Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 11:23:06 -0700 (PDT) From: chip ster Subject: teachers-weakenesses-2 Teacher's Weaknesses By chipster071053 DISCLAIMER: If graphic sexual material, especially that involves young teen boys in the company of adults offends you, or is illegal where you reside, then please skip this story. Also remember that safe sex is the only kind of sex to have if you're having sex at all. This story is based on the experiences of a retired teacher who corresponded with me about opportunities not taken. Comments to the author are appreciated at chipster071053@yahoo.com Chapter 2 - Trevor As I mentioned, I'm a retired schoolteacher. In 30 years of teaching, I've only yielded to temptation twice. Probably twice more than I should have, and after my experience with Matt, I swore I'd never do it again. That was before Trevor came along and changed everything. It was about 15 years after Matt had graduated that Trevor came into my life. During those years, I had given up coaching the wrestling team and had become the assistant basketball coach. Our facilities back at that time were considered very modern, although by today's standards they aren't very politically correct. The shower area shared a wall with the coaches' offices and locker room, and had a two-way mirror in one wall so the teachers could monitor the students in the shower. The thought back then was that the students wouldn't be self-conscious about being watched by an adult. A few years ago, the school boarded over the mirror. Probably for the best. Several of the boys started getting into shape for basketball season by working out in the weight room. One afternoon, a couple of weeks before practices were supposed to start, after most of those boys had pretty much left, I looked up and noticed this really good-looking kid still in the shower. I didn't pay too much attention to him, until he turned to face the mirror and I saw he was sporting an incredible 10-inch boner. He was shampooing his hair and had his eyes closed and that pole was sticking straight out. I noticed the substantial length when he turned sideways to get back under the showerhead to rinse the soap off of his head. Trevor was a junior at the time and had transferred into the district at the beginning of that year. About 6'1", 175 lbs, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a thin build showing just slight washboard abs and cute little nipples that always seemed to be erect, hard to miss when he was on the court and his t-shirt was covered with sweat. He had just the slightest patch of hair above the base of his cock but he apparently kept trimmed away from his balls. Watching the water and soapsuds cascade off of his body started to get me hard. I sure was glad I was the last one in the office that afternoon. While I watched this hot young kid, he did what I had hoped he'd do, but not expected to see. He started soaping up his crotch with the shampoo and jacking that huge circumcised cock. He flexed his knees just slightly as he slowly ran his right hand up and down the shaft, his left hand cupping his balls and occasionally making more lather. His eyes closed and his head went back slightly into the spray of the water nozzle. He began to pump faster and his mouth opened slightly. All of a sudden his knees went wobbly, his head jerked forward and I saw a thick white rope of jism shoot from the end of his cock and out onto the shower floor. Several more strands followed as Trevor fell back against the wall, dropping his hands and letting his cock throb as little jets of white spurted out. I was rock solid inside my pants and I was afraid I would start making a little wet spot on the front of them. The lights in the office were dim, so I knew Trevor didn't know I was in the office, let alone watching his fantastic show. I practically ripped my pants open and jerked off, pounding on my own hard 7-inches until I shot a quick load onto the paper desk mat in front of me. Jacking off in the office was something I'd never done before. I quickly tucked myself back into my slacks, tore the top sheet off of the desk mat before it had a chance to soak through and wadded it up. I didn't put it in the wastebasket. I later shoved it into a trash barrel near the student parking lot as I left school. I watched Trevor as he remained propped up against the wall for a couple of minutes, occasionally taking one hand and slowly pumping on his cock. I saw him shutter once while he did it; must have been a post-climax spasm. Finally, he stood, rinsed himself off and turned off the shower. I watched him walk toward the door to the locker room and admired his small, tight ass as he grabbed a towel from the stack beside the door and started to wrap it around his waist. I left the coaches' office through the door to the hallway rather than going through the boys' locker room, but stayed in the area where I could see Trevor leaving the gym. When he came out, he started walking towards me and I spoke to him, telling him of my pleasure with his performance on the court, thinking about my pleasure from his performance off the court, too. He grinned at me and I gave him a pat on the back as he walked on. I wished at the moment my pat had been on that tight ass inside his jeans. That night, you can bet I got my rocks off a few times replaying that scene in my imagination. And I also swore again to myself that nothing more would become of it. A couple of weeks later, it happened again. I had been staying late in hopes of a repeat performance, but Trevor had been leaving with the rest of the team. That night, I noticed he had gone to the weight room with a couple of the other guys and had stayed after they had left. This time, though I saw him starting to jack himself off in the locker room before he ever got to the shower. By the time he was in there with the water running, he was already at full mast and looked about ready to shoot. I was alone in the office again, and this time I had been wearing athletic shorts, which I quickly dropped to my ankles and pulled by hardening cock out of the jock strap I had on. As I watched this young Adonis pull on his meat, I was matching him stroke-for-stroke. When he shot his load, I did, too, this time onto the tile floor of the office. I dropped my butt back onto the desk behind me to steady myself and watched Trevor lean back against the wall again, slowly playing with himself as he came down from an orgasmic high. As he left the shower area, I picked up a wet towel from the coaches' hamper and quickly mopped up the floor, hoping the custodian would be using a wet mop that night. This time, I took a quick shower of my own, dressed, and waited until I knew Trevor had left before leaving. Again that night, I used what I had seen as stimulus to cum more than once in the shower at home. The thought of that wonderful young boy and what he was doing to his body began to stay with me almost constantly, especially when I was out on the court coaching him and his teammates. I eventually had to start wearing a cup inside my jock to try and prevent my swelling member from showing badly and kept away from Trevor in practices as much as I could without being obvious. It had been a month since our mutual jack-off session, his in the shower, mine watching from the office, and I was beginning to give up hope I would see it again. Several times Trevor stayed behind in the weight room, but each of those times his teammates showered with him and they left together. I watched all of their young bodies as they paraded by my window to the shower, but none turned me on the way Trevor did. Just the slight wiggle in his butt when he walked across the shower was enough to get me hard, although with that many other students in the locker room, it wasn't safe for me to do anything about it. On a few of those occasions, at least one of the other coaches was in the office with me, and I found it hard to keep my eyes from drifting over to that window to view the marvelous twinks, especially Trevor, parading by. Finally, on a Friday afternoon following a pep rally when we didn't have a practice scheduled because of the game the following night, I walked by the weight room and noticed the light was on. Normally, the team members don't work out when we don't have a practice, but I noticed that there were a few boys in there. I started to open the door to go in when I noticed through the window that something wasn't normal. Two of the boys were naked. One of them was Trevor. Trevor was laying back on the weight bench, with one of his teammates bent over, Trevor's cock in his mouth. The other boys were gathered around, shorts either pulled down or cocks coming out from pant legs as his other teammates jacked off watching Trevor getting blown. I must have gotten there to watch late, because just seconds after I had realized what I was watching, I heard a loud groan through the door and the boy on Trevor's cock pulled off just in time for Trevor to shoot high into the air, the strands falling back down onto his stomach and chest. Almost as rapidly, the other boys began to ejaculate, sending their spunk onto Trevor. The boy who had been sucking Trevor jacked quickly, then straddled the bench and shot his load onto Trevor's face. I stood in amazement at what I had just seen, then realized that if I didn't get moving they might just catch me. I wish I had been thinking a little differently at that moment; I should have caught them. I went back up to my office and a few minutes later, I saw them coming into the locker room. They were all dressed out, and Trevor's shirt was clinging to his chest with wet spots all over it. I could guess where those wet spots came from. They all stripped down and headed for the showers, and as I watched, they cleaned themselves up. No hanky-panky, no nothing. Just a bunch of basketball jocks showering. But I knew their secret. I wasn't sure what I was going to do about it. I swore I'd never do anything like that with a student again, but the following Monday, after the team won "the big game," Trevor was the last one in the locker room again, and I just knew he was going to put on a show for me, even if he didn't know it. And I was sure right about it. I ran to the office just in time to see the boy I was beginning to lust after come into the shower. He was sporting his usual hard-on, only I noticed before he started the shower that there was a thin strand of pre-cum beginning to ooze down from the tip of his cock. As the water hit his body, I saw the drop wash away as he reached for some soap. I watched as he lathered himself up, occasionally giving his cock a tug, then he let the water run over his body to rinse. He turned away from me and I saw streams of water running down his spine, draining between the cheeks of his buttocks before it ran down onto the tile floor and into the drain. I prepared myself for what I hoped would be some excitement. My pants were down below my knees and I sat back on the edge of the desk, my pecker in my hand ready for the moment when we could beat off together. It wasn't long before we were jacking in sync, him in the shower and me watching through the window. He went through his usual routine and just as I watched him erupt, I shot a stream out across the room, a glob of white goo landing on the wall just below the window. I closed my eyes for a moment to savor the feeling, and that's when I made two mistakes. Before I could pull myself together, I opened my eyes and realized I was staring into Trevor's face. He was naked, dripping water onto the floor, a towel in his hand. I had forgotten to close the door from the office into the locker room. I had also not opened my eyes to make sure where Trevor was. And now I was standing there with my cock in my hand, cum dripping off my fingers and down onto the floor. The kid had a shit-eating grin on his face. I knew I had just been caught and I didn't know how I was going to get out of it, either. But Trevor sure did. He walked over and stood in front of me, put the towel on the floor and dropped to his knees. His tongue flew out and started taking the cum from my fingers. He pulled my hand away and took each of them into his mouth to suck my jism from them, then he cleaned my cock for me. Without a word between us, he finished up, stood, then planted a big, wet kiss on me. His tongue slipped between my lips and I could taste my own cum on it. I pushed my tongue back and we kissed passionately for what seemed hours, but probably only lasted a minute or two. When he pulled away, he turned and left the office without another word. I was too stunned to move. I watched through the open door, my pants still around my ankles, as Trevor pulled on his clothes and left. As he walked out of the locker room, he turned and blew me a kiss. I finally realized I was naked from the waist down and bent over to pull up my pants. My cock was rock solid again. I grabbed the towel Trevor had left at my feet and cleaned up what mess there was left on the floor and the wall under the window, and tried to pull myself together. As I left the locker room, I hoped I looked composed. I felt terrified. What was going to happen now that Trevor had found me out, and more importantly, had sex with me. That night, I was worried about what was going to happen. Of course, he knew what I had been doing, but I didn't know if he knew I had been watching him. All of that worry was resolved when the phone rang. "Coach," said the voice on the other end of the line. "Yes." "This is Trevor. I'm sorry I walked in on you this afternoon at school. I really had no business doing that, but I saw the door open and wondered who was still there," said a sheepish voice. "So am I, Trevor. I hope you won't mention this incident to anyone, please," I said, trying not to sound like I was pleading. "No problem. To tell you the truth, I was doing the same thing in the shower," he said, with a little chuckle. I guess he thought his confession might defuse the situation. For some reason I still don't understand, I said, "I know. I was watching you." "You were what? Is that why you were jerking off?" Now it was my turn to be sheepish. "Yes, Trevor, I saw you getting off in the shower and it got me going, too." "Wow! I never thought anyone would be watching me. That's cool!" Trevor was getting excited, too. "How about we just forget it happened, OK, Trevor? I promise I won't watch you anymore and you won't mention this to anyone, OK?" I asked the youth. "Are you kidding? I want you to keep watching me if you want to. In fact, if you want to come into the shower and watch me sometime, I'd REALLY like that," Trevor said. I was dumbfounded. "Are you sure? That's not something a teacher really ought to do, you know." "Sure, I'm sure. I've always wanted to make it with an older guy and I have to tell you, Coach, I think you're hot stuff. When I saw you with your cock in your hand this afternoon, I knew I wanted it, and it was really good, too!" He was being really forward with me. I got scared again, and my cautious side came out. "Trevor, I think that might be a wonderful idea for some time in the future, but not right now, and not while I'm your teacher. We probably ought to break this off before it goes any further and gets us both in trouble," I told him. "But Coach, I'm not going to tell, and I'm sure you won't. We could have lots of fun together, and your secret will be safe with me!" Now Trevor seemed to be pleading. "I don't know, Trevor. You're already pretty lax with your secrets," I said. "What do you mean?" "Well, for starters, next time you and your friends have an orgy in the weight room, you need to have a spotter watching the door. I saw you all in there last week," I said, not adding that watching him get blown had made me hard. "Oh." And then there was silence. "Trevor, I'm not going to tell anyone about that, either. I guess we'll both have secrets to protect. Let me think about this and we'll talk again later, OK?" "Sure, Coach. And thanks," the boy said hesitantly. With that, our phone conversation ended. I knew I wasn't going to do anything more with the boy. The fear of getting caught and exposed was just too great. Or so I thought. Later that week, I finished up my last class of the day and headed to the coaches' office. There was no practice that afternoon, and I wanted to get a few things to take home to work on. On the way there, I checked the weight room to make sure there were no students there. The lights were off and the door locked. I unlocked it just to check, and the room was empty. I hadn't been in the office but a few minutes, when I heard a knock. The door was already open, and Trevor was standing there, knocking on the frame of the door to get my attention. "Trevor?" "Coach, I just came by to say I'm sorry if I've caused you any problems." "No problems, at least not yet. Don't worry about it, OK?" "OK. I just wanted to come down here and get a shower before I headed out. Some of the guys and I are going out for dinner and I just have to clean up," said Trevor as he turned and went to his locker. As he started taking his clothes off, I noticed he was watching me. I tried to divert my eyes, but they kept coming back to the boy and the beautiful body he was exposing in front of me. When he dropped his jockey shorts and turned toward me, I noticed his tool was standing fully erect. He gave himself a couple of strokes, looked over to see if I was watching, then walked to the showers. His body became framed in the window and I watched as he turned on the shower with one hand and reached for the soap with the other. As he wet himself under the spray, the first place he lathered up was his cock and balls. He began to stroke himself, making sure that he was giving me a good view of what he was doing. I was so hard that my cock was giving me pain as it pressed against my pants, begging for release. Trevor was standing there, slowly beating himself, staring at the window and licking his lips. He knew I was watching. I knew he knew. I was trying to resist the temptation, but without thinking, my hand started rubbing against the bulge in my slacks. I knew if I didn't do something, I was going to have a big wet spot on the front of my kakis, which would be hard to explain as I left the building. I opened my fly and pulled myself out. I started stroking. Trevor must have instinctively known what I would be doing, because he walked closer to the window, displaying his crotch as best he could, and wiggled his finger at the window; at me. He was asking me to join him. I knew I shouldn't. So I did what I shouldn't have done. I tucked myself back into my pants and left the office, walked over to the locker room door and locked it from the inside. Then I went over and locked the door between the gym and the locker room. And I walked to the shower room. "Trevor, come with me. Let's find a more private place to do this." I threw a towel at him and gestured for him to dry off, then I walked into the coaches' office, Trevor trailing behind me. "I didn't want a trail of water leading into this office," I told Trevor as I closed the door behind him. "Why don't you take your shower in there." I pointed to the large shower area just off the office, reserved for staff use. Trevor smiled and walked in, turning on the water. I took my clothes off and joined him in the shower. As I came up beside him, his hand reached out and took hold of my cock. "It's OK for you to touch me, Coach," Trevor said. He took my hand and guided it to his cock. He began to fondle me, tug on me, and he ran his thumb around over the tip of my cock. I had shivers running up and down my spine. I was giving his crotch a good feeling up, too. His cock felt good in my hand. Trevor turned toward me and put his lips on mine. Our mouths touched, then opened slightly and I felt his tongue tentatively push over my lips. The tip of my tongue touched his and he pushed further into my mouth. We began to kiss with passion. He was stroking me harder now, and he pulled away from my mouth for a second to say, "Faster, please!" I obliged. I began to jack him rapidly and felt his cock begin to throb. As we kissed, I began to feel his hot jism splash against my thigh. His hips were bucking and I knew he was cuming all over me. It was enough to send me over the edge, and I shot my load onto his stomach and legs, all of it washing away as the water continued to cover us. "Thanks, Coach. I really want this," Trevor said as he calmed down. "I don't know why I'm doing this, Trevor. It's not something I should be doing and if we get caught I could stand to lose everything," I told him. "I know that, and I'm never going to say anything to anyone about this. I want you again, and again, and again, Coach." "We'll have to find a way to meet so that nobody knows we're together, you know that, don't you?" I asked him. "We'll make it work. Do you want me as much as I want you?" he asked, the look in his eyes pleading with me for an affirmative answer. "Trevor, yes, I do." I felt him practically melt into my arms. He kissed me again, this time very tenderly, lips closed. I pulled him closer and held his naked body against mine. I whispered into his ear, "Trevor, we'll find a way to make it work, I promise you." That was the beginning of a relationship I had with Trevor that lasted almost two years. During that time, he and I figured out a way for us to get together without arousing any suspicions. I became his tutor and mentor. I met his parents and gained their trust, giving Trevor and I many opportunities for us to get together under the guise of schoolwork. We had many learning experiences together, many field trips, many chances to test our knowledge. Since he graduated, we've stayed in touch. We have occasionally met over the years, sometimes to practice what we learned, sometimes only to visit and remember, but I've not discussed writing this story with him yet. Before I write more, I want to get his permission to continue, and then, when I get a chance, I will write about a few of them. Your comments are willingly accepted at chipster071053@yahoo.com. Please keep in mind that this story, while based on the desires of a retired teacher who asked me to write this fantasy for him, is fiction.