Date: Mon, 03 Nov 2003 17:12:24 -0800
From: Joe Webster <joelaw@inreach.com>
Subject: Sam's Delight Part 1 Adult/Youth
SAM'S DELIGHT
It was a forest. But not like a forest of trees. Oh no, this was a
forest of legs, hairy legs, bare legs, powerful legs, straight legs.
You think of the type of legs and it was probably there. And, between
each leg there hung a hard cock, the balls dangling below them.
Suddenly, some of the cocks were spurting, shooting their cum at the
face watching them. The streaks from them covering that face, a few
shoved into the mouth of the face as strong hands held that face
still. Suddenly, a strident call broke through the forest - "SAM,
SAM, GET UP SAM, YOU HAVE TO GET TO SCHOOL!! SAM, SAM!!" Sam, the
boy, almost a man, 17 years old wrapped up in the covers of his bed
like a cocoon. He struggled to awaken from the wild dream and
shouted, "I"m up Mom, I"m up!!" He rolled to a sitting position on
the edge of his bed. He looked down, his seven inch cock, hard,
demanding, sticking up between his nicely muscled thighs. Not too
hairy, but shaped from all the running and jumping he did. You see,
Sam was a basketball star, at least that was the persona he gave out
to those around him and at school.
Deep down though, it was a different Sam that caused his cock to throb
and seem to get harder. No, it wasn't a morning piss hard, though
that was probably part of it. Mostly, it was the vivid recollection of
that dream. The one he seemed to have every so often. He looked over
at the clock and realized he had about a half hour before he had to be
out of the house. He got up went into his bathroom and pissing, he
stared at himself in the long mirror over the back of the counter
behind the commode. Yeah, he was nice looking, almost pretty in a
way. His chest was not hairy, though there were a few hairs around
his big quarter sized nipples. Down lower, from his bellybutton, a
dark trail of hair led down to the heavy bush around his pissing cock.
For Sam, he hated staring at himself. Not that he hated the way he
looked. No, it was that it seemed to keep attracting the girls at
school and he had to hide what he really was attracted too. As he
stared at the image in the mirror, his mind threw up the image of his
coach, Jack Carpenter. Now there was a MAN. Dark haired, strong
jawed, tall, like most former basketball players were. Wide shoulders
tapering down to a slip waist, muscular thighs and calves, covered in
that same dark hair. During his high school basketball career, Sam had
seen Jack Carpenter near nude and naked and he knew every part of the
man's body.
Well, not really knew them, just could picture them. He lusted after
the man, knew he did, wanted him so much it ached. What he wanted
form the Coach though, was to have the big stud toss him on his belly,
grasp his hips and drive his nine inch cock deep up inside him. He
ached to feel that big cock of the Coach's plowing into his hungry
pussy. Oh and it was hungry, so hungry! You see Sam, was a slut.
Oh, maybe not that too many men knew that, but Sam knew it. Felt it,
begged to have someone release it for him! Sam wanted to be taken by
men, many men. Just to feel the different hard cocks plowing into
him, pumping, forcing him to take them deep inside his body. To feel
the strong hands on his head as they forced the big dicks down into
his hungry sucking mouth, to feed him what he wanted, cum, cum, and
maybe some piss, but mostly CUM! That thought had Sam grasping his
throbbing cock, even though it was still pissing, as he began to
stroke it. Harder, faster, the piss stopping now, though his hand was
covered in it. He drew the fingers to his gasping mouth, sucking on
them, tasting his own piss, wishing it was another person's, a man's!
Sam jerked his cock as the fantasy wove its way through his head,
driving him on till, just before the urgent knock came at the door,
his cock shot. A long arc of cum, shooting from the pee hole of his
cock, to streak the mirror, covering part of his body in the image in
it. Sam shouted, breathlessly, "Yeah!? What do you want!?" He heard
his dad's strong voice say, "Better hurry up bucko! Got a busy day
today and you know you told the Coach you'd be at the gym early!" Sam
muttered under his breath, 'Shit,' as he responded, "Be right out dad.
Almost done!" Sam got out and slid into his clothes and tore down the
stairs. His dad was already at the door as he slogged down a glass of
orange juice. He grabbed his books off the counter, kissed his mom,
saying, "Bye mom," and he tore out the door to catch up to his dad. He
got in his dad's truck as the old man had just started it up. His dad
laughed at him as he sat there breathing hard. His dad asked,
"Running a little late soldier? Or did you dream something that got
you too excited!?" Sam blushed and said, "Aw Dad." His dad laughed
and slapped him good naturedly on the shoulder.
They headed down towards Sam's school, his dad talking all the while.
Sam, well his mind was on something else. That is till his dad slapped
him on the shoulder and he jerked and asked, "What?" His dad said, "I
asked if you were going to take that Snyder girl to the dance next
week dummy." Sam hated it when his dad or mom quizzed him about the
girls he was going with. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Janey
hasn't told me yes or no." His dad said, "Well, there are others that
I know would love to date a stud like you son. All the ones you have
taken out sure must enjoy being with you cause they always call
afterwards." Sam blushed again and said, "Aw Dad, they don't all
call." His dad laughed and said, "Well the ones that I've found that
looked really hot sure do!" Sam said, "Well, most of them are just,
well, they aren't my type dad. Too many frilly things and just, well,
just want more than I want to give them!" His dad looked at his son
for second, and, for a fleeting moment the thought that his son might
be gay passed through his head. He slapped Sam on the shoulder and
said, "Well, it will happen big guy. Besides, I didn't marry your mom
until I was 22." Sam looked at his dad and thought, shit mom was
lucky to have married you! That thought had him blushing and he
turned his head to look out the window.
A few minutes later, his dad pulled the truck into the lot near to the
gym. He stopped and said, "Go get 'em tiger. You want me to pick you
up after practice tonight?" Sam shook his head and said, "Uh, no,
thanks dad, but one of the guys will bring me home. Besides, will
give you a little more time with mom before I get home. You old horn
dog!" His dad shouted, "Why you little shit!" He laughed as Sam tore
out of the truck laughing and waving. Again, as he watched his son
walk to the door of the lockers, he wondered, there's something about
Sam lately that's different. In fact, for the last couple of years he
had noticed some things that just didn't seem to fit right. He looked
up as Sam waved from the door, going inside, and his dad thought, 'oh
well, he'll tell me when its right, always has!' He drove out of the
parking lot and headed for work, his mind on other things. As for
Sam, he pushed opened the door to the lockers, a little hesitant as he
knew nobody but him and the coach would be there. It was just after
six and nobody got to school until around eight thirty any ways. For
the umpteenth time he wondered why the Coach had told him to be early
that morning. "Oh well," Sam thought, "here goes."
He walked in and headed past the lockers and the equipment cage and
turned to the doors marked offices. He walked in and down the short
hall to Coach Carpenters Office. He knocked and that deep voice said,
"Come on in Sam." He pushed opened the door and stopped. The Coach
was standing there, naked, drying his hair and Sam just stared at that
luscious manly body. He felt his cock harden and quickly put his
books in front of it to hide it. The Coach motioned towards a chair
and said, "Sit." Sam sat down and the Coach lowered the towel and
grabbed for a pair of shorts. As he slid into them, he asked, "Guess
you were wondering why I asked you here so early Sam?" Sam said, "Yes
sir. You've never asked me to come before school before." Coach
chuckled and said, "Well, what I have to tell you is just between you
and me Sam. And, if things go the way I want them, I think you'll
like it." He stared into Sam's eyes when he said that, giving me Sam
a strange feeling in his guy. The Coach pulled a chair around and sat
right in front of Sam. As he did, he leaned back, spreading his legs
and Sam held his breath as he took in the powerful body of the man
before him. His dark hair matted chest, the way the hair made a nice
wide swath over his belly and down to the tops of the shorts. The
mound in the shorts, that given the position he was in, made it look
even larger.
The Coach caught Sam looking at him and a ghost of a smile passed over
his lips. He thought, 'Yeah, this is one hot number for sure. Maybe
this is going to be better than I thought." He lowered his arms and
cupped his hands in his crotch, watching as Sam looked down at them
and quickly back up to his face. He said, "Sam. You know that you
are one of the best players on the team. Hell, if it hadn't been for
you, I know we wouldn't have the kind of record we have! As it is, it
looks like we may well go to all conference this year." Sam looked at
the Coach and said, "Uh, well, the guys are a great team Coach." The
Coach nodded and said, "Yeah, they are, but with you playing with them
it seems that they are a more cohesive team than they were last year.
Wonder why that is Sam?" Sam shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't
know Coach. Guess we just play harder." When he said 'harder,' his
eyes jerked down to the crotch of the Coach's shorts. The Coach's
hand was rubbing himself and Sam was a little shocked. The Coach stood
up and stood close to Sam as he said, "Well, that's one of the things
I need to talk to you about. But first. You see, there's going to be
a University scout here today, and, he wants to talk to you." Sam
gasped and asked, "To me Coach!?" The Coach moved to stand up and
moved a little closer to Sam, his crotch showing the growing bulge in
them.
He said, "Yeah, he's a friend of mine and he's in town for tonight and
tomorrow, Saturday. He offered to see you, talk to you, and well, see
if you like what he can offer you." Sam was stunned and excited about
what the Coach was telling him, but his eyes kept staring at the
growing mound in front of him. The Coach said, "Now, I want you to
talk to him, get to know him, do what he wants you too, so you can
make up your mind about where you want to go." Sam gulped, his eyes
liked on the growing mound and said, "I'll do anything you say Coach,
anything!?" The Coach chuckled and said, "Good, now for the second
part Sam. You know, ever since I've known you, I've had a strange
suspicion about you." Sam's head jerked up and he asked, stammering,
"Uh, what, what, do, uh, you mean, uh, what kind of suspicion Coach?"
The Coach smiled down at him and there was a look in his eyes that Sam
had never seen.
The Coach put his hands on his own chest and slid them down, making
sure that Sam was watching. He slid them to his shorts, hesitated, not
sure if he was seeing what he thought, but then, shoved his hands into
them. He pushed the shorts down, exposing his manly crotch, and the
rising cock between his legs. He said, sort of huskily, "I think you
want this Sam. I think you've been dying to feel it, smell it, taste
it even. Am I right Sam? Is this what you're really interested in
baby!?" The word 'baby,' caught Sam off guard as he stared at the
towering manhood not six inches from his face. It was at least 8
maybe nine inches long and curved upward from the forest of dark hair
surrounding its base. Below it hung the big balls, covered in dark
hairs that he had always fantasized would hang there. He gulped and
looked up at the Coach and whimpered a little, as the Coach reached
out and grabbed his chin. He pulled Sam off the chair by his chin and
said, "You know you want it Sam baby. There it is, all for you baby,
hot, hard, aching to feel you play with it. And you do want to play
with it, don't you Sam? I bet you want to do more than play, don't you
little bitch boy!" Sam jerked like he had been touched by a live wire
when the Coach called him a bitch.
He stammered, "Uh, Coach, I, well, uh, uh, I, Coach." He looked up at
the man towering over him as he was pushed to his knees. The Coach
grasped his head and pulled it towards the towering flesh. He held it
by the base as he began to trace the head all over the boys face. Sam
whimpered and gasped as the man slapped his cock against his cheek.
When he did it again, the Coach said, "Yeah, you've been wanting this
big cock haven't you Sam boy? Been wanting to find out what it might
be like to service it, right boy?" He jerked Sam's head up and held
his cock along the bridge of the boys nose and said, "Now Sam, now,
you get to taste it, feel it in your cocksucking mouth and you better
do a good job faggot! Cause if you don't, well let's just say, I
don't have to think about that for now. Now, open wide Sam boy, Daddy
Jack wants to feed you!" Sam was still whimpering, being this close
to one of his idols, one of his fantasy men, naked. He stared at the
big cock coming towards him and knew, he couldn't refuse it, he wanted
it too much. The Coach placed the head of his cock against the boys
lips and said, "Open wide cocksucker! Daddy wants to fuck your mouth
pussy bitch!"
Sam groaned as the big dick began to slide between his lips. He tried
to let his tongue play with it, but the man wanted him to do more.
The Coach continued to slide the cock into Sam's mouth till it touched
his throat. Sam was afraid to gag, even though the action of his body
was telling him he would. He never got too much of a chance as the
Coach continued his long slide into his mouth, down into his throat,
filling it up, forcing the boy to take every inch. It wasn't till he
had every inch stuffed into his ball players mouth, his heavy bush
surrounding those sweet, red luscious lips of his cocksucker, that the
Coach stopped. He held still, forcing the boy to learn quickly to
breathe around the hard fuckstick as it impaled his face on it. He
gulped, making the Coach moan and then, the big dick was slowly
sliding back out. Sam gasped for breath around it, and, before the
big cock could leave his mouth completely, drove his face down onto it
completely again. The Coach's body jerked and he grasped the back of
Sam's head and said, "Oh yeah, oh shit, take it all honey boy, take
every hard fucking inch you faggot cocksucker! Take it!" Sam, for
his part, barely heard the words the Coach was uttering, his mind and
concentration was on the cock in his mouth.
The Coach didn't even have to force the boy to suck on his cock. Shit,
the cocksucker was bobbing his head up and down, little mewling sounds
escaping his lips as he hungrily sucked on the hard shaft. The Coach
pushed Sam's head back, jerking his cock from those red luscious lips
and said, "Shit, you are a hungry cocksucker aren't you Sam baby!?"
Sam licked his lips and said, "I want it Coach! I want it, please,
please, let me have more of it Coach! Oh please Coach!?" Now Jack
Carpenter was never one to turn down some body begging for his cock
and he wasn't going to do it now. He lunged forward, burying every
fucking inch of his cock into the cocksucking boy kneeling for it. He
held Sam's head and proceeded to fuck his face. Slamming his cock
fully, in and out of the hungry mouth, he fucked Sam's mouth like the
pussy it was quickly becoming. Sam moaned and moaned, his hands
sliding to his sides as he accepted and took that luscious man meat
into him. This was what he had been dreaming about, a man, tall, dark
and hairy, making him suck his cock, and maybe, just maybe other
things. He surrendered to his true slut nature and began to work his
mouth on the pumping hard shaft filling him. Again and again, his
face was crushed into the hairy pubes and lower belly of this hard man
feeding him and Sam just wanted it to go on and on.
He looked up at the Coach and the Coach looked down, saying, "Yeah,
you like that big dick in your mouth don't you faggot!? Little
cocksucking slut aren't you bitch! Been watching you, heard a few
rumors from some guys down at the Box Car about some high school stud
bitch that put out one night for them. Was that you honey? Was it
Sam? Did you take on about seven of those ugly fuckers one night!?"
Sam was shocked, scared, and excited at the same time. His secret was
out! Some one had talked, told about what he did at that guy Gary's
house with those rough mother fuckers! He tried to pull off the
Coach's cock, but the Coach chuckled and said, "Don't worry honey,
don't worry! Not too many people know about what you did! Gary's an
old friend of mine and when he told me about the hot young thing that
went home with him and a few of his buddies, I just added it up. Could
be only one hot little fag boy that was almost six feet, dark hair,
bubble butt and the mole on his left eyebrow." The Coach laughed as
he pushed his big hard cock back down Sam's throat. Sam was in
turmoil! What if others knew about his secret? How was he going to
protect himself? All these thoughts were going through his head at
the same time. And, while he thought this, his mouth was being
stuffed again and again by that big Coach cock.
This fact, got his mind to concentrating on what he was doing, where
he was at. He moaned real deep on the penetrating cock and sucked
harder, not caring as that delicious meat was fed to him. He stroked
the Coach's hairy thighs and when the Coach pushed his cock down into
his throat, Sam reached around and held onto the Coach's ass. He
didn't want that big dick to leave his mouth, not ever!" The Coach
moved back a bit and then, said, "On all fours Sam baby! Yeah, like
that. Keep your head up. Gary told me you really liked having a stud
do this!!" With that, the Coach grasped his head tightly and began to
fuck Sam's mouth harder and faster. Sam just gave into the submission
to these big stud and his big stud cock. Sam was almost in that place
he had dreamed about, between some studs legs, servicing his cock,
submitting to him. The Coach, for his part, was even more amazed at
how hungrily his cocksucker was working for his man meat. He pulled
his cock out till it was just at the tip of Sam's mouth and then
plunged it back into the hungry cunt mouth. Sam moaned each time the
Coach did this and squeezed harder on the powerful butt cheeks of the
man feeding him.
Then, the Coach grasped his head even harder and shouted, "Cummming
Bitch Boy! OH shit, cummming in that hot cocksucking mouth of yours
baby! Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, take it, uh, take, uh, it cocksucker!!!!!"
With that, he jammed his cock deep into Sam's throat and blasted his
load down the cocksuckers throat. Sam was working his mouth overtime
to get more of the big meat and the hot cream shooting from it. The
Coach pulled back a bit, allowing Sam to taste the man's cum, to run
his tongue around and around the spurting cockhead, teasing it for
more. Then, when the cock stopped shooting, the Coach drew it slowly
out from his lips. He stood there, over Sam, as Sam looked up at him,
like he was worshipping his god. The Coach backed up and went over to
the desk. He pulled open a drawer and took a tube out. He opened it
and laved the clear gel on his cock, till it was shiny and the veins
seemed to be popping out. He snapped his fingers and said, "Get that
ass over here Sam! Time to really give you what you want baby!" Sam,
as if in his dream, crawled over to the Coach and knelt on all fours
for the man. He wiggled his butt and the Coach slapped it and said,
"Easy honey, easy. Gonna fill that cute butt with this big dick of
mine and take you to heaven." Sam groaned and shivered in want and
need, as he watched the Coach working on his cock. Then, the Coach
said, "Over the desk faggot! Spread them bitch legs and let me see
that boy pussy of yours!"
Sam rose up, pushing papers off the desk as he did as he was told. He
leaned way over the desk, his arms holding onto the sides and spread
his legs wide. He even managed to get his feet raised a bit, which
made his ass spread even wider. The Coach came around and slapped his
butt and said, "Eager for this aren't you fucker! Well, ole' Jack
will give it to you honey! Yeah, and deep and just the way you want
it too!" Sam shivered, anxious for what was about to happen, eager to
let it happen, his mind on only one thing, the Coach's cock inside
him. He moved his hands from the side of the desk and managed to lift
and spread his eager ass even more. The Coach laughed and slapped his
ass a few times, which only whetted Sam's appetite for being fucked.
The Coach moved up to the wide spread boy and stroked the head of his
cock up and down the hot man trench. Sam moaned, arching his back
more as he felt that hot dickhead scraping over his rosebud. He
couldn't control it as his ass hole began to open and close, eager for
what was to come. He didn't have long to wait either.
The Coach slid a hand up the sweating, heaving back of the boy and
grasped him by the shoulder. He asked, "Ready for this baby!? Want
this Sam boy? Do you baby, do you!?" Sam turned his head and as he
did, he could see himself in the mirror on the wall. His legs spread
wide, his ass arched up into the air like an offering, and, the man
that was going to take that offering and make it his own, standing
there stroking his big hard shaft. He gasped out, almost crying in
need, "Yes, yes, oh Coach, yes, take me Coach, oh please, yes, I want
it, I want it, please, give it to me Coach! Oh Coach, please!" The
Coach laughed, hearing and seeing the longing, the want of the boy to
be bred and he moved his cock to the tight pulsating ring. He didn't
even go in slow, just crammed that big cock of his deep up into the
boy's hole. The boy, Sam, screamed out in hurt, pleasure, all wrapped
into one, as the Coach ground his hairy pubes into the trench of the
boys' ass. He pulled back and began to do rabbit hunches in and out
of the tight, wet, hungry hole. He held onto Sam like that for the
longest time s he began to fuck him. For Sam, it was a dream come
true and he didn't care about anything at that point. Cared only that
a hard cock was inside him, stroking him, his body. In and out,
powerful pumps of the Coaches well muscled thighs as he used them to
make sure the boy felt every inch of his cock up inside him.
Sam moaned and his head lolled over the side of the desk, submitting,
letting the man use him the way he wanted. The Coach watched as he
saw his star athlete work his ass like some common whore. He knew he
had one hot property under him right then and his mind was already
planning for something special for the pussy cunt. He slapped at
Sam's wide spread thighs and shouted, "Milk it bitch! Milk my cum
with that ass pussy bitch! Yeah, squeeze my dick bitch, work that
pussy you faggot cunt slag! Work it slut bitch, work for that cock!!"
Sam just did as he was told, never caring, only wanting, getting what
he had fantasized for so long, that big Coach cock inside him. The
Coach began to pull out till just the cockhead was inside Sam and
then, slam into the hot tight ass over and over. Sam was almost going
crazy, his body reacted by pushing back at the throbbing invader. His
back arched in an undulating spasmodic hump as the big dick was forced
inside him deeply. He had been fucked before, but this man, the Coach
was fucking him powerfully, drawing out the hunger and need he had for
being dominated. He lifted his head and almost howled his pleasure as
the Coach grasped him by one hand. The Coach, gasped, "Yes, uh, yes,
yes, take it you fucking bitch cunt, uh, uh, yes, yes, take it all!
You want to be fucked boy, you're getting fucked! Tell me you love it
slut bitch cunt! Tell me, beg me for more cocksucker!!"
Then, without knowing why, as though he was hearing from some one
else, Sam shouted, "YES, YES, FUCK ME COACH! OH COACH, SO GOOD, SO
BIG, SO HARD, DO IT, DO IT, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" His
cries were drawn out as just then, without being able to control it,
his body reacted to the wild fucking he was receiving. He felt his
balls, so tight up against the base of his cock, his ass spasming in
wild abandon on the invading conqueror, and then, the Coach, jerking
him up to hold him against his chest. When he felt the Coach's hard
hairy body against his sweating back, he screamed out, an animal like
shout as his cock shot clear across the desk in front of him. The
Coach, feeling the boy's tight hole spasming, watching the cum shoot
from his cock, laughed in the boy's ear, shouting, "YES, YES, YES, CUM
YOU BITCH CUNT! SHOOT THAT CREAM YOU FUCKING SLAG WHORE! SHOOT IT
BITCH!!!" Sam shot again, another arching ropey strand of cum from
the head of his cock that almost knocked him out from the power of it.
Then, his cock just spasmed as he thrust his body back at the powerful
man using, taking him. The Coach, pushed him down onto the desk and
held him there with his body on the boys', his hips driving his cock
still in and out of him.
Then, even for the Coach the excitement, the heat, the exhilaration of
being able to fuck the one ass he had lusted over for so long, was too
much. He drove that big fuck stick so far up Sam's ass hole, that
Sam's eyes widen and he groaned, never having felt a cock that far up
inside him. He shivered, shook, as the mighty weapon shot and shot,
pouring its love juice into his abused and battered love canal. Then,
the Coach lay on top of him, tightly holding him as his own body
spasmed from the wild fuck he had just had. No fuck that he could
remember ever made him feel so alive, so wild, so powerful! This was
an ass that was made to be fucked and it knew how to please, the Coach
thought as he felt the boys ass spasm and squeeze on his cock. They
lay together like that for a while, the boy, covered by the big
powerful hairy stud, the man, enjoying the feel of the boy under him.
The feel of the boy's sweet ass hole, as it gently milked at his still
hard cock. The Coach was breathing into the boys ear, licking at it
and the sweat off the side of the boys face. As for Sam, he couldn't
tell you how wonderful he felt right then. His mind was in so much
turmoil as he realized, this was what he was made for! This is what he
had craved, wanted, cried at night in sleep for. To be used by a man,
any man, to be taken completely, to surrender to him. And, as though
some switch had been thrown in his head, to surrender to any man that
wanted him!
The Coach lifted slowly just then, pulling his softening cock out of
the tight hot boy hole it had just fucked. As he did, he almost
jerked as Sam slid off the table, to his knees. He looked up at the
Coach and then, slid his mouth onto the man's cock. The Coach,
usually sensitive after he came, didn't even pull back as the young
stud gently, with mouth and lips and tongue, cleaned the big dick till
he let it fall from his mouth. Sam knelt there, silent, staring up at
his Coach as the Coach moved back and tossed him a towel. Sam took it
and began to wipe at his cum stains and the sweat on his body. The
Coach pulled him by the arm and said, "Come with me bitch!" Sam,
shakily, got to his feet and submissively followed the Coach. The
Coach led him to the Coach's shower and pushed him in. He adjusted
the water and said, "Kneel cunt." Sam did and the Coach used the
spray to wash it over the boy. Then, just before giving him the soap,
said, "Open your mouth slut!" Sam did it willingly and the Coach
moved his semi soft cock into the boys mouth. Immediately, he began
to piss, filling the boys mouth with his pungent nectar. He ordered,
"Swallow it you fucking whore!" Sam obediently swallowed the flowing
stream, keeping his mouth on the man's cock even after it stopped
pissing.
The Coach pulled his cock from Sam's mouth and said, "Get yourself
cleaned up bitch. You look like a used whore!" The Coach strolled out
of the shower and left Sam to clean himself. The boy did and when he
finished, he came out to the office. The Coach was sitting at his
desk, his legs spread, one foot on an open drawer, the other over the
arm of his chair. He pointed between his legs and said, "Down you
fucking bitch! Here, where you belong, between my legs faggot!" Sam
did it eagerly and looked up at the Coach. The Coach looked down at
him and lazily stroked the boys chest with his foot. He asked, "Now,
what am I gonna do with a faggot slut like you Sam? I could keep you
here like this, ready to service my cock, and I know you want to do
that, don't you honey?" Sam nodded and gasped, "Oh yes Coach, I do, I
do!" The Coach laughed and pinched at Sam's left nipple with a couple
of toes and said, "But that wouldn't be enough for you would it whore?
You need more cock don't you!? You crave it, want it, don't care how
many put it to you, just so its cock! Right Bitch!" He wrapped his leg
around the boys head and pulled his face into his crotch, as Sam tried
to say, 'yes,' but it was smothered in the Coach's hairy crotch and
alls.
The Coach said, "So, here's how its gonna be Sam. Today, tonight and
tomorrow, you are going to go with the University scout. Then, on
Saturday, he's going to bring you to my house. On Saturday, I'm gonna
make sure that your dreams come true honey! Would you like that Sam?
Want to have a bunch of men using your mouth and ass as their toy,
fucking you, filling you with big dick! With cum, piss, and doing it
to you any way they want too! You would like that, wouldn't you pussy
boy!?" Sam was shocked, but the thought of what the Coach was saying
was so imbedded in his head, he gasped, "Yes Coach, yes, I want that
Coach! Please can I Coach, can I go and be used Coach!?" The Coach
just laughed and pushed at Sam's chest, making him sprawl on the floor
between his heavy thighs. He said, "You bet whore! Wouldn't want to
miss it for the world! Oh, and after you meet the scout, don't worry
about your folks, I'll take care of it with your dad. I don't think
he'd be too worried about his son being wined and dined by a major
scout. Too bad he don't know that his hunky son is going to put out
like a whore for the scout, but that's just sauce for the goose baby!
Now, get the fuck out of here and get ready for classes."