The Gym And The Gym-Teachers

My name is and I go to the Everwood Oaks Boarding School for Boys. It’s an often enjoyable lifestyle, and being 18 means I quite enjoy spending time away from my parents as it means I can indulge in tomfoolery without having to look over my shoulder every 10 minutes. At the moment I’m halfway through my 2nd term, so everyone in my dorm is familiar with each other, and whilst there are people that I like more than others, we pretty much all get along well.

If there is one main bad sticking point to an all boys school though, it’s the most obvious one: going for months at a time without any real interaction with females.

That’s where our gym teachers come into this story, as by some strange twist of fate all of them are female, and simply put: babes to boot!

As these 3 ladies are literally often the only contact we have with the opposite sex for months at a time, I wouldn’t want to even try and calculate how many young men have laid in bed, gripping themselves and tugging furiously whilst images of our gym teachers float through their minds, it would be hard enough to count how many times I myself have over the years!

After gym class you can always safely bet that the topics of conversation for at least the next hour or two will be about whichever lady was teaching that day, and depending on what she was wearing; her breasts, her ass, her figure, or a healthy mixture of all those.

We all like to think that the teachers flirt with us, and that if we could get one of them alone, she would be willing to show one of us a great time, but I also think deep down we know this is just wishing thinking, to help power our wanks after hours. Although I don’t think that I could ever seduce one of the gym teachers, I’m pretty sure that they must be aware of the effect they have on us, with their short shorts and tight sports tops. Or when running, even with a sports bra, the movement of their breasts hypnotising 20 pairs of eyes, or during pre-workout stretching, some of the positions that they contort their bodies into, making all of us to a man wonder what it would be like to fuck someone so flexible.

For them, its probably a little bit of fun to see how many stiffies they can create, only to laugh after class when they see half the boys make a bee-line for the toilets etc.

Anyway, it’s early morning of a fresh new Wednesday, I wonder what lies ahead…