My shelter turned out to be so cozy and reliable that I relaxed and fell asleep, fell asleep right in the men's dressing room of the school gym. I was asleep, while my classmates from the ninth “B” wrote dictation, experimented on chemistry and listened to the historian's boring rhetoric about the premises of the bourgeois revolution in France. The gym was being renovated, which began in the summer and dragged on until late autumn; for this reason, physical education lessons in our school have not been for a month and a half, but no positive changes were observed during the repair. Most sports equipment was dumped in the locker rooms and in the gym of our physical education instructor, and I lay in a dark corner on soft mats, and from prying eyes I was blocked by a “horse” with benches leaning against it, on which muscular men and exercise schemes were depicted.

The reason that prompted me to hide is trivial - “non-statutory” relations between students of the senior and junior classes, expressed in extortion and beatings. In the morning my mother gave me a steward for breakfast, citing the absence of little things. On the way to the lesson I ran into the corridor with Sanka, an eleventh grader, who was very fond of gutting the pockets of elementary school students, so this meeting threatened me with major financial losses. However, I was lucky - Sanya looked the other way, and without thinking twice, I turned right and took refuge in the locker room, hoping to wait there before the start of the lesson - after all, this asshole will not always hang around in the corridor. And, as already said, fell asleep.

I woke up at seven o'clock in the evening - I studied on the second shift, slept five hours, and the lessons had already been completed. Of course, my mood was disgusting - I imagined the forthcoming explanations about the truancy. I started to get out of my hiding place, but suddenly the door knob turned and I froze. The door opened, and Sanya entered the semi-dark dressing room, followed by two more guys whose names I did not know - they were two years older than Sanka, and I saw him in their company a couple of times. The face of the first was disfigured by acne, the second was of a rather dense build, and his physiognomy prompted the idea of ​​the mental retardation of their owner. However, in a different way could hardly look like friends of such a scum as Sanya.

- Well, here we are? - asked pimply.

- Yes, - answered Sanya. - It is most convenient here - on this stove bench.

And Sanya poked his finger on the tennis table, or rather, on its half - a green sheet of chipboard on four iron legs. And I did not have time to think about why this hard, dusty table was called Sanek as a “bench”, as he added:

“The main thing for this bitch is to shut her mouth right away, and drag not far. And yet, Vitek, - he turned to pimply, - it is necessary to close the office immediately and put out the light, otherwise some other thing will come in ...

Vitek opened the door a little, looked out into the corridor and continued:

“All the attendants are gone, get ready.” He pulled a black wool cap out of his pocket, put it on his head and pulled it onto his face — prudently cut holes for the eyes and mouth in the cap. Witek and the third comrade dressed the same.

I sat with bated breath, my heart was pounding. On the third floor of the school, next to the gym, there was only one training room - the mathematics room, and it was Vitek who was watching him. Elena Igorevna taught math in this room, a thirty-year-old woman is very attractive. She did the math in ours too, and I just stared at her face with thin features, graceful arms and slender, though somewhat thin, legs. Of course, I dreamed of fucking her, as any thirteen-year-old boy would have dreamed in my place, and, of course, I often masturbated, introducing Elena Igorevna in my arms.

Obviously, I was not alone in my dreams, but Sanya with his boyfriends was clearly not limited to dreams.

- Good-bye, Elena Igorevna, - I heard a voice coming from the corridor - apparently, it was the duty attendants who were saying goodbye to her, who finished cleaning the office and went home.

“Good-bye, guys,” answered Elena Igorevna.

“Let's go,” Sanya whispered, and the trio came out of the locker room. I continued to sit quietly - and what could I do? And then, unexpectedly for myself, I felt that excitement joined my fear. I realized that now here, in my eyes, these scumbags raped the teacher, which I inevitably will be a witness. My cock rose, and I eagerly dropped my eyes to the gap between the stands, although nothing had happened in the changing room.

Then there was some kind of fussing outside, a stifled lowing, then there was a rather loud slap, obviously slaps, then the door swung open, and Sanka's friends dragged mathematics into the locker room. With the palm of one hand, Vitek clamped her mouth, and with the other hand held her waist. Fat held her hands, and Sanya clasped her legs under her knees - so, on weight, they dragged her. The burden was obviously too heavy, all three were out of breath - and even Elena Igorevna squirmed her whole body trying to break free from the grip of the attackers.

In the locker room, the pals relieved Elena Igorevna to stand on her feet, however, the fat man broke her hands behind her back, and Vitek continued to pinch her mouth. The mathematician looked at the guys in masks through the eyes of a hunted animal. Sanya came out of the locker room - apparently, he went to close the office. His friends, meanwhile, engaged in their victim. To begin with, Vitek took a scarf from his pocket, then took the hand from the teacher's mouth and with a sweep of it hit the cheek with the same hand - Elena Igorevna howled, her head shook to the side. Then Vitek very dexterously folded the scarf in two and pulled off her mouth and tied the ends of the scarf to the back - the mathematician could not shout, and she made inarticulate sounds, and her hands were free now. With these hands, he immediately squeezed Elena Igorevna’s breasts through her white blouse (she moaned in response)

- Fucking sisechka, so-so, - Vitek commented on his sensations. After that, she pulled up her dark woolen skirt and squeezed her buttocks covered with black tights. - And the ass is also not very. A bony bitch, okay, better than a fat one. Well, where is this fucked up man, without him to begin reluctance.

Apparently, he meant Sanka. In the meantime, from the sight of such a rough and shameless ass paw and Titek of the teacher, my dick was extremely tense, and I slowly unbuttoned my pants (rejoicing that the button fly, because I would have heard the zipper) and released my dick.

Then Sanya came in.

- Is everything ok? - asked fat.

Sanya nodded in response. Then Vitek stepped aside, giving way to his comrade. Elena Igorevna stopped mooing and with horror looked at the woolen mask hiding Sanka’s face. He stretched out his hand and, holding the skirt up in front, took the mathematics crotch through the tights and underwear. With his palm, he pushed back and forth, watching the woman's reaction (she responded and moaned, but the fat one held her tightly). Sanya removed his hand and, grabbing Elena Igorevna by the hair, turned and moved to the tennis table. Together with a fat man, they dragged her to the table and threw her back on its green surface. Vitek took hold of her ankles and spread the legs of the mathematician in different directions.

I slightly raised myself to see better. I wanted to start jerking off, but I was afraid that an unintentional rustle would attract the attention of the rapists.

Meanwhile, Sanya pulled up Elena Igorevna's blouse and pulled off her bra, revealing really small breasts with pink pointed nipples.

- And there is nothing to undertake, - muttered Vitek. Sanya nodded and squeezed his breasts with his hands. Elena Igorevna howled softly in horror, occasionally tugging at her hand or foot, but holding her securely. Now Sanya pulled the skirt from the teacher (Vitek holding her legs helped him and threw the skirt into the corner), then ...