Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2006 11:10:31 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com> Subject: Senior Cut Day 03 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?' "Senior Cut Day" 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Suddenly a shadow is cast over the lot of high school seniors, standing there, hands behind heads, elbows perched high, revealing dark pits. Coach Ransom's six foot, two inch physique blocks out the early morning sun. As Rico tries desperately to tame the monster between his legs, their coach smiles and evil grin. "Won't you boys ever learn?" "Owwwwwwch! Ai-carumba!" "Shit!" Sean blurts out. "Oh man that's gotta hurt!" Anthony comments. Grinning at his actions, Coach Ransom watches the class `baby', seventeen year old Rico, hop around, his cock and balls bouncing around, after tapping it harshly with the back of his fingertips. Getting hit with fingernails, leaves the same impression, as if pins attacking his 9.5c. Seeing him dance about, Coach starts laughing, "Haa ha ha ha ha..." The guys, even though they feel for their bud, can't help but notice the same thing. Smiles break out. Coach Ransom sees an `angle' to be had. He puts it into play. Dropping the comic demeanor, he puts a stern look on his face. "Hmm... maybe if one or two of you would like to take Kevin's place..." Bellowing out from the five buds, came a stream of `nooooooo... oh nooooo.' "However..." Stepping up to Rico, his stinging cock calmed, refreshed in his standing position, arms up, flaunting the Latino's hairy pits, Coach reaches down. Showing no shame in the fact that the high school gym teacher is fondling one of his student's organs, he is able to illicit moans and groans of pleasure. "Looks like we'll have to take care of this, since it doesn't look like it's going down on it's own!" Rico looked worried. Using it for a handle, Coach Ransom pulls Rico along, making him follow his walking motion. A few seconds of traveling time, brings him over behind the frame Kevin is staked out to. Rico's eyes are as wide as saucers, not viewing Kevin from the rear, as opposed to the side view, the same picture their line of attention had been drawn from. "Ai-carumba!" Rico states. Coach Ransom smiles, knowing full well the sight Rico is beholding. He doesn't suspect his gym classes assumptions, of Kevin being here before. For the twenty-eight year old coach, it's old news seeing Kevin trussed up on the frame, a highway cone being worked up his ass, the tip already burrowed into the eighteen year olds chute. "What'sa-matter Martinez? Never seen a guy's ass chute worked over before?" "Eeek! Not with anything but a cock!" The Latino replies. "You other men," Coach Ranson calls out, referring to the other high schoolers, reaching that manly age of eighteen, "front and center, over here." They all report to where Rico has been cock-led. Coach Ransom walks to the side of Kevin. Reaching up, he unsnaps the leather gag. Reaching around, he catches it, as it falls from Kevin's lips, about the place where his treasure trail seemingly flows out of his deep bellyhole. "Kevin, why don't you say something that suggests how much you enjoy having your ass split wide open?" It wouldn't be the first time Kevin has uttered, "Oh fuck yeah.. please `sir'... please lower my body some more!" "Oh shit, Kevin," Sean replies, "do you know what you're asking?" "Oh he knows, believe me... in fact, Keller, why don't you do the honors?" Looking aghast, still trying to perceive Kevin's request and now that of Coach Ransom, Sean questions, "Me?" Insinutating, he says out loud, "I'm sure Kevin would like to experience one of his buddies stretching his ass open... what do have to say, Kevin?" They can't see Kevin's reaction, but are astounded as they hear uttered, "I don't care who the fuck does it... please... I need to feel my ass worked!" Rico had thought he had been brought over behind Kevin for a reason and he voices it, "Ai-carumba! I think maybe I be filling up Kevin, but...." Ransom gets an idea, "That's up to Kevin." "I don't give a fuck... whatever." It's then that the five notice the bead of precum that Coach Ransom pumps from his cock. Before doing anything, he places it up to what they assume if Kevin's lips. They hear a smacking sound, as if Kevin is cleaning off their coach's finger. Then, without warning, Coach Ransom stoops down, grabs the underside of the orange cone, tilts it back against the grain of the sand and plucks it from Kevin's ass. "Arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhooooooooohshiiiiit!" Kevin calls out. About the same time a pucker sound is heard, hands grabbing at the ropes, attached to the black leather cuffs around his wrists. His body sways, his feet almost touching ground. "Oh man... that's gotta hurt," Marc states. Hearing his comment, coach replies, "Yeah, but Kevin eats it up. Don't you Kevin?" Wincing in pleasure, rather than pain, Kevin yields, "Yeah... oh fuck yeah." Brows point upwards, the other guys amazed that a guy would admit to liking pain. "In fact," Coach Ransom provokes Kevin, onwards, "You live for pain, don't you?" "Oh yeah... hell yeah." "Damn!" Sean replies. Then, in a change of subject matter, Coach Ransom says to Rico, "Got that tool all firmed up?" "Am I allowed too?" Rico replies, hands still behind his head. Smiling, he replies to his student's query, "Get on it, Martinez." Lowering his hands, one goes immediately to his cut cock. The other slides to his chest. As Rico slides his hand up and down his barrel, his other hand rubs over the center of his chest, the place where a small mass of teen hair is formed. Rubbing the early morning sweat in, Rico's buds divide their attention, consistently glancing between the jerking action of Rico's hand and Coach Ransom's moving about. They watch as their football coach takes a metal pipe, a `Y' formed at the end, eyes up a place in the sand, proportioned to Kevin's hanging bod and with a metal sledgehammer, pounds it into the ground. Sean's observation of the twenty-eight year old coach is, "Muscular!" "Hell yeah!" Marc, standing next to him, his arms still up, replies. Both are astounded by the means their coach is raising and lowering the heavy sledgehammer, slamming it in the fork of the `Y', sending it into the ground. Likewise, he picks up a second, spacing it, aligning it with the width of Kevin's legs, giving it an extra wide stretch and hammering away. "Will you look at those biceps?" Sean whispers to Marc. "Hot," Marc comments back. Moving behind Kevin, the boys watch as coach reaches down, taking the middle of the bar Kevin's ankles are attached to. With great strength, he pulls Kevin's legs backwards, making the connection of the sides of the bar with the two `Y-shaped' axels, making a clinking sound as they rest in each pocket. "Aaaagggrrrhhh.." Kevin calls out, as his own bod pulls on his arms, the cuffs digging into his wrists. "Get in between his legs, Martinez," Coach Ransom orders him. Without much hesitation, Rico steps over Kevin's stretched out left leg. Without much ado, Coach says, "Now, let's see how hard you can ram his ass!". It wouldn't be the first time Rico's rammed an ass. He didn't live his whole life in Beach Haven. At age twelve he proved what a tough, city-bound kid he could be. He wasn't a hefty 9.5c then, but on a dare, he proved he could fill a crevice and work it hard. Same day, his papi had to pick Rico up at the police station for getting caught fucking a sixteen year old in a public jon. No charges had been pressed on account of the arresting officer, hauling Rico in, made a little `detour'. Being a queer himself, he enjoyed a little action, having his own ass worked over. With concern for the twelve year old, he convinced Rico's father that life in the city would produce a downturn in the youngster's longterm social life. Patting the back of Rico's head, the police officer said in departing, "Take care of yourself kid," offering a wink. So, off Rico went that summer, at twelve years old, to Beach Haven, for a try out visit with his aunt and uncle. He never went back to the big city. For now, standing there and peering straight ahead at Kevin's primed hole, Rico's thoughts revisited that time, five years prior, when he stood in a motel room, looking straight ahead at the stripped police officer, lying faced down on the bed. "Well, if you're not interested in plowing Kevin's ass, think I might just need to drop a load myself!" Without the gang's knowledge, Coach Ransom played with their minds, as he firmed up his own piece. Smiling, he caught out of the corner of his eye, the slackened profile of each of the four, Sean, Marc, Anthony and Jason, relaxed elbows, more concerned with the prospects of `Has Coach Ransom fucked with Kevin?' He smiled, seeing jaws drop open in wonderment. Attention turned back to Kevin, as Rico stepped over the spreaderbar, connecting Kevin's legs, parting his legs wide, pulling back on his body so that his ass chute remained in an accessible manner to accept cock. Rico yells, so Kevin can hear, "I'm gonna enter you now." "Oh yeah. Fuckin' do me man!" % To Be Continued..... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.