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Whatever Mr. Anderson had planned for us, it would have to wait. It was nearly four o’clock and the gym was booked for the high school girls’ basketball team. One of the female teachers was their coach, and she would be up in Coach Miller’s office by now. The girls were arriving, we knew, because we could hear high-pitched giggling coming from their locker room next door. “Well, boys,” Mr. Miller said, looking at his watch, “you’ve been very naughty. You’re in big trouble, you know. But we’re not going to report this to the principal, at least not just yet. You are very lucky that it was Mr. Anderson and I who found you having your circle jerk, and you will find out why tomorrow when we get together again. Now, hit those showers again and get out of here, fast.” We dashed to the stalls, rinsed Big Mitch’s cum off, dried ourselves, dressed, and took off out the door. Ernie, scared shitless as usual, was crying. But Carl was smiling, and so were the other guys. I was scared, but when I saw that they weren’t, I calmed down a bit. Before we got to the corner, and I had to go home a different way from him, I asked Carl why he was smiling. He looked at me and laughed. “Don’t you know nothin’?” he asked. “If they were going to report us, they would have done it immediately. No, they’ve got something else in mind, and I think we’re going to like what they dish out. See you tomorrow.” I walked home slowly. I wished I could be as confident as Carl, but I was still worried. My mom was wild enough when she thought I was just playing hooky from school. If she found out I was caught in a circle jerk in the boys’ locker room with five other guys, she’d ground me for sure! I didn’t even tell Frank. I know he had discovered that I was having boy-to-boy sex, but I couldn’t even tell him. He’d think I was a pervert for sure! It’s hard to believe that only about a week ago, I didn’t even know how to jerk off, or make cum. Now I was about to be branded as a sex pervert and shame my whole family! Though I went to bed early that night, sleep did not come easily. I had dreams about our pictures being in the papers, and about us getting sent to the Boys’ Reform School, and all sorts of stuff. Thoughts about the boys at the Reform School, though, kind of turned me on. I reached down under my covers, put my hands into my pajamas, and felt my soft cock and balls. I played with the short and curlies, and felt that familiar stirring there. How could something that was so much fun, and felt so good, be such a terrible crime? I stopped thinking about it and began jerking off. Tomorrow would bring what tomorrow would bring, and there was no sense in crying over spilt cream! The next day was Thursday, and I was slow getting up. I didn’t want any breakfast, and mom felt my forehead to see if I was sick. I wasn’t, so she made me go to school. I would have gone anyway, I think, but I really hoped that she would make me stay home; make me miss going to the gym after school. I was kind of turned on by the idea of seeing the other guys again, and finding out why they were all so cool about things, but I was scared too. Everything was going so fast. Mr. Anderson didn’t let on that anything had happened, and we didn’t get called to the office. By recess, I was feeling better. Carl and Ernie and I went out the end door and walked over to stand by the soccer field fence. “What do you think they’ll do to us?” asked Ernie, nervously. “Make us write lines, or something?” “Write fuckin’ lines!” snorted Carl. “Not bloody likely! Whatever they’ve got up their sleeves, I think we’re going to enjoy it. Don’t worry so much. If they were gonna tell, they’d have done it already.” The rest of the morning went slowly, and so did the afternoon. By three o’clock, however, I found it was not dread but anticipation that was making the minute hand move so slowly on the clock above Mr. Anderson’s desk. He must have been watching the time, too. He kept looking at his watch, then the clock, then his watch again. Once, I saw him looking at Carl and smiling. Carl smiled right back. When he looked at Ernie or me, we bent our heads. Within minutes of three, we were out the door and on our way to the locker room. The others were already there. The last class of the day was just getting dressed, but I didn’t even take a peek at what they were sporting, nor did I look around the corner to the showers when I heard the water running there. The six of us waited around for the others to leave, and then we put on our shorts and Ts, same as normal, and reported to the gym, same as usual. Coach Miller was there, and he made us do laps, sit ups, and push ups. But after giving the directions, he said, “But go slow today boys. We don’t want you tiring yourselves out, now do we? Gotta save some of that energy for later, don’t we?” He grinned as he said it. By the time we were finished, we were bathed in sweat, and I thought perhaps nothing was going to happen. Just seconds before our time was up, however, Mr. Anderson arrived and sat down on the risers to watch us. He had changed from the suit he wore in class and had on a pair of loose-fitting jogging pants and sneakers. He had a striped T-shirt, a tight one that showed off his muscles. He was in pretty good shape for an old guy. He must have been thirty anyway! As Mr. Miller blew his whistle and ordered us to hit the showers, Mr. Anderson and Mr. Miller both followed us to the locker room. They came in right behind us, and Mr. Miller locked the door, which led back out to the gym. Then he locked the door, which led to the outside. We just stood there, watching as he turned to look at us. “Well,” he said. “Didn’t you hear me? Hit the showers!” We started taking off our gym clothes. Ernie and I bent down, trying to hide ourselves, but Carl and the others stood straight and tall as they dropped their shorts and stripped off their sweaty T-shirts. Carl walked over to the coach. He rubbed his chest and looked him in the eye. “You’re kinda sweaty yourself, coach,” he said. “Why don’t you have a shower with us? You know you want to, don’t you coach?” Coach Miller reached down and patted Carl’s semi-hard cock and balls. “Thanks for the invitation, Carl,” he said. “I just might do that. And Mr. Anderson might join us too, eh, Mr. Anderson?” Mr. Anderson was already sitting on the bench removing his sneakers. He stood and pulled his T-shirt off over his head. Big Mitch stood closest to him, and he reached over and felt the teacher’s hairy chest. Mr. Anderson turned and faced Mitch, and reached down to wrap his hand around the boy’s massive cock. “I’ve been wanting a handful of this ever since I first saw it that time I took you guys to the community pool,” he said. “Remember that day, Mitch? The day you couldn’t find your underwear after swimming? I took it. I used that underwear to remind me of your big boy cock, although I can assure you I’d never forget it! I used to jerk off, thinking about it and smelling your underwear, boy. What do you think of that?” “I think that’s a mighty fine compliment, sir,” said Big Mitch. “But if you like smelling my underwear, why not get a whiff of the real thing? It’s here for you any time you want it.” Mr. Anderson fell to his knees and put both hands on Mitch’s massive cock. He began working it, sliding his thumb over the dry head, and licking at it with his tongue. As the cock began to rise, a pearl of precum appeared at the slit in the middle, and Mr. Anderson licked at it with his tongue. Then he wrapped his lips around Mitch’s cock and began sucking it in. It didn’t take long for his mouth to be filled, and Mitch grabbed him by the hair and began seesawing in and out of his mouth. “Suck it, man,” he said. “Suck that big old boy cock like there’s no tomorrow!” Now, if you think we were all just standing there watching, you’re right! What a sight! There was out teacher, sucking the biggest boy cock we had ever seen. My own little member rose to its full height, and Ernie reached over and began stroking it. I looked down and saw that his was at full mast as well, and I began to work his for him. Bill and Henry, already familiar with each other’s equipment, didn’t take long to get going, and I could see over their heads as they sank to the floor that Mr. Miller and Carl were 69ing it on the bench. As wonderful as the scene before us was, my own growing lust began to absorb all my conscious thoughts, and I turned to jerk Ernie’s cock with a greater degree of passion as he worked mine. He pulled me closer to him, until our hips were touching, and he brought his lips to brush against mine, like a feather caressing my skin. What an adrenaline rush I had at that! I opened my mouth, and he slipped his tongue in, all the while jerking my cock down below. I jerked his, but sucked at his tongue. He began to move it about, in and out, in and out, just as if he were fucking me with it. I sucked harder, and held it in my mouth. I pressed my body into his, as if I was trying to join our bodies together. It was getting harder for us to jerk each other, however, so we separated a bit, and turned our attention to those parts of our bodies that were demanding it. Ernie was panting now, and so was I. He was pushing against me, and I slowly backed up till I was against the wall. He moved closer and closer, until I felt smothered by his body, but still he worked my cock. I was struggling to work his, as my own passion mounted. Finally, he forced me down to the floor and shook his cock free from my hand. He sank to his knees, and then buried his face in my cock and balls, drawing me into his mouth, and sucking me for all he was worth. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Oh, sweet fuck! Oh God, Ernie, oh fuck!” If my mother could hear me now! If my mother could see me now! But I didn’t dwell on that idea very long. I was completely at Ernie’s mercy. The pleasure mounted and mounted, and still he did not finish me. Just when I thought I was going to blow, he would drop my rock hard cock and suck at my balls. Though I enjoyed that too, it was not the same, and the mounting pleasure would subside. Then he would take my cock into his mouth and start again. “Oh,” I moaned again, then “UnnngggghhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH!” as the first of many hot spurts of cum erupted from my cock into his mouth. Ernie kept sucking and sucking, even as my cock softened. “Oh, Ernie. Shit Ernie! Fuck Ernie,” I said, till at last, he stopped. He looked up into my eyes, my cum dripping from the sides of his mouth. He pulled himself up to my face and I reached for his lips, to taste my own cum there. He opened his mouth and I drank of that delicious pool of cum. Then he kissed me again, and held me to him. I knew it was my turn. Didn’t Carl always say turn about was fair play? I slowly pulled back from Ernie’s lips and licked my way down his chest. I licked his little brown nipples and felt them grow harder and harder. I nibbled at them gently with my teeth, and he twisted his body with pleasure. Then he reached his hands to my head and began to push me down towards his waiting cock. He was ready, and I didn’t take long to bring him to his climax. He thrashed about, and my teeth were rough against his cock, but that didn’t seem to bother him. He was face-fucking me now, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. If I had stopped to think about it, I would have been amazed that I could take his whole cock into my mouth and throat - all of it! But who could think at a time like this? I sucked and he fucked, and soon his cum was filling my mouth, eruption after eruption, three, four, five, even six times, till my mouth was full and I had no choice but to swallow or choke. As his thrashing subsided, I swallowed again, and yet again. His cock, soft now, slipped out of my mouth. He pulled me back up to his face, and his lips reached for mine. He searched inside my mouth for his cum, but there was very little of it left to share. I had swallowed almost all of it. He hugged me to him, and I turned, noticing the others in similar huddles around the room. Mr. Anderson and Mitch were spent, feeling each other’s chests with gentle hands. Billy and Henry were finished as well, and were laying there, arms around each other, staring at nothing in particular. The only remaining movement was from Mr. Miller and Carl. Carl was standing, bent over the bench, his elbows resting on it, and his face down low. Mr. Miller was behind him, thrusting and grunting as his cock slipped in and out of Carl’s ass. Coach had his head thrown back, his eyes shut, his mouth stretched out in a tight grin. As he plunged into Carl’s ass and withdrew, over and over, and over again, he made little grunts, like an animal, almost. Carl was grunting too, and heaved his ass up to meet Mr. Miller’s thrusting cock. Then Mr. Miller pulled out and grabbed his cock with his own hand. He held it over Carl’s back and began jerking as fast and as hard as he could. The grunts became more urgent now, and suddenly a shower of thick, white cum exploded from his cock and sprayed over Carl’s back. Spurt after spurt splattered his white skin, till finally Mr. Miller opened his eyes, stopped jerking, and reached down to rub his cum into the boy’s hot skin. When he stepped back, Carl stood up, his stomach covered in cum as well. He had blown his own load even as Mr. Miller was working his ass. Mr. Miller slowly regained his composure and looked around at the rest of us, Mr. Anderson, Big Mitch, Billy, Henry, Ernie, Carl and me. “Well, boys,” he said, “looks like this is the start of something real nice. Don’t you think?” Our smiling faces told our answers.