Gym Teacher

Not sure what all of your experiences were like in high school but mine was full of boners. We had this blond muscular dad bod gym teacher who was gentle but had a mouth like a sailor. He gave us more sex ed information than was on the curriculum by his language alone. He also made it a point to shower with us on a regular basis. That meant we all saw his thick pink cock and massive blonde bush on the regular. Thing is , he encouraged us to let our bodies do what they werr supposed to. And he would set the example. He would be raging hard all the time but acted like it was no big deal. And when I mean raging I mean big veiny cock and a big juicy head that flared up around the glans. So hard in fact that his massive piss slit opened up. When he took off his tight white underwear his cock would hit his stomach with a big smack. He had these tennis ball sized balls. Ok maybe not that big but to me they looked that big. And he would walk around talking to us with that massive meat pole and balls swaying around. He would drop things and bend over to pick them up and you could see his milky white cheeks open up to expose the lion like mane of pubes that ran around his balls up his gooch and lightly around his rose bud asshole. I swear I would see it wink now and then. Even though no one was as big as him the thing is most of us couldn’t help but also get hard. Especially if you were sitting down to take off your shoes and he would come and ask you about random thing and his massive meat sausage and opened piss slit were staring you right in the face. And he didn’t care that we only made eye contact with his one eyed monster. And I think he took every opportunity to shower several times a day with several classes because you could always smell the Irish spring soap on his skin. Even when he bent over in front of you and his ass would open up wafting a smell of musk and green soap. There were times he would get a little softer. And times he would get so hard his cock would curve upwards and he would leak Precum like a leaky faucet. If you were lucky enough it would brush against you and you’d have a deposit of clear Precum dripping down your leg or ass or whatever he “accidentally” grazed against. Sorry champ - he would say. One time he walked in as I was taking off my shoes and he walked in and tripped over something making him fall call first into my teenage face. And it was a proper fall because the entire weight of this bulking man pressed and grinded his veiny cock and balls into my face. I could feel his bristly bush on my nose and smelled the soap. As he pushed himself up - sorry champ - he did so only enough that his cock was an inch from my face. A string of Precum stretching between my cheek and the tip of his cock. And my cock pushing through the fly of my boxers foreskin pulled back from the stiffness. With that he turned. Breaking the string of Precum. Walking to the shower. His healthy round as flexing as he swaggered away.