When did you first recognize

After I left my private teacher conference with my band director I knew I’d have to talk to my football coach soon about playing with the band at half time during football games. It was Thursday morning and I had just parked my pick up truck near the field house. The JV coach saw me get out of my truck. I parked near the football field so I always get my gear out of my truck after classes ended.

The JV coach threw up his hand and asked me if I was excited to be playing varsity this year. We chatted and I went on to homeroom and within a few minutes Coach Crawford was standing in the doorway and asked my homeroom teacher if he could see me. I listened. Walked to the door and coach said in a quiet voice, “get your books and follow me.” I did as I was told. As we got to the end of the hallway he placed his strong hand on my shoulder and said..“No fucking football player of mine is going to march with the band halftime show!”

we left the building and headed toward the field house. I could tell he was pissed, trying to control his anger as we passed students as we walked across campus. When we entered the field house he told the JV coach he needed the room. Upon that exchange the JV coach left the room. My coach got up from his desk chair walked around the front of his desk and sat face to face with me. He was speaking almost in a hush, whispered voice. Said he spoke with the band director late yesterday evening. He was aware I wanted to march at halftime and play my horn. Coach Crawford was breathing against my neck and spoke in my ear and was definitely scaring the shit out of me. He stood behind me...leaned over the back of my chair and said, “I understand you lost your jockstrap last night in the band room!” Fear took over my thoughts because how in the hell did coach know about my jockstrap? Coach told me to stand up. I obeyed ... he walked me over to his desk drawer and opened the drawer and placed my jockstrap on his desk. My eyes were as big as saucers.

Coach Crawford unzipped his coaching shorts and stuffed my jock in the pouch of his jockstrap. Fuck, a 16 year old boy that I was could have creamed my jeans right there on the spot. Coach told me he was going to carry my jock all day in his pants so I will know where I left it. He grabbed me by the back of the neck...pulled me close to his mouth and told me to go to class. He then said, “come see me during lunch.” As I turned to leave...he walked behind me. When I got to his office door he put his hand against the door and told me....”as of this point, don’t think about ever sucking the band teacher any more.” Hell, when I got to my honors English class my mind was racing a mile a minute.

The rest of the morning moved by slowly. My lunch block was the second lunch period. As I left the honors building coach was standing there waiting on me. We walked back to the field house. I was excited, scared, horny, and hard as a rock. When I walked into his office I froze. The band teacher was sitting there. The two men chatted, laughed and coach walked up to me and said son...get your jockstrap. My hand was trembling. I knew these men had planned this. I boldly unzipped his shorts, reached my hand in the front of his jock and took my jock. I was confident and didn’t waver. Out of the corner of my eye...I saw my band teacher stroking his cock. He told coach we didn’t have much time since it was lunch period. Coach reached over and started stroking the band directors cock. I got down on my knees and sucked both men’s cocks. Both men were kissing as I licked both heads. The coaches cock tasted strong. Had a musk smell. The men stopped. Took me over to the couch in the coaches office. Both men took turns rimming my hole. Eventually one fucked my face and the other rimmed my hole and fucked me. They took turns. I shot my load on my chest without even touching my throbbing cock. About 30 minutes later they both came. The band director fed me his salty load and the football coach loaded my ass with warm cum. When he pulled his cock out the band teacher ate out my ass and kissed me while we both ate the coaches creamy cum.

When I got to football practice that day coach called me over and said he decided I could march with the band at halftime only at away games. He smacked my ass and said, “home games...your ass is always mine!” I mouthed softly, “anything you say coach!” This arrangement went on my junior and senior years. I was one of the only juniors to letter in band and football. Some people said I was very talented. Naturally they were correct.