Teacher's Pet

Teacher's PetAt the end of the regular once a week sports afternoon at a local council collection of ovals the sports master asked me to stay behind and clean up the boys change room. It meant I had to wait until the last boy had departed to then sweep and mop the floor, put left behind clothing in a box and rubbish in the bin. Though unwilling I did a respectable job. The master agreed when he inspected the change room.He suggested I might like to shower, change and head home. Because I?d done such a good job he said rather than have cold shower I was welcome on this occasion to use the adjoining teachers change room. Everyone had gone home so there was no one to see this small infringement of the rules. He locked the door of the boys change room and unlocked the door of the second smaller room. Sir lit the pilot light of the gas water heater. He asked me to turn on the hot water tap of one of the two adjoining showers to get the warm water running.I used the bench against the far wall to hand my bag and sports gear. While I had some minor embarrassment about him seeing me naked I wasn?t too concerned, as he?d seen me, and the rest of the boys, naked as a group before. As he placed his gear beside mine sir suggested we share just the one shower to get full benefit of the warm water. As sir stripped I stole a quick look at him. He was about forty, of medium build, with dark curly hair on his chest that spread to a thicker growth around his pubic area. His balls seemed large and heavy in a hanging sac. The pink tip of his knob peeked out from his partially drawn back foreskin, his cock about the same length as mine though thicker and heavier. He let the water run over himself while I stood back and waited. Sir then moved out from under the water and suggested I get wet too. As the water coursed over me he said he?d wash my back for me. While I thought this a bit unusual I accepted his offer as a gesture of kindness from a normally harsh man. He soaped and lathered my back from my şahinbey escort neck to my backside. Sir then told me to part my legs so he could so the job properly. I noticed he knelt behind me while he lathered through the crack of my arse, between my legs, across the back of my balls. It felt nice and, of course, my cock stretched awake, lengthened and hardened until it curved up erect towards my navel. Sir finished the backs of my legs before giving my backside one last rub with his soapy hands.He passed me the soap and commanded me to wash his back. If he noticed the state of my cock he made no comment. I similarly soaped and lathered the back of his body. He parted his legs to accommodate my hands between his legs. My work finished he turned around to take the soap off me. I certainly could not miss the sight of his cock rising thick and hard towards his belly. Sir soaped my chest. He lathered my cock and balls, ran the soap all over my prick. My cock shivered and throbbed in his hands. Again he passed the soap back to me. The bubbles frothed in the hair on his chest. As I soaped his prick I felt the veins running along his thick shaft, felt the tremors pass through his hard meat. He took the soap and put it in the wire dish on the wall. One of his hands massaged my balls, the other ran up and down the length of my throbbing shaft, over the swollen skin of my knob. Just relax and enjoy this he suggested, just let it go. His fist surrounded the circumference of my shaft. He pumped along the length firmly and steadily. His other hand caressed my balls. I felt the surge jolt through my body. My spunk spurted out, splattered over my teacher, splashed over his belly and cock and hands. He placed a hand behind me and drew me to him while he continued to slowly pump my cock, milking the remnants of spunk out of me. I leaned gratefully against him as the aftershocks shuddered through my body. Now do the same to me he commanded. His prick was massively hard in my hand. The engorged veins stood out under the skin. The slit opened at the top of his swollen red knob. His nuts tightened in my other hand. Sir rested his hands on my shoulders. He looked down, watched my soapy hands massage and caress his prick. It did not take long. I felt the muscle in the underside of his shaft begin to throb. His cock seemed to enlarge. He groaned. Copious white gobs of spunk jetted out of his cock and sprayed over my body. His grip tightened on my shoulders. Slowly I milked him dry, the final white tears easing out of his slit over my hands. We showered, dried and got dressed. As we left the change rooms sir admonished me to keep our secret.The next week sir again told me to remain behind and clean the change rooms. Again I passed his inspection and he offered me the use of the teachers private change room. In spite of the possible consequences I accepted his offer. As before he soaped me down in the shower recess and I did the same to him. This time however he insisted we wash the water off each other immediately afterwards.Sir leaned me back against the shower wall and his body completely enveloped mine. His hard erection curved up along his belly, as did mine. He rested the underside of his shaft along mine, gently moving his body so that our cocks rubbed against each other, from the tip of our knobs to the base just above our balls. He slid his fat red knob up and down and over my shaft. It seemed he enjoyed the sensation as we stayed like that for some time. Finally he broke away from me. He knelt on the concrete floor in front of me. His hands caressed my cock and balls. He leant forward. His tongue snaked wetly along the underside of my shaft. It delved at the tip of my knob, laved down the length of my cock to my balls. He sucked them, in turn, into his mouth. Back up my cock he ran his tongue. He sucked my knob into his mouth, stroked it with his tongue. Suddenly he sucked the full length of my shaft into his mouth, slid his mouth down over my prick until my knob was somewhere down his throat, his lips at the base of my cock. His mouth plunged up and down while his hand massaged my nuts. My body shivered and shook. The spunk burst from me into his mouth and throat. He swallowed my load and continued to suck my prick as I came down from my peak, taking the last few onto his tongue. Sir stood in front of me, pressed me down onto my knees, offered me his cock. I tentatively ran my tongue over the clear sticky tear in the slit of his knob. Suck it he commanded as his hands rested on the top of my head. I sucked his knob and part of his shaft into my mouth. He gripped my head and thrust his prick at my mouth. His cock forced its way deeper into my mouth, down into my throat. I gagged on the size of the intrusion. He withdrew slightly, then thrust forward again. Gradually I got used to him. Suck, suck he chanted. And suck I did, deep and hard, just like sir wanted. He continued to thrust his hips forward, to drive his cock into my mouth. My lips felt the heat and tension rise in his cock. The veins bulged along his shaft. His hard meat seemed to swell in my mouth. The muscle along the underside pulsed. He erupted, the sweet mucous burst against the roof of my mouth, splattered down my throat. He continued to thrust into me. I sucked and swallowed fast, but not enough to take all his juice. It ran out of my mouth over his shaft. He subsided. The final sticky drops oozed from his subsiding prick and coated my tongue.He pulled me to my feet, kissed me on the lips, ran his tongue over his own spunk. He felt for my prick standing up already hard again. He clasped me against his body while his hand between us gripped my shaft. With slow hard firm deliberate strokes he masturbated me. The excitement was too much for me. There was no doubt sir knew what he was doing. My cock throbbed and pumped. My spunk spurted over his belly and hands.We showered, dried and dressed. As before he swore me to silence. That was the last time I got to clean the change rooms. For the rest of the year I noticed sir selected other boys for this task.