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 8. Please start with Part 1, which can be found here: Tommy's Coach
Tommy's Coach, Part 8
When me and Dad went to see Coach the next Saturday, he wanted to know all about what happened with Jamie. I told him everything while Dad was blowing me. I was sitting on the couch and Dad was naked on the floor between my legs. Coach had his dick out and was playing with it while we talked. I guess he liked what I said cuz he was wicked stiff.
When I was done, Coach smiled. "Well done, Tommy. You could tell that you really helped Jamie, couldn't you?"
"Yes Coach. He seemed a lot happier when he left."
Coach said, "You're starting to learn that there are lots of kinds of people, Tommy. It's not as simple as just leaders and followers. You're learning fast, but I want you to understand how to really establish yourself. If you're going to be in charge of someone, it's a big responsibility. You need to make sure that they really understand their place in the order of things. Have you ever heard of a 'pecking order,' tiger?"
Dad had my nuts in his mouth and was kinda washing them with his tongue so it was hard to listen to Coach. I wasn't sure what he was talking about so I shook my head.
"Well, among birds, there's usually one dominant leader of the flock. The others line up behind that leader -- the 'alpha' -- and he takes care of them and keeps them in line. There are followers of the alpha that are leaders to the others. The leaders show the followers who's in charge by pecking them with their beaks. Hence 'pecking order.' The more pecking you do, the more you're a leader. The more you get pecked, you're more of a follower. It works very well, because everyone knows where they stand."
I nodded. It made sense I guess.
Coach went on. "Sucking someone's penis is a sure way to show that you're a follower. But the person getting blown, they may also be a follower to someone else. You've seen that now with Jamie and your Dad. Jamie is follower to you, and your Dad is a follower to Jamie."
This was kinda weird. I hadn't really thought of Jamie being a leader to anybody, but I guess Coach was right about how things went when Jamie came over. "But does the order ever change, Coach? I mean, Dad kinda took charge of Jamie in the beginning."
Coach nodded. "Sure, sport. It can be fluid like that. If you have two followers, they might change places or get along well enough to take care of each other versus others. Your Dad was helping Jamie to learn what it means to be a follower. It's something your Dad understands really well, so he's in a good position to educate your friend. Your Dad was also helping you to be a leader, Tommy. He knows his place."
Coach smiled at Dad. "You did well, Bob. Quite a line you crossed, molesting your son's friend when he came to visit. I know that you're happy with any cock in your mouth, but it seems you're still pretty fixated on where you started with your brother. That's typical. The first cock you suck becomes your model for all others. You love boydick, Bob. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. As long as you keep your place and behave yourself."
Dad whimpered a little. He was really stiff.
Coach looked at me. "Just so we're clear, Tommy. You understand who's in charge here, don't you?"
I was a little confused. "Ummm. Yes, Coach."
"Who's in charge here, Tommy?" He was using the voice that's a little scary.
"You are, Coach."
Coach stood up. "That's my boy. You get up too, sport. Bob, lie on your back with your head in the middle. You can let your legs hang over the end." Dad seemed sort of anxious but he did it. "Tommy, face your Dad and put your knees on either side of his head. Put your hands on the couch and bend over so you can feed him your dick." I giggled a little but climbed up. With a little moving around I was leaning over Dad and I got my boner back in his mouth. It was cool cuz I could move back and forth however I wanted. I could feel Dad's breath through his nose on my tummy.
I didn't really know what Coach was up to, but I could tell he wasn't wanting any arguments. I heard him open a drawer behind me. Then I felt his hand on my butt. "You're a leader, Tommy. So I'm not going to make you blow me. But I do want you to remember me whenever you're getting your dick sucked. I want you to remember this feeling, Tommy."
I hadn't thought about Coach making me suck his dick. I guess I would if he told me too. But this was even more strange. Coach's finger was between my butt cheeks. It felt slippery. He rubbed it around down there til I was slippery too. I looked up at him and was gonna say something, but he gave me a look that said I should be quiet. "Keep your dick in Dad's mouth, Tommy. This is happening. Don't fight me."
When he pushed his finger inside me my butt squeezed tight on its own. Coach kept pushing and I felt it go in a little at a time til his hand was right up against me. It pressed me harder against Dad's mouth so I was all the way inside him. Coach started to move his finger in and out of me.
It was so weird. My dick was like a nail. I didn't want to like what Coach was doing, but the more he did it the more I wanted him to. Dad was looking daggers at Coach but he didn't stop sucking me. Coach wiggled his finger inside and it made my dick twitch like mad. My face was so hot it must have been as red as a firetruck.
"This feeling, Tommy. Your butt full. You feel it there, but you feel it in your dick too, don't you?"
I could only nod and pant for air.
Coach grinned at Dad. "My finger's buried in your son's ass, Bob. Just so you know. He seems to be enjoying it. Are you enjoying it, Tommy?"
I swallowed. "It's... weird."
Coach raised his eyebrows. "Are you enjoying my finger in your butt, Tommy?"
I couldn't really argue. He could probably tell by how my toes were curled up. "Y-yes Coach."
"There we go. Enjoying it. Just so everyone understands."
Coach dug into me harder and I pushed Dad's head into the couch. I heard myself make this squeal almost like a girl when I went over the top. I squeezed everyplace over and over and over and I felt my butt hugging Coach's finger in time with my dick dancing. Dad grunted and I felt my legs get sprayed. I liked when me and Dad did it at the same time.
Coach laughed and wiggled his finger til I stopped shaking, then took it out really slowly. "Best one ever, Tommy? Tell the truth."
I nodded. Coach said, "So you'll remember that feeling when you're getting blown, and you'll remember who's in charge." It wasn't a question, but I said, "Yes Coach" anyways.
I sat back on Dad's chest. Dad swallowed and looked at Coach. He was really red in the face. His voice was low when he talked. "Mike... I won't stand by and let you... go further. I'll go to jail but so will you. I won't allow it."
Coach grinned. "Bob, I'm proud of you, you know. You actually do have a spine in there. I respect you and Tommy a great deal. I have no intention of fucking your son."
Dad seemed relieved. I was confused. "You mean... you were..." I stared at Coach's dick. It's way way WAY bigger than his finger. Coach messed up my hair.
"No, Tommy. I wouldn't do that to you. It's not your place." Coach picked me up under my arms and lifted me off the couch. He climbed up to where I was, with his knees around Dad's head. "And I'm not going to do it to your Dad either, but for a different reason. I'm just not that into in his butt."
Coach rubbed his stiffy over Dad's face and laid it against his lips. Dad was still looking pretty upset, but he opened his mouth and took it. Coach started to move back and forth, sliding his hardon in and out. After a minute he went on talking like normal. "All that said, I do fully intend to fuck Jamie. And you two are going to get him ready for me."
Dad made some noises like he didn't like that. But I saw his dick start to get hard again.
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On the way home from Coach's house, Dad was really quiet. I wanted to know what he was thinking.
"Are we gonna do it, Dad? What Coach said, about Jamie?"
He thought for a minute. "We're not going to make Jamie do anything that Jamie doesn't want to do, Tommy."
I nodded, but I wasn't sure what that meant. "Do you think Jamie wanted to suck on my dick?" I asked. "I mean, he didn't seem to want to, til you... you know... you got him so hard he'd probably do anything."
Dad looked kinda embarrassed. "I didn't know that I wanted to do it to Uncle Matt until I did it, Tommy. Jamie seemed happy at the end didn't he? And he said he wanted to come back. I think he knows what that means."
"Oh ya. He totally wants you to blow him more."
"I think it's more than that, Tommy. He looks up to you. I can see it."
I stared out of the car window cuz I felt really awks about the next question. "Dad... did you and Uncle Matt... did you do... butt stuff?"
Dad shook his head. "No, we didn't. It wasn't something we thought about, really. It's not like we were gay. He only felt it was ok when he was thinking of me being Jennifer."
"It felt weird. When Coach did that."
Dad put his hand on my knee. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I shouldn't have let him do that to you. I won't let him do it anymore, I promise."
I shrugged. "It wasn't bad, Dad. Just weird. It was really weird the first time you sucked on me too. But I liked it. I don't want him to put his dick in me though. It's like huge. So thanks for telling him no to that."
Dad didn't say anything for a minute but I could sorta feel his eyes on me. "What?" I finally said.
He was smiling. "I could tell you didn't hate it," he said.
I giggled. "I came wicked hard."
Dad smiled more. "You came wicked hard, yes. And... you actually came, Tommy. Just a tiny bit. But I tasted it."
"No way."
"Yes way. Trust me, I know." He squeezed my knee. I believed him cuz if anybody knows the taste of cum, it's my Dad. I felt really grown up.
Finally Dad said, "So, I think that Jamie won't hate it either."
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Jamie came over again after our game on Wednesday. He was in a good mood cuz he got two hits. Coach took him aside and told him how proud he was. I never saw Jamie smile so much. It was school vacation so Jamie asked if he could stay over and his Dad said ok.
I still didn't really know what my Dad was thinking about what Coach said. I saw Jamie looking at my Dad on the way home and his face got red so I figured he was thinking about what happened last time. Dad acted totally normal. When we got in the house he said, "Strip and hit the shower, boys. Leave your clothes in Tommy's room and I'll throw your uniforms in the wash.
When we took off our uniform pants, I saw Jamie had his cup on over his underpants. I laughed and showed him my butt, cuz I didn't wear underpants at all when I had the cup on. Jamie laughed too. "Is that how you're supposed to..." he started.
"It's how Coach showed me to wear it, so I guess that's the right way."
"Wasn't it weird being naked with Coach?"
I shrugged. "Not really. He was nice about it. He didn't even make fun of my little dick like you do." By then I was naked. Jamie blushed some but he took off his underpants too. We were both about half stiff. He looked confused.
"Who's gonna shower first?" he asked.
Dad was at the door. I didn't bother to close it. Jamie started to cover up but Dad smiled at him and he stopped. Dad said, "I've seen it before, Jamie... remember?" Jamie got even redder. "You can both go together. There's room and we don't need to waste the water." He started gathering up the clothes and I pushed Jamie toward the bathroom. It was neat walking around the house bare naked.
I poked the bruise on Jamie's butt from our batting practice. He squealed and pretended it hurt a lot and we laughed as we got in the shower. It's not that big so we were close together and our dicks bumped sometimes. We both got stiffer and giggled like crazy. Then Jamie got kinda serious.
"Tommy... you know... Coach told me that he never saw anybody get a better swing so fast." It was weird but while he was talking he kept looking down at my dick, then back up at me. "I know I said it before, but... thanks... I-I never had a friend... like you."
I smiled. What he said made me feel good. He looked down again. I said, "It's cool. I liked teaching you. You're a good friend too, Jamie." He was totally staring at my hardon now. After a minute I said, "You want to touch it?" He bit his lip and looked away. I remembered what Coach said, about how sometimes it's easier for people if you just tell them. "Touch my dick, Jamie. I want you to."
He bit his lip more but he reached out and held my stiffy in his hand. He looked up at me kinda embarrassed. He was totally hard now. "It's not gay, right?"
"Nope. It's just guy stuff." I handed him the soap. He looked down but he guessed what I meant so he started to wash me. It felt really nice with his fingers all slippery. He started to relax when he saw I wasn't gonna tease him or anything. He did it quietly for a while but then he said, "Do you think your Dad... you know... do you think he'd do... that... again?"
"Totally, ya. Remember he said he likes it. You just gotta ask him. I bet he will for sure." All of a sudden Jamie wanted to get out of the shower. I laughed and we got dried off.
Dad was in the kitchen when we got out. I think Jamie was looking for his backpack to get dressed but I stayed naked and he followed me. Dad grinned when he saw us. "I'm very glad that you've gotten to feel comfortable here, Jamie. You never need to wear clothes when you visit." He put his hand on Jamie's head. Jamie smiled but he didn't say anything. I elbowed him. He looked at me like saying 'shut up.' I looked back at him like, 'just ask him, you doofus.' Dad was looking at us both like we were crazy.
"What's up, boys?" he finally asked.
Jamie was red as an apple. He stared at the floor and almost whispered. "I was j-just wondering, Mr W-Walker. You know... if you wanted to... or if you'd... you know..."
Dad moved his hand to Jamie's shoulder and got down on one knee so he could look in Jamie's face. "Don't be ashamed, Jamie. It's ok. Ask for what you want."
Jamie raised his eyes. "I was hoping maybe you'd... do what you did last time."
"Ask me properly, Jamie. I want us to be clear about what you want, so that there's no regrets afterwards."
Jamie swallowed hard. "Would you please... s-suck on my... p-penis... Mr Walker?" Jamie's knees were shaking a little. Dad smiled big and hugged him with his hands on Jamie's butt.
"I'd be happy to suck on your penis, Jamie. Go get comfortable on the guest bed and I'll be right in."
Jamie basically ran back to my room and dove onto the bed. I giggled. "Dad's good at it, isn't he?" Jamie nodded fast. "I told you, he did it since he was our age." Jamie looked at me kinda strangely but nodded again. Dad came to the door.
"On your back, Jamie. Spread your legs." Dad was using his Dad voice again. I saw how Jamie did stuff right away when you talked to him that way. Dad got down at the end of the bed with his head between Jamie's legs. He smiled and started to lick Jamie's nuts really slowly. Jamie was making noises right away. Dad took his time and when he finally took Jamie's hardon in his mouth Jamie was panting with his eyes closed and his butt was squirming. Dad looked at me like last time. I moved over and stood next to the bed. Dad raised his eyebrows. I laid my stiffy against Jamie's lips.
Jamie opened his eyes and looked up at me. Then he looked down at Dad. I guess he remembered last time and he shook his head a little. Dad stopped sucking him and just waited. Jamie wiggled and his eyes were like begging. Dad waited. Jamie turned back and looked up at me. I said, "Open your mouth, Jamie. This is how we do it. You knew that when you asked."
He squeaked but then he slowly opened his mouth. Dad waited til I put my dick in and Jamie started sucking on it before he started back on Jamie again. Dad went really slowly and Jamie was mostly just holding me in his mouth. Dad stopped again.
"Sit on his chest, Tommy. Put a pillow under his head to make it easier for him."
I thought that was kinda strange but I did it. Jamie was confused. He understood once I was on top of him and my dick was in his face again. He opened up without asking this time. After that Dad started telling Jamie what to do, how to suck on me, how to use his tongue and stuff. Every time Jamie did what Dad said, Dad would suck him more. Before long I was leaning forward and my nuts were in Jamie's mouth. I just smiled down at him like it was the most normal thing there was. Mostly Jamie kept his eyes closed.
All of a sudden Jamie got this weird look on his face. His eyes got really wide and he went stiff all over. Made little grunts and made like he was trying to get up. He couldn't though cuz I was sitting on him. Dad said, "Relax, Jamie. This is part of it. You'll like it if you relax." I guessed what Dad was doing. I pressed down more on his chest and put my boner back on his lips. "Make him cum now, Dad. I want him to cum with my dick in his mouth." I pushed forward with my hips and Jamie opened. I felt him shake all over underneath me. His eyes went wild and he sucked on me wicked hard. That sent me over and my dick twitched like mad in his mouth. He made a weird face and he tried to turn his head away, but I kept my nuts against his chin til I was done.
I looked back over my shoulder and sure enough Dad had his hand under Jamie's butt. I couldn't really see but it looked like he had his finger way up inside. I leaned back and let my wet shiny dick slide out of Jamie's mouth. Jamie was still all red. I said, "I bet that was the best one ever, Jamie."
Jamie seemed like he didn't want to talk. I poked his arm. "It was, wasn't it. C'mon. I know it's weird but it's awesome too."
I think Jamie was almost crying. He was really quiet. "Y-you... you... spermed in my mouth... and your Dad... he..."
I giggled. "I spermed you and you spermed Dad. I only started sperming last Saturday so I bet you make a lot more than me."
Jamie looked around me at Dad. "Y-you didn't tell me..." Dad smiled a little and pulled out of Jamie's butt really slowly. "You never answered Tommy's question, Jamie. It was, wasn't it? The best one ever."
Jamie turned his head away but then he nodded. Dad patted Jamie's legs with his hands. "Well, if you decide that you don't like having your dick sucked, we don't need to do this anymore, Jamie. You did ask. And I think you enjoyed it. I can tell. Like Tommy said, it's weird, but awesome. And as for Tommy, I saw you in the shower, Jamie. I saw you washing Tommy's hardon. I think you were enjoying that too. It's all good, son. Just guy stuff."
I climbed off of Jamie and he seemed to calm down some. Dad stayed and we talked about the game and normal stuff. After a while Jamie was smiling and yakking about how he got his hits. Dad said, "Time for dinner. You guys hungry?"
Jamie and me both said "Totally ya" at the same time. I guess when you hang out with somebody a lot you start to talk alike. I punched his arm and said "Jinx! You owe me a coke." He rolled his eyes and laughed.
Dad pulled Jamie's backpack out from under the bed. He must have put it there when we were in the shower. He looked straight at Jamie. "Here's your stuff, Jamie. If we made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry. If you don't want to do these things with us any more, we'll understand completely. You'll still be welcome here and we won't ever talk about it again. You can get dressed if you like. Let's go eat."
Dad left for the kitchen. I waited for Jamie for a minute. He sat on the bed holding his backpack. I touched his shoulder and he didn't look at me. Finally I went to join Dad in the kitchen. He was making mac and cheese. It was almost ready when Jamie came in to join us.
Me and Dad both smiled. Jamie was still totally naked.