Chapter 1 – Chapter 1
"That's the last of the equipment inventoried, Bobby. You know why I stayed back with you this evening to help you do this, don't you?"
"Yes, coach," Bobby, the manager of the university football team, said. He was trembling a bit and licking his lips.
"OK, then. Hit the showers."
"Yes, Coach."
"Come here first."
"Yes, Coach."
Ed Tolivar, the football team's offensive coach sat back on his desk top, pushed Bobby down on his knees between his spread thighs, grabbed the hair on the back of the small guy's head with one hand, pulled his own dick out of his gym shorts, and beat the young man with it lightly around his face, while Bobby chased the shaft with his open mouth. With a laugh, Tolivar gave Bobby his cock for several minutes of suck.
Then he lifted Bobby back up onto his feet, turned him, slapped him on the buttocks, and said, "I've got the drill schedules to map out. Then I'll meet you in the training room. Lock the doors on your way back."
"Yes, Coach."
Bobby padded into the locker room, close to hyperventilating on what Coach Tolivar was about to give him. Bobby knew he was going to get fucked when the coach told him they were doing an equipment inventory this evening and that the coach was going to stay to see that he did it right. The inventory wasn't due and it certainly didn't need Coach Tolivar. The coach was fucking him more often now. That was OK with Bobby. He wanted to keep his manager position and all of the perks that came with it. Beyond that, he considered the coach's cocking as one of the perks.
So, he came knowing he'd be fucked. He just didn't know how totally he was going to be fucked.
As, stripped, he reached the shower room, a hand came out from the side of the entrance, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the showers and under a shower head, which the freshman third-string tailback, who Bobby only knew as Stud, turned on full blast.
"Suck me," Stud demanded, pushing Bobby down on his knees and grabbing his head and holding it in place under the heavy stream of water. Bobby resumed on Stud what he'd just been doing with Coach Tolivar. He didn't mind this too much either. Stud was the hunkiest player on the squad, built like a bodybuilder and good-looking as a movie star and with the cock and balls of a horse. Bobby had been wanting to be taken by him since practice for the season had started.
"Gonna fuck you good."
"Shit, yes, but coach is waiting. He'll know."
"I want him to know. All the time I'm fuckin' you, I want you to remember to tell Coach that I'm a team player, a versatile player. I'll do for him what you're gonna do for me. Grab your ankles. And grab 'em good, 'cause I'm gonna lift you off the tiles."
Bobby did as directed and whimpered and panted, as Stud leaned him forward, held him by the hips, and started the long journey of his cock up Bobby's channel. Fully saddled, Stud moved one hand to Bobby's belly, grabbed Bobby's chin with the other, and pulled Bobby's body up to where it was plastered on Stud's torso.
"Now, lock your fists behind my neck and your ankles behind my thighs, 'cause we're goin' downtown."
Bobby complied and was fucked fast and furiously until he shot his load onto the wet shower room floor and was sagging like a rag doll on Stud's pistoning cock.
Stud let him fall in a heap on the floor and left the shower room. Bobby was still whimpering and burbling his complete capitulation when Coach Tolivar, naked, and looking like the trim, powerful Marine he once had been, came looking for Bobby. The coach came down on his knees beside Bobby, asked him what had happened, and listened to Bobby tell him exactly what Stud had told him to tell coach.
Coach Tolivar gently picked the small figure of his team manager up from the floor, carried him carefully down the corridor and into the training room, tenderly laid him on his back on a massage table, jerked his legs wide, and fucked the stuffing out of him.