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Sexual Perversions - 6
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)

***

Fifteen year old Greg enjoys wandering around naked in 
his high school after hours, masturbating to his 
fantasies, until he is caught by the janitor and the 
soccer coach and forced to service both men. (MM/m-
teen, ped, reluc, exh, mast, oral)

***

PART 6

I was 15 years old in the winter of 1969. My oldest 
brother, Jeff, had tied me up and practically raped me 
for the second time in our life during Christmas break. 
I had also had sex with my other brother Mark a couple 
of times. And, by now, I had also sucked off a few 
other boys. 

But, I mainly had sex with Jeff's porn novels. Jeff 
went off to Vietnam and Mark had a girlfriend he was 
fucking and I had one fisted sex with myself. I was a 
decent enough looking kid, but I also did not look very 
"manly." I was still a freshman in high school and even 
though I had a full red bush of pubic hair, I hadn't 
started shaving yet and I still looked very soft and 
young.

I masturbated over Playboys and porn novels with 
visions of the occasional girl that I went out with 
lying naked before me. I would be part of the orgy of 
guys that fucked her. Sometimes she would be part of 
the orgy of girls that fucked me. Due to Jeff's porn 
novels and the occasional new porn book that I managed 
to steal or somehow acquire, I was imagining every kind 
of perverted scenario that ever existed. And, I reveled 
in being a solitary pervert.

I still ran around naked whenever I could, and I still 
jerked off in totally inappropriate places, like empty 
classrooms. If I thought it was "safe" (to my warped 
sense of safety), I would take all my clothes off in 
these semi-public places and beat my meat.

I had a master key to the high school building, so I 
could go anywhere. There were basement tunnels beneath 
the school and, every so often, during the day, I would 
wander around naked, masturbating to my porn novels, 
secretly flirting with danger because the school 
janitors used the basement; the teachers occasionally 
had to get stuff from storage; and other "bad boy" kids 
who had keys would also use the basement to smoke, hang 
out, and even drink beer. I got some huge adrenaline 
rushes from near encounters as I would be hidden, naked 
and helpless if I were caught, spurting my boy cum just 
feet away from the unaware students or teachers. It was 
a rush.

There were times when I would hang around after school; 
after the after school activities; and after the 
janitors had cleaned up, and I would walk around the 
hallways naked. I learned which areas would be shut 
down and which sections to avoid where there would be 
later activities into the evening. But I could jerk 
off, naked in the hall, on the second floor near the 
stairs and listen to people walking by below. It was 
such a thrill. I would deposit my clothes somewhere and 
run around the school as I did in my neighborhood, 
pulling my hard on as I tried to get as close to danger 
as possible. 

Sometimes I would go into my classroom and sit naked at 
the teacher's desk and deposit my sperm on his or her 
chair or in the desk drawer. If it was safe, I would 
masturbate on top of a table in the cafeteria or in one 
of the lecture halls, imagining everybody watching me 
as I was forced to put on a show. It was all so 
deliciously perverted.

One day, in the Spring, I was in a classroom, lying 
naked on the teacher's desk, after school hours where I 
was sure everyone had gone home. It was dark in the 
room and I was simply letting my imagination run wild. 
My feet were on the desk, my knees bent, legs spread 
open and my fist was around my cock, imagining the 
girls in my class, naked, their cunts wet and dripping, 
licking my naked body while the teacher and other boys 
were forced to watch. My eyes were closed and I was 
moaning softly when the lights came on and Dan, the 45 
year old janitor, walked in.

I froze in terror.

I couldn't even jump up to grab my clothes, as they 
were in another part of the building.

"So you're the asshole pervert that's leaving your 
fucking spooge around the building," said Dan, as he 
walked into the room.

"I, I, I..." I didn't know what to say. My mind was 
blank and my erection evaporated in fear as I sat up, 
not knowing what to do, but scared shitless by the fact 
that I would soon be universally known as the high 
school pervert.

Dan stared at my naked body as he walked up to me, his 
mouth slightly open. He looked angry and focused at the 
same time. He stopped at the desk and stared at my 
cock, now drooping, but still red and blood gorged from 
my pulling on it. Dan was fairly heavy, balding and not 
particularly good looking. His janitorial uniform was 
always dirty from his work and he really didn't 
fraternize with the kids at all. I don't think he liked 
high school students. 

 He raised his eyes to mine, still totally serious. 
"Don't move," he said. "just lay down. 

 Trying not to show how frightened I was, I laid back 
on the desk again, trapped by his staring eyes until my 
head hit the desk.

 "Ohh, God," I jumped as I felt him spread my naked 
thighs apart with his hands, standing in front of my 
exposed body.

 "Uhhhhhhh" I groaned as his hands slid up my body to 
my groin. 

 My cock instantly sprang to attention again as Dan 
grabbed my cock and balls, squeezing them, making me 
wince...

 "Yeah, you fucking fag, how do you like this?" said 
Dan as I felt his hot breath on my genitals.

 I closed my eyes as I felt his mouth open and slide 
down my throbbing boy meat as he began to suck my hard 
cock. I went rigid as I felt the warmth of Dan's mouth 
surround my stiff prick.

"AAAAHHHHH, OOHHHHH," I moaned uncontrollably, arching 
my hips as Dan raised his head and ran his my tongue 
over my spongy cock head.

It was fucking incredible. His mouth triggered every 
deviant sensation I had ever dreamed of - my cock was 
being sucked! 

 Holding my hips down on the desk he licked into my 
piss hole, cleaning out the precum. Then he used his 
tongue to lick under the ridge of my cock head. I 
moaned in passion as he made love to my boy cock, 
running the tip of his tongue down my shaft and back up 
to the tip. Then he swallowed me again and began 
bobbing his head up and down, sucking my cock in 
earnest. He moved one hand to my balls, deep throating 
my entire length of flesh. His nose hit my pubes and he 
crushed my balls against his tongue. I started bucking 
and trying to fuck his face as my naked body convulsed 
on the desk.

 "AAaahhhh fuuukckkkk," I cried out, clenching my fists 
and slamming them against the desk as I humped my hips 
into his my face and felt my orgasm build in his hot 
mouth. 

 "AAAAiiiiiee!" I suddenly screamed as, just as I began 
to cum, he jammed his finger into my hot asshole, 
forcing himself deep inside of me, pressing against my 
prostrate while at the same time clamping his other 
hand painfully, pressing on the piss canal at the base 
of my cock. It hurt in the most delicious pain in the 
world and my cum felt like it was going to blast 
through my skin between my cock base and asshole.

 "AAAAAAAAaahhhhhhh!" I screamed out, thrashing my 
body, unable to shoot, while he tortured my cock and 
asshole.

 Just as suddenly, he pulled his mouth off of my prick, 
pressed hard inside my asshole and let go of the base 
of my cock.Sperm boiled out of my dick, shooting high 
into the air and onto my face. I convulsed on the desk 
again as my semen shot painfully out of my piss tube, 
arcing up in the air and landing on my face and chin. 
Pulling his finger from my ass, he continued to pump my 
naked cock, torturing me, trying to force more cum from 
my boy prick. 

"NNnoooooooo" I begged, trying to get loose from the 
hand grasping my cock.

Then I felt his hard cock on mine as he jerked them 
both together. I tried to squirm away from his 
continued painful abuse of my boy prick after I had 
cum, but his fist just moved faster, squeezing both of 
our dicks harder, driving me insane, until I finally 
felt his hot sperm splatter onto my cock, balls, and 
groin.

I moaned in relief as he relinquished his hold on my 
prick. I lay there trembling and panting on the desk, 
unable to think or move. 

"Get out of here," he said, breathing heavily, forcing 
the words from his mouth. "If I ever catch you again or 
even see signs that you've been around..." he paused, 
sounding very scary and very intense... "you will not 
like what will happen, I guarantee it."

I jumped off the desk, still trembling, my cock still 
on fire, covered with our cum and I quickly walked past 
him. As I went out the door, I looked back and saw him 
still standing there, watching my naked ass, his hands 
clenched in fists at his side. 

I found my clothes, got dressed and left.

I stopped playing my naked games in school as I waited 
for Dan to expose me. I was terrified that my entire 
life would be over. It is difficult to express how 
absolutely frightened I was. It never occurred to me 
that Dan could have been in trouble if he exposed me. I 
only knew that I was totally fucked... and I waited for 
the consequences. 

Finally, after a nerve wracking week and half, I 
deliberately walked by his office, desperate to know 
what he was going to do about me. When I looked inside 
his open door, he was there. 

"When can you stay after school?: he asked without any 
preliminary whatsoever.

"Uhhh," my mind blanking out... "T-t-tomorrow?"

"Good." he said. "Be here for detention tomorrow."

I just nodded and left. I still didn't know what the 
fuck was going to happen, but maybe I would find out 
the next day. I was very frightened. I hoped that he 
wanted to have sex with me and not expose me, even 
though the only sex that I had really had was with my 
brothers and some friends, and that seemed a long time 
ago. I just didn't want to be exposed as a pervert. 

He was sitting at his desk when I walked into his 
office after school hours the following day. He looked 
at me, got up, locked the door and said, "Take off your 
clothes."

Oh shit, I thought. I was so stupid. Out of all of the 
scenarios that I had thought about, Dan simply asking 
me to strip in his office was not one of them. All my 
thoughts had to do with how to talk him out of exposing 
me. I had imagined him reporting me to the principal 
and the principal making me strip while I was forced to 
suck him off and every one jerked off all over my body. 
I had imagined being the forced bathroom queer, where I 
was made to suck boys off naked in the bathroom and 
then they pissed on me. I had imagined simply being 
exposed and sent to jail. But, Dan asking me to strip 
naked in his office? No. 

I looked down at the floor and, realizing that I had no 
choice, I began to undress. I was incredibly nervous 
and my hands were trembling as I unbuttoned my shirt. 
Dan was just as dour and intense as he always was as he 
watched me strip. But, my dick was hard and throbbing 
by the time I was naked. 

"Sit," he commanded, indicating his dirty work table.

I sat my naked ass on the table, my whole body 
quivering as he watched me. Then he got up and began 
caressing my flesh, rubbing his hands across my nipples 
and up to my neck and chin. He slid one hand down to my 
hard cock and I moaned. Then he pushed me back onto the 
table and spread my legs out again, shoving my knees 
apart and back, exposing my asshole to his gaze. 

"Ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I moaned as he started 
squeezing my balls and playing with my asshole. The 
sensations were unbelievable. Again, he took me into 
his mouth and shoved his finger into my asshole, 
fucking me with it and sucking me until I once more 
shot my load all over my body. Then he again jerked off 
on my cock and balls, masturbating both of our pricks 
together, painfully for me, depositing his sperm on my 
genitals.

When he was done, he wiped his cock and hands on my 
naked flesh and put his dick back into his pants.

I lay there, naked, our cum dripping on my flesh when 
he said, "Don't fuck around in my school anymore. Next 
time I'll whip your ass and you won't like it. If you 
want to do this, stop by my office. Even during school. 
Understand?"

I dumbly nodded.

"Get dressed and get out," he said.

He unlocked his office door and left.

I quickly pulled my clothes on over my cum soaked body 
and got out of there. I realized, a few days later, 
that Dan was leaving it totally up to me whether or not 
I wanted to have him play with my 15 year old body and 
suck my cock. 

I didn't know what to make of it all. This particular 
weird scenario was not covered in my porn novels. The 
whole thing kind of scared the crap out of me. But, I 
was horny. And, I still jerked off every day. And his 
fucking mouth felt so incredible on my cock...

I stopped by again... a couple more times until summer 
vacation... Each time he was more intense, sucking and 
licking my naked flesh. Once, he rimmed my asshole, 
sticking his tongue inside my shit hole, driving me 
crazy with sensation. He would lick the inside of my 
thighs and suck on my balls, giving me more pleasure 
than I ever dreamed of. This fat, old, dirty bald 
janitor played with my body, giving me incredible 
sexual pleasure and leaving me in tormented sexual 
exhaustion. 

But, it always sort of scared the crap out of me. It 
was also the most perverse submissive fantasy that ever 
happened to me. And, he was always scarily intense and 
serious, only commanding and demanding as he screwed 
with my young, 15 year old body. He managed to make me 
feel like a degraded piece of meat at the same time as 
he brought me to new sexual highs. He always looked 
like he was about to smack me around, but he never did. 

It was just another extremely weird sexual experience.

After school was out for the summer, I was back to my 
own masturbation games. I spent many days during the 
summer of '69 again wandering far afield, naked and 
jerking off. Sometimes, if I was convinced I could get 
away with it, I would expose myself and masturbate in 
full view of surprised onlookers. One of the interstate 
toll thruways ran through a neighborhood that wasn't 
anywhere near my house, but was next to a field and 
woods that I could easily flee to. I would jerk off 
near dusk, and stand by the side of the road, 
ejaculating my cum to the shocked faces of motorists 
and truckers.

As they slowed down, I would run away. I stopped doing 
that when I almost caused a serious accident. However, 
this time, the fear that I had almost causing an 
accident and getting caught, turned me on like never 
before. It was the same kind of fear I had getting 
caught by Dan, but now it made me harder and more 
excited... 

There was a hill overlooking the creek, but totally 
inaccessible from it. Once I shot my wad for the 
dubious entertainment of a mixed group of boaters. I 
could hear their taunts of dismay as I ran away.

Then, in the fall of 1969, I was in my second year of 
high school.

I resisted going to Dan's office. He treated me with 
the same indifference that he treated everyone else. As 
if we didn't actually exist. I was tormented by the 
idea that I could have sex with him if I chose, but I 
also felt that every time I had gone to his office, it 
was a little bit more; a little bit more weird; a 
little bit more pornographic... It was as if something 
bad was bound to happen, so I stayed away. I also 
resisted the temptation to do perverse things in the 
school. It was still warm enough to jerk off outside, 
hidden and relatively safe, so I did.

I was still a little young looking and not really 
athletic, but I was playing second string fullback on 
the high school soccer team. The assistant coach, Mr. 
Doyle (his real name!), was a very hyper hard ass. He 
must have been in his twenties and was lean and well 
muscled. He didn't like me, mainly because I was a 
happy go lucky guy who goofed around a lot. One day 
after we lost a game during the previous freshman year, 
I was playing around and he kicked me in the ass, hard, 
and chewed me out for losing the game. I was crushed as 
it was a public humiliation and I later cried about it 
to myself.

The exact same thing happened again that fall. We lost 
a game, I was fooling around, and I got another kick in 
the ass.

There was also a clean up detention where, if the coach 
thought you were really bad, you had to clean up the 
locker room. Well, the coach wasn't there that day, so 
Assistant Coach Doyle thought I deserved clean up duty 
for my offenses, which was just another way of him 
humiliating me.

After everyone left, I duly cleaned up the locker room. 
I hadn't done anything perverted in school since Dan 
caught me and he hadn't talked to me yet this year, but 
I knew that only person that would be around at that 
time of day was Dan. So, I stripped down to my jock 
strap and fantasized. I figured that I was in the 
locker room, cleaning up, and that even if I was 
caught, I had a right to be nearly naked in the locker 
room after hours. The possibility of getting caught and 
sucked by Dan again fed my perverted thrills.

Then I started fantasizing about another soccer team 
member that I didn't get along with and Coach Doyle. 

They would be in the coach's office and Doyle was such 
a hard ass that he was punishing Bob by making him suck 
his cock. But then Bob turned the tables and made Doyle 
suck his cock. Bob made Doyle suck his chest 
nipples..... 

"C'mon, coach, work on my nipples. Get 'em hard."

Doyle did what he was told. Neither of the naked men 
realized that the whole team was watching their queer 
show through the office window...

I pulled off my used jock strap and held it over my 
face, sniffing in my own musky odors as I played with 
my throbbing, naked dick, imagining Doyle and Bob, 
naked, being forced to commit perverted sex acts. 

Bob pushed Doyle down to his knees and forced his fat, 
twelve inch cock into the coach's oral hole, sliding 
the full length into his fucking mouth and throat, 
until he was choking Doyle with the giant tube-steak... 
Then, I was the only one watching this perverted 
spectacle and a bunch of cheerleaders pranced into the 
locker room. I motioned to them to be silent and they 
crowded around me, just out of cheerleading practice, 
their tight hard bodies pressing into mine. 

They watched the obscene spectacle in horrified 
fascination as Bob pulled the Coach's face off his huge 
dick and turned him around. Doyle's eyes popped open 
and his mouth dropped when he saw all of the girls 
watching him. But he couldn't stop Bob from playing 
with his butt hole. Bob placed the head of his dick 
against the coach's glistening brown hole, and shoved.

"Ahhhhh," cried Coach Doyle as Bob's huge cock ripped 
into his ass.

The girls were disgusted and turned on by this filthy 
display of man-sex and their hands roamed my body... 
Caressing my naked cock as the whole cheerleading 
squad, nine or ten of them, were all naked with me, one 
beautiful girl kneeling down to take my huge twelve 
inch cock into her mouth, her huge hard tits brushing 
against my legs. 

Another kissed me on the lips, her breasts pressing 
into me, while I fingered her hot pussy. My other hand 
was also in someone's cunt, shoving into its wet flesh. 
Doyle screamed with pain as Bob drove his giant cock in 
and out of his asshole. Other girls pressed me, cunts 
and tits poking into my back and ass while Robin deep 
throated my huge meat.

So, I'm lying there in a pile of dirty gym clothes and 
towels, stark naked, my jockstrap on my face, beating 
my meat to my fantasies, just about ready to cum, when:

"Moran!"

Jesus, I thought, what the hell was Doyle doing here!

I madly tried to jump into my jockstrap as I heard him 
walk into the locker room.

"Moran! Dammit, are you here?" Doyle demanded, clearly 
pissed off.

'Shit, shit shit shit shit,' I thought, trying to stuff 
my very stiff, nearly orgasmic, wet dick into my very 
small jockstrap. I moaned at the incredible sensations 
in my cock, literally right on the edge of cumming and 
knew that I would be totally fucked if Doyle found me 
shooting cum in the locker room.

Now, even though I was only six inches hard, there was 
no place to hide my erection in a jockstrap. The 
sensitive, quivering head of my cock was going to stick 
out. In addition, as I tried to jump into it quickly, 
the elastic and everything got all twisted and I missed 
one of the pieces of ass elastic altogether, leaving it 
hanging on one side and pulling the whole jock strap 
over to the other side. My throbbing erection was 
almost covered, but my balls were hanging out below. 

I grabbed the pile of laundry at the same time to cover 
myself. I immediately felt my naked balls rubbing 
against the clothes as they covered the center of my 
body and my crotch while Doyle strode into view. I was 
still on the verge of orgasm...

"What the hell have you been doing here?" he demanded.

My whole body was literally shaking.

"Uhhh, I, I was cleaning up..." I half stammered, half 
moaned.

"Well, don't screw around." he said decisively. "Dump 
those towels and pick up the rest and get out of here."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought. I looked 
at him for a split second, trembling in fear and lust, 
and sort of shuffled a little bit trying not to turn 
around. I realized, from the look on his face, that he 
was about to kick me again. He was going to come around 
and shove the toe of his shoe up my naked asshole... 
Fuck...I was scared and I backed away, trying to avoid 
that confrontation. Then, I quickly turned around and 
dumped the stuff in the hamper, giving Doyle a perfect 
view of my naked ass. I scurried on an oblique angle 
away from him, trying to get away when,

"Stop."

I stopped, my heart beating like a jackhammer, my nude 
body quivering. The only solace was that I was no 
longer on the edge of shooting, even though my erection 
was still squeezed in my jock strap.

"Turn around."

I slowly turned, looking at the floor. Unable to look 
in his face at all. My balls and hard cock were exposed 
and hanging out of my jock.

There was a moment of total silence as he looked me 
over.

"That's it," he said. "Bend over and grab your ankles."

"Now? Here? Like this?" I blurted out in dismay. 

He couldn't be serious.

"Unless you'd rather I report this to Principle Adams," 
he said seriously.

I sighed, bent over and grabbed my ankles.

Now, I realize today this sounds like fantasy and the 
opening to a porn movie, but this particular thing was 
totally real and actually happened all the time. In 
1969, he was going to smack my butt with his clipboard. 
This was a normal punishment for slackers and offenders 
in gym classes and on the fields. If you annoyed the 
gym teacher, he'd have you pull off your shorts and 
smack you hard on your underwear in gym class. If you 
weren't wearing underwear or if it was on a swimming 
day, your naked ass would get walloped, as back then 
the boys all swam in the nude in swimming class. 
(Really!) It was always a bonus to see some guy whacked 
on his naked ass.

On the field, the coach might hit a guy several times 
as he usually didn't make anyone pull down their pants 
in public - although it was known to happen if he was 
pissed. It was all pretty standard procedure. If I had 
any smarts back then, I could have probably gotten 
Coach Doyle in trouble for kicking me in the ass while 
fully clothed, but not for smacking my naked ass with a 
clipboard. Different times, different rules.

However, I felt it was decidedly strange for him to do 
this thing while I was, for all practical purposes, 
naked in a locker room alone with him. There was always 
the idea of public humiliation when the coach whacked 
your ass. But this had sexual overtones due to the fact 
that he was going to punish me for doing my dirty 
sexual thing and I still had this fucking hard on.

However, in spite of my independent sexual streak, I 
generally bowed to authority not wanting to get into 
more trouble than I already was. At least my cock began 
to soften a bit, even though I still longed to cum. I 
waited there, bent over, my hands on my ankles, my 
naked ass ready for punishment.

SMACK! AH Shit!! Doyle hit my ass with the clipboard. 
As the incredible sting started to permeate, SMACK!, he 
did it again.

"AAAAHH!" I cried out, involuntarily. That really hurt. 
I could feel my ass begin to flame and he did it again! 

SMACK!

"STOP!" I cried, starting to really cry, all sexual 
thoughts suddenly gone. This was not fair. Nobody ever 
got hit more than once on their bare ass. 

"All right," he said. "Don't move."

I was suppressing the lump in my throat, trying not to 
cry as I continued to grab my ankles. Knowing Coach 
Doyle, I figured that if I stood up, he'd really hit 
me. I heard him walk into his office and then into the 
training room. Jesus! My ass and the back of my thighs 
were on fire! I knew that some of the other guys on the 
team probably would have popped Doyle in the face for 
that kind of punishment but, they probably wouldn't 
have been caught masturbating, and besides, I didn't 
have the guts. Then, as soon as I thought about me 
masturbating, all of the illicit scenes that I had been 
playing in my mind came back. Plus, getting smacked in 
the ass by Peter, forced to suck Jimmy's cock... If Dan 
walked in, he'd be able to simply plow into my ass with 
his cock... Plus, I was bent over, my red ass upturned, 
my balls and now cock hanging loose from my jock strap.

My cock was pulsing again.

Ohnofuckplease, I moaned internally, trying to think of 
something else, but it was no use. My dick was hard and 
anxious to cum.

Doyle walked back to me, still bent over, my naked butt 
hot, red and in pain, but now with my erection poking 
me in my stomach. 

Doyle poured cold ice water over my upturned butt!

"AHHHH!" I cried again, startled at this new sensation.

I spontaneously moved and stood up as the freezing 
water shocked my hot ass. My cock stuck out in front of 
me, vibrating with a life of its own.

"You like this, said Doyle, putting the pitcher down 
and smacking my ass again, this time with his bare 
hand. "This excites you, doesn't it? I figured you were 
that kind of kid, Faggot!"

He pushed me against the locker, his hand still on my 
burning ass and took something freezing cold and shoved 
it between my ass cheeks, directly against my anus. 
God, what was he doing to me? I wanted to cry, feeling 
very misused, confused and defenseless against his 
sadism. At the same time, I felt my cock pulsing 
against the cold metal of the locker. 

He kept what had to be ice cubes pressed against my 
asshole, spreading their wetness around my glowing ass 
and thighs with the other. Their was no stopping it and 
I moaned softly at this bizarre pleasure pain 
embarrassment as I stood against the locker my palms 
pressing the metal on either side of me. I 
involuntarily pushed my ass back against his hand, 
letting him semi fuck me with an ice cube.

"You know, Moran," said Doyle, breathing in my ear, "if 
you'd get serious about the game, you wouldn't have 
time for these problems. I hope you'll straighten up, 
Faggot."

All the while he kept rubbing the icy mixture on my 
butt and up and down my crack. God, he was so weird. 
This was crazy. But my dick was achingly hard and my 
ass started twitching at his erotic punishment. 

Dolye then put his hand on my shoulder and turned me 
around, dumping the ice cubes on the floor.

"All right, Moran," he said, looking directly at my 
steel hard rod, jutting out from my crotch, the 
jockstrap totally pushed to one side. 

"You are a pervert." 

He grabbed my prick, squeezed it, and pushed it down 
towards the floor.

"You like this, don't you, Faggot?"

"Ohhhhh," I moaned out loud, my naked body jerking at 
his hard touch.

He was a pervert. He was a fucking child molester. And 
I hated him. But God damn, my body was on fire. I had 
no control. He was in charge.

"Get down on the floor," said the coach, letting go of 
my cock. 

"What?" I said, disbelievingly.

"Down on all fours, Now," he ordered, reaching around 
and giving me another smack on the side of my burning 
ass.

I scrambled to obey and knelt before him.

"Now lick up that mess you made," he said pointing to 
the water and ice he had spilled over my ass onto the 
floor.

"Coach," I said, a tremolo in my voice, not quite 
believing this.

He leaned down and pushed my head to the floor. 

"Lick - It - Up," he said slowly. 

I stuck out my tongue and started licking. This was 
insane, I thought, my heart pounding in fear. Even so, 
my body continued to pump blood to my hard dick and I 
was still turned on. There was a voice in my head that 
just wanted to get out of there. I was very afraid of 
Coach Doyle now.

He walked around behind me as I vainly tried to lap up 
the water. 

"Not bad," he said to my ass sticking up in the air. 

"Stay bent over, but stand up," he commanded.

I did what he said and raised my ass up in the air. He 
ran his hands over my hot cheeks, spreading them and 
exposing my asshole. I winced, as they still hurt even 
after the ice water. I was really worried at what he 
was going to do. My heart was racing so fast and I 
tried to subtly move forward. This was not happening.

"Oh." I let another involuntary moan as a finger 
prodded at my asshole.

Please no, I thought. What was he going to do? What Is 
He Doing? My penis started jerking with a mind of its 
own as I felt his finger try to penetrate the puckered 
bud of my anus. Again, I involuntarily tried to open my 
ass wider to meet this invasion.

"UUNNNGhhhhhh" I cried out as his finger forced itself 
into my anus, lubricated only by the water.

"Yeah. You are a Faggot, aren't you?" Coach Doyle asked 
as he roughly probed my dry asshole. "How many boys 
have fucked you already Faggot?"

"No one! Please sir, please, it hurts," I whined, 
nearly in tears.

Coach Doyle removed his hand. 

"Oh, you like that Faggot," he said, "But, I'll bet 
you're a regular cocksucker, aren't you? Turn around 
and get on you knees!" 

I obeyed him. My head was at the level of his crotch.

"Take it out, faggot," the coach directed.

He didn't say what, but I knew what he wanted. Jesus, I 
thought, why does this always happen to me? Was 
everybody in school a fucking pervert?

When I hesitated, he grabbed on both sides of my head 
and repeated, "I said take it out!" 

Understanding that he might decide to fuck me or really 
hurt me if I didn't do as he said, I pulled down his 
sweatpants and underwear and let his manhood free. It 
didn't register until much later - that he was 
hairless... His whole pubic area was shaved... I didn't 
even notice at the time because he was very hard and 
very ready. He had thick, circumcised penis, about 6" 
long, the same shape as Jeff's.

"Suck it," he commanded without any further preamble.

Wanting to avoid further punishment and humiliation, I 
let him guide my head to his cock and I put my mouth 
over him. He immediately began pumping his hips and 
moving my head back and forth. He grabbed the base of 
his dick and squeezed as he fucked my mouth. I was 
mainly trying to keep my teeth out of the way, when 
suddenly my mouth was filled with his gooey sperm. He 
kept on pumping, not making a sound and I swallowed as 
he let a few more bursts loose. His sticky sperm 
clogged my throat and I hated him. It tasted really odd 
too... 

However, at the same time I was sucking his spurting 
tool for all I was worth. I felt enslaved and totally 
degraded.

Finally, when he was done, he let my head go, pulled up 
his pants and underwear and said, "Put your clothes on 
and finish cleaning up."

He walked back to his office, leaving me naked, my 
mouth full of his cum, on my knees, my stiff dick 
pointing toward his back.

I ran back to my locker, put on my clothes and split. 
Fuck cleaning up.

I quit the soccer team after that. It was no great loss 
and nobody asked me any questions as to why.

In later years, I realized that Doyle manipulated me. 
He set me up. I wondered if he did that to other kids. 
At the time, I just wanted to ignore it and walk away.

It was so bizarre. In spite of my fears, I really had 
no problem with Dan the janitor using me for his 
jollies - because I had been "caught" fucking with his 
janitorial duties. But I was enraged that Doyle could 
basically rape me.

Now, this whole experience suddenly left me very 
confused about my sexuality. I was 15, then 16 years 
old. The thought of fucking women really turned me on 
and was the mainstay of my pornographic fantasies. The 
homosexual stuff in my brother's porn novels was a turn 
on, but it was just another perversion - I fantasied a 
lot about women. Homo sex was always connected with 
incest or some other man/woman thing, so I just viewed 
it as an extension of straight sex. But now, I was 
beginning to get a little worried. Maybe I was a homo. 

I had sucked a lot of cock already. And, it really 
turned me on.

Rationalizing, I could discount the experiences with my 
brothers. They were my brothers, I thought, and the 
rest was special circumstances. Yet... Doyle whacking 
my naked ass and making me suck him off had really 
excited me. My own dick throbbed with lust as he 
orgasmed in my mouth... But I hated Doyle and knew that 
he abused me... But, I did the same thing with Peter 
last year (a hundred lifetimes ago in the time of a 
teenager).

And with Jimmy... And my brothers.... And Dan... And, 
everyone else... Was I a faggot? This bothered me. I 
wanted to fuck women. I wanted naked pussy. Didn't I? 
There were no gay people in my world back then. There 
were no bisexuals, not even homosexuals. There were 
just possible homos, faggots and queers.

Continued in part 7...

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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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