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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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