Ruin Mr. Phillips first

Matt decided that **** may be a dish best served cold, but it was also one that could use a bit of heat, and he knew the perfect source of that heat. He waited until the rest of the teachers left, ignoring the instinct to go to his first class, instead straightening his tie and walking with a purpose toward the gymnasium. He remembered posters all around school, notifying the cheer-leading squads of practice today, main squad during first period, reserves during second period, and it gave him the right inspiration at the right time. He walked into the changing room without hesitation He could hear the girls in the gymnasium proper, the locker room almost hauntingly quiet.

Matt started stripping down, tossing his suit into the garbage. He didn't want anything warning the cheerleaders of his presence. Then he waited, hiding in a storage closet, his cock already hard in anticipation of the show. He could imagine the girls in the Gym, working through their routines, their bodies flush with the exercise and glistening with sweat. Then he heard the door open, the voices of the girls getting suddenly louder as they poured into the locker room, most of them giggling as they approached the showers.

"Hit the showers, girls," he heard Coach Deacon call through the open door just before it slammed shut. Matt had never heard of a man coaching cheerleading, but apparently he had led a group to nationals a few years before, and there had never been a hint of impropriety - at least as far as Matt knew. He moved deeper into the storage closet, watching through the gaped door as the girls stripped down. It wasn't like the movies he'd seen - not one of the girls felt up another, or even touched themselves sexually. Rather, they all went into the showers one at a time, whenever they finished getting undressed. As soon as the last girl walked past, he stepped out of the closet, stroking his cock as he watched the girls. He had never dreamed he would see so much luscious flesh at once.

Then the first girl who had gone into the showers reached out and turned the water off, squeezing the water out of her long brunette hair as she approached the doorway. She stopped, and Matt looked into her eyes as she caught sight of the naked man in the showers. "What the fuck?"

"What's wrong, Cind..." another girl asked, turning to look at her friend, and saw the same thing, an adult man, a teacher no less, standing in the entrance to the shower and stroking his cock. She screamed, pulling the attention of all the girls in the showers, most of whom echoed with their own screams.

"What's going on in here?" Matt heard a voice bellow. Apparently the screams had been enough to catch Mr. Deacon's attention, as the coach came bursting into the locker room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded, grabbing Matt's arm.

Matt was close, and wanted to sink Mr. Phillips as deep as he could. He yanked his arm away from Mr. Deacon's grip and stepped forward just as his orgasm hit. He aimed it at Cindy Shilling, and leered the best he could as his cum splashed over the girl's legs and feet. Then the hand landed on his shoulder again, and Matt felt himself spun around and pinned against the tile wall. "Girls, get out of here and get dressed. Cindy, I need you to cover up, but do NOT wash this creep's stuff off your legs. MOVE!"

The showers were left on as the girls evacuated, and Matt couldn't help but laugh as they all ran past trying to cover their flesh. "Oh, you think this is a laughing matter, huh?" he heard, and saw a massive fist barreling toward his face.

Matt jumped back into his own body, a moment before the fist connected to the face he wore, and he blinked as the scene changed. He was in the final minutes of his math test, no one in the room realizing anything was happening on the other side of the building. The sight of all that naked flesh flashed in his mind, and his cock throbbed in his pants. He knew he should check the answers to the test, ones he could actually remember putting on the paper at the same time he remembered waiting for the cheer practice to finish.

Then the sound of approaching police sirens broke the silence, at the same time an announcement came through the speakers. "Students will remain in the classrooms they are in until further notice. Teachers, lock down procedures are active." Almost as one, the class ran for the windows, wanting to see what was causing the commotion, and a few minutes after the police entered the school, the class found out. Mr. Atlas was just as curious as the class, watching out the window right next to Melissa, a cute girl on the second cheer squad.

Then they all gasped as a man, one instantly recognizable as Mr. Phillips, walked out the door, a towel around his waist, his hands in cuffs, being led to one of the police cruisers. Matt laughed to himself, wondering if he should get **** on Mrs. Anderson next, or if he'd have enough for the day.