This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any existing people or events is coincidental. If a story involving sexual contact with minors bothers you or is illegal where you live, stop reading now. This is Part 5. Please start with Part 1, which can be found here: Tommy's Coach
Tommy's Coach, Part 5
Coach has this awesome truck. It sits up high off the ground and it's got big wheels and dark tinted windows and these really cool pinstripes. So I was psyched when he said that he'd drive me and Dad to our away game the next Wednesday. It was about an hour away so we'd get to hang out. Dad was quiet when I told him about it.
Coach picked us up at our house and we threw my gear into the back. The front seat is a big bench all the way across and I got to sit in the middle between Coach and Dad. At first we talked about the game and stuff. Coach and Dad seemed to be getting along and that made me feel good.
Then Coach looked at Dad and said, "What do cocksuckers do, Bob?" Dad just looked at him and turned red. Coach waited but not for too long. "Bob, it's not a trick question. What do cocksuckers do?"
Dad looked down. "They... suck." He said it softly.
Coach rolled his eyes. "Say it all, Bob."
Dad sighed and said, "They suck cock."
"That wasn't so hard, was it? It's so simple. You're a cocksucker. Cocksuckers suck cock. So why aren't you sucking a cock right now, Bob?"
Dad looked surprised. "We're... in public... people will see."
"I've had more blowjobs in this truck than I can count. Why do you think the windows are dark? Nobody's going to see you doing what you do best. Tommy, take your pants down. Bob, you can keep your clothes on whenever we do this in the truck."
Dad was nervous as he watched me push my pants and jockstrap down. It was neat to feel the leather of the seat on my butt. I was a little scared too but I trusted Coach and I wanted a blowjob anyways. I was getting to like blowjobs a whole lot. I saw that Coach was undoing his pants too.
"Your mouth on Tommy and your hand on me, Bob. Let's see you get us both off at once." Coach was grinning at me.
I could tell Dad wasn't too happy, but he was looking at my dick and at Coach's dick. They were both sticking up already. His face was red but he had that look in his eyes I thought I saw before when he was blowing me, like he was hungry. He bent over and put his lips around me and starting moving his tongue around. I put my hands on his head.
Coach chuckled. "There we are. Fulfilling your purpose. Me too, Bob." Coach took Dad's hand and led it to his dick. Dad kept it there and started to jack him off real slow.
Coach started talking to me like Dad wasn't even there. It was weird since Dad was blowing me and it felt awesome and it made it kinda hard to pay attention. I tried to listen as best I could.
"Remeber we talked about the two types of people, Tommy? Those who take charge, and those who are happier if someone takes charge of them?" I nodded. Dad had his tongue on my nuts and it was making me wiggle. "Who on our team are the take-charge types, do you think? I want you to learn to recognize people that way."
I thought about it. For sure there were some guys that were the leaders on the team. It didn't even seem to matter how old they were, just how they talked and acted. "Scott Akers?" I was pretty sure. Scott is 11 and he has a way of telling the other guys what they're doing wrong without making them feel bad about it.
Coach nodded. "Very good, Tommy. Scott is a take-charge type for sure. His Dad is that way too. And I think you're also that way, Tommy. You're not loud, or a braggard... that's not what taking charge means. You lead by example and expect the other boys to do their best, and they can feel that." It made be proud to hear Coach talk about me that way, especially in front of Dad. "Now... is there someone on the team that seems like he'd rather be taken charge of?"
I pictured some of the other guys. "I guess... Jamie. Jamie's 10 but acts like he's 7 sometimes. He's like a puppy dog. He follows me and Scott around and acts sulky if you say something to him about a mistake."
Coach messed up my hair. "Perfect. You're catching on really quickly, Tommy. These things are just part of being human. It's totally natural. Think about sports. Why do we have sports? It's a tribal thing. Teams and tribes have natural leaders that take charge. People want to feel like they're part of a tribe, and they want to know what part they play in the tribe. It's the same with herds of animals. There's always a leader that emerges by being strong. And people are still animals in some ways, after all."
Coach grunted a little. Dad was working on my dick harder now and I was panting and squirming like mad. His hand was still pumping on Coach too. I felt my dick jump and twitch and my eyes rolled up. "Ohhh godddd." I couldn't hold it in.
Coach smiled at me. "That must have been a good one, sport." I could only nod while I caught my breath. Coach looked at Dad. "Now me, Bob. I need to cum and I'm sure as hell not going to make a mess in my truck." Dad didn't even look up as he slid over me and put his mouth on Coach's dick.
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During the game, Coach sat next to me on the bench. We were batting and we were watching Jamie take his swings. He was trying but he still couldn't stand in the box if there was a pitch inside.
I could tell Coach was thinking. He said, "You should have Jamie over to your house for a sleepover, Tommy."
I was surprised. "How come, Coach? He's not like my friend or anything."
Coach said, "I think it would do wonders to boost his confidence, sport. He's got potential, but he needs someone to take charge of him. I bet he'll be happier and more relaxed and play better if he has that. You know, the same way your Dad seems happier... lately." He smiled at me like we were sharing a secret. I guess we were.
I nodded a little. I still wasn't sure I wanted to hang around with Jamie. He just wasn't all that interesting or fun.
I guess Coach could tell that I wasn't too excited about the idea. Then he said, really slowly, "I think that Jamie would do pretty much anything... anything at all... to make you like him and make you happy, Tommy. I think you can help him understand his role in the tribe."
I finally figured out what Coach meant. I felt my face get hot but I smiled too. Coach dropped a batting helmet onto my head and pushed me to the on-deck circle. "You're up next, tiger. If Scott gets the runner to third, be ready for the squeeze play."
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We held on for a 6 to 5 win against the Indians. Coach was in a good mood on the way home, cuz they'd beaten us bad last year and they were usually the best in the league. Scott got the last out on a wicked curveball. He said he was going to teach me how to throw it.
"You should be proud of your boy, Bob. He laid down a perfect bunt and it brought in the go-ahead run. It's a lost skill in baseball, bunting. It means that you're willing to give yourself up for the team. Most kids hate doing it. Hell, most pros can't even do it anymore when they try."
Dad and I both grinned. Coach was tough so it meant even more when he said something good about you. "You should be proud of yourself too, Bob. You've raised a fine son, despite your marriage issues. And you have a damn fine mouth." Dad looked less happy. "I mean it, Bob. When my cock is in your mouth, I can feel you making love to it with your tongue. Whatever reluctance you pretend goes away the second my dick touches your lips. It's so rare that people these days take pride in what they do, and anybody that does something exceptionally well should never be ashamed of it. People like Tommy and I need people like you. It's all a balance, and we should respect and value you for the important service you provide." Dad was staring out the window of the truck.
"And even better, you don't have any reservations about age. About sucking young boys, I mean. In fact, I think you probably prefer a small bare penis to a full-grown cock. I've known a lot of cocksuckers, but it's a gift to find one that's into blowing nine year-olds." Dad was bright red and didn't say anything. "I guess it's probably because the first cock you sucked was a preteen, nice and smooth and pretty. They're so elegant, don't you think? I have to say, watching you blow Tommy is a beautiful thing. I can tell how much you both love it, even if you won't yet say it out loud."
Dad swallowed. He looked out the side window, then turned and looked at me. After a minute he said, "I like blowing Tommy."
Coach reached over and squeezed Dad's shoulder. I grinned and hugged his arm. Dad smiled a little.
"That's a big step, Bob. I'm proud of you. How did it feel to say it?"
"It felt... ok. I just want you to know that I love you, Tommy. It's nice to make you feel good. I want to make you happy in any way that I can."
Coach laughed, but not in a mean way. "And you like the feel of his little stiffy in your mouth. It makes your own cock hard. We know this about you, Bob. Don't we, Tommy?" I nodded. Dad couldn't really hide it since Coach started making him get naked.
Dad finally shrugged. "Ok. Ok. Yes, Coach. I like Tommy's penis in my mouth. I liked sucking on my brother's dick too. But it's because I love them, it's part of that. How their faces look when I'm doing it, how happy they are. It makes me hard because... well... when I was little, my brother told me to play with myself when I was doing it. I guess my body just remembers that."
"More progress, Bob. It's really helpful when you share these things. I think your brother was very smart. Tell me... was his penis in your mouth the very first time you had an orgasm?"
Dad nodded. Coach smiled. "This explains a lot, Bob. Did your brother say why he liked for you to do that?"
Dad stared at the floor. "He said I did it better when I was jerking off."
Coach chuckled. "In order for him to know that, you must have been pulling on your dicklet while sucking before he ever told you to. And he noticed the difference. Am I right?"
Dad hesitated but nodded again. Coach said, "The more you can admit these things to yourself, the happier you'll be. It's very natural for a cocksucker to cum only when his mouth is full. There's a strong connection there, and your brother did you a favor by helping you discover it. The next time you're blowing Tommy, I want you to masturbate to orgasm before he cums." Dad and I both blushed at that.
Coach seemed done with Dad then. He said, "Tommy, about Jamie. You'll invite him over, like we talked about?"
"Sure Coach. I guess that would be... fun?" I was still not totally sure what we'd do.
"You can help him with the main thing that's holding him back, I think. He's afraid of the ball. You got hit with the ball in the worst possible place and you're ok, so you can talk to him about that. Help him learn how to hang in when he's pitched inside and it'll add 200 points to his average. He'll learn better from you than from me, I bet."
"That makes sense, Coach."
"He's a pleaser, Jamie is. I think he'll want to make you happy. So, you just have to tell him what makes you happy. Do you see what I mean, Tommy?"
I just sortof blurted out the next thing. It was weird to say it but I didn't know how else to ask. "You think he wants to blow me, Coach?"
Coach laughed. Dad didn't think it was funny. Coach said, "I dont think it's occurred to him that way, Tommy. But if he were to understand that it makes you happy... who knows?"
Dad cleared his throat. "Mike, I don't think it's a good idea to encourage... that." He had a weird expression on his face.
Coach seemed to understand. "I can see two reasons why you might be uncomfortable, Bob. First, you're probably worried that if something happens, Jamie might tell. That one's easy. If it gets out that Jamie sucked Tommy's dick, that will be bad for Jamie. Jamie will understand, I'm very sure. Tommy can just explain this to him. You never told anyone about blowing your brother, did you?" Dad shook his head and Coach gave him an 'I told you so' look before going on. "Now, the second reason may be more difficult. You'd be jealous of anybody else having that sort of fun with Tommy. Yes?"
Dad didn't say anything. Coach waited and then went on. "I can totally understand that, Bob. But you have to understand that a boy like Tommy is going to get his dick sucked a lot. It's the natural course of things, and he has a right to it. It would be wrong for you to stand in the way and deny him all that fun. Wouldn't it?"
Dad didn't answer. "Wouldn't it be wrong, Bob? To stand in the way?" Coach wasn't going to let it go.
Dad swallowed and said, "When Matt was 14, he told me he'd finally gotten his girlfriend to blow him. He was so proud, and I was so sad and angry. I was mad at him for a long time and he didn't understand why. He said I should be happy for him. But after a couple of weeks, he... asked for me again. So I knew that he still needed me. It seemed... more ok after that."
Dad looked at me and finally said, "So I guess it would be wrong, ya." We were quiet the rest of the way home.