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 6. Please start with Part 1, which can be found here: Tommy's Coach
Tommy's Coach, Part 6
We had practice the day after the game. I got home from school and Dad said he'd take me. I was in my room and I got undressed to put on my uniform. Then I remembered how Coach usually asked Dad about stuff.
I'm not supposed to yell in the house, but I did anyways. "Dad? Daaaadddddd?"
He came to my door. Since things changed I didn't close it anymore when I was changing clothes. "Geez Tommy, I was just in the next room. Indoor voice, please." He saw that I was naked and smiled a little. I guess he didn't mind how I didn't mind. "What's the emergency, son?"
I was still sort of embarrassed to talk about the new stuff. "Umm... I guess... Coach is probably gonna ask you about... you know... when you did it last."
Dad rolled his eyes. "You want me to do it so I can say yes to Coach, Tommy?"
My dick was getting hard. "Well, ya," I started. He raised his eyebrows at me. He kinda had me. "Ya, cuz of Coach... but... I just want you to do it, too." Dad chuckled and sat on my bed. Seems like Coach getting Dad to say he liked doing it to me made it easier for him. He started to lean over into my lap. I was all the way hard by then, but there was still something bugging me.
"Dad?"
He looked impatient. "What now, Tommy? I'm doing it."
"Coach said you're supposed to... you know... like you did with Uncle Matt." He didn't say anything. "Coach is gonna ask about that too, I bet," I said.
Dad looked down and shook his head. "You remember every single word that Coach says, but I can't get you to remember to take out the trash." He sighed, but he stood up and took off his pants and underpants. His dick was hard too. It was cool to know that he wasn't just saying he liked blowing me.
I never saw my Dad jerk off before. Before this I probably would have run away and washed my eyes with soap if I saw it. But with his mouth on me it was different. When he started I could tell what Uncle Matt must have meant. The faster Dad pumped his hand on his, his mouth and tongue went faster on mine. He had his eyes closed at first but then he opened them and he was looking at me. I could feel my face was red. Dad moaned and I felt it vibrate me from the base of my wiener all the way down to my toes. He locked on like a vacuum cleaner and I thought maybe he was gonna suck it right off me. My butt was dancing all over the place when Dad grunted really low and I saw him go off like a geyser. It went everyplace, especially on my leg. It's weird but seeing him shoot set me off too and I saw the lights and my dick squeezed harder and more than ever. He kept his mouth there til I started to get soft. We were both breathing hard. When he finally pulled off he didn't look up til he'd licked all his stuff off my leg.
After a minute Dad kissed my tummy. He was still dripping. "I guess Coach will be happy when you tell him about this." His face seemed sad.
I was still panting for air and thinking I was lucky that I had such an awesome father. "Dad... I guess it doesn't really matter what Coach thinks. I'm really, really happy. Are you happy too, Dad?"
Dad smiled big and ruffled my hair as he got up. "I'm happy too, son. Now don't forget your flippin' cup."
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That Saturday we went back to Coach's. Dad just came and got me when it was time to go. It was weird but even though we knew why we were going we talked about normal stuff on the way. It wasn't like we were avoiding talking about blowjobs. It seemed like not such a big deal anymore.
When we got there we talked about the game for a while. Then Coach looked at Dad and said, "Shouldn't you be getting ready, Bob? You know why you're here, cocksucker." Dad nodded and started to undress. Coach calling my Dad a cocksucker would have been pretty awful just a few weeks ago, but now it seemed mostly normal. My Dad liked to suck cocks, especially mine. What's so bad about that? It seemed like it made everybody happier.
When Dad was naked, he looked at Coach like he was waiting for directions. Coach grinned when he saw Dad was hard already. "It's time for the next step, Bob," he said. "You've been making some good progress. Tommy seems well taken care of. I think you're a better parent now, don't you agree?" My Dad nodded his head, but I could tell he was nervous about what Coach might say next. I wondered too.
Coach went on. "I think you really found your purpose back when you were Tommy's age, between your brother's legs, pretending to be his girlfriend so that he'd let you have his penis in your mouth. I think we should help you find that feeling again, Bob. It'll help you to truly accept yourself."
Dad looked embarrassed and unsure. I could see his heartbeat in his dick though. Finally Coach said, "In the bathroom you'll find shaving supplies. It's time for you to lose your pubic hair, Bob. We're going to help you feel like you did when you were little. I want you bare from the waist down, and I want you to keep yourself that way from now on." Dad's face was getting redder and redder but he didn't say anything. "Besides, cocksuckers don't get to have pubes, Bob. It's just not proper. Go ahead, and don't come out until you've done a thorough job."
Dad hung his head and he kinda stomped off toward the bathroom. After a minute the water started running and Coach smiled. He patted my leg. "Get your clothes off, tiger." I started to strip without really thinking about it. Coach watched me. "You're a handsome boy, Tommy. I'm not queer or anything, but you remind me of me when I was young. I have to say that boys your age can be a beautiful sight. I love watching your Dad slide his lips over your hard-on."
I wriggled out of my underpants and Coach felt my nuts. "Looks like you're pretty well healed here, Tommy. Anything still hurt?"
I shook my head but he didn't take his hand away. Coach had a funny little smile. "I remember my first blowjob. I was 11 and had just started getting erections. It was a man in my neighborhood. He had this look in his eyes when I had my shirt off mowing his lawn. Somehow I just knew that he'd do pretty much anything I told him to do. I'd only heard about cocksucking on the playground and I hardly believed it was real. But I saw that look... how he stared at me. I was nervous as hell but I told him to do it. And he did it. Dropped to his knees and yanked on my zipper. And I told him I wanted him to pay me ten dollars every time he did it. And he did. I stuck my penis in his mouth until I came and then he gave me a $10 bill. And he thanked me after, every time. Once a week for three years, until he moved away. It was the best feeling ever. Not just the blowjobs, Tommy. Telling him, and watching him do what I said."
Coach was slowly playing with me as he talked. I was stiff as a nail. "I learned to recognize that look, Tommy. I saw it in men and boys and women and girls. It's a need that they have, a need to be given a purpose and a direction." He chuckled. "Anyway, like I said, I had my dick sucked a lot since then."
I nodded. "You mean like how Jamie looks at Scott."
Coach slapped my thigh. "You are a smart lad, Tommy. That's exactly what I mean. But what you don't see is that he looks at you that way too."
I hadn't really thought about it, but with how Jamie followed me around it seemed true. Coach was right about everything anyway, so I believed him.
Coach went on. "Between you and me, Tommy, there's another reason I want your Dad to be bare. Without all his hair, he'll be less intimidating to boys like Jamie."
I didn't understand. "What do you mean, Coach?"
"I mean that your Dad is going to be blowing a lot of the boys on the team, tiger. He'll be blowing boys like Jamie to teach them how to suck cock. And he'll be sucking on other boys because they're the type that deserve it."
When Coach said that it made me kinda uncomfortable. I thought about me and Dad and how close we were now, and I wasn't sure I wanted him to do all that stuff. I didn't mind him blowing Coach, cuz we did that together so it was a thing that we shared. This seemed different.
"I thought... Jamie was gonna blow me, Coach. He's coming over tonight."
Coach chuckled. "Oh, I expect he will, Tommy. But your Dad will help him learn how. Your Dad is a cocksucking Jedi, for Chrissakes. He's the fucking Yoda of cocksuckers. You need to let him be himself. He'll be happier for it, I promise. And I'm completely sure that he won't let that interfere with taking care of you, sport."
It was neat to hear that, since Coach knew so much about cocksucking. I still felt weird and confused though.
"What should I do, Coach? With Jamie, I mean."
"Just follow your instincts, Tommy. You'll do fine. Oh, and... get him naked. In my experience, a person is a lot more likely to do what you tell them when they're naked."
Just then, Dad came back from the bathroom. He was totally bare on the bottom and he wasn't hard anymore. I couldn't help it... I laughed out loud. His dick looked like mine, totally bald and pretty small. He gave me a dirty look. I was kinda surprised that Coach didn't laugh. He said, "That's a fine job, Bob. How do you feel?"
Dad thought for a moment. "I feel extremely naked," he whispered.
"Well said, Bob. You're more naked now than you've been since you started sprouting pubes. Just like you were when you were Tommy's age, begging your brother to let you suck on him. Do you remember? Unzipping his pants... tugging on your smooth little dicklet as you licked all around the head?" Dad's dick stated to get straight again. "That's it, Bob. Just like a little boy, hungry for his brother's love. And his brother's penis. Because even then, you knew deep inside that you were made to use your mouth to serve the cocks of those who deserve it."
Dad's face was red but his dick said that Coach was right. I saw it twitch and it dripped a little. Coach chuckled and unzipped his pants. He just said, "Time to get busy, Bob." Dad got busy.