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I'm your typical high school senior. Dirty blond hair. Blue eyes. About six tall. Definitely athletic.
Walking to the gym wearing the typical outfit, straight-legged jeans and a plain, black t-shirt, I'm on my way to work out like I normally do in the afternoon. As I enter the locker room, I spot Mr. Neely in his office and head over to my locker in the back corner to change. Peeling off my shirt and tossing it on the bench, I look to see my locker open and my gym clothes gone. Confused, I look around for a second and don't see my stuff anywhere.
I hear someone enter the locker room, a familiar voice calling Mr. Neely's name. I look over to see Mr. Carlson, my history teacher, walking into Neely's office, wearing his normal button-down shirt, tie, and dress pants. I see the two teachers meet each other at the doorway, and Carlson nods his head toward me. Suddenly, both of them walk over to me, on either side of the bench.
Both are a little taller than me and a little facial hair and short brown hair. Mr. Carlson's hair is spiked in the middle, however. He also seems fairly serious in comparison to Neely who stands with a smile in his typical blue gym shorts and grey t-shirt. Both are fit though Neely has a little more slender of a build.
"Is something' wrong?" Neely asks me.
"My stuff's gone," I tell him, reaching for my shirt to put it on, feeling uncomfortable.
"I found some clothes left on the bench this morning and put 'em in my office," my gym teacher tells me. "Might be yours."
"Mmm. Probably."
Mr. Carlson doesn't take his eyes off me as I pull my shirt back on and follow Neely into his office. In his office, he points to a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on his desk.
"Yeah. Those are mine. Thanks," I say, reaching toward them.
"Hold on a second. Can I ask you a question?" It's Mr. Carlson this time.
"Yeah. Sure." I turn to face him, with an expecting look.
"It's just Mr. Neely and I were actually gonna work out together for a bit. I
was just wonderin' if you wanted to join us."
Confused, I looked over at Mr. Neely who clearly was waiting for an answer from
me. Hesitantly, I told my history teacher, "I guess. Why not?"
"Cool. I'm just gonna change and we can get to it."
I reached for my clothes again and brought them out to my locker where I once again, began peeling off my shirt when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. Both Carlson and Neely had followed me out of the office. Neely walked away for a minute, and I could hear the sound of him closing the doors to the gym area. Carlson approached me and sat on the bench, taking off his dress shoes and socks.
Again confused, I picked up my clothes and began to walk around to the next aisle of lockers to change when suddenly I nearly walked into Mr. Neely.
"Sorry about that," he said, stepping to the side and leaning against the lockers.
Feeling that him watching me change wasn't really that awkward since he had seen us all doing so on a daily occasion before, I undid my belt and once again, began peeling up my shirt. I could hear Mr. Carlson standing up as I did so and was surprised to feel a hand touch my back as I pulled my shirt over my head. I quickly turned around to see Mr. Carlson with his hand out, his tie off and the top few buttons of his shirt undone.
"What are you doin'?" I asked him nervously.
"Nothin'," he said, innocently. "Just tryin' to make you feel comfortable."
"I'm comfortable as I am. I don't like guys touching' me or anything."
"Just relax," he said to me, reaching toward me again.
I quickly backed away and looked at Mr. Neely who simply watched as a spectator.
When Mr. Carlson saw me looking at Neely, he took his hand back and said, "Don't worry. We're all workin' out together, remember?" He reached over to Neely and, holding him by the shoulder, pulled him closer to him.
"You got a nice body," Carlson told me.
Neely was quick to agree with him and then take a few steps around me.
Nervously, I grabbed my shirt and started putting it back on, but Neely
snatched it out of my hands and put it down on the bench.
"We don't need shirts, do we?" he said to me, his lips only inches from my ear.
Meanwhile, Mr. Carlson walked closer to me and asked, "Have you ever done
anything with a guy before?"
"No." My answer was quick. I didn't like where this was going. Neither of
them said anything in response. Suddenly, I felt something poke me in my lower
back. Both men noticed me jump, and Mr. Carlson took a step closer.
"Don't be so nervous," Mr. Neely said to me. Then, inching closer to my ear, he said, "It's just my cock."
Immediately, I twisted around to face him and backed out from between the two guys.
"Just calm down for a second," Mr. Carlson said. "It's no big deal. We know you're not gay. We just wanted to maybe see if you wanted to mess around."
As I looked down, I saw both men take a step toward me. Mr. Neely straddled the bench while Mr. Carlson stopped in front of me. "Do you wanta give it a shot?" He asked. Seeing my hesitance, he added, "Don't worry. We won't do anything too extreme."
Slowly, I looked down at Mr. Neely who had a hand on his hardened cock while his gaze wandered up and down my body. I looked back at Mr. Carlson who said to me, "You have to have wondered what it would be like." The truth was, I had. Numerous times. I'd never seriously looked for a guy to do something with. I was always afraid to go out and try to find someone, but now I had two attractive guys who had found me.
Before I knew it, I found myself nodding my head.
Both of them smiled immediately. Mr. Neely reached a hand out and gripped my thigh, squeezing, as though in appreciation. I looked down to see that his shorts didn't hide much. I could see the shape of his cock distinctly, larger than mine probably by a little bit, about eight or nine inches long and fairly narrow. I looked down at my own crotch to see that I was noticeably hard too, though it didn't show as much through my jeans.
"I unbuttoned a few for you already," Carlson told me, looking down at his shirt. "Why don't you take care of the rest so that we're on an equal footing?"
Slowly, I reached toward the top of his shirt, hesitantly at first. Then, I used both hands to unbutton his shirt, uncovering a completely hairless chest. His pecs weren't quite as nice as mine, but his abs were in really good shape.
He helped me pull his shirt off the rest of the way, and then he stood there without his shirt on, letting me look at him for a second. Even with the fit waistband of his dress pants, I could see the very top of his boxers.
"It's nice to see three for three on the boxers," Mr. Neely said, startling me. He was looking back and forth between his colleague's now visible boxers, and the top of my own. "Boxers are hot." As though to prove his point, he stood up and asked me to take off his shorts.
Kneeling down, I let my gaze fall to his hard on and then took hold of the top of his shorts and slowly pulled them down, first down around his ass and then pulling them over his cock. As they fell to his ankles and he kicked them off, his purple plaid boxers waved around loosely. Standing back up, I watched as he peeled off his own shirt and moved closer so that his slightly hairy chest touched my arm.
Then, suddenly, he said, "Now I don't think it's fair that I'm the only one in just boxers." He moved first to Mr. Carlson and unbuttoned his pants, and slid his hand between his pants and boxers and grabbed his cock. As he did so, the pants fell, to fully expose him in his blue and white striped boxers. It didn’t look like he was very hard yet, but even now his dick began to stir as he sat on the bench and pulled off his pants.
Then the two turned to face me, looking at my jeans and unbuckled belt. Neely was first to gesture to me to sit down on the bench next to Mr. Carlson. I did so as he sat on the other side and put his hand on my back. As I looked at him, he looked down at my body with his mouth slightly open. In an unprovoked movement, I reached toward him and felt his pecs. As I did so, I felt Mr. Carlson reach down and unbutton and unzip my jeans. I looked back at him for a second and then stood up to face him as he put his hand on my side.
With one leg on either side of the bench, I leaned down and kissed him. Mr. Neely turned toward me, straddling the bench again, and slowly pulled my jeans down to fully reveal my red plaid boxers. He placed a hand on each of my ass cheeks as I broke off my make-out session with Mr. Carlson and then stood up to help me out of my jeans all the way. Once they were off, the two men approached me from either side. Mr. Carlson started to kiss my neck while Neely took my hand and placed it on my history teacher’s crotch. I felt the thick cock begin to react to my touch immediately.
Then suddenly, Mr. Carlson pulled his head away from my neck and told me sit down. I did so, and the two stood in front of me, their hardened cocks covered by thin fabric of their boxers pointing right at me. Leaning forward, I first went to Neely and put my mouth gently against his crotch, kissing his dick through his boxers, while I put a hand on Mr. Carlson’s thigh.
I quickly found my hand sneaking its way up to the waistband of Mr. Carlson’s boxers. A few fingers slipped inside, feeling the trimmed hair around his cock. Then, suddenly, Mr. Neely put one hand on the back of my head and pulled his boxers down over his cock with the other. For a moment, I didn’t know what to do as his giant cock hit me gently in the cheek. Then I began to kiss first just above his cock, slowly moving down to his shaft. With my right hand, I gripped it firmly, stroking it. Then, as Mr. Carlson knelt down in front of me and started feeling my own cock and playing with the waistband of my boxers, I put Neely’s cock in my mouth and sucked it.
Mr. Carlson quickly found the opening in my boxers and helped my dick peek through, kissing the tip of it. Then, Mr. Neely stepped over the bench and lay down on the bench face up. I gripped his boxers and pulled them down to his ankles as Carlson stood up and brought me over to where Neely’s head lay and pulled my boxers down. I then turned to face Neely who took one massive hand and grabbed my cock. I watched as Carlson moved to Neely’s cock and began sucking it. He was now the only one still in his boxers.
A moment later, Neely had begun sucking my cock while Carlson sucked his. I watched Carlson give Neely the blow job. He stopped for a moment to pull his boxers off, throwing them to the side. Then, he turned to me and said, “Why don’t you taste my cock?” He walked around me and then stepped up onto the bench behind Neely’s head and put one hand on the ceiling, the other holding his dick out to me. I quickly started giving him a blow job while Neely sat up and continued on my cock.
With one hand he stroked his own dick.
Suddenly, I felt my body tense as I began shooting a load that I hadn’t seen coming. Neely continued sucking until I pulled back and shot my load on his face. Seeing this, Mr. Carlson, breathing heavily, shot his load into my mouth. I quickly looked down at Neely who was smiling with cum all over his face and was still stroking his dick. Mr. Carlson and I both moved toward him and I gave him a hand job while I kissed him. Carlson meanwhile reached over his shoulders and felt up and down his chest. Together, we managed to get him to shoot his load.
I continued to make out with him until we slowly broke apart and all breathed deeply for a second, looking at each other with smiles.
A few minutes later, we started to gather up our clothes which ended up
strewn across the room. I handed Neely his boxers and watched as he pulled them
on. Boxers are pretty hot, I thought as he did so.
A moment later we all stood in our boxers, holding the rest of our clothes.
There was still some cum left on Neely’s face.
“Now how about the real workout?” Mr. Carlson asked, smirking.
“I think that’s enough for right now,” I said to him, laughing. Then the two of them walked past me.
“We’ll be in here if you want join in round two in a minute,” Mr. Neely called as I watched them go into his office and throw their clothes on the desk.
For a second, I looked down and saw my cock semi-hard already.
Without another moment’s pause I joined them in the office after grabbing two condoms out of the pocket of my jeans.
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