  He simply moved his back
against the wall and lifted his ass off the floor slightly, signalling that
he expected me to swallow more of his manhood.

I was almost dizzy at this point.  I grabbed his bum cheeks with my hands
and tried to suck as much as I could, and eventually, Mr. Hitchins let out a
low moan of satisfaction.  His ass was hairless and firm, and his muscles
were clenched.  Even still, I managed to worm a couple of fingers into his
warm juicy asshole, and he moaned again, somewhat louder this time.  I
reached my left hand further down until it was touching his balls, and just
as I was wondering what my English teacher was doing, I saw him out of the
corner of my eye, manipulating his manhood until it was fully erect again.
He wiped the cum from his slit and was now spreading it up and down his
pole, and I immediately knew (or thought I knew) what he was going to do
next.  I was quite nervous about this: my ass was still sore from my last
treatment, and I was not sure if I could handle another ravaging from my
English teacher.

Instead I was naturally surprised when he told me to stand up and lie down
on his desk. I had thought he was just going to straddle me while I sucked
on Mr. Hitchins' sweet stick.  Now I guessed he wanted me all to himself.  I
stopped sucking and did as he bade, and at the same time noticed the scowl
that Mr. Hitchins gave my English teacher.  I laughed to myself, realising
that Mr. Hitchins had been really enjoying my blowjob.

"John - get up on there and ride that cock", he commanded Mr. Hitchins.
Surprisingly, my beefy sports teacher got up and followed me to the desk,
only stopping to say in my English teacher's ear, "That wasn't part of the
deal, Pete".

"Suck it first", he ordered, ignoring John's comment.  This was fast
becoming the greatest day of my life - my hunk of a PE teacher was kneeling
down over the desk and taking my fat 8-incher into his mouth, albeit
grudgingly.  He rolled my foreskin down, and just popped my cock in his
mouth in one go.  As time went on, though, from the horny rhythm in which he
glided over my cock, I could tell he was beginning to enjoy it.

Although I had already come once, my hard-on felt even harder, and as he
tongued my now painfully swollen and sensitive head, I felt as if anymore
blood pumping into my cock would have caused it to explode.  I held his head
in my hands.  His bristly head felt magnificent in my clutch, and the
sensation of rubbing against it while he deep-throated my cock made me feel
like I was floating.  I could not contain it for much longer, and Mr.
Hitchins could probably sense that I was on the brink, as he again started
to lick around my tool, and then slowly arose and kissed me, almost as
intensely as my English teacher had done, but more violently.  His tongue
invaded my tonsils and his stubble chafed my skin as it brushed against my
chin.

He now lay flat on top of me and began kissing me passionately.  Our rods
smacked against each other, and I could feel that he was also as hard as
rock.  I started to beat him off with my hand, and he continued kissing me.
Meanwhile, Pete, my English teacher had come up behind him and was now
lining himself up against his crack.  There was no dialogue now, just our
heavy breathing indicated the immense pleasure all three of us were
experiencing.

I could see from Mr. Hitchins' face the moment that Pete had entered him.
He stopped kissing me and contorted his face slightly and I could sense from
the expression that he gave, that it was more pleasure than it was pain he
was feeling.  Pete whistled in his ear and breathed out loudly.

"My, this is still one hot ass you got", he whispered.  Then to me he said,
"Wait until you get a piece of this pussy along with me.  You'll be cumming
again in no time".

I was so excited at this moment that I ignored the comment, and I tried to
slide down to feel Mr. Hitchins' hot rod in my mouth again, but the weight
of the two bodies pressing down on me prevented me from doing so.  Instead,
I continued to jack him off, squeezing his enormous cockhead and then
sliding my hand up and down his shaft.

After some five or ten minutes, I noticed Pete slide out of Mr. Hitchins'
puckered hole.  At this point, Pete commanded him to impale himself on my
cock.  Mr. Hitchins slid down onto my cock with little difficulty, and I was
immediately stimulated by his warm cheeks.  I got my cock in right up to the
hilt in a matter of seconds, and he rode up and down on me for a minute or
two, and then Pete said he was ready.  Mr. Hitchins stopped moving and Pete
started to align himself again to his hole.  I was intrigued as to what was
going to happen, and then, as I worked it out, how we were both expected to
butt-fuck him at the same time.

Pete must have seen my puzzled look: "Don't worry, he's a pro.  Just keep
absolutely still.  You'll love this".
Mr. Hitchins said nothing, just grunted again, as I thought me and my
gorgeous hunk of an English teacher are both gonna be shafting this hot stud
PE teacher.  This was the horniest experience ever, and I was already
feeling steamed-up.  I just hoped I'd be able to last, and no sooner had I
thought this, Pete echoed my thoughts.

"I'm so worked up now, I'll probably come as soon as I'm fully in", he
commented.

As I felt Pete's cock gradually easing alongside me into the tightening
space, I looked up into his face, and he gave me a knowing smile.  The
sensation of his rod pushing up against mine I this now extremely tight ass
was already making me feel giddy, and I couldn't help wondering what Mr.
Hitchins was feeling.

"Oh Pete - the feeling of you rubbing against my cock, while I'm in John's
ass.  That feels so sexy", I exclaimed.

"We're still in school - you should call me Sir", he said, impulsively.
Then, realising, what he'd said, he laughed loudly.  "In fact, maybe we
should organise a detention for you.  What do you think, John?"

"I agree - both of you are tearing my ass apart", he said, short of breath.

Mr. Hitchins began digging his nails into my arm, and pinched harder with
each push of Pete's dick.  I stifled a scream.  His veined cock still
reached out towards my chest, and I tried stroking it gently, then bit his
nipple instead.  I felt that one of us was bound to pass out soon.  Still,
he said nothing, just panted like a puppy, and winced occasionally.  About
three quarters of the way in, he finally said, "hold it there a minute".

He shook his over-crammed butt vigorously and then remained perfectly still
as I felt his hole accustom to our large invasion.  With a nod from Mr.
Hitchins, Pete - I mean Sir eased further in and before Mr. Hitchins could
pinch me again, I was quite viciously wanking him off.

I finally felt Sir's balls brush against mine and I was beginning to get
impatient waiting for some more serious friction.

"Fast or slow?"  Sir asked Mr. Hitchins.

"Just fuck me.  Come on, gimme what you got!"  Mr. Hitchins replied,
obviously proud at his achievement of stuffing the full length of our cocks
into his ass.

"You asked for it", Sir warned, but then still started off slow and deep,
creating howls from both Mr. Hitchins and I as he moved his shaft up and
down my own, caressing Mr. Hitchins' butt.  He growled as the speed of the
strokes were increased, and, this time, he pinched me so hard, I felt
paralysed for a moment.  In just a few strokes, Sir had worked himself into
a rapid rhythm.  Meanwhile, I was also enjoying the strange blend of
pleasure and pain, and all these contributed to my frenzied state.  I could
not hold on for much longer, but suddenly, as I felt Sir's rod spasm
uncontrollably, I knew I was not the only one.  As he gave one last thrust,
I felt the huge jets of cum pumping into his ass.  Next thing, I was
injecting my own supply of juice into his ass.

This all must have sent Mr. Hitchins off because, suddenly, I felt the
familiar twitch in my hand, and soon he was flooding my hands and chest with
his spray.  We all collapsed onto each other and I again kissed Mr. Hitchins
and then "Sir".

Finally, Sr. spoke: "OK - choose a letter, A or B", he asked me, the cheeky
grin already returning to his face.

"Alright, A... no - B!"  I shouted hesitantly, hoping there would be no
awkward surprises.  They both laughed loudly.  I felt embarrassed and left
out, realising the joke was on me.

"OK, then", Mr. Hitchins finally said, "You get to clean out my ass, and
while you're down there, you can clean off both our dicks".

"More importantly", Sir added, "You're in detention every evening until you
have your study leave at the end of term.  Understood?"

I nodded, already taking the first task to hand, licking out Mr. Hitchins'
stretched hole.  The strong musk radiated from his manhole.  I could taste
the sweat and cum, literally dripping from his ass as I stabbed him with my
tongue, going in as far as my slobbering tongue would allow.  He pushed his
butt out at me so I could go further, and I lapped up every drop of
man-juice available.  Then I pulled out and licked my lips, ready to scoop
up the rest of the cum.  I first licked my hands dry, and then I turned to
Mr. Hitchins' softened dick, still significantly large, and drained him dry.

Finally for that evening (or so I thought - again), I turned to my English
teacher's cock, and popped the whole thing in my mouth, licking him up and
down slowly and passionately.  I had to grab hold of his perfectly round ass
again as I did so, as I couldn't resist, even after feeling satiated.  I
went down to his balls, and licked off his matted hair, which was soaking.

"That feels so goo", he said, and I just moaned again, sensing that I was
starting to get hard again.  My dick was aching though, and I knew I had to
get home soon, so I slowly rose, kissed them both, then said, "I have to be
off now".

We all went for our clothes, and Mr. Hitchins noticed my semi-erection.
"Kids these days - never satisfied.  Look Pete - he's starting to get hard
again."

"You sure you have to go?"  Sir asked, and I just nodded meekly.  Even if I
didn't there was no way I could bear another session.  I was completely
shattered, and was looking forward to a nice long shower when I got back
home.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, well, sort of.  I left my teachers
in the classroom, and walked down the corridor, noticing one of the cleaners
who was bent over trying to plug the vacuum cleaner in the plug socket.  He
looked up, and I'm not sure whether he saw me looking at his lovely
footballer's ass, but he smiled back at me.  He was quite a short, sexy
Peruvian guy with the nicest behind known to man, not including my English
teacher, and I greeted him quietly, but - in my opinion - in an authentic
Spanish accent, "Hola".  I was one of the best students in my Spanish set
and had had many an interesting conversation with him, so we were on quite
friendly terms.

He smiled broadly again, and I just walked away, wondering if there was a
bit of cum left on my chin, or something why he looked at me so strangely.
In any case, I headed out towards the door, and just as I was walking out of
it he shouted down after me, "Is it ok to go in Room 12 now, or are the
other two still busy?"  I had never been so embarrassed in my life, but
then, as he raised one eyebrow and looked at me provocatively, I guessed he
had probably enjoyed the show.  I still left hurriedly, though, and
gradually slowed my pace as I walked out the school gates, thinking oh no,
not again!


To be continued...?

Thanks for the comments/suggestions.  I sure hope this makes a horny read.
If you've got any suggestions for a sequel, or any criticisms, I'd be glad
to hear from you.