Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2006 15:07:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Cut Day 04

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" 04
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Coach Ransom had his own agenda planned here, as he
watched Rico holding his blunt tool, easing the tip up
to Kevin's lightly haired crevice.
As if a kid wanting something so bad, Kevin whined,
flexing his sphincter muscle, as if a bold invitation.
Resulting from the traffic cone priming his chute,
Rico's 9.5c found no resistance, in poking the tip in.

"Ooooh," Rico sighed, feeling the first half inch of
warmth.

The gang, now so sloppy in their `slave' positions,
arms lowered as if doing crunches, watched as Coach
Ransom moved in, towards the point of action.

"What's he doing?" Sean asked, as if not trusting his
movements.

"I dunno," Marc replied.

"He's prolly going to do something sinister!"

They looked at Anthony.

Anthony retorted, "Look what he did to Rico's cock.
Who woulda thought coach would fling his fingernails
at him, the sadist!"

Anthony couldn't have been more right.

As he said it, Jason yells out, "Watch out, Rico!"

Turning his head, to look behind him, the warning
didn't come with enough haste. Coach Ransom's massive
hand slaps Rico hard in across the ass.

"Whoooooaaaaa! Oooooooohshiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Rico calls
out, as his body jumps forward.

In one great leap, Kevin's ass is fully impaled on
Rico's 9.5c!

"Arrrrrrrrrgghhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kevin screams
out, his body seeking rigidity as the cock slides in
all at once.

"Oh shit!" Rings out the chorus of onlookers.

Not only does a smile, but rounds of laughter shoots
out from Coach Ransom's lips. Not caring about
anything but looking at Rico's navel, slapped up
against Kevin's ass, Rico's thin stomach trail,
aligned with Kevin's ass crevice, he could care less
that the other four gay friends have fallen out of
their cue, approaching the scene at hand, flanking
Kevin's ass, peering at the same thing coach gazes
upon.

"Oh shit," Anthony belts out, "will you look at that!
His whole shaft is sunk into Kevin's ass!"

Jason jokes with Anthony, "Jealous?"

Smiling, with a little giddy, he replies, "Could be!"

The comment doesn't go unheeded.

"Hmm," replies Coach Ransom, "maybe you would look
good in Kevin's predicament?"

"Oh no. I'm not subjecting myself to hanging from that
thing."

Sean says, "Don't knock it til you've tried it
Anthony."

"Yeah, Anthony," Marc backs up his boyfriend.

"Hey, who's side are you on?"

Then Coach Ransom starts in on him, badgering,
"They're right, aren't they Anthony? You want a fat
cock up your ass, don't you?"

"Well....I..."

"Admit it, Gucci. You're a real slut for cock!"

"Well... I wouldn't put it that way, Coach."

"No?"

Suddenly the action drew away from Rico, buried in
Kevin's ass. Walking around the two, Coach Ransom
began pouring his energies into tearing down Anthony's
will. As he approached Anthony, the twenty-eight year
old coach took hold of his own leaking 10c, coating it
with his precum, as he stroked, it, bringing it
straight out from his hairy pubes, as if an
exibitionist, putting his creative wares to view.

"Coach, you.... you wouldn't... fuck me..... would
you?"

Following, next to Coach Ransom, Sean and Marc to one
side, Jason on the other, it's as if there had been
the force of four, against one. Looking down, to his
left, coach noticed Jason's hand, working his tool.

"No... but I'm sure Jason here wouldn't mind plowing
your ass!"

Causing Coach Ransom to stop, Sean and Marc look
across in front of him.

"Shit Jason, you're as hard as a rock!" Sean gasps.

Of course the small band of gay friends have taken
notice of every guy on the football team, one time or
another, either hitting the shower or mulling around
in the locker room. Just the same, well hardly, their
incarceration at Coach Ransom's barnyard setting, this
is turning out to be a lot more than an innocent
lockerroom encounter. Unlike that environment, the
occasional glance is met with an actual feast of
flaunting their shaft with intent to empty their
balls.

"Hard is not the word," Marc comments.

"Man, you're so fucking big," Anthony replies, staring
down at Jason.

By the way, everyguy has lost interest in Rico and
Kevin, except the ones on the giving and receiving
ends. Right now, Rico has latched onto Kevin's torso
and is moving in and out at a nice, comfortable pace,
his massage tool working both of them in sweet bliss.

"In fact," Coach Ransom suggests, "I bet you wished to
God Sean's cock would sink into your ass that day I
paddled his butt."

"No.. no.. it wasn't like that at all," Anthony begged
to differ.

Joking, Sean said, "I dunno. Maybe I was wishing it
would go in!"

Marc didn't like the idea of that and busted his
boyfriend for even insinuating such a thing!

Coach Ransom began working Anthony from a new angle,
adding, "Bet you you can just taste Jason's sausage,
huh Anthony?"

"Shit, Coach Ransom!" Anthony replied, as if
desperation, licking his lips.

"On your knees boy!"

Marc and Sean watched as Anthony caved in, falling to
the sand. His own 9c bounced off the sand, the gooey
tip emerging with particles covering the head. With
his palm, Coach Ransom eased Jason forwards, edging
him onward, no resistance felt, as Jason's 8.5c neared
Anthony's lips.

"Beg for it, boy!"

Coach Ransom's badgering worked like a charm. Slowly
Anthony parted his lips, his jaw dropping down.

"Oh man.. I want you... I want you... I want you...
soooo... bad!" Anthony belted out, with enthusiasm.

"Cool!" Jason called out, as the head of his cock met
up and docked, as if a sailboat moving into a slip.
"Oooooooooooooh!"

Jason sighed out loud, as his cock slipped into
Anthony's orifice, like a hot knife through butter.
Satisfied with how this turned out, Sean and Mark
hadn't noticed Coach Ransom's attention drawn to the
last gay couple on his agenda. He had already guessed
which man fit the bill as `top' guy, watching Sean all
along stroking his cock, as Marc watched the action,
his cock dripping naturally, without provocation.

"Are we ready to tie the knot?" Coach Ransom addressed
Sean.

"Huh?" Sean replied, looking into coach's face.

The two almost stood eye to eye, Sean being six feet
tall, Coach Ransom two inches taller.

"'Fraid I don't get you coach."

"Oh don't you worry, Keller. You `will' be getting it.
Don't think I haven't detected what you and Houtman
mean to each other."

Marc's attention is drawn to the conversation, upon
hearing his name mentioned, questioning, "How's that
go coach?"

"You two haven't fooled me for a bit. One of you
leaving the field for a nature break, the other
following two minutes later. Always, without fail,
taking the same seat together on the bus, to away
games. Entering the shower together, exiting. Same
time, to a tee?"

Both alternated between hanging their head down,
looking at each other, smiling when Coach Ransom hit
upon a true fact that was as plain as day.

"Hey Coach?"

All five stopped their actions. Except Anthony. He
kept sucking away on Jason's tool, as Jason looked
over his shoulder.

"What's up Rico? Ready to shoot your load?"

"Oh no coach. Kevin's ass feels so fuckin' good. I
ain't shooting my load for another two hours!"

Sean looked at Marc, taking his hand and squeezing it,
a sign that he wanted the same thing as Rico
experienced.

"So, what's your point, Martinez?"

"Do you think you could allow... let Kevin off of this
thing, so we can.. get more comfortable?"

Rico squinted not discounting the fact that he might
have over stepped his boundaries, asking to have what
he thought as Kevin as Coach Ransom's `possession'
released from his bondage, on his own say so.

To his surprise, Coach Ransom replies, "He's your boy
now. You call the shots."

"My boy?"

"Yeah, unless you changed your mind about claiming his
ass?"

Rico got it, having seen Coach Ransom throwing the
hint, with a wink of his eye.

None of them understood what Rico said, as he spelled
out in Spanish of his joy. Not knowing how this whole
bondage system worked, coach and the others got a
laugh out of Rico lowering the chains all at once,
Kevin's shoulders falling fast, resulting in the
eighteen year old submissive spitting out sand. He
also winced, as his legs remained extended up and
spread by the elevated spreaded bar. Not once during
the whole scene did Anthony part his lips.

"So, have you taken his cherry yet Keller?"

Disregarding the two separate parties of sexual
encounters, Coach Ransom tipped back a bottle of
Miller Lite, as he chatted with Sean and Marc.

After taking a sip of his brew, Sean replies, "We
talked about it."

"Yeah," Marc carried on the now relaxed conversation,
"matter of fact, that's the special thing we had been
saving to do on graduation night."

Stepping out his vigorous, dominant mode, Coach
Ransom, sitting on a bale of hay, replies a sweet,
"Touching."

"Say, coach, have you ever been in love?"

"Maybe."

"Anybody home?"

Swinging open the barn door, a figure enters.

"Mr. Salgado?" Sean and Marc say in unison.

"I thought if you hadn't been out there, I'd find you
in here, babe."

Their Spanish teacher walks over to Coach Ransom,
embraces him and gives him a long kiss.

"Hey, not in front of the children, Dominic."

"Oh. Sorry kids!"

"So, you do have a love interest, coach?" Sean
ventures to guess.

"You've been talking us up?" Mr. Salgado asks the
hairy coach.

"A little."

Sean boldly asks, "So have you taken `your' lovers
cherry, coach?"

Salgado replies for him, saying, "Why don't you show
them what you can do, Seth."

It's the first time the two teens have heard Coach
Ransom called anything but his school title.

"What? Defile these two youths with porno?"

"I'd much rather refer to it as `sex education'?"

Coach Ransom can hardly turn his lover down, what with
him already stripped down to the beltline, presently
unbuckling his belt.

"Yeah Coach," Marc badgers, "show us how it's done!"

Sean doesn't object to the spectacle either.

"Hmm..." he says.

Not disappointing either party, Coach Ransom waits til
the thirty-one year old Spanish teacher is thoroughly
stripped to the buff, before he leans against the
cattle stall.

"Mr. Salgado sure is hairy."

"Yeah," Sean agrees.

"Wonder if I'll get that hairy?"

Looking down at his own body, the little wisps of
brown hair around his nips, the thin, brown trail down
his stomach, the darker treasure trail, looking as if
it originates from within his deep bellyhole, Sean
replies, "I think it's going to be the other way
around." Then, rubbing his palm over Marc's smooth
chest, he states, "I'll like you anyway."

"Yeah. I guess I should be contented with this shaggy
little treasure trail."

"Yeah, it's hot," Sean says, giving the dark blond
shag a little tug.

Meanwhile, they hadn't been paying attention. They
return to their instructors when Mr. Salgodo lets out
a grunt.

"Oh wow... look!" Marc points.

HIs belly over a bale of hay, the two watch as Coach
Ransom forces his 10c, to the hilt, up their teacher's
ass chute.

"I don't believe he's taking it all in," Marc
comments.

"I wonder if you'll be able to take all of mine in?"
Sean asks his boyfriend.

"Hey. No offense, but you aren't big like coach,
Sean."

Marc suddenly gets a bad vibe from Sean, as if he's
shamed him or something like that.

"No that I really `need' something that big in me. I
mean, I'm not like Kevin and Anthony, y'know."

"Yeah, okay."

Marc still feels like a heel. He can only figure out
one way to make amends. Walking over to a bale of hay,
he lies faced down on it.

"Marc, what in the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? Haven't you been
paying attention to our `teachers'?"

Sean gets it.

"But... but we're saving `that' for graduation night."

Neither one says anything after that. Marc's eyes, his
look draws Sean over to him, as if receiving a
telepathic message.

"You sure you want this, Marc?"

"More than you know, Sean."

"Oooooooooooooooh!"

Looking over, behind them, they first hear Mr.
Salgado's long sigh of disappointment. Next, it's
coach's voice ringing out.

Coach speaks up, with more than a hint.

More as a demand, he states, "Why don't you boys go up
to the ranch house and find yourselves a room?"

"Room?" Sean questions.

"Yeah. Try the second bedroom on your left, at the top
of the stairs."

"Really?" Marc inquires.

"Yeah and hurry up before I change my mind!"

The two scoot out of there.

On their way out of the barn, cutting through through
the sandy pit, Sean takes the initiative, "Hey guys.
C'mon into the house!"

Once again, unplugging Kevin's ass, Rico and he
follows suit. Anthony's tastebuds begin to water as
soon as Jason's cock pulls out.

"Cool!" All six exchange remarks.

Marc asks, "So Anthony, Jason tastes good, huh?"

"Very, but he says I need to lube him up real good
before he takes my cherry."

Sean questions Rico, "So you think you can fill Coach
Ransom's shoes?"

"I think I can give Kevin what he `needs'."

"For sure your cock leaves me `fulfilled'," Kevin
jokes.

"What about the other - kinky stuff?" Sean inquires of
Rico.

"I dunno. Maybe. I'll have to work on that part. What
about you and Marc?"

Smiling, looking ahead, at Marc, his beautiful body,
sweating in the sun, shining like a god, Sean replies,
"I have a feeling that after today we're going to be
sticking by each other for a long time."

That night, even though they knew Coach Ransom would
be pissed, when he realized it, they grabbed the keys
to Kevin's jeeps, smuggled their clothes back into the
jeep and took off for the beach.

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So, what do you think happens with naughty boys?

2 B continued...look for the sequel, "Held For Ransom"

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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