After Class
‘Okay everybody, that’s it. Go and get dressed, and enjoy the weekend!’ Jake said. The entire class sighed, the week was finally over. 33 hours of class were really exhausting, especially when the last one on Friday was P.E. Jake, their teacher, really knew how to motivate them, he was about the only teacher who graded your enthusiasm instead of your athletic achievements. He also did totally different things, after five years of the continuous boredom of playing soccer and basketball his lessons were pleasantly alternative.
Hard matches of handball, somersaults on the trampoline and power training (for the boys) or circus acrobatics (for the girls) were a welcome change… I was wiping the sweat off my back and chest with a towel when Jake asked: ‘Could anyone give me a hand cleaning up the gym, it’ll just take five minutes.’
‘Yeah sure, no problem.’ I said and went back into the gym with him. We lifted the workout benches and put them aside. This gave me the opportunity to feast my eyes on his body. Jake was very nicely built, being a gym teacher and a sport enthusiast. He was also very good looking, broad jaw, a short crop of blond hair and he always showed an adorable smile.
Almost every girl in school agreed that he was a hunk, and it was generally acknowledged that he was a real friendly and charming guy. Even the guys agreed to that. No wonder I felt attracted to him, a sympathetic, handsome single guy.
‘Well, that’s the last of it. Thanks a lot for helping.’ ‘You’re welcome, what’s five minutes after all?’ ‘The power training really does you good, Liam. When you came into my class in September, you were kind of scrawny, but just look at you now.’ I laughed shyly. ‘Well uhm, thank you, sir, I mean, Jake.’
We went back to the locker room, making small talk about what I was going to do that weekend, to find it empty. All the guys had already showered, and there was no sound coming from the adjacent girls’ locker room. I stripped down, grabbed my towel and some soap and headed for the showers.
The hot water ran down my body and steam started to fill the room. As I turned to grab the soap, I saw him coming in, to my big surprise. I had never found it relevant to know whether the gym teachers took a shower after their classes too. I only knew they didn’t join in with the students, but then again, classes were over and why should he wait to freshen himself up? This all went through my head in a split second but my thoughts were cut short by the sight of his beautiful body. Jake was 6.2’, very muscled but not like a bodybuilder. It was way smoother and way hotter!
Dark blond hairs covered his chest, then a hairless six pack and finally a neatly trimmed line of hair from his navel to a nice bush of pubic hair. Underneath was a glorious uncut cock, about 5” of flaccid man meat. He had a pair of balls to start drooling on; big full balls that were slightly hairy.
I quickly turned facing the wall and thought of this really old fat teacher who always wore large flowered gowns. I managed to keep my cock from jumping up, keeping that horrible image in mind, but I had to keep adding gross details to restrain my penis.
‘Ahh, showering is one of the best parts of my day. Just letting the stress flow out of my body. Especially when I’m all sweaty like today. How about you Liam?’
‘Yeah it really feels good.’ I immediately thought off a few other things that could let the stress flow out and feel good. At that point I felt blood pumping down my dick and it slowly but surely started to rise. Stupid body, didn’t it know that there was no use getting an erection over this very hot teacher, it wasn’t like any chances cleared open.
I started vigorously soaping my chest and armpits, hoping to keep his attention to the upper part of my body. But he was already looking down on my now almost erect cock; its full 7” were almost at hand. I turned red and wanted to walk out of the showers, but he blocked my way by putting his hand on my chest. There was little I could do against this big, powerful guy . . . . .
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