"Sir, Please...."

With the ticking of the clock deafening in his ears, the school bell rang signalling the next period, as students around him jutted out of their seats and excitedly exited the room. Well, why would they not for it was to be P.E. next. Letting out a deep sigh, Jacob left the classroom last and veered towards the lockers. 

Every P.E class was a heart-wrench, a punch, or a luring tease to his physical needs. Wafts of steam tendriled out the shower rooms as he moved through the barracks to his locker, blocked out of view by classmates - naked guys flinging their towels across the room.

Changing into his dark-blue V-neck tee, and matching thigh-out short shorts, he sat on a bench tying the laces of his new soccer shoes his brother gifted him for his eighteenth birthday. His brother was already in university half across the country, who had to say goodbye to his pouting little brother who could not do anything but give him a warm hug before he left. Hunched over his knees, and goofily smiling at the memory as he completed the other leg, a shadow rose over him. Jacob drew a deep breath, and froze knowing too well who that big body belonged to. Slowly looking upwards, he first registered the man's throbbing package right in front of his lips; that craving bulge tight in his sweatpants. As he looked further up he noticed the popped, snaking veins across his broad arms folded across his built chest, and at last his grave, and sober face glaring down to his insecure little seat on the bench. Flushing the deepest crimson, his mouth went dry, and Jacob shot his eyes back to the floor in a haste to avoid his arousal to seep through his overwhelmed heart.

"Mister Cody," he rumbled, " could you kindly retell what I have just instructed the class" in a deep thunder of a voice, authority dripping off his body. Jacob's throat bobbed, and his slender fingers tightly clenched the edge of the seat. Adam Sir let out a short scoff and bent down in front of Jacob's ever reddening face, to see the fear in his eyes as he whispered "pay attention next time lad".

The way he whispered it - with his lacy words, certainly exposed the threat it bore if he were to repeat the mistake again. Jacob gulped hard, and Adam Sir patted him on the shoulder as he rose tall and big over the rest of the class going over today's P.E class. The warmth of his hand seeped into the goosebumped skin of Jacob as he felt the ghost of a wicked seduction. Filing out of the room in a disciplined manner every boy only came back into the locker room with the sweatiest of clothes, and sorest of bodies.

Jacob likes to shower last, away from the menace of his guy buddies smacking each others' asses. Turning on the faucet of the shower head, he ran his fingers through his damp, hazel hair, and closed his eyes in ease, letting the chilled water wash the grim and dirt of the field, the sweat from his clothes - and his edging arousal pounding through his body. Following the stream of water, he smoothly slid his fingers over his abdominals, beginning to feel a deep, spreading clenching in stomach. Further and further they went, drawing deep breaths from the boy's parted lips. 

Out of desperation he grasped the length of his boy boner in a swift movement, thumb pressing tightly on the edge of the head, rubbing, and jerking. Jacob arched his back and leaned his forehead on the light-blue, tiled wall as his free hand, open-palmed, roamed his obliques, and explored further south, cupping his cheeks, and running a finger up his crack. He closed his eyes and imagined the rough, thick fingers of his Coach roaming his ass with his fingers deep in him, and the other snaking around his throat choking him while he spoke the filthiest of words. 

The crescending warmth of his finger and tightness between his legs forced his member to shudder steel-hard in his tight grip. Panting heavily, spurting water from his mouth, the boy punched a hand back onto the wall beside his head; he shifted his hip outward, and in a violent thrust he began humping his hand in a haste to jizz all over the dripping walls......

POV: Adam Sir

Locking the equipment closet with the clinking of his keys, Adam Sir headed towards the lockers, overjoyed to finish the day early. Although he was going home early, he was always the last one left on the floor. Opening the door to the lockers he immediately threw the jacket of his black tracksuit over his head, exposing himself in a body-kissing undershirt. Through the exposing layer of the undershirt, peeked the heads of his nipples, his chiselled chest, and thick torso. Dragging his tired hands around his stubble, he shook his head to let his wavy, silken hair settle around his face. He needed to shower, and so removed his undershirt to reveal a steady growth of curling body hair matted over his chest, trailing over his abdomen, and under the bush covered by the bands of his underwear. 

Walking up to the shower heads, he abruptly halted as he heard a gasping moan tear through the steaming air. He hardened. His cock twitched bulging into the long, thick meat of a man pushing against the strings of his underwear. With every twitch the strings bounced slightly, and opened a peek of his band to expose Sir's lengthening head. Adam twisted his neck around the corner to find a boy, back-facing, with his legs spread open, head thrown back thrusting his hips back and forth, drawing those intoxicating moans from the boy's throat. Adam's eyes darkened with predatory lust, as he gaped at the boy's body shamelessly. 

Gritting his teeth, as his balls weighed down, he slipped his bursting cock over the band of his jockstrap and let it dangle in the hot steamed air. If there were to be any other student wanking in the lockers afterschool, he would look the other way and wank elsewhere, but this student was Jacob. It was Jacob who was humping his hands wet. Jacob who was moaning and groaning his throat dry. Jacob who was down here doing dirty. This innocent sweet boy who was scared to look him in the eye, is now fucking himself in his school shower room. 

This Jacob. Jacob. Jacob. Jacob. Baby.

He could not, and would not let himself hold himself back, and shut the shameful voice in his head, as he gripped his pulsing cock in his hand and began to slide it up and down his fingers. Rubbing his manhood against the thoughts of this boy's tightening throat around his widening girth, Adam jerked off in ecstasy. He knew those eyes all too well - brown and rich like swirling coffee looking up at him like a puppy drooling and gagging with his cock fucking his throat. He shuddered. A fire built between his legs, deep in his balls, as it throbbed through the centre of his cock, rising and rising. He was so close - so close to spilling his seed in his clenching hands...

But right then his boy threw his head back violently, hair draping his neck, as he whimpered, "Sir....Please," body spasming against the wall. Those two words were his undoing as he ruptured his semen, squirting white strings forward, all over the shower floors. Similar to the trickling streaks of white milk drizzling down the blue-tiled walls between Jacob's hung balls and quivering thighs. He had kept a hand over his mouth to stop his groans from exposing him hiding behind a wall. 

But to his ultimate horrors, the boy turned his head around. It was too fast, and in a state of panic Jacob caught him - his Coach, Adam Sir, and his milked cock - still pulsing in his hand, dripping with cum, and a hand scuffled over his mouth as his eyes tainted with lust, hunger, and dominance over this little boy. 

Stay tuned for the next parts :)