Hey to all Nifty readers
Well this is the last part in my fun with my phys. ed teacher, Mr. Sanders. There was only one last memorable experience. It involved myself, Jonathan, Mr. Sanders and a friend of his. This is a revised copy of the story, as the original I felt had an unnecessary part in it that I don't think you or my friend Jonathan would like to know!!!
The summer kicked in, and I managed to get a job working at a local grocery store in my neighbourhood. The job I worked at was something for me to start saving money for school and another possible vacation. Me and Jonathan hung out together during the summer. He worked at a local ice cream shop a couple of blocks down from the grocery. We'd hang out and just talk. I started to get a liking to Jonathan, but I never knew if he had those strong feelings that I had. We were hanging out one day on break, when out of the blue, Mr. Sanders came walking by. We both acknowledged him. He asked how our summers were going, and how are marks were. We both knew that we got a mark out of the blue just for our services to him. We both earned 85% in his class. Sanders however gave us bad news. He had left the school to teach at another school in a major city, cross state. He asked if we'd want to join him in a going-away party. Both me and Jonathan agreed. We were to meet Sanders on Saturday night at his place. We figured we were in store for some double fun with Mr. Sanders. Instead we got a surprise.
It was a late summer evening, and I had just finished my shift. I met up with Jonathan at the parlour, and we left to Sanders' house. Earlier, I told my mom that I was hanging out with Jonathan, but by then she trusted me to be out late. We got to Sanders' house and we noticed two cars, and a U-Haul van parked out front, indicating Sanders was real about the move. We rang the door bell, and Sanders opened the door. He led both me and Jonathan inside. Boxes were piled in the hallway with markings. He led us to his living room, where another fairly older male was sitting on the couch. This was when were introduced to Grant.
Me and Jonathan made ourselves comfortable, while Sanders went to fetch us both a beer which was offered. We engaged in small conversation, exchanging in introductories. The gentleman's name was Grant. Grant was Sanders war buddy, and a good friend. Apparently they fought in the same platoon together. They had been good friends, and Grant came down to help Sanders with his move. Grant didn't seem to be a soldier from his looks. He had a small athletic physique to him. He had brown curly hair, with a chinstrap beard that was coarse on his chin and moustache area, but fairly light connecting to his sideburns. We figured he was hairy, judging from his arms and his legs. He was wearing a t-shirt, and khaki shorts. Sanders returned with our beers and we all sat around, drinking and having small conversation.
After another round of beers, Sanders piped up about both myself and Jonathan being his "gifted" students. We knew in what respects, but whether Grant knew was another story. I figured though he had caught on as he nodded, chuckling and smiling with a wry grin to both me and Jonathan. Sanders lauded our hard work, and then asked us if we'd like to show his friend how all the hard work had paid off. I thought this was a cheesy way of asking me and Jonathan to have sex, but we played along. Before me and Jonathan could decide on a partner, Sanders advised us to go to the bedroom upstairs. Apparently he had a going away present for us.
Both me and Jonathan ventured upstairs to Sanders' bedroom. Laying on the bed for us was a red and blue jockstrap-like underwear. Me and Jonathan undressed, and I decided to go with the blue, while Jonathan went with the red. The underwear was reminiscent to the ones I had worn in Cuba. It left our ass exposed, with our goods stored away. Me and Jonathan decided on choosing partners. I agreed to take the new guy Grant, as Jonathan was a little hesistant, and would rather have had Sanders since he was used to him.
We ventured downstairs, but noticed that our guests had disappeared from the living room. We wondered where they were, but heard a call from the basement. We ventured downstairs to see both Sanders and Grant in leather S&M outfits. Both wore the clasping leather straps that circled their chest areas. Each of them wore leather studded underwear, with a hanging sheath of leather covering the crotch area. The basement was lit by a couple of lightbulbs, that just dimly lit the place. There was a standing board with straps attached in a corner, with a couple of old mattresses on the ground in the middle of the basement floor. There was a tool bench in the corner, which displayed various tools of the S&M trade. I was somewhat intimidated by this, and I could see the goosebumps on Jonathan's body, seeing him clamming up a little. We didn't know what we were in for.
Sanders told us to refer to both him and his friend as "sir". I walked over to Grant, taking the lead, and Jonathan followed by going to Sanders. Sanders asked what we wanted. We responded by saying we wanted cock. Sanders told us not until they warmed us up. Jonathan was led by Sanders to the board. I remember him asking in a shaky voice as to what Sanders was going to do with him. As I watched, Grant asked me to go to the mattress, asking me to get onto all fours. I responded saying "Yes Sir". I watched as Sanders strapped Jonathan to the board, face first, bending Jonathan's ass out. There, he lathered his ass up with a lube, sliding his fingers into Jonathan's hole. Jonathan yelped in pain. I don't know what it was, but it seemed the lube was burning his ass. I could tell Jonathan was crying from the pain, hearing a little sniffle. Sanders then lathered up a set of beads with the lube, and slid them into Jonathan's hole slowly. Jonathan was crying in pain from the burning sensation of the lube. Sanders then tossed the lube to Grant. It was my turn to experience it.
Grant lubed up on my ass, and slid his fingers into my hole. I bit my lip, trying to hold out on the pain. It certainly did burn the insides of my hole. I turned around to see Grant lathering up a large dildo with the lube. He proceeded to slide it into my ass. I let out a moan, trying to think of pleasure rather than the pain it was causing the inside of hole. All the while, Jonathan had been ball-gagged by Sanders. Sanders in an authorative voice told Jonathan to stop crying and experience the pleasure he was going to get. He then smacked Jonathan's ass numerous times, telling him to stop crying or he wasn't going to get anything. Sanders would then take pleasure beads, lathering them up with the lube and sliding it into Jonathan's ass. Again, Jonathan's cries were muffled by the ball gag.
As for myself, I continued to hold out, moaning with every slide of dildo, but sucking it in to hold back on the pain. It was then that Grant mentioned to Sanders that it looked like I was deserved of some fun since I was being a good boy. Sanders came over, leaving Jonathan tied up, with the beads still in his ass, crying. Sanders congratulated me and said I was rewarding of some fun. Grant stood up, sliding his underwear off, revealing his uncut cock. He had quite a bush of hair behind it and I'd say it was a good seven inches. With lube still on his hands, he quickly lubed up his cock and slid it into my alright lubed ass. It slid in with ease, and I let a moan out. Sanders would slide his underwear off too, leading my face to his cock. Grant would start to fuck my ass, while I began to suck off Sanders. All in the meanwhile, I still heard Jonathan's crying and wimpering. I took all I could of Sanders in my mouth, while his friend pounded my hole. I moaned in pleasure, still fighting off the pain in my ass from the lube. It slowly however started to wear off as Grant continued to fuck me. Sanders then instructed me to show Grant the pleasure he was getting. Grant slipped his cock out of me, and I turned around, and began to suck his cock. The lube had a cinnamon kind of taste to it. Sanders immediately shoved his saliva covered cock into my ass, and proceeded to fuck me. I could smell the sweat in Grant's pubic hairs as I continued to suck him off. Sanders continued pounding my ass, sliding down my jock, giving me the pleasure of a reach-around, while I continued verociously sucking Grant off. All three of our moans filled the air in the basement. It wouldn't be long before I got Grant to cum. He warned me ahead that he was going to cum, and he pulled me away at the last second, jerking his cock and spraying his warm cum all around my mouth. I continued being fucked, with Grant now positioning himself, laying down underneath me. He slid down my I felt his mouth and tongue touch my cock. He started to suck me off, while Sanders continued to fuck. The pleasure was amazing. I found myself starting to fuck Grant's mouth, with every pump of Sanders' cock in my ass. It wasn't long, before I felt myself cumming into Grant's mouth. My orgasm was amazing, and I moaned loudly to make the neighbours hear it. After another five minutes, Sanders finally blew his load, shooting his warm cum in my ass. He asked me then to squeeze out his cum. I agreed, and squeezed my sphincter together. I felt the cum ooze out of my hole, running down my leg.
I began to clean myself with a towel available, while Sanders agreed to check on Jonathan, who still was crying from the pain of the lube. The pain was unbearable and he felt embarassed by this situation. Once unstrapped, he yanked out the ball gag, and ran upstairs crying. All the while, Grant was having a chuckle about this, mocking him. I looked at them both in disgust, and called them assholes. I ran upstairs, following Jonathan. I got upstairs to the bedroom, where Jonathan was still in tears. He had already started to get dressed, not caring. I tried to get in a word, but he was already dressed and leaving the bedroom, not listening to me. I quickly threw on my clothes and ran after him. He had already left through the front door. I followed, not caring of Sanders calling me back from downstairs.
I ran after Jonathan down the street. I managed to catch up with him. I gave him a hug, holding him as he started to cry. I didn't know whether it was the torture or the embarassment, or both that had him this way. I told him to come to my house to get cleaned up. I stopped at a payphone, calling home, however mom wasn't home. We started off to my house, walking the street. All I knew is I wanted him to get to my house to get cleaned up. This night was memorable for the experience I had with Sanders and his friend, but even more for what me and Jonathan would have later on that night. I'll share that in my next entry.