Upon returning home my trip, I spent the rest of the summer working away at my minimum wage job. I would keep in touch with Javier via e-mail. We became good pen pals. Summer went by quickly, and next thing you know, I was back in school for my first semester.
My first semester was a breeze. The classes were extremely easy for myself: Math, English Literature, Chemistry, and History. I breezed by with great marks from my teachers. However, second semester was a little tougher with Algebra, Biology, English Poetry and finally, the dreaded Physical Education. I had to take two gym credits for my diploma. The first was in Grade 9 which was mandatory, however, I had to take one more. I was never really good at sports. I got a decent mark of 80% in Grade 9, but that was a pre-requesite because the teacher gave everybody anything 80% and up if you participated and showed effort. The teacher I got though for Grade 11 phys-ed was a different story.
His name was Mr. Sanders. He was a former war vet from Vietnam. He was built and looked in good shape for a man in his late 40's. He ran the all-guy class that I had signed up for. He never once taught the co-ed classes available. What I found out is that he was a tough teacher. He really drilled into our class. Those who slacked off or didn't show enough effort were heavily deducted. He tended to favour the jocks in the class, and those who weren't good, or "underachieved" in his words, were given stiff marks. He also demanded us to shower everytime after class, and those who thought they could get away without taking one got a surprise. Mr. Sanders would be joining us in the showers as well, as he too also participated in our classes. Maybe this was the only good part of the class. I got a free show of the guys in my class. It was hard trying to keep the hormones in check. Unfortunately this class was bringing my marks down. In the first half of the semester, I was pulling a 60% which didn't sit well with me, if I was going to get into a top university. I decided to confront him on my mark. I showed up and participated in the class and showed as much effort as I could. However, this seemingly wasn't good in his books.
It was after class that I decided to speak to Mr. Sanders. Our class was at the end of the day, and I figured it would be a good time, since it would give me a chance to explain my situation. We finished up class when I had approached and asked to speak to him. He agreed and took me up to the gym office. I walked into the private office for the gym teachers. The office was fairly small, with only a desk, two chairs, and a filing cabinet. Walls covered both sides, with a small window at the back wall, near the ceiling. He sat me down. I started to begin explaining my opinions and thoughts. He listened as I talked away about how I found it unfair, if I was giving a good effort. He replied with the usual rhetoric of not understanding the drills, and not paying attention to how things are done. We went on for a good while. I had asked for an explanation on my mark. He stated that my file was down with his briefcase in the changeroom. I agreed to wait while he went to get my file with my marks. I waited for about five minutes, before he came back with the briefcase and a file in his hands. We both went over the file and he explained thoroughly in each area. I argued a few of the points made, but he always stated "in his opinion". I never could win this fight. It was then that he threw a question that would lead to something I never thought would happen.
He asked me what can I do to show him that I'm willing for a good mark. I responded like any student would, stating that I can start paying attention more, up my effort, and do the drills right. He replied negatively stating that was the usual stuff he heard from students in my position, and asked what can "I" do to show him that I'm willing of a good mark. I started to get the feeling that Mr. Sanders was being suggestive to me doing something with him. I wondered if he was gay. They always said that the jocks and muscle guys were not macho men for ladies. Mr. Sanders did have physique for an older male. He was about 6'0 and he had a very nice chest, which was covered with hair, along with nice arms. He had a brown beard from his chin that connected to his moustache. As for him when he was naked, he had a nice ass, but was very hairy all over, especially in the pubic area. I could say he was maybe 6' as I only saw him naked once. Maybe his only flaw was that he was bald with hair to the sides. I wondered if he was attracted to me in general, or if he did this with every male student in his class, putting it out there to them to see their reaction. My mind was in confusion. I didn't know what to do or say. Then out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse. From underneath the bottom of the desk, I could make out Mr. Sanders' shorts. Poking from it, was his hard-on. Or was it? My mind was questioning everything. Was he gay? Was he curious? Was he thinking of somebody else? I didn't know what to do. Finally, I decided to take one of the biggest risks I ever took in high school.
I got up from the chair and turned to the door. I told him that I guess that I'd work harder to get my marks up. I locked the door to the room. I turned around and probably said one of the cheeziest things ever in my life. I told him that in addition to me working harder to get my marks up, that I'd also need some after school assistance. I walked towards his arm chair. His hard-on was in full view. He stared me in the eyes. My eyes couldn't stop staring at his bulge through his shorts. The bell rang for the end of the day. He then asked what I was staring at. I told him that I was thinking of a ways to get my marks up. He replied sternly, saying to not think and DO what need to be done. It was then that I got on my knees. Mr. Sanders kept staring at me. It was then that I reached for his athletic shorts and pulled them down, exposing his hard cock. It must have been an 8' hard-on from what I could see. I grabbed it and started to stroke it. I could smell and taste the salty sweat from his body, around his cock. Still Mr. Sanders kept staring at me. I then engulfed his cock head into my mouth, sucking on it, before going down on his shaft. It was then when I looked up, that I saw him close his eyes. I started to bob up and down. The hairs on his cock, tickled the top of my mouth and my tongue. I worked his cock slow, before picking up the pace. I started to hear his breathing getting deeper. I knew he was enjoying it. I started to feel his hand rub my head and push me down further on his cock. I took all I could into my mouth. It was a gross feeling smelling and tasting the sweat, but at the same time I was thinking, maybe this was what he meant about me showing what "I" needed to do to get a good mark.
Soon I lifted my head from him. I figured I'd show my goods to him. I took my shirt off, and slid down my shorts and underwear. I exposed my naked body to him. Mr. Sanders grabbed me, kissing all around my belly button, pushing me back on the desk. He soon got to my already hard cock, which he kissed and soon engulfed sucking me hard. However, he didn't stay on that area. He soon laid me out on the desk, and raised my ass up. I think I knew what he was going for. I don't think the fact that I was sweaty bothered him either as he started to lick my hole. I felt the bristles of his beard against my ass. It made me giggle a little. He continued licking my hole, spitting time to time. Finally he licked his fingers, using the spit as lubricant, and started to finger my hole. I let him know he was doing a job, by moaning here and there. Mr. Sanders moved quickly to the desk drawer, grabbing some vaseline out from a first aid kit. He soon smeared some on and inside my hole, before smearing it all over his cock. He took of his shirt and slid off his shorts, and spread my legs wide, with my ass in the air. Slowly, he probed my hole, before sliding his cock all the way in. It seemed he liked it rough, because as he slowly pulled out, he forcefully pushed back in. Though painful, it definitely got me off. His powerful thrusts sent waves through my body. I moaned in pleasure, grabbing the other end of the desk behind me. I considered Mr. Sanders my first fucking from a bear, since he was covered with hair from his chest to his legs.
Soon he pulled me up off the desk, and turned me around to fuck me doggy. He seemed a little more harder fucking me in this position, and made it fast as well. I moaned more, trying to control my moans, in fear of someone outside the door. Mr. Sanders breathing got heavier and he too started to moan. While he was fucking me, I asked if I was being a good student, to which I got no reply. Suprisingly through this all, I was holding my cum in for a good long while. I think I was controlling myself a little more. It wasn't long before Mr. Sanders pulled, and told me to come here. He turned me around and started to jerk his cock off. I knew he was going to come. I took his whole cock in my mouth, and sucked him off. He instantly came into my mouth, letting out a loud moan. I grabbed his asscheeks, holding his cock in my mouth as I tasted his bitter salty cum. It pulsed in my mouth everytime he came.
We both started to get dressed again. Mr. Sanders instructed me to go to the showers immediately. He never said anything about what happened. I didn't even want to mention anything. He had this serious look on his face the whole time. I didn't know whether to think I was in trouble or if he enjoyed what just happened. I went down to the showers. The change room was empty as the class left for the end of the day. The janitor was just finishing cleaning up the changeroom. I waited till he left and started to undress and went to the showers. I heard the changeroom door open. I started my shower, just thinking it was the janitor coming back to grab something he forgot. As the water beaded down on me, I began soaking down my body. As I began washing myself down with the soap available, I felt two hands clasp around my stomach area. It was Mr. Sanders. I felt the hairyness from his body against mine, with his cock pressing against my asscheeks. I felt his mouth and lips start to nibble against my neck. He certainly knew how to get me going again, as I started getting hard again. His hands eventually started to stroke my cock again, and he started to kiss the back of my neck and shoulders. Eventually I felt the bristles of his beard trail down my back right down to ass again. I stuck my ass out to feel him eventually spreading my cheeks and tonguing my hole again. I sighed and moaned for him to show him he was doing a good job again. I asked him what if someone came in. He responded saying that the changeroom doors were locked. He tongued my hole, before lathering his hard cock up with soap to use as a lubricant. He soaped his fingers, and fingered my hole to get some of the lubrication in my ass going. Soon he slid his cock, and swooped right in my hole automatically. He gave me the pleasure of a reach around while he fucked me. We went at it for a while, trading moans back and forth. It wasn't long before I came, shooting it against the shower wall. Soon, he pulled out, and I heard him moan, shooting his cum against my ass.
We washed ourselves off in the shower, before heading back to the change
room to get dressed. Or so we thought. We ended up drying each other off, before I started to play with his cock again. Immediately, he got hard again. I laid him down on the bench, and started to stroke and fondle his cock, before once again sucking him off. He asked if he could eat me out again. It seemed this was his thing with me. I got ontop of him in the 69 position, and started to suck him again, while he tongued my hole. I don't know what it was about my ass that got Mr. Sanders wanting to eat me out. The quivers from his tongue on my hole sent waves through my body, that only got me excited again, and soon I was semi-hard again. I sucked his cock, bobbing up and down. We went at it a good while before we had to stop as we got carried away with time. We put on our clothes and Mr. Sanders said goodbye and that we'd see each other for another after school lesson sometime next week. I ended up getting home just before my mom got home from work.
Sure enough, the next few weeks, me and Mr. Sanders were seeing each other once a week after school. He set up a schedule, and basically I followed it. It was mostly Thursday and Fridays after school that we'd be seeing each other. We kept it very secretive. I think he never wanted the attention from it anyways. I figured he was a closet gay. We'd continue our flings throughout the year. The sex got a little intense. I remember one time he was fucking me, and he kept moving the office desk with every thrust. It was near the end of May though, that Mr. Sanders had a little surprise for me. I'll continue this in the second part of this chapter.