Making the grade

It was just two weeks to go until graduation and freedom from high school forever. But I had a problem. His name was Mr. Williams and he was my gym teacher.

I hated gym class and found it a waste of time. For the entire semester, I had come up with one excuse or another to get out of taking gym class each day. And when I couldn't weasel my way out of Mr. Williams' class with seemingly legitimate excuses, I just cut class. Therein lies the problem. Mr. Williams allowed three unexcused absences from his class. And I had four. And four meant I'd fail the class, not graduate and just royally fuck up my life.

When my parents got the call from the school that I was not going to graduate because of my gym grade, I assured them it was a mistake and that I'd talk to Mr. Williams and get it rectified. My only hope was pleading for mercy.

So, I went to school the next day and headed for the locker room when third period rolled around. I changed into a jockstrap, a pair of sweats and a T-shirt and proceeded to attend gym class for probably only the fifth time the entire semester. I figured I needed to at least make an effort before begging Mr. Williams for a passing grade. He just smirked when he saw me come out of the locker room with the others to aimlessly dribble a basketball for 30 minutes.

At the end of class, while the other students headed back into the locker room, I went to the other side of the gym and knocked on the door to the physical education office. "Yeah, Adams, what do you want?" Mr. Williams said. "I was hoping to talk to you about my grade, Mr. Williams," I replied as I walked in and shut the door.

That was all it took to send him into a tirade. "Let me guess, Adams. The school called your parents to tell them you weren't going to graduate because you were going to fail my class. And, now, after skipping out of class for most of the semester, you think by participating for one fucking day, I should take pity on you and pass you instead of giving you an F! Well, that isn't going to happen. First of all, you use every trick you can think of to get out taking my class everyday this semester. When that didn't work all the time, you just skipped out. And you weren't even smart enough to count and make sure you didn't skip more than three times. And to top it all off, Adams, you went around the school bragging about what an idiot I was and how easy it was for you to get out of my class. Next time you're shooting off your mouth in the restroom, you might want to see who's in the stall listening."

My jaw must have dropped because he acknowledged my shocked look. "Yeah, that's right, Adams, I heard you. You have no respect for me, so I have no use for giving you a passing grade. Get the fuck out of here!"

At this point, I panicked and started to beg. "Please, Mr. Williams. This is going to totally screw up my life. They don't offer gym in summer school. So, I'll have to take it next school year and won't be able to start college on time."

He showed no sympathy and seemed to get angrier with my begging. He stood up to usher me out the door. "Maybe that will teach you a little respect for the rules, Adams. I think you need to be knocked down a peg!"

I continued begging. As he stood towering over me, with such contempt in his eyes, I slunk lower and kept pleading. "Please, Mr. Williams, I only need a D. Just don't give me an F. I do respect you. I'll do anything." I was practically on my knees at this point.

That's when I saw the look on Mr. Williams' face change. He leaned back on his desk, half standing, half sitting. "OK, Adams, you fucking useless piece of shit. I'll give you a D, but first you need to prove to me that you know what respect means." With that, he started to rub his crotch through his gym shorts.

He saw the fear and realization in my eyes. "That's right, Adams. You want to pass my class, you're gonna suck my cock. And you're gonna suck it until I shoot my load down your throat."

I stood straight up. I couldn't imagine sucking another guy's cock, especially one as large as the growing bulge in Mr. Williams' shorts indicated. "I can't, Mr. Williams. There has to be some other way."

He reached out and put his hand roughly on my shoulder. "You want the D or not?" he growled. I imagined going home and telling my parents I wouldn't be graduating, and I imagined having to return to high school in the fall. I realized I had no choice. "Yes, I want the D," I relented.

"Then, it's settled," he said, pulling the front of his shorts down, revealing his jockstrap. With his hand still on my shoulder he pulled me down until my face was in his crotch. "Lick it," he said. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick his ever-enlarging cock through the cotton. "That's right, cocksucker," he said, placing his other hand behind my head and pushing my face more into his crotch. Pre-cum already was leaking from his cock and through the stained fabric. He was enjoying his humiliation of me.

After a few minutes, he lightened his grip on my head slightly. "Take out my cock and suck it," he commanded. I hesitated and he tightened his grip on the back of my head. "Now!" So, with both hands I pulled his jockstrap down and his cock popped out. It was 8 inches long and thick enough that I had trouble getting my hand around it to guide it into my mouth. As soon as the tip had passed my lips, he forced my head down, making me deep throat him. I gagged and coughed and my eyes watered. But he didn't let up for several minutes. Then, with both of his hands on the back of my head, he started to face fuck me. "That's it, you piece of shit," he said. "Suck it good."

That was when the office door opened and in walked Mr. Davidson, the chairman of the physical education department and the one who had called my parents to tell them I was in danger of not graduating. "Jim, what the hell's going on in here?" he yelled at Mr. Williams while quickly pushing the door shut behind him. I tried to stand up, but Mr. Williams kept his grip on my head and only slightly slowed his thrusting into my mouth. "I'm just helping Adams here earn a D instead of an F in my class," Mr. Williams said.

I was still bent over, my mouth on Mr. Williams' cock and my back and ass toward Mr. Davidson. "Is that so," Mr. Davidson said. "Well why don't we see if we can raise that grade to a C," he said, reaching over and starting to rub my ass. I jumped and tried to get up, but Mr. Williams just laughed and held tight to my head.

Then, I felt both of Mr. Davidson's hands at my sides. He grabbed my sweats and yanked them down, leaving my ass covered only with the two straps of my jock. He brought one of his hands, then the other down hard on my ass and I yelped into Mr. Williams' crotch. "Oh, yeah," Mr. Davidson said. "This ass definitely is going to be worth at least a C." With that, he pulled my cheeks apart and shoved a dry finger right up my virgin asshole. I jumped again and screamed in pain. But again, Mr. Williams held tight to my head and Mr. Davidson kept his finger in my hole, slapping my ass with his free hand. "His asshole is nice and tight," Mr. Davidson told Mr. Williams.

He pulled his finger from my hole. I heard some rustling and realized Mr. Davidson must be pulling off his pants. I felt him step behind me again and his hard cock hit my ass cheek. I really started to struggle this time and I kicked back as best as I could with my sweats around my ankles. My shoe made contact with Mr. Davidson's shin. He jumped back and screamed out in pain. "OK, you little fucker," he yelled at me. He came up on my side and I could see from my left eye that he was holding his cock with his hand. As he got closer, he let go of it so I could see what I was in for. His cock was as big around as Mr. Williams' but at least 2 inches longer. "You see this cock," Mr. Davidson said. "I was going to be nice and loosen your hole up a bit first. But since you don't want to cooperate, I'm not going to be so nice."

He reached into a duffle bag on the desk and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He quickly squirted some on his enormous cock and rubbed it around. Then he stepped back behind me and roughly pried my ass cheeks apart. He was inside me in one massive jolt that sent my head banging into Mr. Williams' stomach. I nearly passed out from the pain as the monstrous cock spread my tight hole, ripping its way inside me. Mr. Davidson stopped and I thought I had taken it all. But then, he said, "Only half to go." And with another jolt, he plowed the rest of the way in. He held it there for a while and then slowly backed his cock all the way out before thrusting the entire length back inside me. This whole time, Mr. Williams continued to face fuck me, his cock growing more and more as he watched Mr. Davidson fuck my ass from behind.

Mr. Davidson pulled out and plunged back in several more times before he started steadily reaming my ass. He was banging my battered hole, his hips slamming against my ass. Mr. Williams kept his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, too. By this time, my cock was rock hard from all the stimulation my ass was getting. Mr. Davidson reached around and ripped down the front of my jockstrap, grabbing hold of my cock. "Adams seems to like gym class now," he said to Mr. Williams. The two of them high-fived each other over my back as they continued their thrusting.

Mr. Davidson started to stroke my cock and I started to push my ass back to meet his thrusting cock. He started to thrust faster, moaned loudly and fell forward onto my back as he shot his load into my asshole. That set me off and I squirted shot after shot of cum onto Mr. Williams' legs. Seeing and feeling all of this sent Mr. Williams over the edge, too. He grabbed even tighter to my head and unleashed several volleys of cum down my throat.

Mr. Williams let go of my head and pulled his cock from my sore mouth just as Mr. Davidson pulled out of my bruised asshole. I stood up and felt Mr. Davidson's cum leaking from my hole. I pulled my jock and sweats back up and went to open the door to leave.

"Hold on, Adams," Mr. Davidson said. "It looks like you'll probably pass gym now. But just to be sure, I think you need to stop by after school for some remedial help from the two of us and the other two gym teachers." I nodded and walked out.

I ended up getting an A in gym.