The Shower
I gathered myself up quickly.
What the hell did I just see? Did I just jack off to it? What the fuck was wrong with me? As I tucked my shirt in I watched Jeremy get dressed over the camera, he seemed happy for a man who just got raped by a student. But was that what I saw? I mean my knee-jerk reaction is to say rape, but Jeremy seemed not just into it but craved it. He had been way into it and obviously got off on Sammy using him.
And part of me was as turned on by it seemed.
I turned the cameras off and tried to clear my head, I had not been myself since I had gotten here. The dreams, the weird thoughts, odd urges…but this…this was too much. Watching Sammy rail Jeremy, a guy who was close to my own age had affected me. I was turned on, I mean super turned on. Even now I could still see that cock, his perfect body…grinding, thrusting…
I shook my head, no…enough of that shit.
“Hey,” a voice called from my door, “You ok?”
I looked up and saw Jeremy standing there, not looking like he had just gotten his guts rearranged by a teenager.
“Yeah,” I lied, “Just a headache.”
He walked over and grabbed us two proteins out of the fridge, “Tell me about it, so you read the files?”
I nodded as I took mine, “Interesting notes, but I think I got what I needed.”
“They’re good kids, they just need a firm hand.”
I tried not to give him side eye as I sipped my drink, firm hand? I just saw this guy beg to be fucked and he thinks they need a firm hand?
“So, tell me about Sammy,” I asked, wondering what he would admit.
“Well, he’s a great player, he’s been playing since Pop Warner, he was recruited out of his high school last year. From what I read he had also been on the Water Polo team, but Baseball was his first love.”
I nodded, so far, he sounded like every other baseball jock I knew.
“Coach put him on 2nd but he played shortstop at his high school, I thought that was a mistake. He thinks fast on his feet, and it’s wasted on 2nd, but there was no telling Rogers anything. His problem was that he took everything Sammy did as a challenge, so I honestly think he put him on 2nd as a punishment.”
Well, things were starting to make sense now. Coach Rogers tried to level an iron fist on Sammy and Sammy fought back. And well, we all know how that ended. So, the trick here was how to manage Sammy while trying to coach the team.
Now if I only knew how to do that.
“So, any suggestions on how to manage him?”
I saw him fidget and try to think of a proper answer. He had been told by Sammy not to talk to me about him, but the kid wasn’t here…would Jeremy still obey?
He was silent, drinking his shaker until it was empty before answering. Finally, he said, “Listen to him, he knows what he wants and he’s not stupid. Hear him out and then figure out if he’s talking sense or not. Rogers was sure this kid was out to get him when I am pretty sure Sammy just wanted the old man to leave him alone.”
A diplomatic answer, but it was a good one.
“You gonna be here after school?” I asked, “I’m sitting them all down to talk.”
He shook his head and tossed the shaker in the trash, “I got practice today, but you got this.”
Shit, I kinda wanted the backup.
“Ok cool,” I said standing up, “You here tomorrow?”
“Yeah, you wanna get a workout before school?”
“I’m at that condo place…”
“Jericho? Damn, that’s tight…let them know I’m coming, and we can grab a workout and then ride in together.”
“That sounds awesome man, you and Rogers weren’t tight?”
“Fuck no, I think he thought I was a janitor.”
That made me laugh, I knew that kind of coach and they drove me nuts too.
“Ok dude, I’m gonna bounce. Good luck with the dawgs…” he said walking out, “You got this!” he said giving me double finger guns.
I did not feel like I had this.
I spent the rest of the day wandering around the gym, seeing the setup we had. Professional; massage tables, ice baths, steam room…for a fucking high school? The gym area was insane, these machines were top of the line, digital displays, wifi so they could sync up with your Apple watch…I mean fuck. I played college ball and had nothing this fancy to train on.
I was suddenly understanding Coach Roger's frustration.
These kids had every advantage and most likely were spoiled as fuck. I’d be a little resentful if I saw someone be given all of this and then piss it away. I walked back to my office, trying to figure out how to do this properly. These kids were practically royalty, I mean the principal told me I was there to serve them. So how could I control them while not pissing them off?
An answer did not jump into my head.
I spent some more time going through that folder, praying an answer was in there that Rogers had missed. When the last bell rang, I felt a stab of panic, I was out of time. I pulled on my jacket and looked at myself in the mirror one last time.
To me, I didn’t look like a coach, I looked like some kid playing dress up.
There was an actual briefing room in here, we had one of these at A&M but I had never heard of one in a high school. I sat at the head of the room and watched them walk in. As I waited for my team to arrive, I checked the folder on my desk to familiarize myself with their faces. The first one to arrive was Cody. He was a little shorter than I expected, maybe 5'7", but his frame was packed with muscle. I could tell from the picture in the folder that he had a tight, lean body underneath his black blazer.
As he walked in, his face broke into a charming smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. His sandy blond hair was styled in a messy, textured look, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement. His blazer hung perfectly on his shoulders, and I couldn't help but notice the way it hugged his toned chest.
He gave me a small wave, “Hey coach!”
His smile was infectious, and I nodded, “Hey Cody, have a seat.”
He put his backpack down and grabbed a seat while two more boys walked in.
Josua and Ty were in conversation as they entered, and they looked like they had walked out of a CW teen show they were so handsome. Josua glanced up and saw me, nudged Ty and they both looked at me pausing. They were taking me in as I examined them, finally, Ty said, “Yo coach, sit anywhere?”
I nodded and they sat together.
Next was Ricky and I couldn't help but notice his striking features. I mean the way his dark hair fell in disarray over his forehead, his green eyes sparkling mischievously, and that killer smile that surely made girls weak in the knees…he was a sight to behold.
Ricky walked in with a confident swagger, his phone in hand and a cocky grin on his face. I welcomed Ricky with a nod and directed him to take a seat, he nodded and went back to his phone.
Three kids walked in together and they looked like triplets. Tom and Luke were twins and if someone told me they had been designed by scientists from Abercrombie and Fitch I would have believed you. Standing in front of me were two identical twins, both with stunning looks. They were both tall, around 6 feet, with lean, athletic bodies. Their blond hair was perfectly styled, framing their chiseled faces. Their piercing blue eyes were captivating, and I found myself unable to look away.
Tom and Luke were dressed in their black blazers and dark green ties, all of it fitting them perfectly, accentuating their toned physiques. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy, knowing that at their age, I was nowhere near as good-looking as these two boys.
The third was Logan, a cute baseball jock, with blond hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. His uniform hugged his muscular frame perfectly, highlighting every bulge and curve of his toned body.
As he walked towards me, I couldn't help but notice how much he resembled the twin brothers, yet Logan had his own unique charm and physique that made him stand out. His biceps bulged under his blazer, and his broad shoulders emphasized his chiseled chest. He gave me a nod and a small smile as he took a seat, his tight pants stretching over his muscular thighs. I couldn't help but feel a stir in my pants as I imagined running my hands over his toned legs.
Where the fuck did that come from?
Suddenly, the doors opened, and in walked two of the most attractive teenagers I had ever seen. Brad and Sammy.
Brad, the kid I had met this morning, was a tall, red-haired jock with piercing green eyes. He was dressed in his school uniform, which looked like it was a designer peice instead of a required outfit. His toned, muscular body was evident through the tight fabric of his shirt. He had a square jaw and perfectly chiseled features that made him look like he had just stepped off a runway. It was clear that he had spent hours in the gym perfecting his body.
But as hot as Brad was, he was nothing compared to Sammy, he was a sight to behold. With his sun-kissed blond hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light, he was a living, breathing work of art. His skin was tanned and flawless like he had just returned from a long summer vacation in the tropics. He had a perfectly proportioned nose and full lips that seemed almost too perfect to be real.
But it wasn't just his facial features that made him stand out. His body was equally impressive. His broad shoulders and narrow waist created a V-shaped torso that tapered down to a tight, flat stomach. His arms were toned and muscular, with just the right amount of definition to make them look powerful but not bulky. His chest was firm and defined, filling out his black blazer in all the right ways.
Sammy's legs were long and lean, with well-defined quads and calves that showed off his athleticism. He walked with a confident swagger as if he knew he was the most attractive person in the room. And to be fair, he was probably right.
There was something about Sammy that was almost ethereal. He was like a Greek god come to life, with his sculpted features and perfectly toned body. It was impossible not to be drawn to him, to be captivated by his beauty.
He saw me and smiled, and I swear the room seemed to tilt under me…
He pointed to a seat in the front and Brad obediently sat down, Sammy sat next to him and looked at me, like he was giving me permission to start.
Jesus, I can’t with this kid.
“Ok, let’s settle down,” I said, but the conversations continued while Ricky kept typing on his phone.
“Hey!” Sammy barked, looking back at the team, “Pay attention!”
Damned if they didn’t stop talking and look expectantly at me.
“Thanks, I’m coach Topps, and I’m your new coach.”
“After Rogers bitched out,” I heard Logan mutter, and a couple of chuckles followed.
“I’ve been going over the files and I have a good idea about you guys, but I’d like to see it for myself. So why don’t we go around the room and you introduce yourself.”
No one talked and finally, Cody said, “I’m Cody, sophomore, I’m from Colorado, I love skiing and snowboarding, and am here to serve.”
I paused for a moment, “Um thanks Cody, who’s next?”
“I’m Ty, junior, from C-Town, and am the best you’ve ever seen.”
More laughter as Josua went next.
“Josua, sophomore from California, God has brought me to Eden to serve in his name, and in his name we will be victorious.”
He sounded incredibly sincere.
“Ricky, junior, Miami, whatever.”
Stereotypical tough guy.
“Tom,” and then, “Luke,” from, the twins, “San Deigo but were military brats, “Tom explained, “Both juniors and we are here to serve.”
Why do they all keep saying that?
“Logan,” looking at the twins, “No relation,” some chuckles, “New York, senior, here to serve my betters in any way possible.”
“Brad, Foster, Texas, senior, here to play and to win, though not in that order,” laughter from a couple of the guys, “Am here to serve my betters.”
He looked at Sammy when he said that.
Sammy locked eyes with me and smiled, “You know who I am,” he said as if we were alone instead of surrounded by the team, “Am from here in Richardson, just transferred, played baseball and water polo at my old school. I’m the youngest of three, I know what I want…and I always win.”
The room was silent now, no chuckles or laughing now.
“What about you coach?” he said after a second, “Tell us about yourself.”
How can this kid make it his meeting with one question?
“Most of you know I play for A&M, I’ve been playing baseball my entire life. I hit my first ball about the same time I took my first steps. This is not just a game for me, it’s a lifestyle. I’m here to make you better players, that’s it. If you’re better players we will win more games, it’s that simple. I believe in hard work, but I also believe in hard play, I am not one of those hardasses that think we should work and work and then more work. I know the benefit of taking a break, so we will be doing that too.”
They were all nodding, except Sammy, who was just staring a hole through me.
Brad raised his hand, “What about running?”
Again, with this question.
“Ok look, guys, its baseball, we run. I know it sucks but yeah, we will be running a lot.”
Brad opened his mouth to say something, but Sammy stopped him, “Can I ask you a question?”
I nodded.
“What do we look like?”
I paused, not sure what he was asking.
He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt, “I mean take a good look,” he pulled it open, revealing a flawless set of tanned abs that would look perfect on a superhero. I could see the firm muscles of his pecs and the way his cum gutters tapered into his slacks.
I swallowed hard, “What about it?”
“Do any of us look like we don’t like to sweat? I mean honestly, there isn’t an extra ounce of fat on any of us. So do you think we are afraid of running?”
They didn’t, if anything they looked like a pack of fitness models that could teach others on how to look better.
“Then I don’t understand the question.”
“We work out, constantly,” Sammy explained, “Most of us twice a day, so when we do something wrong, we really hate something we already do being used as punishment. If anyone did anything all Rogers would do was make us run and it got old.”
My first instinct was to argue with him, laps were an age-old punishment in nearly every sport I knew. I had run hundreds of miles in my time playing sports and to hear a jock complain about it kinda triggered me.
But that was what happened to Rogers and look where he is.
“Ok, so then what’s the alternative?” I asked him.
Now it was his turn to pause.
“I’m serious, look, this is a room full of guys, someone is going to fuck around. As the coach, what am I supposed to do as punishment? If I am not going to give laps, what should I do?”
“Give me an example,” Sammy asked.
“Ok, Ricky is on his phone again. Normally I’d take the phone and say give me ten laps, what do you suggest I do?”
Sammy looked back and scowled at Ricky, who sheepishly put his phone away. Turning back to me he said, “You could give him a warning.”
“I could, but we both know that does nothing. He knew he should have been paying attention and yet he refused, so what do I do to him that will discourage him and everyone else from doing it again?”
He stopped and thought about it, the rest of the guys were silent, waiting for him to speak for them. Finally, he said, “It should be something we hate, something that we would never want to do willingly.”
“Ok, then what would that be?”
Another pause and then he offered, “Well we hate school.”
Damned if this kid had come up with an idea.
“So instead of laps, you break a rule and you’re staying here after school?”
I saw the looks of disproval on the other guy's faces and knew he had come up with an answer. Sammy looked around and then back to me, “Yeah we could agree with that.”
I held out my hand and he got up and shook it, “We have a deal then.”
“Cool,” he said with a grin.
“Any other problems?” I asked him, “Issues we need to address?”
He looked back at the guys and one of them mouthed something to him. He looked back at me, “Oh right, we want to play music after practice, Rogers hated it.”
I shrugged, “As long as you don’t play crap I don’t mind.”
A couple of the guys let out a cheer and I had a feeling this was going to be easier than I thought. “Ok, so I know I said don’t dress out…but if that’s all we have to talk about, anyone up to sweat?”
They cheered and jumped up and began piling into the locker room. Sammy stayed back, “You really gonna listen to us?” he asked.
“I’m here to teach you guys, I don’t see that happening if all we are going to do is fight. I’ve had more than a few coaches that were just dicks and could have gotten more out of us if he had just listened. I don’t want to be that kind of coach, so yeah, I’ll listen. I mean I’m not going to do everything you guys want, but I will always listen.”
He gave me a million-dollar smile and said, “Cool, I better go change out.”
He walked out, leaving me feeling like maybe, just maybe, I could be a coach after all.
I went to my office and grabbed my clipboard, I was going to make notes while they practiced so I could get my own impression. I paused, not sure where the equipment was for practice stored…shit.
I walked into the locker room to find Sammy, if anyone would know he would. The twins were naked, slipping on their jockstraps as I called out, “Parker! Where are you?”
“Over here coach,” his voice came from the next row over. I turned the corner and paused…
“What’s up Coach?” he asked as I forced my eyes off his ass.
“I…uh…I need to see your equipment,” I stammered.
He turned to face me, and his cock swung back and forth…dangling there like a python ready to drop down on unsuspecting prey, “My what?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Equipment…” I trailed off, just ogling this kid’s monster cock for a second.
“You’re looking for the equipment?”
I nodded slowly.
“The equipment room is off to the left, Logan!” he called out, “Get dressed and take the coach to the equipment room.”
“Ok!” I heard the other boy call back.
“Normally that’s Jeremy’s job, but he’s probably a little sore today.”
“What?” I asked, finally looking him in the face.
“From working out,” he said innocently, “I’m sure he is sore from lifting,” he cocked his head, “Why, what did you think I meant?”
His smile was a trap, and I froze, not sure how to answer.
“Hey coach,” Logan said, dressed in his uniform, “You ready?”
Sammy reached into his locker and pulled out his jockstrap, “You ready coach?”
He stepped into the straps and then pulled them up over his firm legs, pausing at his balls. I almost moaned as I watched him stuff his cock into the pouch, the material straining as he tucked it in. I had seen guys do this hundreds of times, it was just a normal part of dressing out…but this kid… made it so fucking erotic. His hands pulled the straps down over his ass and then he looked at me.
“Can you make sure they’re on right?”
He turned around and presented that perfect, bubble but that can only be made by years of baseball. The straps were turned about so I reached out and pulled them free, feeling the smooth skin, the warmth…I slipped the straps on properly and then ran my hand over the firm muscle…
“Is it good?” he asked.
“It’s perfect…” I answered as if in a dream.
“Coach? Coach?” Logan said, breaking me out of my spell, “You wanted to see the equipment room?”
I took a step back from Sammy as if he was on fire, “Yeah…yeah let’s do that.”
As I backed away Sammy winked at me, “Thanks for the help coach.”
Nodding, I turned around and practically ran away.
Logan brought me to a door where the team’s gear was stored, we grabbed what we were going to need and took it all out to the field. The team followed and we started a basic practice, throwing, catching, all the skills I needed to see in person. Jeremy had been right, they were good, very good. Besides being in great shape they had skills, but their positions made no sense when compared to their skills, Sammy wasn’t the only one who was in the wrong place.
I made some notes to do some skill sets to see individual abilities because I was pretty sure we were going to be moving people around.
After a couple of hours, they were exhausted, and I had seen what I wanted. I blew my whistle and told them to bring it in. “Ricky, you’re on cleanup, grab the gear and get it stored.”
He made a face, but he knew this was his punishment and started collecting stuff up. I saw Sammy pause and then join him while the rest of the team went inside.
“Parker,” I called out, “You don’t need to do that.”
He looked back, “I know coach, but my mom always taught me to clean up after myself.”
I shook my head, if he wanted to help why would I stop him.
Once I was in my office, I began to go over my notes, formulating who I needed to see more from and where they might fit best. When I looked up an hour had passed, and the locker room was quiet. I got up and looked around, the place was empty…but I heard running water from the shower area. I walked over, wondering if one of them had left the water running…
There was a glass door that separated the showers from the locker room, it had fogged up, but I could see through it a little…and what I saw…
Sammy stood under the shower, water cascading over his perfect body. Every line of muscle was defined and highlighted, a small waterfall fell off the tip of his soft cock…my mouth fell open as I watched him soap up his chest and abs, my mouth was dry as his hands went lower, through his trimmed pubes until he grabbed his cock.
I felt my own dick start to harden as that beast between his legs began to awaken.
I felt pulled towards it, a deep desire to just feel that cock, touch it, lick it…
I was shocked by my response, but it didn’t lessen it, if anything it made me want it more. My hand reached out to open the door when another figure moved up behind him.
“Am I still in trouble?” Ricky asked, pressing his hard body against Sammy’s.
“You know you are,” Sammy answered, ignoring the stud behind him.
Ricky kissed the freckles on Sammy’s sun-kissed shoulders, “Come on Sammy…I didn’t mean to do anything…”
Sammy turned on him and pushed him back against the far wall. Ricky slammed into the tile and Sammy held him there by his neck, “I don’t believe you, Ricky, I think you knew exactly what you were doing. I think you were playing your fucking tough guy routine and made me look like a fool.”
Ricky shook his head, looking terrified, and I would have believed it if I didn’t see his cock harden as he was choked. It was a nice cock, for a kid his age it was big, nearly eight inches, on his compact frame and shaved pubes it looked larger…
But in the same room as Sammy, he looked like an infant.
“Please…” he croaked, “I won’t do it again…”
“Oh, I know you won’t,” Sammy said, letting him go and watching him slide to the floor. “You wanna pretend to be the alpha, then you get treated like a bitch. Stand up.”
Ricky looked up and the show of Sammy’s cock blacked out his face and I could see the raw hunger in his gaze that was quickly replaced with fear, “Please Sammy, I haven’t been fucked all year…I’m a top!”
“Stand. Up.”
Slowly Ricky got to his feet, his cock raging hard.
“Turn around and present.”
I heard a small whimper escape Ricky’s mouth as he turned to face the wall, exposing his ass to Sammy. Sammy knelt down behind the boy and spread his muscular cheeks, exposing his tiny, little jock hole.
“Sammy…I’m a to…” and then he let out a gasp as Sammy’s thick tongue penetrated him. I felt my own hole spasm in response, and I had a flash of being face down in the hotel room, Conner’s face buried in my ass…the moans I made…pleading with him for more…
Ricky made the same noise as his face pressed against the wet tile, his ass pushing back instinctively, burying that tongue even deeper into him. My hand undid my pants and grabbed my hard cock as I watched Sammy ravish Ricky’s tight little hole for all it was worth.
“Oh god…fuck…oh Sammy,” he whined, and I felt my cock weep precum as I pressed up against the glass to see more. “I’ll be good…oh god I’ll be good…shit…” he said, raising one leg to give the jock even more access to his hole.
“I’ll be a good boy,” I said under my breath as my hand sped up, “Oh please Sammy…I’ll be your good boy.”
Ricky started to pound the shower wall as Sammy probed even deeper, driving him insane. Memories of my dreams, of Conner using me, of being molested on the plane, all of them were screaming in my mind and I could swear he was eating me out. His warm, thick tongue touched me in my most private spot, licking me where no one had ever touched, bringing me pleasure I never thought I would learn to crave.
“Oh deeper,” I sighed, wishing I had something in my ass…a thought that shocked me but didn’t deter my wanting…
“Hot right?” a voice said in my ear.
I backed up but someone solid was behind me, Jeremy’s voice whispered to me, “Shhh…they’ll hear us…watch him…watch him work.”
I opened my mouth to protest, and he turned my head back to the shower. Ricky was on his tiptoes as Sammy held his leg higher, tongue fucking him savagely.
“He is good with that mouth,” Jeremy said, “It’s almost as good as his cock.”
My mouth hung open as I watched Ricky stop protesting and then slowly start to moan, to his will was broken. Finally, one hand dropped back and pushed Sammy’s face into his crack as a throaty sob left his mouth, “Oh god more…”
I was lost watching, I couldn’t tear my eyes off it as I imagined my cheeks being spread, his hand pushing me forward exposing my hole…
“Ohhh…” I gasped as Jeremy’s tongue entered my ass. I closed my eyes and shuddered as I let a man’s tongue violate me for the first time. I wasn’t dreaming, I wasn’t drunk…this was me, letting him do it…
I opened my eyes and saw Sammy doing the same to Ricky and it was too much. I pushed back against that tongue, imagining it was Sammy…
He nudged further and I let out a moan the same time Ricky did…I was losing my mind. My hand reached back and pushed Jeremy’s face deeper into me and urging him on as Ricky urged Sammy. I arched my back, wanting more, needing more…
Sammy stood up and pressed himself up against Ricky’s body, that elephant cock sliding between his cheeks, “You ready for your punishment?”
Ricky shook his head, “Please Sammy…I’m a top now…”
Sammy lined his cock up to Ricky’s hole, “Push back…”
“P-please…” Ricky whimpered…
“NOW!”
Ricky let out a bark of pain as he impaled himself on Sammy’s cock, the massive head forcing its way past his hole, “Fuck,” he hissed, “Wait…slow down…fuck!” he cried out as Sammy didn’t pause. He just kept going, inch after inch wrecking Ricky’s hole completely.
I watched as Sammy held Ricky still as his cock owned him one enormous inch at a time. Jeremy stood up and before I could say anything slipped a finger into me, I winced as he entered me, deeper and deeper…until he hit something inside of me that caused my whole body to shake.
“Yeah, found your clit,” Jeremy said, “Come on Pete…back up on that finger…”
I was horrified to find myself doing just that, I pushed back against that finger, rubbing that spot like a cat I heat. I watched Ricky do the same, pushing back against Sammy’s cock even as he was begging Sammy to stop.
Jeremy added a second finger, and I closed my eyes as the pain morphed into ecstasy as he smashed that spot harder. “Push that cunt back,” he whispered in, his breath hot on my neck, “Come on Pete…show me how much you want this.”
I pressed my head against the shower door as I found myself grinding back against his hand, literally fucking myself on his fingers. I kept chanting “I’m not a fag, I’m not a fag…” in my mind even as I pushed back harder and harder.
Ricky had Sammy’s cock all the way in him, he moaned as Sammy stood there and ordered, “Fuck yourself…”
Ricky sounded like he was crying as he pulled himself off of that cock a couple of inches and paused.
“Push back…”
“P-please Sammy…”
“Push. Back. Now.”
Ricky shuddered and pushed back, letting out a pitiful moan as he shoved that donkey's cock back into him.
“Oh god…oh god…you’re too big…fuck…please…”
“Again,” Sammy snapped.
“Fuuccckkk…” Ricky sobbed as he pulled it out again…and then slammed himself back onto it. Without being told he did it again, and again, as I pushed back onto what was now three of Jeremy’s fingers, both of us slamming our jock cunts back like the sluts we were.
“I’d fuck you right now,” Jeremy whispered, “But Sammy has claimed you…but he didn’t say anything about fingers…”
I was reared back, pushing myself back harder and harder as I watched Sammy own Ricky. The cocky top slowly adjusted to Sammy’s member and melting under its spell. No more orders were given, Ricky was fucking himself on his own the same way I was fucking myself on Jeremy’s fingers.
“Oh shit…Sammy…fuck…” Ricky moaned while Sammy stood there, hands clasped behind his back, letting Ricky slut himself out all by himself. “Oh man…but I’m a top…I’m a top,” he whined as he fucked himself harder and harder.
“You like that Pete? You like tickling our clit on my fingers?”
“But I’m straight…I’m straight…” I gasped, even as I pushed his hand deeper and deeper into me, “I’m straight…”
Sammy grabbed Ricky’s hair and pulled his head back, “No you’re my cunt, do you get that Ricky? You are my cunt and do what I say, right?”
“Yes sir…oh god please…”
Sammy grabbed Ricky’s hips and began to fuck him for real.
“Dios, ayúdame!” Ricky called out as his eyes rolled back in his head.
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Jeremy began to stab up into that spot and I fell against the glass as my cock smeared precum all over the door. “Oh shit,” I whined, “Right there…oh shit harder…”
Jeremy jabbed up, causing flashes of light to explode behind my eyes. I could hear Ricky cry out as well, both of us begging for more.
“You want this?” Sammy asked.
“Fuck me, Sammy,” I babbled, “Fuck me…”
Jeremy reached around and grabbed my cock and began to jerk me off, “Come on Pete, cum for me…I wanna see your load.”
Three fingers up my ass, five around my cock I was thrusting back and forth, fucking myself on his digits as my balls began to tingle.
“I’m gonna paint your guts you cocky little fuck, next time I tell you to do something you do it!”
“I will Sammy,” I said, taking what he was saying to Ricky as my own, “Fuck me…harder…harder…”
“Cum for me Pete…”
My cock exploded, painting the glass door with my cum as my knees went weak…
I saw Ricky cum at the same time as Sammy emptied his oversized balls into the jock’s hole. Jeremy slipped his hand free, and I fell to my knees, dazed.
My ears were ringing as I watched Sammy push Ricky down to his knees, “Clean your mess,” he growled, and Ricky began to lap his cum off the tiles…
And like a zombie, I leaned forward and began to lick the glass…my own cum tingling on my tongue. I felt Jeremy’s hand on my head, “Good boy.”
I moaned as I licked harder…
The door opened and I looked up and saw Sammy, dripping wet…looking down at me.
“Oh, sorry coach…” he said with a grin, “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
He closed the door and waited. I knelt there, shocked…
“Come on Coach,” he said, “You were being such a good boy.”
My head spun and he grabbed the top of my head and turned it towards the door…
And like the slut I was, I began to lap at it as he laughed.
“Night coach,” he said as he walked off, “See you tomorrow.”
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