I'm Coach's Favorite

I was the one that stepped up and got on my knees when he pulled that monster out of his shorts.

Why wouldn't the other guys not want some of this?

Why wasn't I fighting for a chance to just lick the skin covering his balls?

Why was I the only one looking up at this cock and the man in possession of the perfection that was in contact with my tongue as I dragged my way up it one taste bud at a time?

I turned to look back at the other guys for a moment and saw a number of tented singlets about ten feet away as they watched on.

As I slipped my mouth over the head of Coach Kent’s hot cock I wanted to believe that they weren’t ready for a man’s dick. That his size intimated them. I opened my mouth wider as I pushed my way down his shaft. They were too scared to try and wanted to stick with the smaller dicks that their classmates and jerk off pals possessed.

Even as that thought crossed my mind, I knew it wasn’t fair to some of them. Ron was loyal to his boyfriend. Trevor was still a virgin. Three of the guys didn’t know if they were bi or straight or gay, and this wasn’t how they would want to sort it out. The guys who thought they were straight were confused by the boner they now had.

I bunched my hands into the bright red of Coach's underwear as I breathed through my nose for a moment before I pushed further and trapped the head of his cock in my throat. I closed my eyes while I swallowed repeatedly and held my breath for as long as I could.

The coach moaned out loud when I first started, and three seconds before I came up for air, he shouted the word fuck clearly into the locker room. My heart jumped with my cock, and I knew I wasn’t the only one.

I beamed at what I considered praise and kept most of his cock in my mouth as I caught my breath and sucked his shaft. I heard the rest of the team as they breathed heavily into the room but still, I was left alone with Coach Kent.

They weren’t being made to stay and watch, but they couldn’t pull themselves away. They wouldn’t do something like this so publicly. They couldn’t be watched by a crowd and not feel overwhelmed.

I pulled my lips over the red, spongy head and licked my way back down to his balls. I sucked and rotated them around inside my mouth as I mentally told them to make as much cum as they could because I was ready to have them shot down my throat, and I was hungry. I moved back up and prepared to swallow him again when I felt his thighs spasm under my fists.

“Holy Fuck!” Coach shouted as I tried to suck harder before I slotted him into my throat once again. Right away I felt his hand trying to grab onto my short hair. He tried to fuck my face, but I wouldn’t allow it and stayed glued to his cock as I continued to milk him as he flexed his hips back and forth as I held fast.

“Slutty Fucking Boy!” Coach Kent shouted as he came down my throat. Each heated glob hit the back of my throat, but I had to pull myself free after I felt the fifth volley in order to breathe, but Coach wasn’t finished yet. I kept my lips around his cock as it continued to pulse, and I got to taste his cum.

I came close to cumming myself as I felt all their eyes on me. I felt their desire. Their envy. Their complete attention.

I sucked and licked at the head and shaft until I felt his whole body shiver from the contact of my tongue. I moved back to sit on my heels as I looked up at Coach Kent.  From what I saw on his face, I knew I was going to be kept very busy from now on.