Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2016 23:45:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: Woodshop/Metalshop Woodshop/Medalshop, A short Story Gay Sex - Adult/Youth If you enjoy reading these stories please contribute to Nifty One Friday late afternoon I realized I had forgotten a book that I was going to need to write a report on over the weekend, and so I walked across the street to the school. Seeing the woodshop was open I cut through to get to my locker. I sensed rather than saw or heard them. I turned my head just as I pass them and they were so close I could have reached out and touched them. Mr. Andersen, my Woodshop teacher, was leaning against a counter with his pants and underwear down around his ankles, while Mr. Smart, the Metals teacher, was on his knees sucking Mr. Andersen's dick. What happened next was like a slow motion movie. I kept walking and said, sorry, as both teachers looked at me, and separated. Neither of them said a word, and then I was out and into the hallway. After getting my book I went around the long way to get home. That night as I lay in bed I kept seeing them having oral sex, and especially what I now realized was Mr. Andresen's cock. ln my astonishment at seeing Mr. Smart giving a blowjob I saw, but it did not register, that Mr. Andersen's dick was huge. I kept rerunning the slow motion movie in my head and I realized the dick was so long, and so fat. Monday morning I dreaded going to school. For some reason I felt like I had done something wrong. When woodshop rolled around I reluctantly went. Shop class was normal, and I thought it was behind me, except when Mr. Andersen asked me to stop by after school. I could not even talk, I just nodded my head yes and left. After school. Mr. Andersen was waiting for me. As I walked in I could not help but look over to where I had seen the two teachers together. I also glanced down at Mr. Andersen's crotch. When I made eye contact with him, I was blushing. I was embarrassed to think he knew I had been checking him out and remembering his erection. Mr. Andresen brought up Friday, and asked if I had told anyone. I said no. He then asked if I planned to tell anyone. Again I said no. He finally asked if I would like to see it again. I couldn't speak. I looked at him like he was crazy, and he said he just thought based on my reaction, that I might enjoy watching it happen again, from the beginning and seeing the whole thing. I wanted to cry when I realized I was nodding yes. He said it was nothing to be ashamed of. He said as a teenager I should be curious and it was normal to want to see it happen and understand why he and Mr. Smart enjoyed it so much. He made me promise I'd keep my mouth shut and told me Friday late afternoon when he and Mr. Smart were the only ones left in that wing of the school was the best time to come back. Just as I was leaving he said I surprised them both and Mr. Smart had even called in sick today. During the week I went to shop but hardly talked to anyone during class. Mr. Andersen would look at me and smile like we had a big secret between us, which of course we did, but other than that the class seemed normal. I don't have metal shop, but I did see Mr. Smart once on Wednesday afternoon and he looked away and pretended not to see me. Finally Friday rolls around and I wait until almost six before crossing the street to the school. They were waiting for me. No one said a word until Mr. Andersen looked at Mr. Smart and then down at his own crotch. Mr. Smart asked if he really had to and Mr. Andersen just smiled. I was frozen in place as Mr. Smart knelt and began to unzip Mr. Andersen's pants and then Mr. Smart reached into Mr. Andersen's boxers and pulled out Mr. Andersen's cock. It was not hard, but it was still big. Mr. Smart let the cock rest on the palm of his hand while he kissed it, licked it, rubbed it against his face, suckled the head, and finally started to suck it. It grew as if Mr. Smart was blowing air into it, (I wonder if that is why they call it a blowjob?). I watch it grow and I heard Mr. Andersen telling Mr. Smart things like: "That's it. Oh yes. You do this so well.", and "You are really good at this". "This is why we're here Brian". "You're my cock sucker now, aren't you". I was fascinated. It was amazing to see Mr. Andersen's cock get bigger and bigger and to see Mr. Smart taking more and more into his mouth. When Mr. Smart had taken the whole thing into his mouth and his nose was pressed against Mr. Andersen's groin, Mr. Andersen held the back of Mr. Smart's head and said "Hold it, hold it". Mr. Smart came off the dick gasping for air, and immediately went back onto the cock. Mr. Andersen started to pump his hips and was holding Mr. Smart's head. It was as if he was fucking Mr. Smart, but not in a pussy, but in his mouth. Mr. Andersen was like "oh my goodness Brian, oh shit", and then "Swallow!". He pulled Mr. Smart's face to his crotch, and kept saying "take my Cum" over and over, until he gave what sounded like a nervous laugh, and then he pushed Mr. Smart away. Mr. Smart had a little cum on his chin, but otherwise he had swallowed everything, and Mr. Andersen was breathing hard. I was hard period. Mr. Andersen looked at me and said, "Well?". I asked him if he had been face fucking Mr. Smart. He said just a little, that he sometimes face fucked Mr. Smart until Mr. Smart was gagging on it, but that tonight he did not want to really do a proper job of face fucking Mr. Smart the way he usually did it as it might scare me off. He said having me watch had also made him come really fast. I asked him what he meant by scaring me. He said, "This is shop, you first watch and then you try doing it". It was then I notice Mr. Andersen was already getting hard again. Mr. Smart smiled and whispered into my ear that the second time Mr. Andersen lasted a long, long time. I shook my head no, but Mr. Andersen just reached over grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock, then put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my head down. Mr. Andersen didn't say anything; he was just smiling.