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Fencing Master
By ScottG (mwc502000@yahoo.com)

***

After the lesson was over and the students putting 
their gear away and packing up to go, Mark hung around, 
still in his jacket, with the crotch strap now 
straining against his own basket that seemed even 
fuller than it should be with the cup. Roberts wondered 
if he were the only one with a hard-on, but wasn't sure 
how to find out. (Mm-teen, oral, anal) 

***

The usual warnings apply: If you object to sex between 
adults and teenagers, then go read something else. And 
yes, this is unprotected sex. Don't do it, just enjoy 
reading about it. 

After Mark kissed him on the cheek, Scott Roberts had 
two problems: first, how to respond when the class 
erupted in laughter to see the teacher kissed on the 
cheek by the best looking boy in the 11th grade; and 
second, how to make sure the class couldn't see the 
erection that was rapidly developing. The second was 
easiest, at least for the time being, as long as he 
stayed seated on his stool behind tall desk. 

As for responding, he just gave Mark a look over his 
glasses and said, Keep you passions under control, 
Mark. I know I must be irresistible, but there are 
limits." The class laughed again, Mark sat down and the 
English class began. 

This was homecoming week, with each day dedicated to 
some sort of frivolity and foolishness. Today was 
"inside/out, backwards day" and Mark, who was wearing 
his clothes backwards, had decided to kiss the people 
who he would never, he claimed, kiss in real life, 
including Mr. Roberts. 

The teacher was actually his favorite teacher - funny, 
laid back, with a way of making even literature and 
writing enjoyable. Mr. Roberts was probably about 30, 
blond, with a short goatee, and in good shape from his 
years swimming. He was also the school fencing coach 
and Mark was just getting started in fencing. 

Mark was not only good looking (dark curly hair, 
gorgeous face, wide shoulders, broad chest with 
perpetually hard nipples, flat stomach and a muscular 
ass that drove all the girls (and gay students and 
teachers like Mr. Roberts) absolutely wild. He was 
funny too, and good-natured, as long as no one messed 
with his girlfriend Liz. 

While the class started reading, Scott Roberts 
contemplated what had just occurred. He had always 
found Mark very attractive, but since he made it a rule 
to not get involved with students, he hadn't given him 
much thought, except for a masturbation fantasy now and 
then. The kiss was confusing to him. Was it just a 
lighthearted joke, to see how far he could go to tease 
the teacher, or was there something else behind it, 
something that even Mark might not be really aware of? 

As he was thinking about this and scanning the 
classroom to see that everyone was reading, Mark looked 
up, grinned that incredibly wicked grin, winked and 
blew another kiss. That does it, Roberts thought. We'll 
see where this goes. His erection was pretty much gone 
by now, although a perceptive student could still see 
the outline of his thick cock, and the teacher walked 
slowly around the room. Stopping by Mark's desk, he 
bent down and quietly told Mark to see him after 
school. Mark looked concerned, but nodded and went back 
to reading. 

When the bell rang and the rest of the class left, Mark 
gathered his books into his backpack and perched on the 
corner of his desk. 

"Close the door, Mark, and then come here," the teacher 
directed from the back corner of the room, where he had 
carefully positioned himself before the end of class. 
Mark strolled to the door, closed it and then sauntered 
back to where Mr. Roberts waited. 

"Your actions in class were a bit over the top, Mark," 
Mr. Roberts started, trying to keep his voice steady. 
"You seem to get a kick out of trying to embarrass me. 
I'm don't imagine you enjoy being publicly 
embarrassed." 

Mark grinned. "Nothing has ever really embarrassed me," 
he said, almost smirking, but Roberts detected a 
nervous look in his eyes. 

"Oh really? Nothing?" said the blonde teacher as he 
maneuvered Mark into the corner. 

"Nope. I can handle just about anything. Why? Do you 
think you can embarrass me? Never happen." 

Shoving his face into Mark's, Mr. Roberts said softly, 
"Well, how about this?" Grabbing his hands and holding 
them down at his sides, the teacher pushed Mark back to 
the wall, and kissed him roughly on the mouth. Grinding 
his lips into the luscious red mouth of this gorgeous 
boy, Roberts tried to get his tongue in, but Marks 
teeth were clenched. 

Drawing back for a split second, the teacher rammed his 
body hard into that of the muscular youth, causing him 
to gasp for breath. In went the teacher's tongue, 
searching the hot mouth for the boy's tongue, attacking 
like a snake cerebrates its prey, or an insatiable cock 
raping a resisting ass hole. 

Mark was in shock, or something like it. When the 
teacher began to back him into the corner and come 
closer, Mark began to get an adrenalin rush, like he 
did before a fight. But this was different. There was 
something about being threatened by this man, the two 
of them alone in a locked room, that made him almost 
tremble. The kiss took him totally by surprise. 

Unable to move is hands easily, he tried to resist with 
his mouth until the body slam caught him by surprise. 
The feeling of this man's kiss was nothing like any 
girl kiss he had experienced. It was rough, almost an 
assault, as the tongue forced its way in and the rough 
beard dug into his tender cheeks. And Mark could have 
stopped it. He could have broken free and run away. But 
he didn't. And he didn't know why. He also couldn't 
explain why his cock was getting hard. 

Pulling back from the Mark's face and stepping back, 
the teacher grinned. "So, now that you've had a kiss 
yourself, what do you think?" 

Unsure of himself, Mark stared at the teacher, then 
looked down. "Maybe what I did in class wasn't such a 
good idea." Before he could say more he stopped. As his 
gaze traveled back up, he saw the shape of the 
teacher's big cock swelling along his thigh. 

"So, are we clear on what is and is not proper 
behavior?" asked the teacher, struggling to keep his 
voice steady. 

"Yes, sir," said the boy, looking steadily into the 
teacher's blue eyes. Mr. Roberts looked back for a 
moment, seemed about to say something, but then stepped 
aside. 

"Any time you need another lesson, you know where to 
come," he said with a chuckle, slapping the boy on the 
shoulder as he passed by. Picking up his backpack, Mark 
headed for the door, but stopped and turned as he 
opened the door. 

"Thanks for the help, Mr. Roberts," he said winking, 
his grin as wide as ever. "See you tomorrow." 

*** 

The next Friday was fencing club after school and Mr. 
Roberts was in the fencing salle, the dance classroom 
the rest of the week. The room was long and somewhat 
narrow, with mirrors along both sides and a storage 
room at one end that the teacher used as to change into 
his fencing gear before the students arrived. The room 
was in the far wing of building with the gyms and 
athletic dressing rooms. 

Roberts was dressed except for his jacket, his shaved 
chest and flat stomach bare as he pulled up the 
shoulder straps that held up the tight fencing pants. 
He opened the door to the storage room a crack to see 
if anyone had arrived and there was Mark, grinning and 
leaning against the door frame. 

"It's about time," he teased, pushing his way inside. 
He grabbed his gear from the shelf and turned to head 
back out to the dressing room down the hall. " 

"You'd better have remembered to wear a cup today," the 
teacher remarked, "I don't want anyone getting hurt." 
The boys in the class had been warned to wear a jock 
strap with a hard cup. 

"I'll be well-protected," Mark replied, stopping in 
front of the teacher. "How about you?" he said and 
without warning, he reached down and grabbed the 
teacher's crotch. 

"I hope you are satisfied," Roberts calmly answered as 
the boy's hand felt the hard plastic shell. "Now get 
the hell out of here and get dressed." He might have 
said or done something different, but he could hear the 
other students coming. 

As Mark started to go, he turned back and grinned, 
"Nice pecs. But I bet my nipples are harder than 
yours!" With that he ran out, the other students came 
in, and class started. 

Roberts enjoyed fencing and teaching the footwork, 
parries and attack techniques to the students. When he 
had the students practice hitting him to perfect their 
aim, he often found himself getting an erection, a 
potentially painful affair when wearing a hard cup. 

"Go ahead, hit me harder!" he shouted to Joe, another 
kid Roberts would like to fuck in a couple of years. 
"Again! Do it right this time!" he shouted as his cock 
now filled the cup and was straining against the 
inflexible restraint. I wonder if I can cum like this, 
he thought. 

At sparring time, they paired up and as there weren't 
an even number of students, Mark made sure to be next 
to Mr. Roberts and be his partner. They saluted, donned 
their masks and attacked. The bout was good, Mark was 
fast, but over confident and Roberts got in number of 
good hits, including several that hit his crotch. 

Mark responded in kind, hitting the teacher right in 
the cup, and then was disappointed when there was no 
response. Nothing visible, anyway. Roberts had roaring 
hard-on again, but this only increased his attack. It 
was hot in the room and soon all the fencers were 
dripping with sweat. 

After the lesson was over and the students putting 
their gear away and packing up to go, Mark hung around, 
still in his jacket, with the crotch strap now 
straining against his own basket that seemed even 
fuller than it should be with the cup. Roberts wondered 
if he were the only one with a hard-on, but wasn't sure 
how to find out. 

Soon they were the only ones there and Mark walked into 
the storage room behind the teacher and said, "Can I 
talk to you about something?" 

Before Mr. Roberts could reply, there was a knock at 
the door and Coach Trotter stuck his head in. "Your 
kids look pretty good, Roberts. Looks like they were 
working up a real sweat in here. We just finished up in 
the dressing room, so send anyone in for a shower who 
wants one. You can use the door behind you there," he 
said pointing to a rarely used door at the back of the 
storage room. "It leads directly into the dressing 
room. He nodded and turned to go, then called out, "I'm 
on my way out, so remember to lock up when you leave." 

Roberts turned back to Mark and asked, "So what did you 
want to talk about?" 

"Actually, I wanted to see if you wanted a rematch for 
that last bout, but it's so damned hot in here," Mark 
said as he reached behind to unzip his jacket. 

"Hang on a second," Roberts responded as he closed the 
door, "how about we try it without the jackets?" 

"I'm on," said Mark, "but can you give me a hand with 
this stupid elastic strap? It's gotten tied in a know 
and I can't reach it," he said turning around. The 
strap was tight up his butt crack, and his rounded ass 
cheeks filled his worn jeans. Roberts reach for the 
strap with trembling fingers and started getting the 
knot free. It wasn't really a bad knot, but he wasn't 
going to hurry. 

"God, who tied this?' he asked. Then he pulled it 
tighter, pretending to work on the knot. the elastic 
disappeared into Mark's crack and he grunted. "Sorry," 
said the teacher, "let me work this out." He then took 
the strap and followed it down the butt crack, 
loosening it as he went, and at the same time having a 
glorious feel of this hot ass. Then he stepped in 
closer, still pulling on the strap, and pressed his 
plastic encased hard-on against the boys backside. Mark 
didn't move an inch, unless maybe, just maybe he pushed 
his butt back against the teachers' crotch. 

"That does it," said the teacher, pulling the elastic 
free and Mark turned around without stepping back. They 
were almost nose to nose, and their crotches were 
pressed against one another. 

"Thanks," said the boy with that grin. "But its still 
pretty hot in here." He stepped back, took off the 
jacket and peeled off his shirt. The teacher did 
likewise, leaving on the shoulder straps for his 
fencing pants, but unbuttoning the high waist down to 
where the top of his jock showed. The line of hair 
going down from his navel was wet with sweat and was 
plastered against the flat abdomen. Mark's eyes were 
following his every movement. 

Getting masks and weapons, they saluted, two bare-
chested athletes, ready for a fight that was part 
sport, part sexual dominance. The fighting was fast and 
the thrusts hit their targets again and again. When 
they finally called a halt, took off their masks, and 
shook hands, the teacher pulled the boy toward him 
until they were nose to nose, chest to chest, crotch to 
crotch. 

"You're getting better all the time," he said, dropping 
his weapon and mask to the floor, but still grasping 
the boy's hand. He moved his other hand, still in the 
leather fencing glove, to the boy's back, then down the 
back of his jeans to cup the marvelous globe of his 
butt. "How about that shower?" Roberts asked. 

For a moment the boy stood staring, unsure of what was 
happening, but more excited than ever. When the teacher 
pulled Mark to him, the boy didn't know what to expect, 
if this was some other fencing tradition or if he was 
about to get something he really wanted - a kiss. And 
when the hand went down the back of his jeans (leather 
fingers - god what a turn on!) he knew that is wasn't 
anything to do with fencing protocols. 

"Sure," said Mark, still breathing hard from the match, 
and his voice trembling with excitement. Without 
another word, they stepped apart, gathered their gear, 
and went to the storage room. 

The teacher checked the doors to the room, turned off 
the light, then joined Mark in the storage room. 
Closing the door behind him, he watched the sixteen 
year-old putting his gear on the shelves, his back 
muscles gleaming in the light. He also noticed that the 
boy's jeans were hanging much lower than earlier, the 
entire top band of the jock strap visible. 

This was no accident, Roberts decided as he walked up 
behind Mark and jerked his pants down to his knees and 
slapped his ass. Mark turned, grinned and said, "Okay, 
mother fucker!" then dove at the teacher, both of them 
crashing to the ground laughing and cursing at each 
other. After wrestling for a few minutes, they sat 
back, out of breath and laughing. 

"Here," said the teacher, sticking his foot toward the 
boy, "help me with my shoes and socks. And give me that 
big foot of yours." They removed each other's shoes and 
socks and each found that touching the bare foot of the 
other was more erotic that he imagined. Each then 
pulled off the pants of the other. Mark jumped up and 
reached out a hand to his seated teacher. 

"Shower time," he grinned, pulling the man to his feet. 
The two jock-clad young men started walking together 
through the door and into the dressing room, the 
teachers hand on Mark's shoulder. The boy's hand 
started on the older man's shoulder, but moved down his 
back and onto his firm butt. Now it was the teacher's 
turn to grin. 

The dressing room was dark as they entered, the only 
light coming from the open door behind them. "I'll get 
the light," Roberts said, reaching for the light 
switch. 

"Wait," Mark said, pulling his teacher to around to 
face him in the dim light. "I owe you something," he 
said as he pulled the man toward him. Their lips met, 
tenderly and tentatively at first, then passionately, 
crushing the full lips, tongues dueling, wrapping 
around each other. While the boy's hands were wrapped 
tightly around the man's back, the teacher slipped his 
hands beneath the waist band of the jock strap and 
pushed it down as far as he could. Caressing both butt 
cheeks, taking the lightly haired globes in hand, he 
circled them, pushed them together and finally slipped 
a hand down the sweaty crack. 

When Mark felt the hand in his crack, he was wildly 
excited, but not sure where this was going. He had 
wanted Roberts to touch him, kiss him, and he had 
fantasized about the teacher's cock. But beyond that? 

Neither of them noticed someone standing in the open 
door, nor did they see him slip inside and hide in the 
dark shadows by the lockers. 

Breaking the kiss, he grasped the teacher's jock strap 
on either side and kneeling he rapidly pulled it down, 
releasing the man's massive cock. Mark sat back on his 
heels, and stared. 

Mr. Roberts's cock was almost 10" long, as thick as a 
beer can at the base, swelling out even more toward the 
middle, then tapering at the tip which, although 
impressive on its own, seemed small compared to the 
monstrous size the rest of the shaft. The man's big 
balls hung down, covered in blond hair clipped short 
like the thick straw-colored hair around the base of 
the cock. 

"Like what you see, Mark?" Roberts quietly asked as he 
looked down at the wide-eyed youth. God, he had waited 
for this and it was better than he hoped. "Now that you 
have it, what are you going to do with it?" 

"Can I?" Mark whispered. The teacher nodded and Mark 
reached out his hand and took the rod tenderly, 
stroking it from end to end. His other hand cradled the 
dangling scrotum, gently feeling the heavy balls. The 
boy raised himself up, kneeling with his face only 
inches from the throbbing dick. 

"Go ahead," Roberts murmured. "Breathe on it, touch it 
with your lips, taste it. It's all yours." Mark moved 
his lips closer and kissed the tip, tasting the clear 
pre-cum that was oozing out the piss hole. Scott's 
hands were caressing the boy's curly hair - what he was 
tempted to do was to shove Mark's face into his cock, 
forcing his meat into the boy's hot mouth. But he 
waited as the boy tenderly began to place his lips 
around the cock, exploring with his tongue. He managed 
to get about a third of the way down the huge shaft 
before his jaws began to ache from the size. 

"Use your tongue," the teacher suggested. "Swirl it 
around the tip." As Mark began to wrap his hot tongue 
around the head, Scott Roberts began to moan and shove 
his cock forward. Mark's hands were on the teacher's 
butt and he thrilled to feel the ass cheeks as they 
clinched again and again. "See if you can get more in 
your mouth. I want to feel the back of your throat, I 
want to fuck your sweet mouth," Roberts panted. 

Mark stretched his jaws wider and managed to swallow 
more of the huge dick, but then he began to gag and sat 
back, first staring at the giant cock then looking 
ruefully at his teacher. Roberts reached out his hand 
and pulled the boy up. "Don't worry about it now," he 
said, "there's plenty of time to work on that." As the 
boy stood up, his chest heaving, saliva dripping from 
his chin, his lips more swollen and red than usual, his 
teacher knelt before him. 

Mark's jock-strap was pulled down in the back, but 
still covering his crotch in the front. Mostly covering 
it anyway. The head of his cock was straining at the 
top of the waistband, red and shining. Roberts slowly 
worked the strap down, freeing first the cock, then the 
balls. The cock, seven inches long and thicker than 
some, stayed straight up, slightly curved with the tip 
touching the trail of hair on his flat abdomen just 
below the navel. The mushroom tip was gorgeous, almost 
exaggerated in its size. It glistened, the stretched 
and swollen cap now almost purple. The cock was 
surrounded by a nest of thick dark hair, and the balls 
were swathed in a dark cocoon of fine hair. 

Gently pulling the cock down, Roberts took first the 
head into his mouth, savoring the taste of the boy, 
sucking hard on the full cap. Then he swallowed the 
cock as far as he could, his nose buried in the sweaty, 
almost rank pubic hair. His tongue swirling, he began 
to bob his head up and down. Mark gasped as his cock 
was inhaled and he steadied himself, holding onto his 
teacher's shoulders as he rocked back and forth. 

Scott stopped sucking for a moment, just long enough to 
wet his forefinger. As he went back down on the boy, he 
began to explore Mark's ass crack, his finger working 
its way up and down, massaging the tight sphincter with 
the tip of his finger. Mark's eyes opened wide as the 
finger began to work its way inside. "Wait," he said in 
a breathless, almost strangled voice. 

But the finger continued probing, gently but 
relentlessly inside. The boy found this unnerving and 
uncomfortable, but his cock was the center of his 
attention as he felt himself closer and closer to 
cumming. Then Scott's finger found Mark's prostate and 
Scott shoved the boy's cock deep into his mouth. At the 
back of his throat, he felt something give and the cock 
went further into his throat that he had thought 
possible. 

At that moment, Mark's cock totally engulfed in Scot's 
throat and Scot's finger fiercely stroking the swollen 
prostate, Mark started to cum. He gave a deep groan, 
then a series of short, loud shouts that coincided with 
the massive spurts of semen that shot down the 
teacher's flaming gullet. He leaned heavily on the 
kneeling man's shoulders, the collapsed as the teacher 
slipped the cock from his mouth and caught the boy as 
he fell. He gently lay him on the cement floor and 
smiled watching the heaving chest and still-twitching 
cock that lay across his leg. 

After a moment the teacher stood up, took the boy by 
the hand and helped him up. Mark grinned and said, 
"Holy shit, that was fucking incredible." He looked 
down and saw the teacher's massive erection. "Hey dude, 
we'd better do something about that," he said as he 
took the rock hard cock in his hand and then began to 
kneel. 

Scott pulled Mark back up and pulled him close. "No 
more sucking. Now we get serious," and he took the boy 
by the arm and led him to a pile of wrestling mats in 
the corner. He pushed Mark down on the mats. Mark put 
his hands behind his head and smiled. "What now? 
Whatever it is, I owe you one, so teach me something 
new. Just don't 
hurt me too much" 

Now it was Scott's turn to grin. "Ever had a rim job?" 

"No," said Mark, "I don't even know what it is. I have 
the feeling, though, that I'm about to find out." 

"Okay," Scott answered, "just do what I say and you 
won't be sorry. 
Pull up your legs and hold them with your knees next to 
your ears." Mark reached his hands under his knees and 
pulled up his legs, revealing the red-brown pucker 
between those marvelous mounds of ass-flesh. Scott 
admired for a moment, then bent down, breathing on the 
hair-ringed virgin hole, inhaling the maddening scent 
of boy-ass. He began licking, then probing, his tongue 
pushing into the clenched opening. 

Mark gasped as his teacher's tongue began working his 
hole. Nothing had prepared him for this. He felt his 
cock beginning to harden again as he writhed and began 
to pant with the overwhelming pleasure of having his 
ass eaten. Scott kept on licking, pushing his tongue 
into the now-slimy hole, his nose pushing against the 
low-hanging balls. Then he moved his face out of the 
crack and inserted one finger, then two and began to 
finger fuck the moaning boy. 

Mark's cock was dripping pre-cum onto his sweating 
stomach. The boy was breathing hard, his eyes glazed. 
The eyes opened wide when Scott inserted a third finger 
and began to open up the ass hole even more. He knew 
from experience that for anyone, much less a virgin, to 
take his huge cock, patient preparation was necessary. 

Then he took out the fingers, hooked a thumb on either 
side of the still-tight hole and began to stretch first 
one way, then another until he hoped the hole was 
somewhat relaxed and would stay slightly open. When he 
stopped, however, the hole clamped down as tight as 
ever. 

Scott looked at the boy's face, his dripping cock, and 
heaving chest. Tight hole or not, the teacher thought, 
this was it. He positioned his cock at the swollen 
anus, then leaned over Mark, placing his hands on the 
boy's wide shoulders. "You are about to get fucked," he 
said, "and it is going to hurt. Bad. But if you can 
stay with it, I promise you the best ride of your life. 
Are you sure you want to do this?" 

"Bring it on, Mr. R.," the boy said, "I can take 
anything you've got." 

"Okay," Scott replied. "Then do what I tell you. When 
you feel my dick pushing into your hole, relax and push 
like you are taking a shit. The biggest shit you've 
ever had, believe me." 

"You got it," the boy answered, but the grin wasn't 
there. The teacher began slowly pushing his cock inside 
the tight hole. Mark gritted his teeth and his eyes 
clamped shut. His hole was clenched just as tight. 

"I said relax and push," the teacher commanded, and 
leaning down he took the boy's head in his hand. "Look 
into my eyes. Focus on my eyes. Focus and the pain will 
be bearable." 

The boy opened his eyes and looked into the man's ice-
blue eyes. Focus, he told himself. I can do this. He 
relaxed and began to push, straining against the tip of 
the monster waiting at his tender ass. Sensing a 
loosening of the sphincter, the teacher began pushing. 
The tip slipped in and then the ever-widening shaft 
slowly moved in, stretching the protesting tissue, the 
anal ring ready to tear with the colossal invader. 

Mark screamed. His hands grabbed the teachers upper 
arms. "Stop! Take it out! I can't take it. Please 
stop!" Then he screamed again, but this time, his 
scream was stopped by his teacher's mouth roughly 
kissing, sealing his lips to the boys', his beard 
scraping the boy's tender chin as he raped the mouth 
along with the ass. All the while, he kept moving his 
cock deeper and deeper inside. 

When it was all the way inside, he released the boys' 
mouth. No more screams, but Mark's face was covered 
with sweat, his eyes half closed and his breath coming 
in short pants. He was trembling and pale. His 
previously erect cock has shrunken with the pain and 
was lying in the sticky puddle of pre-cum on his 
stomach. 

"Now relax," Scott said, "the worst is over. From this 
point, pleasure starts." He reached down and began to 
stroke the boy's shriveled cock, smearing the pre-cum 
up and down the shaft. "You take over this," he told 
Mark who began to stroke his dick, amazed that it could 
start to get hard when he was still in so much pain. 

Scott reached down and began to play with Mark's rigid 
nipples, teasing, squeezing, the pinching harder. Mark 
squirmed and Scott leaned over and began to suck on one 
nipple, gently nibbling and pulling with his teeth. He 
then did the other, this time biting harder until the 
boy cried out and began to beat his meat in a frenzy. 

The teacher released the nipple and pushed the boy's 
legs up higher. Bracing himself on the legs, he looked 
down at his dick where he was joined to the boy's 
virgin ass. There was a thin ring of blood around his 
dick, and this increased his barely controlled passion. 
He began to slide his cock back out slowly, then back 
in. Mark gasped again, but kept jerking his cock. 
Fucking slowly at first, Scott increased the speed of 
his thrusts until he was ramming as hard and fast as he 
could, his balls slapping against the boy's ass with 
every thrust. 

When his teacher began to really fuck him, Mark almost 
lost it as the pain returned. It was less this time, 
and mixed with a warm full feeling. Then the pain faded 
and the fullness and pleasure increased. Mark was 
shouting again, this time in an ecstasy of animal 
sexual lust. He madly jacked his cock, pre-cum flying 
as he beat harder as his ass was pounded mercilessly. 

Scott was in a frenzy now, ready to cum, exulting in 
his domination of the beautiful boy. When he came, his 
own hoarse cries echoed the boy's. Mark came as the 
teacher collapsed on top of him, his cock sending out 
jets of hot cum between their heaving chests. They lay 
there, two glistening bodies intertwined on the mats, 
panting for breath in the nearly dark dressing room. 

They rolled apart after a while, the softening but 
still thick cock sliding out, covered in a sheen of cum 
and blood. The teenager raised himself on one elbow. 
"So," he grinned. "How about that shower?" 

The teacher grinned back. "Sure," he answered. "Now we 
really need it." Mark jumped up and reached out a hand 
to Mr. Roberts. As he stood up, the teacher found 
himself face to face the boy. Mark leaned forward, his 
lips open and he kissed the older man, a long tender 
kiss with his arms wrapped around the man. The teacher 
reached his arms around the boy, took an ass cheek in 
each hand, and pulled him closer. They broke the kiss, 
smiled at each other and headed for the showers, arms 
around each other's shoulders. 

With the sound of the showers, they didn't hear the 
door to the dressing room quietly open. Nor did they 
see someone slipping out. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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