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Dad And The Coach
by Joe Troutt (address withheld)

***

A rowdy teenage boy gets a little discipline in his 
life. (MM, adult/teen, spank, oral, anal)

***

Buck Johnson had been athletic director and head coach 
at Leeville High for seven years and had gained the 
admiration of not only the students but the parents, 
faculty and administration as well due to his 
transformation of the Leeville Rams football team. 
Perennial losers in their district, they were now 
contenders nearly every year and had been state champs 
the past two years. Plaques and awards lined his office 
and he was damn proud of them.

Coach Johnson didn't take any shit from any of his 
players; they toed the line or they were off the team. 
Period. No exceptions. And the coach demanded absolute 
respect and the boys did. All of the girls were in love 
with the 45 year old coach, and there was good reason.

Coach Johnson wasn't handsome in the traditional sense. 
He had not only been a football player in college but a 
power-lifter as well, and still had the body to match. 
At 6'5" and 275 pounds, he was most definitely a man's 
man. Brown hair and a perpetual tan rounded out the 
look, which was very intimidating to most of the 
students at the school. A gruff demeanor and mean 
disposition, as well as a reputation for discipline, 
kept his players in line.

***

The coach was doing some paperwork in his private 
office one day when he received a desperate phone call 
from Ed Sawyer, the father of Bobby Sawyer, one of his 
best wide receivers on the team.

"Coach, I need to talk with ya. About Bobby," Mr. 
Sawyer said.

"What's the matter, Ed? Somethin' wrong?"

"I think I better come to your office and talk. It's 
pretty serious.

When's a good time?"

"How about this afternoon? I'll have the assistants 
supervise practice while you and I talk. That sound 
ok?"

"Sure, coach. About 4:30? That's the earliest I can 
make it."

"Great, Ed. See ya then." The coach hung up the phone. 
He was concerned; he hadn't noticed anything wrong with 
the boy, certainly not in the playing department. He 
had caught two touchdown passes in the last game and 
had really played his heart out. Coach Johnson shook 
his head and finished his paperwork.

***

Ed Sawyer showed up promptly at Coach Johnson's office 
around 4:30. The two men shook hands, exchanged 
greetings, and Bobby's father took a chair in front of 
the coach's desk.

"So what's the problem, Ed? Bobby get some gal 
pregnant?"

Ed shook his head. Big and burly himself, the owner of 
the largest construction company in town looked 
extremely puzzled. "Mind if I light up this stogie?" he 
asked, holding up a fat cigar. The coach nodded, 
indicating that it was alright.

"I kinda wish that was the problem, coach. Bobby's been 
acting, well, funny lately."

"Must be pretty bad, Ed. Whaddaya mean, 'funny'?" said 
the coach.

"Coach, I'm gonna be honest with ya. Since I've been 
divorced the last five years and the business has been 
boomin', I just ain't had much time for the kid. I 
don't know where I done wrong." Ed Sawyer continued 
shaking his head.

"Dammit Ed, get to the point. What's been going on with 
Bobby?" The coach was beginning to get impatient.

"Well, the other day, I was takin' a shower after I got 
home from work. I didn't put no shorts on or nothin', 
ya know, I've always been kinda casual around the 
house... anyways, I went to the kitchen to get a beer 
and Bobby was watchin' the TV in the living room when I 
passed through. He stared at my fuckin' crotch, coach! 
He denies it, but I seen it! I think my son is a 
fuckin' queer!"

Now it was Coach Johnson's turn to shake his head in 
disbelief. Bobby Sawyer would be the last for him to 
suspect as being a queer.

"What am I gonna fuckin' do, coach?"

"I dunno, Ed. It's pretty damn obvious that there needs 
to be a little bit more discipline in the kid's life. 
When was the last time you taught him a good lesson? 
Spanked him?" His eyes wandered to the big paddle on 
the wall marked COACH.

"Shit, he's 17 now... hell, I guess it's been about 
three years now."

"THREE YEARS!" exclaimed the coach. "No fucking wonder 
he's turning queer. He needs an old-fashioned 
walloping, that's what he needs. Let me call him off 
the field. We'll take care of him right here and now!" 
With that, the coach left Bobby's father in his office 
and marched to the edge of the practice field.

"SAWYER. In my office. On the double!" he barked. 
"NOWWW!"

Bobby ran to the coach's office with a bewildered look 
his face. He was scared. No one got called into the 
coach's office unless it was to be disciplined...and 
big football players had walked out afterwards reduced 
to tears. Bobby was not looking forward to that 
experience.

***

"Dad!" Bobby exclaimed, when he saw his father in Coach 
Johnson's office. "What are you..."

"Shuddup Sawyer!" the coach barked. "Get down and do 
twenty pushups, and count'em out!"

Bobby immediately obeyed the massive, hairy coach. 
"One, two..."

"Louder!"

"Five...six..." Bobby continued, a little louder.

"I can't hear you!" the burly coach said in a sing-song 
voice.

The boy continued doing pushups and counted them out as 
loud as he could. Finally, he was finished and looked 
at the coach for further instruction.

"OK, Bobby. Stand here by my desk. I gotta ask ya a few 
questions, and I don't want no fuckin' smart-alecky 
answers. Understand?"

"Yes sir!"

"Your dad is concerned about you. Says you been 
checkin' out his pecker. That true?"

Bobby looked at the floor and remained silent.

"ANSWER ME, GODDAMMMIT!"

"Y-yesssir," the boy stammered, clearly embarrassed.

"Are you a queer, boy?"

"I gggguess I am, coach. I can't help it. Dad walks 
aroun' the house all nekkid and stuff, and, well... it 
gets my pecker hard."

"Ed, looks like you were right. Well, sorry if I 
doubted you for a minute. Hey, look at the kid. He's 
gettin' hard with all this talk about dick!"

Ed looked at his son, wearing only a gray workout shirt 
and shorts with a jock, and football cleats. The bulge 
was getting pretty evident even though it was half 
protected by the jockstrap. "Yeah, you're right, coach. 
He's fuckin' turned on by dick!"

"Ed," said the coach. "What say we give him a little of 
what he wants? That way, it could help him to decide if 
he really wants dick after all?"

Mr. Sawyer agreed. "Sounds like a winner to me, coach. 
You're the coach, and you've had ta deal with these 
kinda problems before."

"Bobby, take off your clothes and get down on your 
knees. You're gonna get a closer look on what you've 
been wantin' here lately," said the powerfully built 
coach.

Bobby didn't waste any time. As he got undressed, the 
men shucked off their excess clothing. The coach down 
to his jock, and Bobby's dad down to his boxer shorts.

Ed puffed on his cigar and looked at his son. He was 
really wanting this, he could tell. OK, thought Ed. 
He's gonna find out for sure if he wants it now.

Bobby got down on his knees in front of the men and 
couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of 
him...his dad and his football coach, nearly 
naked...his dick immediately grew all the way hard and 
stood up on its own.

"Ed, you go first. Bobby, reach into your father's 
shorts and pull out that pecker."

Bobby wasted no time diving in the open fly of his 
father's boxers and feeling for the huge cock that he 
had seen many times. He felt the massive length of the 
huge, thick uncut cock and pulled it through the hole.

"Damn, Ed," said the coach. "I didn't know you were 
related to a fuckin' horse!" the coach joked. 

"Yeah, the ladies don't complain at all, coach," Mr. 
Sawyer laughed.

"Bobby, start sucking on your dad. Pull back the 
foreskin on his dick and lick around on the head for a 
minute. That's good. That-a boy. Lick your father's 
purple dickhead. That's it. Make him feel good!" The 
coach was getting excited. He'd done this many times, 
but never with the kid's dad around!

Ed Sawyer groaned and involuntarily started grabbed the 
kid's ears and began a humping motion with his hips. 
"Damn, son, if I'd a known you were this fuckin' good, 
I mighta let you suck me some at home!"

Bobby thrilled at his dad's words and started putting 
the massive dickhead all the way in his mouth. This was 
really getting the kid turned on, and his own cock was 
leaking precum already. He caught a glimpse of the 
coach out of the corner of his eye. The coach's cock 
was every bit as big as his dad's! He watched the 
coach's big balls swaying slowly as he jacked his cock 
while watching Bobby suck his father off.

"Start taking more in your mouth. Gotta learn ya good, 
boy. Do like you're gonna yawn real big, that'll let 
you start taking it down your throat. How's it feelin', 
Ed? He doin' ok?"

"Damn, I ain't had a good blowjob in a long time. He's 
doin' great!"

Bobby started to gag, and his father pulled out some 
and waited. Then, he got the rhythm started again and 
he got used to more cock down his throat until he had 
taken nearly all of the huge root.

As Bobby continued sucking his burly dad, the coach got 
an idea. He reached for the paddle on the wall, and 
walked towards the sucking boy. "Ed, we still gotta 
give him that spanking. He's overdue, ya know."

Mr. Sawyer was in no position to object, with all eight 
and a half thick inches of his cock down his son's 
throat. "Go ahead...do what ya gotta do, coach." He 
continued the obscene thrusting without further ado.

"Bobby, I'm gonna whack ya, but it's for your own 
fuckin' good," the coach leered. He watched the boy's 
muscular butt tremble. But Bobby would not stop 
sucking.

WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!

The coach beat the boy's butt until it was beet red, 
about forty times in all. Bobby was clearly hurting, 
but he didn't miss a stroke as he continued gobbling 
his dad's big dick. The coach reached for the KY jelly 
and stuck some in the boy's crack, lubing it up for his 
cock. "Now, I'm gonna fuck your little chicken ass, 
boy. Get ready for a butt-fuckin' you'll never forget!"

The coach slapped more jelly on his huge cock, then 
placed the cockhead next to the boy's tight sphincter 
and pushed. "Damn, Ed. He's done this before. He ain't 
even cherry!"

Ed Sawyer watched in disbelief as Coach Johnson's huge 
manmeat invaded his son's asshole.

"It's still tight, though! Damn, I think he knows what 
he's doin'!" The coach watched the boy push back with 
his ass, and soon he had all the coach's thick inches 
up his tail. Bobby started wiggling his ass to meet the 
coach's thrusts, jacking his own cock, and sucking his 
dad's cock. It was getting to be too much, and all 
three of them were getting close to cumming.

"Coach! Shit! He's makin' me shoot my load! AW SHIT!! 
He's makin' me... shoooIIIIITTT! AAAAGH!" Ed bucked his 
hips hard, shoved his cock all the way down his son's 
throat and shot jet after jet of thick jism. The huge 
dickhead was buried and Bobby could feel it pulse as 
each cumshot escaped from the tip buried in his teenage 
throat.

"Damn Ed! ME FUCKIN' TOO!" the coach exclaimed, his 
breathing ragged. "Fuckin' shit, yeah! UP YOUR BUTT, 
KID! YOUR FUCKIN' BUTT!"

The coach shoved his cock all the way in and out on the 
last few strokes and smacked the boy's asscheeks as his 
powerful orgasm approached. "YEAH! RIGHT FUCKIN NOW! 
GODDDAMMM!!!" The coach busted his balls and shot so 
much cum that it ran out of the boy's ass and down his 
legs. Just then, Bobby's cock erupted and he 
experienced his own orgasm.

***

"Well Ed, I think this is gonna improve your home-life 
from now on. Need any more discipline, let me know!", 
Coach Johnson said. He mussed Bobby's head with his 
hand and they all laughed. "The team's already gone and 
so has everyone else. Let's all hit the shower and get 
cleaned up!"

The men headed towards the showers.

THE END

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