“What up coach?” he asked, that cock looking at me angrily.
“Wha…”
“Kneel…” he said softly and just like that I went to my knees, “Crawl.”
Like a dog, on all fours, I moved towards him, that massive slab of meat filling my entire field of vision.
When I got there, I paused…I wanted it so bad but I knew…I knew I didn’t have permission.
“How bad you want this?” he asked.
“Please…” I began to say and then the echo of the freshmen came back, “…sir.”
He locked eyes with me and said, “Beg.”
The words tumbled out of my mouth, “Please sir…please let me worship your cock…Sammy…please…”
He nodded and I began to lick his swollen shaft. The thick vein running up the center was enormous, and I felt humbled as I go to the lemon-sized head and began to lap precum out of his slit…
“That’s it…show me how much you want this…come on bitch…”
I grabbed the base with both hands and began to suck him off as so many bimbos before had done to me. I knelt there, wanting so badly to please him. This kid, he had me so spun, even as I tried to shove that monster cockhead into my mouth, I knew it was wrong. I wasn’t a fag, I wasn’t into guys…but Sammy…
Jesus Christ Sammy…
My jaw ached as I struggled to please this little stud, I had never felt this way, so submissive, so wanting…so completely wanting to belong to someone. I felt like I was 12, following around my friend’s older brother Colt, dying for him to recognize me, to talk to me…he was so built, so fucking boss that if he could tell me what to do to be like him…I look up and it's Sammy instead of Colt and I moan as he pushes me down on his cock more.
I’m 15 and my older brother and friend are home from college…his friend is on the lacrosse team and a fucking specimen. They sneak back in the house at 3 am, drunk as all fuck…we’re all down in the basement and they’ve stripped down to just their boxers as they talk about the night. The friend asks if I have a small dick and I stammer no…he asks why I’m not naked then…as my brother watches I strip and the friend watches…
“Jesus kid…” he said, his hand moving over my sizable bugle, “You’re really packing aren’t you…”
I nod as he rubs me to hardness…my mouth is dry as my brother watches me get hard…
“Your little bro is a micro stud man…” he says leaning back, showing his hard cock in his boxers.
“Takes after me, don’t you little man?” he asks and I nod…proud and confused…knowing I would do anything they said…
I look up and it's not my brother’s friend it's Sammy and I gag as he chuckles, forcing that elephant cock further down my throat.
I’m barely 18 and I’m being shown around one of the many schools offering me a full ride and I bump into what I could only describe as a better-looking me. He has a black Under Armor compression shirt on that leaves literally nothing to the imagination and a pair of faded jeans that make it clear he is freeballing today. He is maybe one year older than me but it feels like a lifetime as I smile and nod, “Hey.”
A small smirk crooked his mouth as he walked by, “Fresh meant…”
I ignore the way my cock throbs in my jeans as I watch him walk away…I look up again and it's not Maverick…its Sammy with the smirk, “You like being my bitch?”
I nod around his cock as tears roll down my cheeks from gagging…
He grabs my hair and pulls me off that monstrous piece of flesh and makes me look him in the eye, “Climb up…”
I crawl up on Colt’s bed, straddle my brother’s friend’s lap, reach back and grab Maverick’s cock and line it up to my tiny, jock hole and I push back…
“FUCK!” I scream, falling out of my bed onto my face.
“Good morning,” the computer intoned, turning on my lights.
“Fuck off,” I curse, untangling myself from my sheets and stomping to the shower. I needed to dream about something else!
I soaped myself, grabbed my aching cock, and furiously jerked off to a jumble of images consisting of guys I looked up to that I am only now realizing I might have had sexual thoughts about. These guys, these studs I envied, that I competed against, what if Jeremy was right, what if I wanted to submit to them? What if I wanted my better to use me?
I moaned as I blew my load over the shower wall…images of Sammy burned into my retina like looking at the sun too long.
“Be a good boy…” echoed through my mind and I leaned in and began to lick my cum off the walls…wishing for the first time out loud it was Sammy’s load.
I got dressed and was driven into work, as usual, I closed my eyes and drifted off as the Dallas traffic held us in gridlock. I woke up to Sammy’s name on my lips and a throbbing cock in my slacks. I got into my office, half expecting Sammy to be there. I clicked the lights on in the locker room…
Nothing.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I went back to my lineup changes for practice. I was moving some guys around and I needed to see them in action before I made it permanent. A few of the guys showed up before class to get an early pump in, no Sammy…I couldn’t figure out if I was happy or upset by that.
By the afternoon practice, it was balls hot again, the guys were moaning but we got our warmups out of the way and moved into the drills I needed to see. I was making Brad do scoops at second when I heard some laughing. I looked over and saw Sammy…
He was standing there, fucking jock straining to keep that piece of horse meat contained…
I shook my head, “Parker, do I need to superglue clothes onto you?”
“Coach! It’s hot as fuck!”
“Do you think they have air conditioning during the game? Put your damn clothes back on because you try that shit in a real game you’re going to get ejected.”
He grumbled and pulled his pants back up, his cock getting caught in the fly, making me slowly tear my gaze away from it…
“You can do it, Sammy! Get it back in there!” one of the guys yelled and laughter erupted across the field.
“They’re in a mood,” Jeremy said as we got back to business.
“Tell me about it,” I said, “Ok, Sammy, get over to shortstop, let’s try our shuffle play.”
He jogged over as they began to run through the double play scoop and throw play we had been working on. Sammy had it down, but Brad was still pausing when he got the ball, a delay of even a quarter second would make the difference between an out and a wasted throw. They did it again and again, it looked decent, but I could tell Brad was just not there. After about a half hour of this, they were both dripping sweat and Sammy stopped.
“We got this,” he said, wiping his forehead with his cap.
“No,” I said exasperated, “You don’t, run it again.”
“Oh, come on coach,” he whined, “We have this.”
I glared at him, “Run the fucking play again.”
He locked eyes with me, “And I said we have it.”
“I’m not asking,” I said.
“And I told you what happened to the last guy who tried to make me do something.”
The whole field was silent as we stared at each other. Finally, I handed the clipboard to Jeremy, “Get someone else in there and keep running it. Parker, my office, now.”
Sammy threw down the ball and stomped off to the locker room. Jeremy put a hand on my shoulder, “You sure you wanna do this?”
I looked at him, “My job? Yeah, I’m sure,” and followed him.
When I got into the office he was standing there pissed, “Look coach…”
I cut him off, “Why did you bring me here?”
He stopped.
“I’m serious, why did you bring me here? To fuck with me? To try to seduce me? Or did you want me to teach you baseball? I need to know now cause if it’s the first two then I can just stay in here and draw a paycheck, but if it's to play baseball you need to knock this shit off.”
“We have that play?” he raged.
“NO, HE DOESN’T!” I raged back and he paused, eyes wide, “Look kid, you may have that play down, but Brad doesn’t, and since the play takes TWO people to get it right we will run it until he has it down.”
He was silent now.
“You may think I am just making you run it again and again to be a dick, but I told you, I’m not that kind of coach. I know it feels like Satan’s balls out there, but you need to learn how to play all nine innings in it with ALL your clothes on.”
He didn’t look upset anymore.
“You can’t be fighting me out there, not in front of the others, it just undermines my authority, and you know that. You have a problem with me, wait until after practice and take it up with me, but if you pull that shit again I will either bench you or stop coaching. Your choice.”
He just stood there, looking stunned before he finally looked away and sighed, “You’re right, I’m sorry coach.”
“I don’t need a sorry, I need you to go out there and get Brad to stop flinching. Ok?”
He nodded and put his cap on, “Yes sir.”
I pointed to the field, “Go!”
He jogged out, looking as good leaving as he did coming…
Fuck what was wrong with me?
The rest of practice went well, Brad almost got it but more importantly, the guys saw Sammy doing what I said which seemed to cement my authority. There was nothing but yes coach and no coach for the rest of the day from all of them.
We came inside and as the guys showered Jeremy talked to me in my office, “What the fuck did you do?” he asked, trying to hand me a shake.
I declined, “I talked to him and reminded him who the coach was. He isn’t a bad kid, he just has control issues.”
Jeremy laughed as he downed his shake, “Sammy Parker is a control issue, anyways, that was impressive as fuck man. I don’t know what went down in here, but those kids will walk through fire for you now. Their alpha acknowledged you as an equal…they’ve never seen that before.”
I shrugged, “I just came here to coach baseball.”
He laughed and threw the shaker away, “Sure Pete, well I am out of here, have a good weekend, good luck next week.”
“What’s next week?” I asked, but he was already gone.
I pulled up my calendar, what the hell was next week?
“Coach?”
I looked up and saw Sammy leaning in the doorway…
He had a towel wrapped around the trim little waist and looked at me with an innocence I hadn’t seen from him before.
“What are you still doing here?” I asked, “Everyone’s gone.”
“I wanted to apologize,” he said coming in.
I shook my head, “I told you, I don’t need that, I just…”
“No,” he said cutting me off, “I NEED to apologize.”
I stopped and waited.
“I’ve always hated being told what to do, my brothers loved bossing me around, telling me what to do…which is why I probably jumped at the chance to fuck them. When that guy fucked me…”
He paused, and I had the impulse to go to him and give him a hug…but I knew he needed to get through this.
“I hated it, I hated the way I was out of control…I mean sure I loved the sex but…” he shook his head, “Anyways, when someone tells me to do something my kneejerk reaction is to fight. You’re right, you aren’t Coach Rogers, and I should have never threatened you like that.”
“Apology accepted,” I said, knowing how hard this must have been for him to say.
“I wronged you coach,” he said dropping the towel and going to his knees, “I need to be punished.”
I sat there openmouthed, looking at this perfect fucking stud look at me so submissively.
“I…I don’t know what you want,” I stammered.
“Punish me, coach, I tried to use the leverage I had over you and that was wrong, I need to be punished for it.”
My voice was barely above a whisper, “How?”
He got up and I watched as that cock swung back and forth like a python dangling from a tree, “Anything you want,” he said coming around to my side of the desk, “I submit to you.”
I had never been so turned on in my life, but so unsure of what to do.
“Here,” he said, bending over my desk, “Spank me.”
That flawless ass looked back at me, looking like it was carved of tanned marble, my hand moved up and moved across the smooth surface against its will. It was so warm, so soft I had to stifle a moan as I pulled my hand back.
He looked back at me, “Spank me coach, I’ve been a bad boy…”
There was the slightest twitch of his mouth and I realized he was teasing me…taunting me…
I stood up and brought my hand down hard on his ass, he yelped as I spanked him. There was something in the way the muscles in his back tensed when I impacted that I did it again. I heard a slight, “Oh….” Escape his lips as spanked him again and then again, harder each time.
“You aren’t always in control,” I said, lusting at the way his beefy cheeks jiggled as I slapped them over and over, “You aren’t always right,” my desk was moving with each slap so I grabbed him and pulled him over my lap so I could hold him still, “You get that boy? You understand sometimes you aren’t in charge?”
“Yes coach…” he moaned as I kept spanking him, “I’ll be a good boy…oohhh…coach that burns!”
“You going to listen to me?” I asked, a hard slap, and then waited.
“Yes sir…please…it hurts…”
“Who’s in charge in here?” I asked hardest slap yet.
“Fuck…you are sir…please…mercy.”
I stopped, his ass glowed red and was warm as I moved my hand gently over it, “I didn’t mean to hurt you…but you have to learn,” I said.
“I know sir,” his voice was strained with emotion, “I’m sorry…”
I leaned down and kissed the tender skin, “Shhh…I’m sorry.”
He gasped slightly as he felt the feather touch of my lips as I did it again and again. I grabbed my water and took a swig of it and then licked his right cheek fully, the coldness of the water making him jump, “Oh coach…that feels good…”
I poured the water directly onto his ass and then began to lick it off, lapping at the firm mounds as he squirmed. He moved towards my desk, half crawling off my lap and I moved him onto the surface. He knelt there on all fours on my desk and I kept licking the water away, my hands pulling his asscheeks aside, exposing a perfect, pink, hole…
“Coach…” he breathed, “I’m a top…”
For some reason hearing him protest sparked something in me and I leaned in, shoving my tongue into him.
“Shiiitt…” he hissed as he felt me violate that tight, little jock hole.
He ached his back automatically, pushing that perfect ass onto my face. I held him firm as I began to eat him out as I had so many girls before him. He tasted of soap and innocence as I felt his hole flutter around my tongue. His moans and gaps were like fucking honey as I realized how badly I had wanted to teach this kid a lesson.
“Please…” he whined, “Coach no…I’m a top…I’ve never…”
The words burned my mind as I held him steady and probed even further, eliciting a deep moan as his head hung down in defeat. His cock bobbed upwards, smearing precum all over his cut abs as he rocked back onto my tongue unconsciously, fucking himself on my tongue one inch at a time.
“Oh, coach…oh coach…” he whimpered, pushed back harder and harder, “What are you doing to me?”
I was consumed by lust now, I didn’t just want to use this kid…I needed to!
I slipped my ass out of his quivering hole and pressed one finger up…
“COACH!” he cried out as he felt me enter him, “Oh please coach…no…” he sobbed, “I’m a top, I’ve never…”
I inched my finger up that virgin hole, marveling at how tight and subtle it was. I moved it up and crooked it and he gasped as I moved past his bitch button. Our assistant coach back at A@M used to take bets he could make the straight guy on the team shoot from just his ass being fingered. Mind you this was after a playoff game and we were all fucking wasted as shit. No one believed him so Josh Walker said bullshit and volunteered.
The coach began fingering him and within three minutes Josh was hard as a rock, pushing back on his hand like a dog in heat. Within five minutes he fired eight huge loads of cum to a cheering team as he cried out in pleasure. Later I asked the coach to explain it to me, for you know, party tricks or something…
Yeah, I don’t know how I never knew either.
So now I had this fucking stud’s jock clit on my fingertip and he was shaking as this top felt himself get fucked for the first time.
“Yeah, you like that Paker?” I said, tickling it more.
“Oh…oh shit…” he gasped as I made him jump like a puppet, “Please coach…I’m sorry, I won’t…”
I slipped the finger out and added a second.
“FUCK!” he shouted as I began to make him feel things he had never imagined before.
“Yeah, big bad top,” I teased, “You like that Parker? You like me fingering your pussy?”
“Oh coach…” he whined, “No…” he tried to fight even as he pushed back on my hand, “I’ll be good…”
I knew I should have stopped…I should have let up…
But I couldn’t, I wanted more!
I grabbed his waist and pulled him back, making sure my fingers stayed glued to his clit. He let out a lungful of air as he impaled himself on my hand, he leaned back into me, and I saw that magnificent cock just jutting out like a work of art.
Making sure I was pressed up against his cunt I grabbed that cock and began to stroke it, “Huh Sammy? You like that? You like me fingering your jock cunt?”:
His head flailed from side to side, “Oh coach…shit…oh feels so…”
I stabbed upwards and his cock pulsed, rewarding me with a glob of precum over my fingers as I sped my strokes up, “Yeah you gonna be my good boy from now on?” I asked as he writhed in my lap, that cock feeling like it belonged on a horse rather than a teen jock.
“Oh coach…I’ll be good…oh I promise…oh keep playing with my pussy…please…”
Hearing him surrender made my cock fucking pulse in my slacks and I realized I was close to cumming without ever touching myself.
I began to finger him harder as my hand blurred over ten inches of Texas meat, “You gonna be my little cunt boy Sammy? You gonna be my good girl?”
“Oh, coach yes!” he squealed, “I’m your good girl…I’ll be your good jock girl…”
His words made my balls tingle, and I realized I was going to shoot!
“Shoot for me Sammy,” I said in his ear, “I wanna see you cum…”
He looked back and our lips met, “I’m cumming…” he whimpered as we kissed…
His cock was like a volcano, I literally lost my grip as he shot what had to be gallons of teen jizz all over my desk. His ass clenched down on my finger as he came, both of us holding our breath as our bodies shook from our orgasm.
My cock was like a firehouse in my pants as I came from just hearing this fucking stud submit to me…untouched…best orgasm of my life…
His cock began to soften in my hand as he seemed to melt back into me. I slipped my hand free as he turned to me again and began to kiss me. He turned around, facing me as he straddled me as we made out, my hands moving up his muscular back as his mouth consumed mine.
I don’t know how long we sat there, just kissing, covered in sweat and cum, but finally, he pulled back, his tanned skin glowing from sex.
“Thank you, coach,” he said smiling.
“You gonna be my good boy?” I asked, closing my eyes and leaning to kiss him.
He laughed, “No.”
I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me.
“What did you say?” I asked, trying to sound stern.
He got up, that fucking flawless body inches away. He stretched, “I said no, I won’t be your good boy,” he looked back at me and winked, “I mean look what being bad got me.”
I felt myself blush slightly, his whole demeanor had changed, “I’m sorry if I went too far…”
He went over and grabbed his towel, “Not at all, you have a talented tongue,” he said wrapping it around his waist again, “I mean it, seriously best rim job I had ever had.”
I paused, “Wait, I thought you had never…”
He smiled, “Never what? Got fucked? Coach, the first story I told you was about the guy and his friend fucking me. I mean I am a top, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like getting fucked now and then, even if it’s a tongue.”
I was confused, “Wait…then what…”
“Remember when you asked how I could get you at any time?”
I nodded.
“That’s how…” he turned and walked back to the shower, “Have a good weekend coach!”
He walked out, leaving me dumbfounded.
That little fuck played me.
And damned if I didn’t want more.
Epilogue
An hour after Sammy left and I took a shower myself I was in the process of taking off, I had a whole weekend of nothing to look forward to. I called my driver and was grabbing my bag when I saw someone in the doorway.
“Go home Parker, we aren’t doing that again.”
“Who’s Parker?”
I turned and felt my breath catch…
“Alex Barnes?” I asked, not sure if I was awake or not.
He smiled and walked in, “Pete Topps, we finally meet!”
We shook hands and I could not believe he was here, “What are you…” I paused, “Shit am I getting fired?”
He laughed, “No, I’m here for next week.”
I looked at him confused.
“Alumni Week?”
More confusion.
“I’m here to help you coach for the next week, surprise!”
A dozen memories of my wet dreams recently involving him danced through my mind and I felt my cock react…
I think I am in trouble.
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