My High School Gym Teacher
By Kal Robbins
Edited by Jeremy Ellington
NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a sexually
graphic nature which may not be legal in your area. This story is based on actual events,
although some parts have been fictionalized for entertainment purposes. If you are offended by such themes, stop
reading now.
The first time I ever got fucked was by my PE teacher when I was
in the 8th grade. I had matured a little faster than most of the boys in
my class, so I didn't feel comfortable dressing out for gym. By the time
I was 13, I looked like I was 17 years old below the waist. I already had
a hairy cock and was already at my full length of 8", cut and thick.
Being around other 13-year-old kids, I probably looked like a man from the neck
down! Most of the boys in my gym class only had a little hair growth or
peach fuzz around their cocks, if that. I
felt embarrassed about it, thinking that there was something wrong with me,
knowing that I was more ‘developed than 95% of the guys in my gym class.
I was always making up excuses not to dress out. It wasn't until a guy named Danny came to our school who looked just like me when he stripped off. The only difference was he had blond-brown cock hair and I had darker brown cock hair. He was the first one to ever make me feel comfortable about the way I looked. We became very good friends through my freshman year of high school.
One time I went to the school nurse and told her that I’d had a
kidney operation and that I should take it easy in gym. I figured that
would get me out of changing clothes for gym class for a while. She
didn't believe me, and when she asked to see the scar I wouldn't show
her. She went ahead and gave me a pass for that day, but she called my
gym teacher and told him the situation. He in turn called my mother and
told her about it, and she told him to "do whatever it takes” to make me
take gym class! I'll never forget that. Even now when I hear people
use that phrase, I still think about my gym teacher.
I had gym the last period of the day, but even though we would be heading home after class, we were still required to shower before we could leave the school. The gym teacher carried a clipboard along with a stack of towels. After we exited the shower we had to tell him our PE number so he could check us off the list and hand us a towel. It sounds odd, but that was the way they made sure we weren't skipping out of a shower. Now that I look back on it after what happened to me, it's probably so that he could see us boy’s in the nude.
Because the class was at the end of the day, our gym teacher
also took a shower with us. The boy’s shower area was one big, open room
with about 14-16 shower heads in it, and the teacher’s shower was in his
office. I remember that when we showered and were drying off and getting
dressed, we would see him step into his shower and give kind of a yell, as if
he was showering in cold water. I think he did it to grab a little
attention his way. I always liked watching him shower because he had a
nice hairy chest and his cock wasn't bad either. He wasn't as hairy as
some of the adult men in my family, but he was hairy. His chest hair was
soft and I loved to look at it.
That day I was standing in line, not dressed out, and gave him
the pass I got from the nurse. He told me that he didn't believe me and
tore up the gym pass in front of me and all of my friends. I figured,
"Shit I'm in trouble!" He told me to go get dressed for gym and
meet him up in the bleachers. For two weeks I had to change into my gym
clothes in his office, stay with him for the entire period, and do nothing but
exercises as my punishment for trying to skip gym. He made me do sit ups,
push-ups, run the bleacher stairs, run the track, you name it! He also
told me that I was to wait for him in his office and not shower until he was
done doing whatever he needed to do to shut down the gym for the day.
That first day I sat waiting for him, sweaty and un-showered in
his office after class. When he came in, he sat down and he told me that
he had talked to my mother. That scared the crap out me! He told me
that my mother told him to do whatever it took to teach me a lesson. So
with that, he told me to take a shower. I got up to leave his office to
go to the boy’s part of the gym, but he told me to shower right there in his
office.
The shower in his office was a one-man shower (it wasn't small,
but wasn't really big either), and it was right there in the same room next to
his desk. You couldn't see the shower outside the office door when it was
closed. It was just me and him in there by ourselves. He watched me strip
and then step into the shower.
He sat there at his desk and watched me the whole time that I
was in the shower. When I was done and stepped out and started to dry
off, he stood up and started to strip. I got to see that hairy chest and
cock up close. I tried to watch him take his shower as much as I could, but
I didn't want him to notice that I was really interested in seeing what he was
doing. I had already finished drying off and had my street clothes back
on, so I sat there watching him dry off and get dressed. That was all
that happened that night, and he drove me home afterwards.
The next night, same routine. I waited for him in his
office while he closed down the gym for the day. When he came back to his
office he told me to go ahead and get in the shower. When I was in the shower he stripped down and
got under the water with me. He told me that he had errands to run and
that he needed to get me home. So, we showered together. I was
standing there in that small shower with him behind me under the showerhead. I could feel his cock hit my lower back right
above my butt cheeks. When I turned around, I was probably eye level with
his chest. I watched him soap up all that soft chest hair. I didn't want
him to know that I was into guys so I tried to play it cool. It was all I
could do to keep from sprouting a boner right there; I'm sure my cock was
getting thick.
After we showered we were both drying off and he offered to dry
my back. I said okay and he ended up
drying me all the way down to my ass. His touch felt great! He made
me feel that even though he was busting my balls out in the gym with all the exercising
that I was doing, he actually cared about me. The showers that week
really didn't go any further than just a little more touching. By the end
of the week, we were touching each other’s cock and we were both making each other
hard. I have to admit I reached for his cock first. I just liked
the way it felt; ‘heavy’ but soft. I remember playing with the hair around his
cock, there was so much of it. It was nice. I liked touching and
holding his nut sack and was hoping that mine would be like his someday.
I really didn't think there was anything wrong with what we were
doing and looked forward to showering with him. It felt natural. The
following Monday he told me to take my shower after he took one. I was disappointed but I didn't think
anything of it, so I just sat there and watched him take a shower. When
he was done, he got out and changed places with me on the bench. It was his turn to sit and watch me take a
shower. He sat completely nude with a
towel on the bench next to him. He didn't attempt to cover up, get
dressed, nothing; he just sat there butt naked.
When I was done with my shower, he wanted to dry me off. I
figured, no big deal I was used to that from the week before. When he
turned me around so that he could dry my back, he dried me down to my ass and
then started to dry my ass crack and finger my hole. He started to massage
around my hole with his middle finger. It felt good, but it hurt a
little. He kept doing it, inserting his finger a little bit more each
time. The whole time, all I remembered was him whispering to me,
"Just relax; just relax." He kept saying that over and
over. Then all of a sudden, it didn't hurt any more. It was almost
like I became numb all over. I didn’t hear anything else that he said, nothing!
I didn’t comprehend that he was talking to me; all I heard was, "Just
relax; just relax." I figured he was going to do whatever he
wanted. Then he grabbed me by the waist and had me sit down on his
lap. When I started sitting down, I could feel his cock at my ass.
He just kept pulling me down on his lap and I felt his cock slide inside
me. Like I said, I was just numb and just kept relaxing. Then all of
a sudden I was completely down on him. I could feel his pubic hair on my
ass. I felt full, like I needed to take a crap, but couldn't. I'll
be honest with you, it felt nice.
He kind of lifted me up a little bit by the waist and started
moving his hips back and forth. The
deeper he went, the better it felt. I remember that he started to sweat a
little bit because I could feel the wetness on my back. I heard him
breathing a little harder and then he grabbed me and held me in place. I
thought it was my heart beating, but it was his cock pulsing when he came
inside me. I could feel his hairy chest against my back and sat
there on him until his cock went soft and slipped out of me. Then I felt
empty. I felt like I didn't have any control over my bowels. He
told me to stand up and bend over and he cleaned me up. I looked back at
his cock and it was shiny. I didn't know he came in me, but later figured
out that he did. He ended up taking me home and told me not to say
anything to anyone because no one would believe me. He made it a point to
tell me that my mother told him to do whatever it took. So that right
there told me that he had my mother's approval.
The first night when I got home, I locked myself in the
downstairs bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see if I could tell if I
looked any differently than I had any other time. All of a sudden, I felt
this urge to go to the bathroom. I figured my bowels weren't going to
hold and everything was going to "fall out". I stripped off my
clothes as quickly as I could and sat on the toilet. When nothing except
white stuff came out, that's when I knew he’d filled me with his cum.
He fucked me for the next four days after school in his office.
As much as I liked it and enjoyed it, I always wondered if I was
the only one. I wondered if he had ever done this with another boy.
I figured if so, we were lucky boys! Knowing that my note and my lying to
a teacher resulted in my first fuck with a grown man, I would have done it
again, no question!
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Just as a reminder to my readers, this isn’t my story, it’s Kal’s story. Kal is one of my readers who wrote me and told
me he had a few true stories from his youth… I encouraged him to write them
down, I edited them for him, and here you have one of them. The story is 98% + true, I just moved a few
things around and added a teeny bit of flavor.
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and Jeremy Ellington
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