It was a Saturday morning in late January, a cold and wintry Saturday morning here in William's Valley, Pennsylvania. Coach Matthews had hand picked me to be the new coach of the school's golf team, and I was supposed to pick up some kind of papers so that I could fill them out over the weekend and turn them in to the office by the Monday morning deadline.

Being a first year teacher, fresh out of college, I found it difficult to say no when he asked/told me about the coaching job, specially since it paid an extra thousand bucks which I sorely needed. But in my haste to leave on Friday afternoon, I just plain forgot.

You see, I had been invited to a mini-reunion at the college from which I had graduated eight months earlier and I was eager to see my old gang. I had a great time, going back and seeing a bunch of my old buddies, getting half a load on and bullshitting with them, laughing like I hadn't laughed in a long time, and then going out for breakfast at three in the morning.

It was nice to kick back and be able to speak without monitoring myself to make sure I wouldn't give away the fact that I was gay. Okay, I was 'out' during my college days, but I didn't think it was all that important to tell everyone in William's Valley, or anyone for that matter, that their new 23 year old high school English teacher was gay.

I should have just gotten the papers I was after and left. But I was tired and sort of dopey from being up all night. I had gotten back to my apartment around 5:30 AM, ready to just crash and sleep the day away, but then I saw the blinking light on my answering machine. Coach M had left a message for me about the papers. Judging from the way he had yelled, he seemed to think it was pretty damn important that I take care of them. He mentioned that I could get into his office on Saturday morning between 6:00 and Noon to retrieve them.

I knew that if I lay down I would never be able to force myself awake in time to get there, so I took a shower to revive myself some and then headed off to the school building. Charlie the janitor unlocked the gym and left me into the Coach's office, rambling on about having to open up soon anyway so the kids could set up for the wrestling meet that was scheduled for 8:30 AM. I found the papers right away, but as I flipped off the light and turned to leave, I saw Coach M's sweaty gym clothes hanging on a hook on the wall of his private bathroom, with his jockstrap hanging on top. What kind of a gay man would I be if I didn't stop to take a closer look at something like that?

Furtively, I plucked the strap from the clothes hook, feeling it's inherent crinkliness from being sweated in and then dried repeatedly. I held it up to my nose to enjoy the unique aroma that is found only on this most intimate of men's garments. Now Coach M is pretty fit for a 40 year old guy, and the bouquet was intoxicating! I pulled it away from my nose and in the dim light that filtered through the closed mini-blinds that covered the windows on three sides of the room, I examined the pouch for stray pubic hairs.

That's when I heard the voices out in the locker room. I reacted just as you'd expect someone in that situation to react. I froze. No one knew I was in that office except Charlie and maybe Coach Matthew's. It wasn't even seven o'clock yet, so it was too early for the wrestlers to be coming in. I quietly replaced the jock on its hook where I had found it, and turned to leave the room when I heard someone say "See, I told you nobody would be here."

I knew that sort of nasal, high pitched voice. It had to be Simon, the senior class genius. 'The Big Guy' as everybody called him. Simon was in my AP American Literature class and he was a certified genius with an IQ around 150. And he looked and acted the part.

He was small of stature, standing just a few inches over five feet tall and weighing maybe a hundred pounds, with ultra fine platinum blond hair which he wore in a sort of Amish-boy bowl cut, and big blue eyes behind his huge, round, black framed glasses. He had a cherubic round face with chubby cheeks and a constant smile, and he was smart.

He was the kid who answered my questions before I could ask them, and who got straight A's without half trying. And he was always cold. His first question every morning was 'Can you please turn the heat up Mr. Sunday?' He was also the kid who was involved in any and every school activity from being student council president to having the lead role in the all school musical production. But athletic, he was not. So what was he doing in the locker room at this hour on a Saturday morning?

I peeked through the almost closed blinds and saw Simon and another senior named Danny standing back to back at their opened lockers in the center aisle, about ten feet away from me.

Danny was also in my AP American Lit class, but in contrast to Simon he was almost six feet tall, and lanky. He was also smart, though not in Simon's league, but he was a quiet, reserved sort of boy who rarely smiled. He had medium brown hair which he wore quite short, maybe half an inch all over his head and he gelled it so that just the front edge stood up, the part that was tipped with blond highlights right above his forehead. He had deep brown eyes.

I found him to be rather handsome, in a dark and serious sort of way. Now I knew Danny was on the wrestling team, competing at 140 or 145 pounds, so it made sense for him to be there. But Simon?

I could see Simon's right side, and behind him the left side of Danny's head as they sat on the bench in the middle of the aisle, facing in opposite directions. I watched in silence as they started to disrobe. I didn't really mean to spy on them, but again, what kind of a gay guy would I be to pass up an opportunity to watch two 18 year olds undress in front of me?

They talked quietly as they stripped down. Danny kicked off his gym shoes and then took off his plaid flannel shirt . He wore a navy blue thermal weave Henley underneath. Simon pulled off his bulky, charcoal gray, turtleneck sweater to reveal a bright, Kelly green, long sleeved undershirt that clung to him like a second skin, and he sat down to unlace his low cut hiking boots.

Meanwhile, Danny unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and slid them down and off. He had nice legs, and his white A&F boxer briefs clung to him and highlighted his beautiful ass. He tugged off his Henley undershirt and stood there in his snug underpants and white socks, pulling his wrestling clothes out of his locker and sorting them out on the bench behind him.

Simon had gotten his boots off now and was removing his dark-toned, heavyweight corduroy pants. I snickered to myself. He was wearing smooth-knit long john bottoms, Kelly green and very snug just like his top. He looked like a little elf standing there in his skin-tight green suit with his gleaming white socks showing from his ankles down, and it suddenly dawned on me that Lucky the Leprechaun, the school mascot for our Sherwin Valley Shamrocks, was not portrayed by one of the female cheerleaders but by Simon!

"I gotta take a leak." Simon announced, and still wearing his green outfit he paddled off toward the urinals. When he had disappeared around the corner, Dan quickly stripped naked and started putting on his wrestling gear. He was turned the away from me so I didn't get to see everything, but I did have a beautiful view of his ass as he snugged a jockstrap up into place. I practically drooled as he stood there for a second with those white straps framing his lovely cheeks, but then he sat down and quickly pulled on a pair of those real low cut quarter socks.

Still sitting, he gathered up one leg of his Kelly green tights and pulled them on, and then did the same with the other leg. He stood up and sort of bounced around to settle his ultra-snug leggings into place. He reached down his front and shifted his package around a bit until he seemed comfortable. Then he sat back down and yanked on a pair of big puffy knee pads.

As he pulled the second one into place, Simon returned to the other side of the bench. Simon had his back to me as he walked the few feet to where Danny stood, and he held his right hand in front of himself in a somewhat awkward manner.

"How 'bout a quickie, Dan'l?" he asked, the tone of his voice quiet and conspiratorial, hinting at something both urgent and secret.

"Simon!" Danny sort of whined, snapping his head around and looking to see if anyone else was in the room. Danny looked right at the window where I stood, but with the mini-blinds shut, he obviously didn't see me. I stood still and watched them. "Sorry! Not now!" he hissed.

"Come on, Danny. I need it bad, and so do you!" Simon turned sideways to reveal himself to me. He had his family jewels draped over the white elastic waistband of his long johns and was holding them out toward Danny.

The boy was huge!!! His circumcised prick was at least five inches long, and it was thicker soft than most guys are hard. He had the balls to match, too! They were huge low hangers! It was more than a handful for him, with his flaccid cock extending past his fingertips, and his balls precariously hanging over the sides of his hand. The Big Guy's nickname took on a whole new meaning for me.

"Simon!" Danny said quietly. He turned sideways and glanced at his friend. Simon smiled at him and he gently thrust his hips forward, pushing his huge package an inch closer to Danny. I don't think Danny realized that he licked his lips right before he said "We don't have time!"

Simon bounced his organ a bit for Dan's benefit. "Sure we do. It won't take long. I haven't cum since Wednesday night after the match. And you want it as much as I do. I can tell!" Simon's eyes twinkled as he looked right at Dan's face.

"What if somebody comes in?"

"Nobody will come in. And if they do, well then we'll just stop and finish getting changed. Come on, Danny!"

Dan'l sighed and looked toward the door to make sure they were out of the line of sight. He stepped over the bench and sat down. He looked up at Simon's cherubic round face and leaned in toward Simon's crotch. He didn't waste any time as he again licked his lips and took Simon's flaccid organ into his mouth. There was no hesitation at all. He just leaned in and started working.

Simon relaxed back against the locker and was muttering words of encouragement. "Oh yeah, Dan'l. I knew you wanted it. God, I can always tell when you want it. Oh that feels good, Dan. Suck the end of it. Lick it, Danny. Lick the head up good. Oh yeah."

Danny was really into it. It was quite obvious that he was an experienced cocksucker, and it was less than a minute until Simon was completely hard. Danny slid off the edge of the bench and kneeled on his thick, white kneepads to get a better angle. He held the base of Simon's enormous cock in his right hand and bobbed up and down on it. His left hand gripped Simon's ass to hold him in place. He sucked away with total abandon, rocking in and out in rhythm with Simon.

I gotta tell you, I was hard as a rock just watching these two student studs. I was freeballing under the sweats that I had thrown on to come in for those papers, and they were tented to the max. I never thought of myself as a voyeur but live action beats the heck out of a video!

It was maybe three or four minutes before Danny withdrew from Simon's big dick completely and I got my first glimpse of it hard. The Big Guy was honest to God over seven inches long and as thick as a beer can. It jutted straight out and then bent upward so that the upper half of the shaft and the head pointed upward at a forty-five degree angle, and his big, beefy balls were suspended an inch or so out on the shaft, away from Simon's narrow hips and skinny ass. I've been with enough guys and seen enough porn to know what a magnificent specimen of manhood young Simon was blessed with. Frankly, I was jealous!

Danny stretched his jaw wide and ducked underneath that enormous organ to go after Simon's balls. His mouth must have been bigger than I thought because he somehow snagged them almost immediately. Simon flinched and pushed back into the row of lockers behind him. Danny now had both hands around Simon's asscheeks and was trying to hold him still. I could see Danny's cheek hollow in as he applied suction to The Big Guy's testicles.

Simon groaned. He was mumbling incoherently. Danny ignored him and sucked on his balls even harder. He slid Simon's long johns down to his ankles and ran his hands up and down the surprisingly furry legs of the smaller, blond haired teen. Then he reached around Simon's body from behind and either fingered his pucker or poked his ball sac from behind. I couldn't tell. But Simon got mad at him for whatever he did.

The Big Guy lurched forward and swatted at Danny's mouth with one hand, and used his other to try and grab the short hair on top of Danny's head. Danny withdrew from Simon's balls to shield himself from the assault and he looked up at Simon's face. He looked scared and repentant.

"I'm sorry Sime."

"It's okay, Dan'l. I just ... wasn't expecting that." Simon said softly. "You can finish me off now."

Dan sunk his classmate's cock back into his mouth, taking a little more than half the length. He hollowed his cheeks again and moved his head slightly from side to side. Simon relaxed back into the lockers again, and closed his eyes. His hands went to his nipples, and he fingered and pinched them both through his undershirt. His chest started heaving slightly and he pushed himself further back against the locker, standing up straight instead of slouching.

With his hands firmly in place on Simon's delicate asscheeks, Danny tilted his head up to look at Simon's face again, but he kept on sucking. Simon opened his eyes and smiled down at Danny. "Good boy. I'm getting close now, Danny. Real close. You're gonna take it like a man, aren't you?"

Danny closed his eyes and nodded his head ever so slightly. Simon closed his eyes again and in synch with Dan's bobbing head, ratcheted his face higher and higher until his head was completely tipped back. Danny still had one hand on Simon's ass, but was feeling up his balls with the other hand.

Simon pushed up onto his tiptoes and quietly yelped. Dan suctioned away and I could see him ever so gently squeeze Simon's balls. Simon shuddered and lurched forward, bending in half over Danny's head and making an almost inhuman sound. From what I could see, Danny kept on sucking his little friend, and after a few seconds, Simon straightened up again. He relaxed his body and leaned back into the closed locker doors.

Danny removed his mouth and took a big swallow. I could see his Adam's apple bob as he downed Simon's load. Simon's dick was still thick and engorged, but it had lost its ramrod stiffness and swayed heavily in front of him. It looked all sticky with left over cum and spit, and Simon quietly ordered Dan to clean it up.

Dan was busy removing his own stiff dick from its elastic and Lycra confinements, and when he finally had it disentangled from his tights and jockstrap, he readily complied with Simon's request. Like a cat cleaning itself, Danny lapped and licked at Simon's cock, cleansing it of all evidence of the ejaculation. Simon smiled at what must have been the tickling sensation of Danny's tongue on his spent organ.

As Danny tidied his pal up, he jacked steadily on his five inch dick. He was up on his knees now to get a better position on Simon, and I had a clear view of the bigger boy's cock. It was quite average, and after seeing Simon's cudgel I was a little disappointed, really. Gradually, Danny's focus shifted from cleaning Simon's cock to getting himself off, and he kneeled there with one hand on Simon's hip to steady himself, and his other hand jacking furiously on his dick. It didn't take long for him to get his nut. He tipped his head back, hung his mouth open and silently arced his sperm between Simon's naked legs, splattering it all over the locker door behind him. It really shot out and looked like an impressive load, though it was hard to see.

Relieved of his urgent need, Danny relaxed back onto his haunches and looked up at Simon. They both had a sheepish look on their faces as Simon sidestepped away from in front of Dan and produced a towel from inside his locker. Wordlessly, he dabbed himself dry and checked his long john bottoms for stray drops of cum. Dan stood up and Simon handed him the towel. Danny mopped his own pecker clean and busied himself with putting everything back inside his jockstrap and tights as Simon pulled up his long underwear bottoms.

"Thanks." one of them said quietly. I wasn't sure which one.

It was over. Danny picked up his green and gold singlet and stepped into it. He pulled a tee shirt on over his head. Simon went to a storage room and found the oversized papier-mache head that was Lucky. Dan helped to slide it over Simon's head, and pull his green clad arms through the side holes of the home-made leprechaun. They adjusted it until it rested on Simon's shoulders, green clad arms and legs protruding from the boxy orange-haired mascot. Then Danny helped pull it back off again.

Simon sat down in front of his locker and laced up his green Chuck Taylor high tops, which covered his socks and the bottom inch of his long underwear cuffs. Danny pulled on a baggy pair of shorts and sat down to put on his wrestling shoes. It was as if nothing had happened. They were again making small talk when two more members of the team waltzed into the locker room, and the four boys started yelling and joking with each other.

Shit! The rest of the team would be getting there soon. It was close to 7:30. I had to get out of there. I stepped back from the window and felt the clamminess at my crotch. I looked down to see a big wet spot on my gray sweats, and realized that in the excitement of watching two of my students getting it on, I had diddled myself right into my pants.

Damn! I guess I was more turned on than I thought, because I hadn't done that in years! There was no way I could walk through a locker room full of teenage boys without it being obvious to everyone what had happened. I looked at Coach Matthew's dirty sweats hanging in his john. What choice did I have?

I stripped off my nasty, stained bottoms and used them to clean myself, then pulled his sweatpants on. They were too big for me, but at least they were dry. I wadded up my wet pants and was reaching for the door when it opened on it's own. It was Ed Stevens, the wrestling coach.

He nodded at me and I somewhat haltingly explained why I was there, conveniently ignoring the rolled up pair of pants that I held. I didn't like Ed much. He was always the suspicious type, and I suspected he was a homophobe and that he suspected me.

I grabbed my papers, which still sat on Coach Matthew's desk and left myself out. Danny and Simon were still hanging out in the locker room when I walked through their aisle to get to the door into the hallway. We nodded hello to each other. I wish I had a picture of the look on their faces as I walked past them and went out the door!