So I"ve still got urges for some of my teachers, even after Mr A and Mr Sherwood. My principal, for example, Mr Bennaire, was one of them. He was in his early forties and was bald, but for some reason that was how I liked it. He dreesed a lot like Mr Sherwood, too, most of a suit but no jacket. The tucked-in shirt and belt made his ass look so hot, I just wanted to spank it as I passed him in the hallways, and his irish accent was just amazing. I"d heard rumors, too, that during the teacher-student sports day, when all the male teachers and students had to get changed in the same locker room, he had a good 9 or 10 incheson him. A rumor also said (told to me by one of my friends) that he got a bit hard when all the guys yelled and whistled to him in response to his stripping of underwear. This lead me to wonder if he fancied a little young blood, so to speak.

So one day, I decided to get some help to find out what Mr Bennaire "liked". I visited Mr A"s office once class had ended. He answered the door in a tight singlet and his trademark shorts, showing off his huge leg muscles. Hanging from his neck was his whistle, sitting between his pectorals. When he saw it was me, the look on his face proved he still remembered our last "encounter", and worry that I"d changed my mind about our agreement with Mr Sherwood.

"Oh, Max, I..." he started, but I cut in. "Mr A, I need to talk to you for a minute," I said, pushing past him into his office. He looked around outside and closed the door, locking it. We sat down on two swivel chairs and turned to face each other.

"What do you want, Max...?" Mr A asked, shifting in his seat. I leant forward and spoke low. I told him about how I wanted to know if Mr Bennaire was gay, and if he could be seduced. I told Mr A my plan, that he should get Mr Bennaire to join in the next Gym class and get him to help clean up the equipment afterwards, to give the students enough time to change by themselves. Then, when the both of them are changing, I"d be watching from one of the stalls while Mr A tried to seduce Mr Bennaire.

"The fuck? Hell no!" he said when I had finished. I frowned and moved closer to him.
"This is the new part of our deal," I say. That alone made Mr A flinch. "Help me out, and everything stays as it is." I moved closer and smiled at him, stroking his thigh. "I"ll even make it worth your while, later..." I felt him relax and saw his crotch twitch. He watched my hand for a second, then looked up at me and agreed.

The next day, I had Gym with Mr A. True to his word, Mr A had gotten Mr Bennaire to help him out with setting up several courts for volleyball. A few of us moaned about playing volleyball but Mr A set us straight by telling us we"d have to end up playing it for class sooner or later, and he needed to get it over and done with now (he shot a quick look at me as he said this). For the first ten minutes of Gym, we all had to warm up while Mr A and Mr Bennaire set up the volleyball nets. Mr Bennaire had changed into shorts and an old t-shirt, and when he bent over to pick up the pipes I got an awesome view of his ass. He even played on my opponent"s side, and made us lose, too. I wasn"t complaining, though. Every time he jumped for the ball, his shirt flew up and we got to see his treasure trail and just a sliver of his underwear.

When all was done, Mr A got Mr Bennaire to help him take everything in while the students went and changed. I stayed at the back of the pack and when they all went into the changerooms, I turned into one of the other rooms, which was empty. Soon, I heard the students leaving the changerooms and vague clanging and voices in the other room, the sounds of packing up. I ended up only having to wait another five minutes before my teachers came into the changerooms. They weren"t talking, probably finished all they could while packing up. I left the room and stood outside the changerooms, looking through the gap in the door.

They weren"t very far from each other, taking off their shirts and applying deoderant. I saw Mr A turning towards Mr Bennaire, who didn"t seem to notice. Mr Bennaire took off his shorts and stood there in his underwear while Mr A did the same. Mr Bennaire was looking in a gym bag (probably for his pants), but Mr A was checking out Mr Bennaire"s ass, scratching his thigh. Mr Bennaire suddenly noticed and looked at Mr A up and down.

"Problem, Ned?" he asked, his face emotionless. Mr A stopped scratching and shuffled where he stood. I took the time to marvel at the two, Mr A"s thick legs and awesome chest, Mr Bennaire"s ass and decent muscles, especially his arms. Neither of them were very hairy, but Mr Bennaire had a bit of chest hair and a sexy treasure trail disappearing into his underwear.

Mr A spoke - "You"ve got some decent upper body strength," he said. I silently slapped my own face. Really, Mr A? That"s not going to work! "And your performance today, you must"ve been quite the athlete in your own schooldays." Mr Bennaire smiled and went back to his bag. "I used to be pretty good, but I had a good coach. You"re pretty good at working those boys into shape, aren"t you!" he said, and patted Mr A on the shoulder. Contact! AND he held it there for a second. This could be working...
Mr Bennaire fished from his bag, not his trousers, but a pair of underwear. He was about to take them off! He didn"t even turn very far away from Mr A before slipping them down. I couldn"t see him from the front, so I had no idea how good the view was, but Mr A seemed to.

"Wow..." he said softly, and started searching in his own bag. Mr Bennaire looked at him again, raised eyebrows.
"Hm?" he asked, as if he didn"t know why Mr A said it. Mr A turned and scratched his thigh again, closer to his hip than before.
"It"s just... well that"s a pretty decent size you"ve got there," he said, gestureing with his head to Mr Bennaire"s cock. Mr B turned to face him and I got a side-view of his cock. It was easily four inches already, not even hard! Although, it was raised a little... maybe he WAS getting hard!
"This? Yeah, I"ve seen others and I"m still bigger than them." He was bragging now. Mr A put both his hands on his hips and looked Mr Bennaire in the eyes.
"Really, then. Well I think I might be able to top yours," and he pulled off his underwear and threw them in his bag. His cock was big, but Mr Bennaire"s beat him by less than an inch. Mr A stood next to Mr Bennaire and looked at both their cocks, sizing them up. I could see that he was just checking him out even more.
"See?" Mr Bennaire said. Mr A measured his cock with his fingers and moved them to Mr Bennaire"s cock. He didn"t even flinch! He let Mr A almost touch his cock!
"Well, then," he said, admitting defeat. He turned towards Mr Bennaire and put his hands on his hips again.

"That"s a fantastic rod you"ve got," he said, and playfully spanked him. Mr Bennaire jumped a little but laughed. Then, he realised that Mr A hadn"t moved his hand. He kept it on his ass, and started slowly rubbing one of his cheeks. They both watched Mr A smoothing Mr Bennaire"s ass and I saw them both start to twitch. They looked up at each other and Mr Bennaire reached around to start rubbing Mr A"s ass, too...

I was ecstatic. Mr Bennaire was hot for Mr A! I started rubbing my cock through my pants as Mr A and Mr Bennaire started to get harder and bigger. I remembered going through the plan with Mr A, if their bodies touch and it"s obvious Mr Bennaire wants some, that"s my cue. Mr Bennaire moved in close to Mr A and started talking softly. I strained to hear what he was saying...
"Seems you like my rod so much..." Mr A leant forward and his chest pressed against Mr Bennaire"s. I opened the door and Mr Bennaire freaked, pulling back and covering his crotch. I watched Mr A grin and Mr Bennaire step forward, a serious look on his face.

"Jackson! Why are you here and not in class!?" He didn"t even seem worried! As if he"d caught me in the hallway!. I let the door swing closed and stood there, watching them.

"Jackson, you should"ve gotten changed with the rest of the class" Mr A said. He stepped towards me and put his hands on his hips again. His cock was hard and huge, sticking up against his pelvis. Mr Bennaire didn"t even try to hide his monster, just stood there and crossed his arms.

"Sorry sir," I said, acting sad. Mr A came over to me and put his arm over my shoulder, walking me towards Mr Bennaire.
"Now come on, Jackson. This is the third time you"ve acted up in my class. I"m afraid something will have to be done." I felt his body against mine, his muscles on my shoulder.
"Mr Bennaire, do you agree? Should we teach Jackson what happens when he acts up in class?" I looked up at Mr Bennaire with a mixture of innocence and lust. It was difficult, but I managed it. He uncrossed his arms and Mr A pushed me forward. I was only a few inches from his body, I could feel the heat emnating from him.
"Yes, Mr A. Students need to learn not to make life hard for their teachers, but to let them help them through their own." Mr Bennaire was treating the situation like he was talking with my parents! I had a rock hard cock in my pants and it was showing.

"Is there anything in particular you want me to do?" I asked Mr Bennaire. He sat down on the bench and turned his head to the side and extended his bottom lip, mocking me.
"Aw... I"m pretty sure you know what you have to do," he said, and lifted his solid cock in his hand, raising his eyebrows.
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I knelt on the floor and looked at Mr Bennaire"s rod. He didn"t have any pubic hair, and his balls were low and huge. He was uncut, but his erection stretched the skin back and I could see part of his head. I gripped it in my hand and started jacking him off slowly, hearing him sigh and stretch his arms out behind his back. I never took my eyes off his dick as I rubbed it up and down. I felt Mr A"s hands massage my neck and his cock pressing into my back.

"That"s a good start, Jackson, but you"re going to have to do better than that," he said. I gulped and opened my mouth, sliding it over Mr Bennaire"s cock, letting it slide all the way down my throat and tasting the meat. He groaned and his cock tensed up, making it a little harder to keep in my mouth without choking. I started to suck, moving my head back and forth on his cock. Mr Bennaire"s hand found the back of my head and started pushing me faster, so I had to try and keep up without choking on his massic cock. I held onto his strong thighs as I pushed, and started massaging them slowly. I felt his reaction through his cock, and hearing him groan again. I felt the tip of his head start to force it"s way down my throat, past my normal "gag zone" and I felt myself start salivating more. This made it easier to suck faster, and I made good use of it.

Above me, I heard smacking and squelching sounds, so I slowed down enough to look up. Mr Bennaire had Mr A"s shoulder in his hand and they were kissing aggressively. Mr A moved his hand onto the back of my head with Mr Bennaire"s and locked arms with Mr Bennaire, so I was pushed back into Mr Bennaire"s cock and took it harder than before. I took my hands off Mr Bennaire"s thighs and started unzipping my shorts, getting my own cock out and started jacking off to his cock. The three of us stayed this way for a few minutes before Mr A pulled my head up off Mr Bennaire, letting my mouth and his cock part with a satisfying squelching sound.