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Authors name: dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Joey and the Coach - 11
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Joey and the Coach - 12 (M/Fm-teen, nc, huml, inc)
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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The Coach gets really creative with his abuse .
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Brian Sheridan lay next to fourteen year old Sam Jordan
in bed. He had just spunked a huge load of fuckslop all
over the cute boy's face. Now he cuddled next to the
boy, rubbing one strong athletic leg on Sam's rock hard
teen prick. With his fingers he scooped some of his
dicksnot off the kid's cheek and nose and then gently
fed it to the boy.
"Come on baby, eat up."
Sam obediently opened his mouth and sucked the dick
juice. Brian scooped some more off the kid's face and
fed it to him. He gently turned the boy to face him
more...Sam's hard prick slapped his tummy. Brian
reached down and slid one hand over Sam's slender back
and onto the firm smooth globe of his fourteen year old
ass.
"I gotta fuck your ass Sam, I just gotta. It's so God
damned cute."
"No, Brian, please. Then you're just as bad as the
Coach. I thought you would help me stop him."
While the boy protested, his fat young dick throbbed
and squirted pre fuck. He needed it badly.
"We're not like them. The coach raped Gonzales. You
want this."
"No I don't Brian, it's gonna hurt."
"Only the first couple of times. I like you Sam. I like
you a lot. Jesus Fucking Christ your ass is smooth, and
such a nice deep crack. Holy shit look how hard my
prick is again already." The boy was small in the arms
of the hunky athlete. Brian's thick hunk of super sized
fuckmeat slapped against Sam's stomach and dick. His
big balls felt hot against the boy's body. "You need my
help to stop the coach. You help me, I'll help you."
Brian pushed one thick finger at Sam's virginal ass
pucker.
"Oh Brian, do you gotta?" Sam pressed his face into
Brian's manly chest. The older boy smelled so good.
"It's gonna be ok. I'll help you get the coach. And
nobody has to know about this except you, me and my
roommate."
Sam froze. "Your roommate?"
"Yeah, I share everything with him. I gotta share you
with him too."
"But Brian..."
"Don't worry, he's got a real nice dick. And I'll make
him be gentle with you. I wouldn't ever do anything to
hurt you. I really like you Sam." Brian crawled down
between the fourteen-year-old's legs and lifted and
spread them. He put the boys big feet on his shoulders
and forced his finger deep into the hot moist asshole
of the freshman boy.
"I don't want this Brian."
"Sure you do, baby...sure you do. You just don't know
it yet. It's gonna be so good in the dorm to have
someone like you around. You are going to be a very
popular freshman Sam." Brian nudged his huge cockhead
at the tiny pink hole. Sam held his breath.
Joey Gonzales entered his room and went straight to
his bed and threw himself across it, still fully
clothed. He groaned as a pain shot from his raped ass
through his body. Mike turned form his desk to look at
his friend.
"Joey, you ok?"
Joey buried his face in his pillow. Mike got up and
walked across the room. He was wearing nothing but
boxer shorts. His slender 15 year old body looked
smooth and beautiful in the light of the desk lamp. He
sat on the bed next to his friend.
"Joey is there anything I can do?"
"Just leave me the fuck alone, ok?" Joey said into the
pillow.
"Did he... did he do stuff to you again today?" Mike
felt his teen dick give a lurch, he didn't know why.
"None of your fucking business."
"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to help." Mike rested his
hand on his best friend's hot neck. He felt his fifteen
year old prick spring to full erection. "You know what
we gotta do tonight."
Joey rolled over onto his back and grabbed Mike with
strong hands. "Yeah, I know. I fucking know. You gotta
fuck my ass three times. Three fucking times. And I
think you like it. I think you actually enjoy it."
"I don't Joey, honest, I don't. But what can I do.
Coach says I gotta do it." Mike's dick popped out of
his boxers, hard and leaking.
"What about what we talked about? What about our plan?"
Joey sent his eyes over to the cameras to indicate that
Mike should be careful what he said.
"I need some time to think about it." Mike could feel
Joey's hot breath on him. He could smell the boy's
sweat.
"We don't have time. Look what is happening to me!"
"Just a couple of days. You gotta be strong for a
couple of days, until I think this through."
Tears filled Joey's eyes. "I can't take it for a couple
of days. I can't take it for even one more day!"
In his office, The Coach chuckled. "Sure you can Joey,
sure you can. I've got lot's more planned for you." He
watched the two boys on the monitor. Then he looked up
across his office at a most unusual sight. On a the
couch sat a totally naked woman. She had full breasts
and a hairy bush.
But what was really strange was that next to her sat an
equally bare assed boy of eleven. They both looked very
frightened. The Coach smiled at them. He took something
out of his printer and walked across the room. The
sight of the cute innocent boy got his big dick all
itchy and thick with fuck need.
"How do you like it, Mrs. Ritga?" He handed the woman a
print copy of a black and white photo he had taken a
few minutes earlier. He had written a caption on the
photo as well. "This photo is sure to get you a nice
long prison sentence for molesting your own son... not
to mention getting your whole illegal Alien family
deported."
"Why do you do this to me?" She asked the man, trying
to hide her nakedness with her hands.
"Oh...because I can. It's fun. It's your own fault. You
fucking aliens come into our country illegally and then
live the good life. Your Cunt of a son here reaps the
benefits. He goes to a good school. Now where shall we
send this pic? To the police or the Immigration
Bureau?"
"You forced me to do this with my son... you forced me
to... to..."
The Coach laughed. "To jerk him off. The American term
is jerk him off. To keep yourself and your family in
the country, you jerked off your own son naked in front
of me and let me photograph it. You're a sick woman
Mrs. Ritga."
"My husband has a bad heart. My mother is old. I need
to work... I have no green card..."
"Oh shut the fuck up. You're my cleaning woman, I don't
need to listen to this shit. Now you listen to me. If
you want to stay out of prison and in America... and
free, you'll do what I say. First I want to watch you
suck your son's cock. Then he'll fuck you."
"Mother of God! P-please no!" The mother wailed, but
the boy just crawled into a little naked ball on the
couch.
"He will fuck you in the cunt, the mouth and the ass.
And I will take pics."
"I beg you. He is my son! MY SON."
"I know, isn't that sweet. The thought of it makes my
dick hard." The Coach unzipped and released his
throbbing, leaking fucktool. Mother and son stared at
it in shocked silence.
"So... after your eleven year old son finishes fucking
you... I'll fuck his pretty pink young virgin ass. And
if you want to stay out of jail and in the country,
from now on, I'll fuck his little ass any time I want."
"Mommy, No!!" the cute little guy sobbed, crawling into
his mom's naked arms.
"So Let's go, and put on a damned good fuck show for
me!"
Back in his room, Brian Sheridan pulled his spent prick
out of Sam's freshly fucked asshole. Sam was still
chewing on the pillow, a pillow stained with his tears.
Brian Sheridan had a massive prick. Brian lowered Sam's
legs and lay on top of the fourteen year old.
"Shit, that was a great fuck Sam. Jesus, I think I got
a crush on you. I hope I'm not turning queer." Brian
leaned down and licked the salty tears off the younger
boy's face. "Such a fucking pretty boy."
Sam looked up at Brian. He sniffed back some snot that
had been running from his nose. He licked his full
young lips. "Do you really like me Brian?"
Brian laughed, flashing even white teeth. "I'm crazy
about you. After we fix the coach, I just might have
you moved into my room so I can sleep every night with
my dick up your ass."
"It's too big."
"You'll get used to it. Now, I think I figured out a
way to get the coach. The pics of him doing Joey are
good, but not enough evidence to really hang him. So we
gotta have a live witness...someone who could testify."
"Joey never will... his family would be ruined."
"Yeah, that's the problem. The coach knows these kids
will never tell because of family pressure and scandal.
So we gotta find somebody without an important family.
Somebody who has nothing to lose. A poor kid... here on
scholarship for example."
"You mean like..."
Brian leaned down and kissed Sam on the forehead.
"Yeah, like you, Fuckwad. We're gonna run this school.
We'll have everything we want. But we gotta get the
coach where we want him. And to do that, you gotta let
him molest you!"
Sam's eyes grew large. "Oh God Brian. Not the coach. I
don't want him near me!"
"We got no options. You are the perfect choice. He
bangs you a couple of times, then you threaten to tell
and maybe I even get pics or a recording or something.
Then we got a victim who isn't afraid to spill the
beans. We got the fucker where we want him."
"He's a sick sadist."
Brian laughed. "That's redundant, Twerp. We got just
enough time before dinner for you to blow me once more.
What do you say?"
"Do I gotta?"
"Shit, look how hard your dick is. You know you got a
freshman crush on me, boner boy. You want it." The
senior flopped over on his back and spread his legs.
His huge dick waved in the air, slick with Sam's ass
juice.
"Aren't you going to wash it first?" Sam looked down at
the fat pulsing teen prick.
"Naw, I'd rather have you clean it with your mouth.
Fuck, I wonder what's for dinner?"
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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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