Chris laid on the cool gym floor, cum leaking out of his sore asshole. He was so happy. The two men beside him got him so hot! He loved sucking cock, loved taking it in the ass, he loved gay sex! And the sweat! The sweat from the men as they exerted themselves as they fucked Chris. Being submissive is what he loved and hopefully these guys would always be around to dominate him.
Chris could hear the panting of the coach beside him. He wasn't old, but quite a bit older than Chris so he did tire out faster. As Chris thought back a few weeks ago, before he was intimate with coach, his coach seemed so...teacher like. Chris just couldn't see coach ever having sex with a guy or a girl. Teachers always seem like they are so focused on their careers that they don't have a personal life. But now Chris saw coach in a whole new light. He saw him as sexy piece of man meat. Someone who could own him, could give him what he wanted. As a wild animal who now had some outlet to release his sexual tension and he just let loose!
Then there was Adam, on Chris' other side. A few weeks before, Chris would never have thought of Adam as someone sexy, even though he was. Adam and Chris had been friends in elementary school and Adam was always so stuck up. In highschool, he assumed Adam was the same way, but he must have changed a lot. Adam was stronger than Chris and muscled. He may not be as hairy as coach, but he had a demeanor about him that made him seem more experienced than he probably was.
Chris slid his hand over his own erection. He hadn't creamed when getting fucked by Adam, although he had been close. By now, his orgasm had subsided, but he was sure he would shoot before he left the school. Chris extended his arm's out beside him. He felt the two studs beside him. He slid his hands over their bodies until he found their nipples. He groped their muscled chests for a minute before he found their nipples, one on each pec. He pinched them and felt them start to harden. Chris kept up is nipple play almost unaware of what he was doing because his mind was still wandering.
Every guy in school always tried to make all the other guys believe that he was having hardcore sex, that he slept with so many babes and should therefore be admired for it. Sure, a lot of the football jocks did have steady sex with whatever bitch they could get drunk enough to sleep with them, but a lot of the guys that bragged about getting laid were just exaggerating. Chris use to be one of those guys. He would talk big about how he had cum load after load as these two big tittied whores sucked him dry. That had never happened. Chris had had girlfriends, but they wouldn't put out. But things were different now. He was having sex, hot sex! But, he couldn't tell anyone. Oh, the irony! Chris did still have a reputation, and even though being with Adam and coach was amazing, he couldn't risk ruining the reputation he had built up over the years: the jock. Chris also didn't want to get the coach in trouble. I mean, he is a gym teacher and if the principal or any other teacher found out he was having sex with a student, his hairy ass would be fired in a second. As for Adam, he was also a jock and a much more popular jock than Chris. If anyone found out Adam was nailing another guy, than Adam might as well say good bye to his current position of captain of the basketball team. The three men had a good thing going here and Chris didn't want to do anything to ruin it.
The flood lights were still on and most of the gym was still shrouded in a thick darkness. He let his fingers slide away from the men beside him and he placed them on his own stomach. Coach's breathing had become normal again, while Adam's seemed a little more relaxed. Chris was suddenly aware of how cold the gym floor was on his naked body. A small shudder ran over his body.
Suddenly, the three men heard the creak of hinges as the gym doors swung open and hurried footsteps entered the gym. The three bodies tensed up and they held their breath. Chris felt his stomach twist into a knot as the footsteps carried across the gym. He glanced over, trying to pierce the darkness. A tall man was quickly moving across the gym, heading for the far corner. The footsteps finally ceased and Chris saw the man in the gym corner. He heard a latch release and saw a metal door swing out, the back up generators. Chris let out a quiet whimper. If the generators were turned on, then Chris, Adam, and the coach would be found sweaty and stinking of cum in the middle of the gym, butt naked! Chris couldn't deal with that! He felt coach's strong hand grip his forearm.
"We gotta move," coach hissed as quietly as he could. Coach stood up, as quietly as he could. Chris heard Adam rise beside him. Chris followed their lead and stood up slowly. He felt Adam's reassuring hand's touch his back. His fear lessened as he realized Adam was in the same boat. Adam slowly nudged him forward and Chris didn't need any more urging. He slowly headed for the bleachers. In the gym, they had a set of metal bleachers and their was space under them that would be a good hiding place. There was still a possibility that they would be seen, but not a big one. They couldn't leave the gym, or else the squeaky doors would give them away. Chris quickly glanced over at the corner, where the man worked. The man held a flashlight and he could here the man curse every now and again. They two teens reached the bleachers and ducked his head and settled into the space under the bleachers. Adam joined him a second later.
Chris suddenly realized that they were missing someone: coach. He looked around, although he couldn't see a thing because it was even darker under the bleachers. Then, Chris saw coach ease into the space under the bleacher with his two lovers. He heard a rustle of clothes and the pile of fabric being pushed onto his naked lap. Coach is clever, thought Chris. Three sets of clothes would have been a dead give-away.
There was a loud click and the lights flicked back on. Once again, the three men held their breath. Chris heard the metal lid swing back into place and the footsteps, no longer hurried, moving across the gym. Chris watched through the small space between the seats. The man that switched the power back on was another gym teacher. Well, he wasn't an ordinary gym teacher. Coach taught grade 10 and 11 gym, but the man walking across the gym, Mr. Sanders, was a fitness teacher. It was a grade 12 course and a very strict one, too. Every student got to choose their own courses, yet Mr. Sander's class was a little different. You had to have taken grade 9, 10, 11, and 12 physical education. And then, if you got into the course, he could kick you out if he didn't think you were "fitness" material.
Mr.Sanders, as you could have guessed, was hot as fuck! He was a little younger than coach, but just as muscled as coach was, maybe more. He wasn't the kind of guy that builds himself up so much that he looks like a fucking monster with muscles pushing out of everywhere where skin could be seen. No, he had bulked up in perfect proportion. He had a killer smile and was usually shaven clean...on his face, at least. His skin was nicely tanned and Chris had always wondered if it was a whole body tan. Mr. Sander's was wearing a white shirt that clung to his torso and some gray sweatpants that showed off quite a bit of his bulge. His sneakers squeaked against the floor as the strided across the floor at his leisure. He stopped suddenly.
"What the hell?" he muttered, as he started to walk toward the middle of the gym.
Chris' heart started pounding faster. What was Mr. Sander's doing? He reached the middle of the gym and squatted down. He swept his finger's along the floor and brought them to his face. He then sucked on his finger's and said "delicious". Chris' mind raced. It took him a minute for the idea to dawn on him. Cum! But who's cum, Chris had taken both load's. An idea formed in his mind and he moved his hand around and touched his loose asshole. It was damp from cum. While he was laying down on the gym floor, Adam's cum had leaked out of his ass!
Chris shook his head in shock. He then turned his eyes back to Mr. Sander's who was using his fingers to scoop up the last of the cum and licked it off his fingers. Chris thought he should be surprised about Mr. Sander's love for cum, but after his shock about coach and Adam, he started to realize that you can't judge a book by it's cover. I mean, Chris never thought he would crave cock or cum, yet now, he couldn't get enough of either of them.
After Mr.Sanders had sucked the last of the come off his finger's, he stood up. He let his eyes scan the gym, looking for the guy that had blown his load on the floor. Chris, once again, felt the fear of being found. Yet, luck was on his side. Mr.Sander's gaze was nearly at the bleacher's they were hiding under when once again, the power went out and the gym was bathed in darkness. Mr.Sander's swore loudly and his loud footfalls echoed throughout the gym as he headed for the power box again.
"Nows our chance to get out of here," Adam whispered.
"But the doors are going to creak and Mr.Sander's will know that we were in here. He might even come find us!" Chris whispered in response. "He'll find us if we stay here, it was a miracle he didn't see us before," whispered Adam fiercely.
"Would that be so bad?" coach cut in.
Chris hesitated. Would it be so bad? They had seen Mr.Sanders lick up that cum, they saw how he loved it. If he found the three of them, what would he do? He could ruin all their lives by blabbing, but after seeing that he wasn't as straight as they thought, would he join in? Chris really didn't know what to think, but Adam had made up his mind.
"Even if he did want to get it on with us, we can't do it in here. Anyone could walk in and see us, if he gets the power back on. We should get out of here and get to the locker room," Adam whispered quickly.
Without a another word, coach snuck out of the hiding place and headed for the door. Adam followed, and Chris was bringing up the rear, carrying all of their clothes. Coach reached the door and grabbed the handle. He waited until the two teens caught up to him so that they could all leave in one quick motion. The hinges of the door creaked loudly as coach swung the door open. The three studs exited the gym quickly and noiseless. They walked down the hall that they knew off by heart. In a minute the reached the locker room.
Chris saw the coach walk around the gym making sure there was no one else there. He came back and nodded. Good, Chris thought, I've had enough of people finding me in the unaware. Chris walked over to one of the benches and sat down. He let out a small gasp. Since the furnace had turned off when the power went out, the bench was ice cold. Chris tried to sort out which clothes were which, but it was too dark to see because there were no flood lights in the locker room. He dropped the clothes on the floor and leaned back, letting out another gasp as his back touched the cold brick wall.
Adam walked over to Chris and sat down beside him. He moved his hand over and rubbed his hand up and down Chris' thigh. Chris smiled to himself. He could see Adam's thick cock sticking out from his crotch. Wow, Chris thought, even the risk of getting caught didn't soften his manhood. Maybe he liked the possibility of getting caught. Adam stopped rubbing his thigh and just let his hand warm Chris.
Then, once again, the lights flicked back on. Chris saw coach pacing and his head tilted up as the lights came back on. Coach looked at the pile of clothes, yet didn't move toward them. He glanced at the clock on the side wall.
"Leave our clothes here. Lets go take a shower," coach said.
Chris still felt a little nervous. I was uncommon for a teacher to shower in the student's locker room. The teacher's had their own locker room, one that didn't stink of sweat. But maybe why coach likes this one, thought Chris. Or maybe he likes it because it was here that he fucked me for the first time.
Chris and Adam stood up. They headed for the hallway that headed toward the locker room. Coach was about to turn into the room that had all the showerheads when the door to the locker room creaked open and a voice rang out.
"Gus, you still in here?" questioned the voice of Mr.Sanders.
Chris and Adam froze, not wanting to make a sound. Mr.Sanders hadn't entered the room yet, but if he heard someone than he probably would. Chris then comprehended what Mr.Sander's had said. Gus? Gus was the school's repairman, had been for as long as Chris could remember. But why would he be in the locker room? Then coach's words came back to him from this morning, ringing loudly in his mind. The pipes had burst. Gus must have been fixing them and Mr.Sander's must be checking if hes done.
Chris watched as Mr.Sander's entered the locker room. Adam's hand came up and he placed it on my lower back, calming me down. Mr.Sander's eyebrows were raised as he drank in the sight of our naked bodies. His eyes would flick to our faces, then down to our crotchs, to our biceps, then down to our crotchs. I glanced down myself and saw that Adam was semi-hard. I then felt someone else at my back and realized that coach had moved out of the shower room and now stood behind me protectively. Mr.Sander's grey sweatpants now had a little more bulge than they did earlier.
"So who's cum was it that I licked up?" Mr.Sanders asked after a long moment of silence.
"Mine," said Adam, "but it didn't come straight from my cock. It leaked out of Chris' ass after I nailed him."
Chris could have sworn he saw the bulge in Mr.Sander's sweatpants twitch and grow a little more. Mr.Sanders then looked at coach. His gaze was questioning, yet coach stood his ground.
"Newman, how long has this been going on?" asked Sanders.
"Not long enough," he replied.
Mr.Sanders was a little taken aback by this statement, but quickly recovered. He slowly walked toward him until he was standing right in front of the three lovers.
"You're lucky it wasn't someone else who found you. Someone else would have told," said Mr.Sanders.
"And you won't?" Chris asked eagerly.
"No, everyone has something that gets them off and I won't interefere with that," Mr.Sander's said as he turned to leave.
"Wait, Mr.Sanders," Adam said, "why don't you stay? We could always use one more cock."
Mr.Sander's smiled and turned back toward them. Then, in and instance, everything was moving. Adam moved toward Mr.Sander's and pulled his tight white shirt over his head. Coach grabbed Chris ass and gave him a small peck on the cheek, his grin as wide as could be. Adam was wasting no time in undressing Mr.S, and his excitement was clear. Soon, Adam was sliding Mr.S' boxers down, freeing his erection. He was a good size. About as big as Adam, just a little thicker. His whole body was shaven, no hair except on his head. He had pecs and abs, which were amazing, but not overdone.
And then, something even more shocking occured. Adam sunk to his knees in front of Mr.S! Whenever coach, Adam, and himself had gotten together, Adam was always so dominant. Yet there he was, on his knees in front of Mr.S. Adam leaned forward a bit and took the head into his mouth. The head was big and Adam had difficulty keeping his teeth from scraping it. It must be Adam's first time, realized Chris. He could see that Adam was using his tongue a lot because something was swirling around in his mouth. Then he pulled off completely and breather heavily. He started to tongue Mr.S' shaft, his tongue sweeping from the base to the head, to the undershaft. This really got Mr.S' moans moving. Adam, encouraged by Mr.S' moans, started to lick faster until his whole shaft was dripping with saliva. Adam then pushed his cock up and started to suck on his big nuts in his wrinkled sack.
Coach grabbed Chris hand and walked him over to where Adam and Mr.S were getting it on. Coach stood right next to Mr.S and then pushed me to my knees. His big cock pointed right at me and I took no time to admire his endowment, not today. I sunk down halfwat onto his cock. I bounced up and down furiously, my hormones driving me wild. Coach slammed his hands on the side of my head and started to face fuck me. I loved it. His cock entered my throat over and over and coach was groaning. I then tilted my head, to try to get better access, but it didn't work. His cock hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. My hands came up and tried pushing on coach's thighs, but he wouldn't budge.
"Yeah, choke on my meat, bitch," he said.
He held his cock their for a few more seconds before releasing my head. I sucked in fresh air greedily. My throat was throbbing, but so was my cock. I glanced over and saw that Adam was also being face fucked, although he wasn't gagging. He was taking it like a pro. Mr.S then let go of his head. Mr.S was panting loudly and must have been close to cumming. Adam breather heavily and smiled over at me. Then, I glanced up. The two gym teachers were passionately making out. Chris could see that the coach's fingers were in the other coach's asshole, working them over.
"Lets make them blow their load," I said to Adam.
We retook our positions in front of our lovers man meat and started sucking like no tomorrow. I deepthroated coach's huge prick and I heard him gasp and moan, apparently breaking the kiss, but only for a second. I kept going, bobbing faster and faster. I felt one of coach's hands(the other one was buried in Mr.S' ass) on the back of my head and push me further onto his cock. His hips started thrusting and apparently the kiss was broken because he was moaning like crazy now, as wa Mr.S.
"Yeah, you want my load, babe, will its about to come, I hope you faggot mouth can take it!" coach said.
"Fuck, Adam, you're working my dick so good, I have a big drink of milk, try not to choke!" Mr.S said.
Then, nearly at the same time, both teachers arched their backs and came. Coach's cum rocketed out of his man meat, hitting the back of my throat. I started swallowing, my thirst finally quenched. Coach roared from the pleasure while Mr.S just sighed. Coach came down from the high and plopped himself onto the floor, his chest heaving. Mr.S sat beside him.
Adam looked at me, than at my hard cock. I smiled and knew that there was one more cock that needed to be serviced.
That's a good place to stop, I think.