Staying late with Mr. Neely

18 year-old Scott Brennan was walking down the hall his toward the gym on an average friday. School had just ended, and it seemed like he was the only one staying late. His best friend, Brandon, was coming with him to the gym. They often stayed late to hang out in the gym. Shoot some hoops. Or maybe play some soccer.

Scott seemed to be a typical teen to most, but those who had seen him play soccer or basketball knew that he was way above average. He was star player on their basketball team and almost always played midfield or center in soccer. As a sophomore, he was already on the varsity team for soccer and the JV team for basketball. Scott was pretty good lookin too.

He had dirty blond hair and blue eyes. His face looked very mature. A very defined chin and cheekbones. A slight five o'clock shadow. Even an earing. He was about five foot ten inches and had a fairly square build. He was almost always seen wearing shorts or jeans and a T-shirt. He worked out more than most, so he was never embarrassed to take off his shirt in public or anything. Early that year, he had been dared to take off his shirt and pants and ride around town in his boxers, and he gladly did so with a smile.

Today, he wore jeans and a T-shirt. As was common, his jeans hung low around his ass, exposing a few inches of his blue striped boxers.

Brandon was dressed similarly. He also wore sagging jeans, but he had a striped polo on instead of a T-shirt and blue and white plaid boxers instead of blue striped. He had short, dark brown hair, and also possessed very defined features in his face, mainly his chin and cheekbones. He was a little shorter than Scott and had a much more slender build.

As they walked into the locker room, they saw a few people leaving. Within a few minutes, there were only two or three other kids in there. As usual, they stripped off their clothes, until they were in their boxers, and then pulled on some gym shorts. They talked about the normal stuff, sports, girls, etc., while they changed and then sat on one of the benches next to each other.

Before they had pulled their shirts on, they heard the door open and their gym teacher, Mr. Neely, walked into the locker room. He was wearing his usual grey T-shirt and blue gym shorts. He was easily six feet tall, maybe taller. He had very dark brown hair and a little more facial hair than Scott.

Reaching up and putting his hands on the frame of the door, Scott could see about an inch of his stomach as his shirt rose. A little bit of hair, but not too much.

"What are two doin'?" he asked them.

"Just playin' some soccer for a little bit," Scott answered.

"Oh yeah I've seen you guys do that stuff sometimes," Mr. Neely said. "How's the season goin' anyways?" At this point, he walked over to them and took a seat next to Scott on the bench, legs sprawled out to each side. Scott and Brandon sat there without shirts on, their nice abs and pecs lookin' as muscular as ever.

"We're doin' pretty good so far," Scott said, in answer to Mr. Neely's question.

"You guys look like you've been workin' out lately."

"We try," Brandon said.

Mr. Neely then glanced at his office and then back at them. "Do you guys have a minute?" he asked.

"Sure," Scott said. "Why?"

"I just wanted to talk for a minute. Why don't you guys come in my office for a minute?" The two of them pulled on their shirts and got up to follow Mr. Neely into his office. As he shut the door, he said, "I just want a little privacy."

"What did you want?" Scott asked.

"It's just that we have to do those stupid scoliosis exams on all the students. If I do yours now, you won't have to come in during class tomorrow."

"Oh okay," Scott said.

"I usually have just one student in here at a time, but you guys are friends. You've seen each other without your shirts on before."

"Yeah, of course."

"Okay, so why don't you take off your shirt and stand over here, Brandon?" Mr. Neely said.

Nodding, Brandon stripped off his shirt.

"You can give it to me," Mr. Neely said, taking the shirt from him, and putting it on his desk.

Brandon walked over to Mr. Neely and faced toward Scott. The exam was quick as usual. He just looked at his back from a few feet away and asked him to lean down to touch his toes once, and then he was done.

"Okay, Scott, you're next," he said, as Brandon walked passed him with his shirt in hand. When Mr. Neely said that he could leave, Brandon walked out of the office.

Scott's exam was pretty much the same. He took off his shirt and touched his toes and then stood upright. Then, suddenly, he felt Mr. Neely touch his back. Surprised, he jumped a little.

"Relax," Mr. Neely said, placing his palm on Scott's back. "I just need to check to make sure everything's okay."

Relaxing, Scott stood there, as Mr. Neely felt up and down his back. His hand was cold against Scott's bare skin. Mr. Neely asked him to turn around to face him, so he did so. Mr. Neely proceded to put one hand on each of his shoulders, examining them carefully.

"I thought you weren't supposed to touch us," Scott said, feeling uncomfortable.

"Well just don't tell the principal or anything and we're fine," Mr. Neely said.

Suddenly, Neely took his hands off his shoulders and started to feel around his pecs.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked, backing away.

"I'm just giving the exam."

"Well you didn't have to touch Brandon at all," Scott pointed out.

"Look just, turn around for a second so I can just check one for thing. Then you can leave."

Reluctantly, Scott stepped back toward him and turned around. Mr. Neely stood behind him and started to feel around his lower back. Before Scott knew it, Mr. Neely let his hand fall all the way down to reach the waistband of his shorts. When he felt a finger slide inbetween his boxers and his shorts, Scott stepped away and turned around.

"What are you doing?" he asked Neely, his voice growing loud.

"Relax, Scott. You act like you've never been touched before."

"Not by a guy, no," Scott said.

"With a body like yours, I thought you'd be gettin' guys and girls every night."

"What?" Scott asked, shocked. "I'm not gay or anything if that's what you mean."

"Oh come down," Mr. Neely said, walking toward him. "So you're saying you've never wanted to touch a guy or anything ever?"

"Coach, if you're gay, that's cool but I'm really, really not. I like girls. Only girls."

"It's not gay. It's just curiousity." Scott did say anything. "Look, just come here for a second. I'll let you go if you want in a minute." Reluctantly, Scott walked over to him. "You've never even considered experimenting with a guy before?"

Scott had to admit that he had thought about it now and then, but he wasn't gay.

"Scott, you're a good lookin' kid. Just try it out."

At the thought of all this, Scott couldn't help but think about sex. Gradually, he felt his cock growing under his shorts. Before he could hide it, Mr. Neely saw.

"See?" he said. "You're gettin' turned on by the idea already. You don't want go play soccer hard now do ya? What if your friend saw?" Scott didn't know what to say. "Just let me help ya out. If you don't like something I do, just say so and I'll stop."

Scott, at first repulsed by the idea, was now starting to find himself looking at Mr. Neely's groin area instead of his face.

"Okay," he said to Mr. Neely.

With a smile, Mr. Neely walked over to the door and locked it. Then, he walked over to Scott and said, "Just start small. You got your shirt off, so why don't ya take off mine?"

Scott felt his hand drawn to Mr. Neely's waist. putting his hand under his shirt, he pushed his hand up his chest, bringing the shirt up to his neck and then, pulling it off of him. He could now see the top of Mr. Neely's purple plaid boxers and felt his cock stir.

He had a muscular body. Seeing it made Scott smile.

"Havin' fun already?" he asked Scott.

Instead of answering, Scott asked him, "So now what?"

In response, Mr. Neely grapped Scott by the waistband of his shorts and pulled him close enough so that their bare chests rubbed against each other. Then, he leaned down and planted his lips on Scott's. They kissed for a few seconds, and then Scott broke it off and put his hand on his teacher's chest. Pushing him back against the desk, Scott held his arms back.

He liked it now.

"Hold on a second," Neely said. Scott let go, and he cleared the desk off completely. It was definitely big enough for them to mess around on. "Lay down on the desk." Mr. Neely said.

Scott slid on the desk, face up, facing Mr. Neely, who slowly climbed onto him, putting his knees on either side of Scott's head and positioning his head directly over his semi-hard cock. Neely's shorts were hanging in Scott's face so much, that he didn't even notice when his teacher reached toward his shorts and pulled them up to see underneath. All of a sudden, Neely kissed along Scott's trail leading down to his pubes and then put his entire head between his shorts and boxers. Putting his mouth around his cock, with only the thin fabric of his boxers for seperation, Scott let out a quiet groan of pleasure. Looking up at the hardening cock above him, Scott reached toward the waistband of his teacher's shorts with both hands and pulled them down. Mr. Neely kicked them off, while pulling his head out from under his shorts. Looking at Scott, he gave him a smile, that made Scott's cock react so much that it bumped into Neely's cheek.

Slowly, Neely got off of him and went around to the opposite end of the desk, now in nothing but his loose, purple plaid boxers. Sliding one finger at a time under the waistband of Scott's shorts, he pulled them off and threw them to the side. Not both in only boxers, Scott up off the desk and faced Mr. Neely.

Running his hands up and down Neely's chest, he felt the strong muscles of his abs and the hair that led from his pecs down to his cock. He'd never been sexually attracted to a man before, but now, he could feel a small amount of precum forming at the end of his cock.

"There's nothing I like better than a boy in nothin' but his boxers," Mr. Neely said, still smiling.

Looking down at Scott's growing cock, he put his hand on Scott's thigh and slowly moved toward his cock. As his massive hand grasped the shaft of his cock, Scott leaned in and kissed him more. Reaching his own hand down to his teacher's groin, he felt the massive shaft of his cock. While Scott's was about eight inches long, Mr. Neely's looked to be at least another inch or two. Both of them looked down to see their hands clasping each other's monster cocks.

"Lay down on the floor," Mr. Neely said.

He proceded to spend few minutes massaging Scott's balls and licking his cock through his boxers. Scott, grabbing the man's head with one hand and pulling his boxers up with the other, pushed Mr. Neely's head into his boxers, where he started to lick up and down his cock.

Positioning his own cock directly above Scott once again, Neely let his hips fall down enough so that his cock was touching Scott's face. Scott, instinctly reached both hand around to his ass and pulled his groin area to his cheek. As Neely's cock started to slip out of the side of his long, baggy boxers, Scott pulled the boxers down unveiling his monster cock. As Neely did the same to him, they sucked each other's cocks.

Before long, Scott felt Neely's body twitch. Suddenly, Neely shot a huge loud of at least six or seven squirts all over Scott's chest. Then, suddenly, Scott felt his own cock get near cumming. Before he could get a word of warning out, he shot a loud directly into his teacher's mouth. While some landed on his own stomach, the hot, white substance seemed to never end. For twenty or thiry seconds, cum erupted out of Scott's cock and Neely squeezed more out into his mouth. Then, with a gasp, Neely fell off of Scott to the side and lay on the floor breathing heavily.

He gave that same smile to Scott that made him smile back.

"How was that?" he asked Scott. "Still a homophobe?"

All Scott could do was smile and breath deeply in response.

Slowly, they gathered up their clothes that were scattered across the room. As they got dressed again, Neely gave him a brief kiss one last time and said, "You... err... free tomorrow at fourish?"

"Yeah. I'll be here."

With a smile on his face, Scott walked out of the room wiping cum off his face and hands. With a last look at his gym teacher, he turned and walked out of the locker room.

Brandon was waiting directly outside. "What are you smiling about?" he asked him.

"Nothin'," Scott said. He felt his gaze instinctly drop to his friends groin. Maybe next time we could have a threesome, he thought.

Who needs girls when you got guys? he thought.

From that day on, he was bi.