Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2002 22:37:49 EST
From: Gocarty@aol.com
Subject: St. Elmo's Fire

Well, the evening hadn't gone as bad as he'd expected. Finally, it was
midnightand the St. Kate's School girls had just been herded out and into
their bus.As a student teacher, Todd Langley was the most junior member of
the St.Elmo faculty. And naturally, he'd gotten stuck being the St. Elmo's
chaperonefor the dance.

Todd was a physical education major. He was working with the coaching
staffand teaching some phys ed classes. Since he was only 20 himself (and
lookedyounger), he had a little trouble keeping the 18-year-old senior guys
inline. He was fairly good-looking and had a great body, but being fairlyshy
and introverted, he tended to get overlooked for everything except
dutypositions. Like chaperoning.

Just as he was about to go over and tell the kid who was DJ'ing to pack itup,
a bunch of the guys came over to him. "Hey, teach, how come we didn'tsee you
dancin' tonight?" That was Joey di Marco, one of Todd's toughestdisciplinary
problems. He and his buddies, Chip Kramer and Tony Valente,were the three
best-looking guys in the senior class - and the three biggestpains in the
butt.

"Just chaperoning. No dancing allowed, I was told."

"Well, hey - those St. Kate bitches are all gone now - who's gonna know?Come
on, let's see you get down. Come on, Hank, put on something funky."

Todd tried to protest, but the music was too loud. The three of them - plusa
few other guys that had stuck around - started dancing. The dance seemedto
consist mostly of a lot of wild gyrating and jumping around. Todd justsmiled
and shook his head - he had no idea how to dance like that.

Joey signaled the DJ to cut off the music. "C'mon, teach. What's the
matter? Can't dance?" He laughed.

"Not really," Todd said. "Time to go, now, anyway. Maybe next time."

"Uh-uh. No way. You're gonna dance one dance with us before we go, gotit?"
The other guys were grinning and nodding. Looked like they had itall
planned. "And not so formal, OK? Take off that jacket."

Todd looked around. No help in sight, and these guys looked like they
meantit. Oh, well, probably better go along with them and get it over
with.Todd started to take off his blazer.

The boys cheered and stomped. "Way to go, teach." "I knew he was a regular
guy."

Joey stepped back up to him - "The tie, too. Let's get real relaxed."
Toddshrugged. He pulled off the tie and opened the throat of his shirt.
"OK,Hank, put on something a little easier to dance to - we're gonna teach
myman here a few steps."

The music started up a little more rhythmic this time, and, as
advertised,Joey and gang taught Todd a few steps. Actually, it wasn't too
bad, oncethey got going. Todd got into the music and even started enjoyed it
a little.It really wasn't so hard. Then he heard Joey again.

"Hey, teach!" He was beginning to hate the sound of that. "Take off
thoseshoes - you can't dance in dress shoes like that. You can't move
right."

No big deal, Todd thought - he bent over and untied the shoes. He hearda
couple of wolf whistles and looked around, thinking one of the girls
mighthave come back in. Not seeing any, he shrugged and kicked off the
shoes.

Joey was right. It was easier in his stocking feet. Those shoes were heavy.

A couple of minutes later, he heard it again. "Hey, teach, you still got
those dress pants on. Get 'em off."

This time, Todd couldn't believe what he heard. His pants? They had tobe
kidding him - pushing him like they always did in class. He just grinnedat
Joey to show he got the joke and kept dancing. But Joey stomped overand
grabbed his arm. "I mean it, teach, baby. Those pants are way too dressyfor
this dance. Get 'em off. You'll dance a lot better that way."

Todd was getting a little nervous. He was the only staff member around,and
these guys were acting weird. What was this 'baby' stuff? He pulledaway and
headed for his jacket. "OK, that's enough. The dance is officiallyover.
Come on, Hank, start packing up."

Suddenly, he was surrounded by a half dozen teenage boys. Joey was
stillgrinning at him. "Come on, teach, don't be a spoilsport. It's all
guyshere. Whatta ya worried about?" He reached out and grabbed Todd's
belt.He gave a little tug. "Come on, teachy. You look stupid dancing in
pantslike that." His eyes narrowed as he jerked on the belt and released
it,leaving Todd shaken and off-balance. "Last chance - take 'em off, or
we'lldo it for you."

Todd decided to try going along, acting like it was no big deal. "OK, OK.If
you want it that bad." He unbuckled the belt, unzipped, and dropped
hispants. The guys all cheered and applauded. Joey grinned, all friendly
again.

Todd picked up the pants and draped them over the chair with his jacket.He
was pretty embarrassed. His shirt tails were long, so he was still
prettywell covered. He just wished he'd gotten into the habit of wearing
boxershorts, like the other faculty members. His briefs made him look like
justanother high school kid.

The guys started to dance, and Todd had to go along. With his muscular
tanlegs, he looked like some kind of Chippendale's dancer. And except for
thelittle flashes of white briefs at the sides he looked like he might
havebeen naked under the shirt. Joey danced around behind him and started
makingthrusting motions with his hips toward Todd's rear end. The other guys
startedlaughing and whistling, but when Todd looked around, Joey was just
dancinglike he always was.

But while he had his head turned, one of the other guys reached out and
grabbeda button on Todd's shirt and popped it off. "Hey, cut it out." Todd
triedto move away, but suddenly another hand darted in and popped another
button.In the dim light, Todd couldn't figure out who it was. He tried
moving casuallyover toward his pants, but every time he did, there were a
bunch of teenageboys between him and the chair. And the buttons kept popping
- within afew minutes, his shirt was hanging completely open in front,
revealing hissmooth tanned pecs with their oversized nipples, his flat belly,
and thebig basket in his skimpy Calvin Kleins.

He tried to get away, but Joey was right there. "Come on, teach. Don'tfight
it. We just want to get a good look at that fine body of yours, OK?Let's
just get this out of the way." Circling around behind, Joey slid theshirt
down his arms and off. "Now, let's just do some slow dancing, OK?That's a
lot easier." He grabbed Todd, and held him against himself, onearm around
his neck, the other around his waist, swaying in time to the music.His arms
were like iron - Todd could barely move, let alone break away.

Todd struggled as he felt Joey's hand slide down over his ass. "Oh,
yeah,teach, baby. This sweet ass of yours is what brought all this on.
Thesebig, round cheeks of yours, bending over on the soccer field, bending
overin the locker room, bending over in the shower. You sure do know how
tobend over, teach."

Joey's hand was running over one cheek, then the other, pressing his
fingersdeep into the crack between them. Finally, Joey slid both hands up to
Todd'swaist, gripped the sides of the briefs, and quickly slid them down and
off.Then he had Todd once more in his iron grip.

Now completely naked, Todd squirmed and wriggled, trying to break away.The
other boys gathered around, staring and commenting as they watched Todd'shot
ass flex and jiggle.

Then, suddenly, Joey let him go and stepped back. Todd found himself
standingin the center of a small open space, surrounded on all sides by
hot-eyedteenage boys. He moved toward the chair where his clothes were lying
- theboys drew back and let him through - slowly - they made him work for
it.As he moved through them, they reached out and felt him, stroking his
ass,his tits, his cock and balls. He had to push them out of the way, but
theydidn't exactly resist. Only the constant hands all over his body. He
glancedback at Joey, who was still standing where they had been dancing -
Todd'sunderpants were tucked in his shirt-pocket, hanging half out like a
boutonniere.

When he reached his clothes, nobody tried to prevent him from putting themon,
but the stroking didn't stop, either. With no underwear and no buttonson his
shirt, it was a little uncomfortable, but he managed to get dresseddespite
all the hands.

As he walked toward the door, they remained crowded close around him,
stillfeeling him up through his clothing. They thrust their hands into the
frontof his shirt and pinched his oversized nipples - grabbed and squeezed
hisbig round buttcheeks through his suit pants - groped his thighs, his
belly,his cock and balls.

Gradually he realized that these boys were laying claim to him. To his
body.That clothes weren't going to be a deterrent any more. They were going
toplay with him whenever and wherever they wanted. They were letting him
knowthat his ass was theirs from now on. His tits were going to be
availablewhenever they wanted.

Back in his room, he took a long, hot shower, trying to wash away all
thephysical memories of the evening. But the image of Joey remained -
stillstanding there with Todd's underwear hanging out of his pocket.