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It Started in Coach's Office
Sports were everything in the town where I grew up. Primarily football and baseball. More than a few college athletes had come out of our town, and a few professionals. So a lot of the town identity had to do with the high school sports teams.
I was kind of skinny, and a little shy. My father pushed me into sports, which I wasn't any good at and hated mostly. In high school the coach took pity on me and let me be his `assistant', which mostly meant I was the towel boy. But it kept me close enough to the action that I wasn't a total outcast or a victim of the relentless bullying that went on in school.
I was also fascinated by the hard young bodies on all the studly young men who passed through the locker room. I don't think the guys noticed at all, since they mostly ignored me, but the coach definitely noticed. He started calling me faggot and pussy and cocksucker around the locker room, not in a threatening way, but always in front of the guys. And the guys followed suit. I don't think any of them thought anything of it. It was just what you called weedy little guys who just barely attracted your notice, especially if Coach did it.
Then IT happened. Two of the guys, the star quarterback and his favorite receiver were boning the same girl, and there was a pregnancy scare. I don't know the details, because it was kept real quiet in town, so I don't know if she just wasn't pregnant, or had it `taken care of', but Coach was livid. For about two weeks I never saw him without his fists and jaw clenched, and he never spoke without glowering and growling, or shouting obscenities at us.
Finally one day after practice, he stomped in as the guys came in and hit the showers. He grabbed me out of the towel cage and marched me into his office. "All right, faggot, you're finally going to do some good around here." He shoved me back onto the old couch in his office. He then leaned out the door and hollered for Olsson (the QB) and Todd (the WR) to "get in here". He slammed the door, stomped over to his desk and sat down. And glowered.
Olsson and Todd came in, still mostly wet and holding their towels around their hips. "Close the blinds," Coach growled. This was bad news. When Coach was really going to lay into a guy, the blinds were closed so the guy could get his dressing down without the rest of the guys gawking.
Todd sneered in my direction. "What's he doing here?"
"You shut up. And wipe that smirk off your face." Coach stormed around the office, screaming about keeping their peckers in their pants and throwing away their futures and on and on. The guys just stood there and took it. After a long time, Coach grabbed me by the arm and shoved me at them. "That there is a faggot. Faggots ain't good for much," he said, "but at least you can't knock them up. So here's how this is going to go. Neither of you is ever, ever going to be alone with a girl until you graduate. When your balls are turning blue, you use this pussy's holes to let off steam and calm your hormones."
The guys kind of looked at each other and looked at Coach. Todd, the smarter one, asked, "What? You mean we're not supposed to fuck girls?"
"Not as long as you're on this team and you still have a shot at college ball you don't." Coach reached over and cuffed Todd hard on the side of the head. "You got that, fuckwit? I hear you're messing around with some dumb slut again and you're off the team. Permanently."
Olsson piped in, "But, Coach—"
"Don't you `but Coach' me, you little shit," Coach bellowed. "Faggot's got two holes. Plenty to take care of two fucktards who can't control themselves." Coach grabbed me and forced me down to my knees in front of them. "So I know you can't screw this up too, your dicks are gonna get their first taste of faggot hole right here. You," he yelled at me, "get to work on those men."
I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was my young gay hunger, or maybe I was just so used to Coach shouting at me and obeying. I reached up and grabbed the towels off the two young studs, and grabbed their dicks in my hands.
Olsson was already mostly hard, his 5 1/2" thick cock rising up In two strokes it was pointing straight up and I had to flip my grip around to keep fisting it. Todd's cock was longer, probably 8 inches, not as thick as Olsson's. It took a few strokes to get him fully hard, and his dick only rose to horizontal. But it also started leaking clear pre right away.
"What the fuck, shitheads," Coach shouted as he plopped back down into his chair. "You so stupid you don't know what to do with a hard pecker?"
Even though I didn't have any experience at that point, I knew what to do with their dicks, even if they didn't. I bent over and licked up the underside of Olsson's thick meat, pulling it down and wrapping my lips around the head. I swabbed at it with my tongue and Olsson kind of shuddered and sighed.
I moved on to Todd's cock. Longer and pointing straight at me, I just pulled it with my fist toward my mouth. Todd took a step forward and grabbed the back of my head with one of his huge hands and pulled me in to him, forcing his long cock as far as it would go in my mouth. I choked and gagged on his meat. "Aw, fuck, yeah, choke on that man dick, faggot."
I sucked him a few more strokes. He slapped me hard, yelling, "Watch those fucking teeth, bitch! What kind of faggot doesn't know how to suck a cock right?" He humped his cock hard into my throat and made me gag again.
I pulled off long enough to catch my breath and dove at Olsson's cock, pulling the head down into my hungry mouth. Being careful of my teeth, I rubbed my tongue all around the crown and heard him give a kind of shuddering moan. Glancing up, I saw his blond head thrown back and his right hand sliding up his chest to one of his hard pink nipples. As he rubbed and pinched it, I twisted my head around, corkscrewing my face up and down his cock. I found that I could take the whole thing inches without too much trouble and in a few strokes my lips pressed against his yellow blond pubes. I sucked hard and pulled of with a wet popping sound.
Still fisting Todd's cock, I pulled it closer to me and ran my tongue around the head. Looking up I saw that he was staring down at me with a nasty look on his face. I pulled about four inches of his cock into my mouth, swabbing it with my tongue. "Swallow it, cocksucker!" he yelled, and punched his hips at me and forced his cock all the way down my throat.
Gagging and choking I tried to pull off him but he grabbed my head with his hand and held me fast, his long brown pubic hairs scratching my nose. After a long time he pulled me back by the hair and shouted, "now do the balls."
I ducked under his cock and laved his large hairy scrotum with my slut tongue, feeling the hairs go wet and cold as I did. I managed to suck one of his eggs into my mouth before I felt another hand behind my head, grabbing my hair. "Do me now," whispered Olsson.
His hand guided my face to his crotch. I lapped at his downy ballsack but he just wanted more action on his dick. He held my head back so my mouth opened and pressed his inches into my face. "Fuuuuck," he murmured, "Even Lisa wouldn't suck my cock..."
Todd's hand joined his buddy's at the back of my head and forced me down on the quarterback's cock, pulling me back, and forcing me down, apparently teaching his buddy how to skull fuck a faggot.
I glanced up at Todd with my face still full of blond quarterback dick, and saw that same sneering smirk. Then he spat at me, right in the face. "Yeah, faggot, you do a good job on that meat, and maybe you won't get beat up after this."
From his chair behind me, Coach said, "No, shithead, you don't abuse a cocksucker who's taking care of your pecker. He gets beat up or injured, people ask questions, and your future goes up in flames. Just like knocking up the school slut. You keep this quiet, and this faggot will take care of all your manly needs for you. Anybody finds out and you're finished."
Todd grabbed my head off of his buddy and shoved his dick back into my throat. I gagged a little but was able to avoid choking. He held my head in his hands and humped in and out of my face. "Fuck, Coach, you felt this mouth?"
"Fuck, no," Coach answered, "You think I wanna end up in jail for fucking a minor?"
Olsson responded, "But how did you..."
"You'll learn, shithead. Some faggots just hunger for straight man's cock. They're handy if you're not getting any pussy. Or you're too stupid to not knock one up."
Todd pulled me off his cock and pushed my face into his ballsack again. This time I tongued and tickled and lapped at the hanging flesh. "Yeah, slut, get those swimmers all hot to jump out."
Glancing up again, Todd's eyes were closed, and Olsson was staring down at me, mesmerized by me sucking his buddy's balls. I winked at him.
With that, his hand snaked around his buddy's waist and he pressed his hip against Todd's. I spat out the brunet's long dick, and grabbed both cocks in my fists and started to rub the slimy heads together. Both let out a groan as I ran my tongue underneath both dripping slits, stroking the loose skin up and down their shafts. I stretched my mouth wide and tried to pull both cocks into my hungry mouth, rubbing both all over with my tongue.
I glanced up again and saw the blond's hand move from his own tit over to his buddy's, his eyes glazed over, and his head bobbing down to rest on the brunet's shoulder. Coach made some kind of noise through his teeth. I went back to work on the two stiff fuckpoles with my mouth.
Stroking their cocks and rubbing their heads together inside my wet lips was too much for Olsson and his cock pulsed and a blast of white hot cum spilled over my tongue and his buddy's cockhead. I instinctively pulled away and caught another huge wad right in my eye. I leaped to cover the spewing head with my mouth, to collect the juices and taste quarterback spunk for the first time. He gave me four more big wads, filling my mouth teenaged sperm. I swallowed and sucked up another two dribbling loads.
"Fuck," Coach scoffed, "you always blow your wad that fast?"
"Yeah," Todd moaned, grabbing my head away from the blond and shoving his long cock into my cum sloppy mouth. "He does. Shoots real fast."
"Learn some control, boy. Make it last."
"I'm still hard, Coach," Olsson protested, while his best friend fucked my mouth. "I stay hard and can cum three, maybe four times in a row," like he was proud to show off for his coach."
"Think you can stay hard enough to break in this faggot's cunt?"
"You mean.-- "
"Cornhole the bitch. Fuck his faggot ass. Come on, shithead, he's got two holes and you two have one cock each."
I don't know quite how, but while Todd continued to ram my throat with his long cock, Olsson managed to maneuver me up so I was lying on my belly over a corner of coach's desk. He yanked down my shorts. "Coach, I don't know ..."
"It's a hole, Olsson. You put your hard pecker in it."
Fumbling his cock between my ass cheeks, it took him a few moments to find my hole. It took him even longer to press his slimy cock into it. It burned and I had to stifle a scream as he swung his hips around, trying to find the angle that would let him sink in. "Oh, god," he breathed, "It's so tight."
"Put some muscle into it, shit for brains."
Pressing against me harder, the blond quarterback's thick cock began to invade my rectum. The pain was blinding, and I remember trying to scream only to feel my pain stifled by the brunet pounding my throat as his excitement group. It felt like Olsson's thick dick was tearing through my ring.
I think it was about halfway in when he started to shake his hips, rocking back and forth, in and out, opening me up and claiming more of my guts with every stroke. With the pain starting to subside, Todd jabbing his cock in and out of my throat retook part of my attention. I closed my lips around as much of it as I could and began sucking as hard as I could.
The two star football players on our team, perfect in their on-field coordination, quickly found their sync in the coach's office, both pressing in at the same time, and drawing out together too. Humping into me at both ends, they used their strength to press their dongs into me, forcing me to accommodate their size, opening my fuckholes for their future pleasure.
Todd grabbed my hair in both fists and started punching deep into my throat and I felt the quarterback's hands at my hips steadying my ass for his quickening assault. They were both groaning and grunting as i the effort of fucking me was every bit as grueling as their play on the field.
Eventually, Todd started to jackhammer his cock into my tenderized flesh, his breathing became hard and raspy. He let out a loud groan and began shooting his spooge in my throat so deep I could only taste it as he drew back preparing for the next wad. He must have shot at least three loads of sweet-bitter cream in me before pulling back far enough to let me feel and taste it properly on my tongue.
Hearing and seeing his buddy cum in my mouth, Olsson picked up his pace and was soon jizzing up my ass. I could feel his cock pulse. He wasn't lying; I counted at least three volleys of hot blond sperm flying up my rectum.
Again in sync they both drew their meat out of my holes. One of them slapped my ass hard.
Coach stood and looked through the closed blinds. "If you two fuckwits are through, get dressed and get out." The players scrambled to grab their towels, covering their still half hard slimy cocks and dashed out the door.
"And you," Coach growled. Clean up this mess." I slid to the floor and saw that I had shot a load all over the edge of Coach's desk. I don't remember cumming at all, but there it was. I knew it wasn't the guys' because I could still feel it in my ass and in my gut. The only thing handy was the shorts that had been torn off me when the fucking started. I wiped up the sticky streaks and without thinking climbed into my soiled shorts. My t-shirt was wet with dribbles of drool and maybe cum too. I wiped my face with the front and felt more cum and spit soak in.
"You want to do what's best for the team, right, pussy?"
"Yes, sir, Coach."
"You take care of those men any time they want, any way they want. They have bright careers and a free ride to college if they can keep their peckers in their pants. It's your job to make sure those jock dicks don't need to go sniffing for any trouble anywhere."
"Yes, sir, Coach."
"And not a word to anyone, ever."
"No, sir, Coach."
He reached out and ruffled my hair. "Good. Do a good job, and you might have a place with the team for a long time."
He shoved me out the door. The locker room was empty. I walked home in a daze, occasionally pulling up my shirt to suck up more of the cum they'd left on me.