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Authors name: dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Joey and the Coach - 4
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Joey and the Coach - 4 (M/m-teen, nc, huml, v)
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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Joey's roommate gets blackmailed.
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When fourteen year old Sam Jordan saw Joey Gonzales
leave the coach's office, he couldn't believe his eyes.
He couldn't believe it, but his teenage dick sure
could. The scrubbing boy's prick gave a lurch in his
tight white gym shorts and more pre-cum soaked through
the material. Sam hoped anyone passing would think it
was just soapsuds and water from his work, cleaning the
hallway floors.
Joey was a fucking mess. That was the only name for it,
a fucking mess. His white shirt was all wrinkled and
half out of his pants, his tie was askew and loosened
at the neck, contrary to strict school uniform dress
code, and his face was covered in come kind of sticky
white cream. His eyes were glazed and his lips hung
loose and slack.
All the kids in the school admired Joey because he was
such a show off and cut up as well as an excellent
athlete, but this Joey was... well he was disgusting.
He walked real funny too. He kept his strong young jock
legs far apart and kind of waddled. Sam almost laughed.
"What the fuck happened to you Gonzales?" he asked,
still kneeling on the floor so his boner wouldn't show.
Joey stopped, swayed a bit and then focused on him.
"You keep your fucking mouth shut about this ass-wipe,
you hear me? You say a fucking word to anyone, and I
will personally de-ball you!"
"Sure, you know me," Sam said stupidly. Actually Joey
hadn't even said five words to the freshman. "Do you,
eh, want some help?"
"Shut the fuck," some puke bubbled up at the corners of
Joey's cute lips, and he ran for the nearest toilet. He
bounced off one wall and a picture of Dean Hutchins
tilted precariously, and then Joey slammed open the
door of the boy's toilet and disappeared inside.
"What's with him?" Asked Todd Allan, also dressed in
tiny white gym shorts and washing windows further down
the hall.
"Oh nothing..." Sam answered; wishing the painful
erection of his dick would go down.
A few seconds later, the door to the Coach's office
flew open and Coach Black himself sailed down the
hallway. He never walked slowly like the other
teachers. He sailed, or flew...or something. He moved
quickly and gracefully, always immaculately dressed. No
sloppy sweat pants and stained teen shirt for this
coach. Some kids said he really ran the school and that
Dean Martin was a pussy.
Coach Black stopped just long enough to kick over Sam's
pail of soapy water, "Clean that up, Boy!" the Coach
said, reminding himself to have Sam Jordan into his
office for a personal session real soon. That kid was
one hot little piece of ass.
As Coach Black moved though the building, the various
boys, talking or fooling around dressed in their
handsome blazers and shirts and ties disappeared
through the nearest doorway or into an alcove. It
didn't do to be around the Coach especially when he was
in a bad mood. He could always find something wrong
with the way a guy was dressed or what he was doing.
The boys doing chores, all dressed in skimpy white gym
shorts, tried to become invisible. If the coach thought
you were not doing your job, it could mean some
horrible punishment.
But the Coach has other things on his mind. He turned
the corner into the classroom wing and waved his hand
at several teachers who tried to converse with him.
"Jeez, what's up his ass?" asked Karl Lemke the Math
teacher.
"More likely, whose ass is he up," quipped Thomas
Giezer the English Lit teacher. Karl shook his head in
disgust at the Coach, whose rough control of the boy's
he could not stand, but Thomas, who had been invited to
some of the coach's private parties, got a strange
gleam in his eyes.
The Coach turned another corner and hit the stairs two
at a time. Two students sitting on the stairs studying,
dropped their books and their papers went flying. "Move
it ASSHOLES!!" The coach yelled. The coach stormed down
the second floor of the dorms until he came to the room
occupied by Joey Gonzales and Mike Richards. He threw
open the door and found, just what he expected. Well,
he'd had secret cameras catching the action in the
boys' room for some time now.
Fifteen-year-old Mike Richards was jerking off. He
hadn't even removed his shirt and tie yet. In fact he
still had his underpants on, but his hand was stuffed
into them and he was pulling on his teen prick for all
it was worth.
"You Fucking Faggot!" The coach yelled, and Mike jumped
two feet. "Can't wait to rush back here every afternoon
and beat your pathetic fuck-meat before your roommate
returns from Football Practice. Probably think about
him while you do it too."
The coach stood there with his hands on his hips,
looking at the terrified and confused boy.
"Well, don't let me stop you. You and I are gonna have
a little talk about your Roommate Joey. But I don't
want to interrupt your afternoon extracurricular
activity, so why don't you just take off your
underpants and beat your meat while we talk?"
It was like the cute fifteen year old didn't know where
to look. He kept his hands over the lump in his black
briefs. He wanted to reach for his pants. "Ahhh...
eh... coach... I don't understand... I mean... I was
just... ah..." he had a wild look in his young eyes.
"You don't understand what? Orders? I just told you to
remove your sissy boy underpants and frig your fuck-
stick while I talk to you." The coach pulled over a
chair and sat on it, legs spread wide, leaning in to
study the boy on the bed.
"Ah, no. I mean you can't... you can't ask me to do
something like..." he never finished the sentence. The
coach was out of the chair and his large hand cracked
across Mike's soft smooth beardless face.
"I can't? I can't you fuck-wad? Well I just happen to
know that you have been fucking girls up here in your
dorm room with your buddy Joey. I happen to know, cause
I got cameras planted in all the dorm rooms. See?" He
reached up over the bed and pulled a tiny camera out of
the overhead light. The poor boy was in shock.
"Now for fucking a girl, especially a girl as young as
the cunt you been dipping into with that useless prick
of yours, means not only automatic expulsion, but
police action. Now unless you want me on the horn to
your father, who I am sure would love the negative
press and publicity the incident would cause, you
better get those shorts off your twerpy body and get
that boner up and in your hand in ten seconds.
Mike's Father was a Senator, and the boy couldn't
afford to bring any shame on him. He raised his
muscular young legs and ripped the briefs off. Then he
took his prick in his hand and started to pump. The
Coach sat back down in the chair. He watched the
attractive dark haired boy beat his meat for a few
minutes.
"Don't cum. Keep beating that dick-stalk but don't you
dare cum. Now listen Fuck-twerp. I hear from Joey that
you love to fuck pussy. I hear you try to get pussy
almost every weekend. Well Joey has been benched from
the cunt department for a while. So...that means no
more fucking up here in your room. And if my guess is
right, Joey provided most of the twat for you anyway.
You got sloppy seconds, right?"
"I haven't... I didn't do it all that much... I
mean..." The boy lay there on the bed in his white
shirt, bare assed from the waist down frigging his teen
fuck-meat.
"Yeah, not many good looking school age cunts would
want to date a twerp like you. But Joey is a big star.
So the girls would put out for him, and then he'd pass
them on to you, right? RIGHT?"
"I guess so... sir" The boy had a nice big dick on him,
the coach noticed that.
"You guess so? Don't you even know if you have been
fucking? What is your pathetic prick so small you can't
feel anything when it's in a cunt? Or maybe you prefer
your roommate's ass? Is that it? Do you watch Joey
walking around here bare-assed and wish you could stick
your dick up his shit-hole? Is that what you are into,
little Mister Faggot Mikey Richards?"
The boy stopped jerking. "That's disgusting. I'm not a
queer and neither is Joey."
"Did I tell you to stop jerking?" The Coach stared down
the boy, whose hand went timidly back to his prick and
yanked and pulled.
"Why do you wanna see me do this?" the kid asked, tears
forming in his eyes.
"To see if you got what it takes. You see Joey boy is
going to need some special help in the next few weeks.
He's going to need to be fucked in the ass, and I want
to see if you've got enough equipment."
"What are you talking about Coach, is this some sort of
joke?"
"A joke? Is it a joke to get drunk on school property
during school time? Is it a joke to fuck the brains out
of an underage little slut in your dorm room? Do you
want your ass on the next plane outta here?"
"No sir, I didn't mean nothing wrong."
"You didn't mean anything wrong, Shit-brains. Jesus,
gotta teach you fucking kids everything. Since you and
Joey won't be getting any pussy for the next few
months, he's a substitute plan. You will be fucking
Joey in the ass three times every night."
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING SIR?" The boy was almost
hysterical.
The Coach laughed. "I am saying that Joey is going to
be your new girlfriend. And you are a lucky boy cause
you get to fuck her three times a night! Don't worry,
he'll let you into that no longer virgin pussy. He
knows his and your futures are on the line. As long as
you play my little punishment game until I grow bored,
you boys can stay in school here.
"And if you don't please me, I make a telephone call to
your fathers and let them wipe up the floor with you.
From now on before you go to sleep at night and you
will sleep bare assed in the same bed together, you
will fuck his ass three times. And my cameras will
catch the action. But we've got more to talk about, why
don't you slip off that shirt and tie and let me get a
look at you, my dick is getting hard."
Continued in part 5...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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