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"Team Player" (M/m/m, athletic, humil., mild  n/c)
By Luz Rojo (e-mail to "luzrojo" plus [no spam] "@aol.com")
Other  stories by Luz Rojo at: http://www.luzrojo.com

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This story was  originally written on request for the Yahoo Group, "Jock 
Stories," at  
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jockstories/.  As requested, this story  was 
written to 
contain elements of mildly non-consensual sex and humiliation  in an 
athletic, locker-
room situation.  All character's are 18 years of  age or older and, of 
course, it is a complete 
work of fiction so no one was  harmed in the making of this story.

Any similarity to actual persons,  living or dead, is purely the product of 
your own erotic 
imagination, which  I very much like to encourage.

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"Team Player"

I was a  freshman with a knack for track and field.
He was a senior who'd be going to  the Olympic trials the next year.

I was a young, horny, pent up  18-year-old freshman.
He was a 22-year-old Adonis of a senior.

But  there we were, part of the same college team, with the same head coach 
telling  us 
what to do as we ran laps around the inside of the gym because the snow  made 
it 
impossible to practice outside at this time of year.

Back  home at Lincoln High School, six months earlier, I'd been the senior 
star of our  
track team and I guess I'd gotten pretty cocky and full of myself.  I  
thought I was tuff-
stuff, and the track scholarship I got just had me  convinced I was the 
greatest thing ever.  
Now, in college, I was the  low man on the pole and I wasn't adjusting too 
well to my new 
position on  the bottom.

The star here was Gavin, and he was amazing.

We'd been  at it for months and although I'd admired Gavin from a distance I 
knew he'd  
never even noticed me.  He was astounding to watch, in every way, he  was 
just the 
perfect college athlete; lithe and muscular, dirty-blond hair  kept short, 
blue eyes, perfect 
teeth, tight, muscular bubble-butt; just text  book perfect magazine model 
boy material.  
Although I tried to be  casual I was always watching him.  Pretty soon I knew 
his workout  
routine by heart.

Every afternoon, after the rest of us were all  finished, he'd stay late and 
work out longer 
than anyone.  Sometimes  he'd run more laps, sometimes he'd keep working out 
on the 
free weights, or  climb the peg board or do chins up or hurdles or whatever, 
but he always  
kept working out when the rest of us hit the showers.

I figured that  extra workout was what made him the hot stuff he was and gave 
him that  
special edge, but secretly, I kept hoping to see him in the  shower.

Not that I'm attracted to guys or anything like that!  No  way!  Heck, back 
in high school I 
was the biggest stud in town.  I  had any girl I wanted and believe me, I'd 
had 'em all, at 
one point or  another.  Technically I was still a virgin, since I'd never 
actually slept  with 
any of them, but let me tell you, I'd gotten more than my share of hand  and 
blow jobs.

But there was something about Gavin that, I don't know,  made me curious.  
I'm not sure 
what it was but, I assured myself, it  wasn't that I was queer for him or 
anything like that!  
I just admired  his physique, that's all, as one athlete respecting another.  
So naturally,  as 
much as he worked out, I was just curious to see how muscular he was  under 
that 
tracksuit.  But it was never going to happen, I'd never find  out just how 
ripped he really 
was if we kept hitting the showers at  different times.

So I tried a few different plans.

Coach Meyers  was a big man who used to play football for Alabama State 
during his 
college  years.  He was a pretty, intimidating fellow.  In his mid-thirties 
now  he stood 
around 6-foot-4-inches and weighed in at around 245 pounds or more,  all of 
it solid 
muscle.  I got my nerve up and asked Coach if I could  stay late and do extra 
workout 
stuff, like Gavin did, but Coach flatly  refused.

"You're just a freshmen, Connors, and I ain't stickin' around to  lock-up 
late for no plebe, 
got it?"

I found him too threatening to  point out he was already staying late to 
lock-up for Gavin 
and I wouldn't be  any longer than he was. 

I tried hanging around the locker room as late  as I could, straggling behind 
the others 
when we were called, taking long  showers and getting dressed real slow, 
stalling, hoping 
to catch a glimpse  of Gavin in the buff when he finally came in, but the 
longer I stayed 
the  more obvious I was becoming.

One day the Coach made a comment about my  hangin' around the showers like I 
was 
enjoyin' the show a bit too  much.  He was only joking, but after that I 
decided to pick up 
the pace  and get out of there before someone started to think I really was 
gay or  
something!  (Ha!  As if!)

In any case, it didn't matter  because Gavin never came in until last man was 
out.  
Apparently he had  an agreement with Coach that he could keep working-out 
until the last 
man  was through the showers and then he had to call it quits.  So no matter 
how  long I 
stayed, he'd just get to work out longer.

Finally, one Friday  afternoon, I went ahead and got out of there in a timely 
way, but I left 
my  dirty gym clothes in my locker.  Well, of course I would HAVE to go back  
and get 
them, otherwise they wouldn't get washed over the weekend.

As  I was leaving the gym I heard Coach Meyer call out to Gavin that his time 
was up  and 
he needed to get his butt into the locker room to shower and get out so  
Coach could go 
home.

That's what I wanted to hear.

I went  outside the gym and waited as long as I could; about as long as I 
figured it  would 
take him to get into the locker room and be in the shower, then I  headed 
back.

The gym was totally empty now and dead quiet as I crossed  over to the locker 
room door.  
My heart sank as I tried to open it and  realized the knob wouldn't turn.  
Coach had 
already locked up.   But then, I gave it a slight pull, and the door opened!  
Apparently it  
had been locked, but not properly closed, so it hadn't latched.   Counting 
myself lucky I 
slipped inside.

Inside the locker room was  the lingering smell of college boy sweat, mixed 
with steam 
from our showers,  but as I listened expectantly for the sound of water I was 
disappointed.   
I heard nothing.  The shower wasn't running.

"That's it, gimmie  a few more of those," I heard Coach Meyer's voice.  It 
was coming 
from  the weight room.

Cripes, I thought, Gavin was STILL working out.  I  was never gonna see my 
idol in his 
prime!

I turned to leave when I  remembered I still had to get my dirty gym clothes 
in my locker.  
I  headed down the hallway, passing the door of the weight room in the  
process.

On the other side I could hear Gavin huffing and grunting as the  coach urged 
him on.

"That's it!  Keep workin' it, boy, that's the  way to do it. "

I couldn't believe Gavin was still at it!  I was  curious, what did Coach 
have him working 
on anyway?  Chest?   Arms?  Legs?

Just to satisfy my curiosity I pushed the door open a  tiny crack, just 
enough so I could 
look in and see.

What I saw was  unbelievable!

Coach was sitting bare-assed on the weight bench wearing  only his shirt, 
socks and shoes.  
His gym shorts and jock strap were  lying on the floor.  He had his legs 
spread wide apart 
as he sat on the  end of the bench, and there was Gavin, the star of the 
team, down on the  
floor on his hands and knees like a dog, wearing nothing but his jock-strap  
and sucking 
on Coach Meyer's big-fat cock!

I couldn't believe  it!  My idol, my hero, was sucking dick!  But there he 
was, his  perfect 
22-year-old body, smooth and nearly naked, as he performed an  impressive act 
of fellatio 
on our Coach.  His bare ass faced me as all  Gavin had on was a thin 
jockstrap that ran 
down the crack of his butt.   The pouch below barely contained his swollen 
package in a 
tight bundle as it  dangled under him, shaking as he worked his way up and 
down the 
Coach's  shaft.   

"That's good, boy!  Yeah, you know how to do  it.  Keep it up, show me how 
good you 
are."

Coach put his hands  on the back of my hero's head, petting that soft blond 
hair as he 
pushed him  down harder, encouraging him to bob up and down on his dick, 
making 
Gavin  suck him deeper and more vigorously.  Gavin's smooth, perfect ass was  
sticking up 
in the air, pointed toward me at the door, wiggling like a happy  puppy and I 
could see his 
hard cock and large balls hanging down in his  jockstrap, swaying as he 
rocked back and 
fourth excitedly.

Look, like  I said, I'm a straight guy.  I've never had a gay thought in my 
life, but  the sight 
of Gavin and the Coach this way made me spring wood faster than I  ever had 
before.  I 
mean, that's not gay or anything.  I couldn't  help it, and besides, anybody 
seeing this 
would have done the same  thing!

Gavin's whole body glistened with sweat and you could see  every perfect 
muscle he had 
flexing and moving as he worked his mouth up and  down on our Coach's groin.

"That's a good boy," Coach said, as he stroked  his head like he was an 
obedient puppy.

Gavin stopped sucking just for a  moment and raised his head, "Thank you, 
sir."

As he pulled away and  paused for air I saw, for the first time, the full 
size of Coach 
Meyer's  cock.  It must have been close to 9 inches or more with a large, 
mushroom  head 
and as thick around as my wrist.  Coach had the biggest hunk of  pulsing 
man-meat I'd 
ever seen on a human being.  I'd never seen  anything like this in my young 
life and the 
sight of it, my astonishment at  the whole of what I was seeing, was just too 
much to take.

"Shit," I  exclaimed under my breath when I saw it, and I guess I was just a 
bit too  loud.

The word just came out of me.  I hadn't meant to say anything,  but the shock 
of what I 
was seeing so utterly threw me that it just popped  out, and even though it 
had only been a 
whisper, I saw the Coach's eyes go  wide.  He looked straight at the door, 
directly at me, 
and I realized  instantly I'd been caught!

"FUCK!" he shouted, angry, and  practically threw Gavin off him.

I jumped back so fast I slammed into the  wall behind me and fell to the 
floor.  As quick 
as I could scramble to  my feet I was up and running, but I barely had my 
footing when a 
powerful  hand grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me back.  Before I 
knew what  
had me I was thrown into the weight room like a rag doll.

"What the  fuck are you doin' here, ya' little pussy boy!?"  Coach shouted.

I  hit the sweat-covered floor and looked around helplessly.  My world had  
suddenly taken 
a surreal turn.  Coach Meyer was stepping over me, his  naked-cock, large, 
hard, wet and 
shinning, hung over my head obscenely while  the boy I most admired in the 
world, the 
star of our team, stood there in  nothing but a jockstrap, looking down at me 
with 
contempt.

"You were  supposed to lock the door, Gavin!" Coach yelled at him.

"I did, I swear!"  he answered quickly.

Coach grabbed his own shorts from the floor and  began pulling them on as he 
looked 
down at me.  I didn't know what  would happen next and I'd never been more 
terrified in 
my  life.

"Connors, right?" Coach said as he finished pulling up his shorts,  which did 
very little to 
conceal the enormous cock he had forcibly stuffed  into them without even the 
usual jock 
strap to keep it in  check.

"Ye...yes, sir."  I answered timidly.

"The kid who  wanted to stay late and work out more, eh?" Coach said.

"Hey, you're the  boy who's been watching me all the time, aren't you?" Gavin 
said.

I felt  my heart sink even deeper.  I thought I'd been so careful, but he'd  
noticed!  Shit.  I'm 
sure he didn't understand it was just because  I admired him so and wanted to 
be like him.  
I could only imagine what  he must have been thinking about me at that point.

"Well, now I guess I  know why you've been hangin' around the locker room so 
much, eh  
Connors?  I was only teasin' 'bout you being a fag before.  I  figured maybe 
you were just 
slow, but I guess the truth is you're a queer  steer, ain't ya' boy?"

"No!" I protested, shaking my head and trying the  best I could to convince 
them I wasn't 
one of those kinds of  guys.

"How old is he, Coach?" Gavin asked, "He looks like a little  kid."

"Naw, he's 18.  I seen his record.  He's no younger than  you were when you 
came here.  
The fresh-meat class starts lookin' young  when you're a senior."

Coach leaned down and grabbed me by the  chin.

"So, now what are we gonna do with you?" he said.

I was  shaking with fear.  "I won't say anything, I promise, I  won't."

"Damn right you wont'!" Coach answered, firmly.  "You like  havin' that 
scholarship to 
pay your way through school now, don't you?   Bet your folks like it too, am 
I right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well you say  one word and I can make sure you won't get a scholarship from 
anybody 
ever  again, you got that boy?"

"Yes, sir."  I don't know if that was  really true or if he was just 
threatening me, but I sure 
believed him at the  time.

Suddenly his attitude began to change.  Maybe he could see how  frightened I 
was, or 
maybe he saw something else, like the bulge in my jeans  I was trying to keep 
my hand 
over.  The next thing I knew he'd taken  his hand from my chin and was 
stroking my hair, 
caressing me, like I was his  little pet, and his voice got softer, calmer.

"Tell me, Connors, you  think you're a good team player?"

"Ye... yes, sir," I answered,  haltingly.

"Are you willing to show us just how loyal you can be to your  teammates?"

"Oh, yes sir, anything you say sir.  Please, Coach, I'll  do anything, 
anything you want."  I 
didn't know what he had in mind but  I was so frightened, so intimidated by 
him, I'd agree 
to anything.

He  smiled.

"Gavin, go make sure the door's really locked this  time."

Without a word, the muscular college boy in the jock strap slipped  out the 
door of the 
weight room and down the hall, leaving me alone with the  coach.

"I think you've got potential boy," he said to me once we were  alone.  "Now, 
your career 
with us can go either of two ways, it's all  up to you.  If you can show us 
you're a good 
team player and can do  what you're told, I'm willing to take you on 
personally and train 
you, just  like I did Gavin.  I can make you one of the best track stars in 
the  country.  You 
like that idea, Connors?"

"Yes, sir," I nodded  vigorously.

Gavin was back quickly.  "It's locked this time.   I'm sure."

Coach kept stroking my short brown hair, touching me, as if I  were his 
property to handle 
as he pleased.

"On the other hand, if you  decide you want to make trouble..."

"No, sir, I don't wanna make  trouble," I shook my head, fearfully.

He smiled.  "I didn't think  so."

Coach stood and looked me over.

"Stand up," he ordered.   Knees shaking, I did as I was told without 
hesitation.

He and Gavin both  began to scrutinize me carefully.  The Coach started 
circling me,  
checking me out front and back.  I felt like I was up for sale, or like  I 
was getting checked 
out at the doctor's office.  All at once Coach's  hand grabbed my ass.  I 
jumped as he 
squeezed my rear end.

"You  got good muscles boy.  You aren't afraid to work out, work hard.  I've  
seen that in 
you already.  That's good.  I like that.  You  don't mind takin' a little 
pain to get what you 
really want."

He  started to circle me again and the next thing I knew I felt the Coach's 
hot,  strong hand 
grasping the shaft of my hard penis through my  jeans.

Coach smiled, turned to Gavin.  "I do believe the boy's got  himself and 
stiff-one for you, 
Gavin, like you was Miss America."  He  cupped my cock and balls, feeling 
them up and 
down, sizing me through my  pants in a way I'd never experienced before.  I 
felt so 
helpless, so  embarrassed, so totally at his mercy!  Yet, amazingly, I stayed 
 aroused.  My 
erection wouldn't go away.

"He ain't got much to  brag about," Coach said to Gavin as he ran his fingers 
up and down 
the  length of my teen cock.  "Feels like a pretty puny little pussy poker 
you  got in there, 
boy."

Gavin smiled with a small laugh as he stared at  me.  I felt so ashamed.

"Strip," Coach ordered.

"Sir?" I  asked, and immediately wished I hadn't.

"I said strip, boy!" he repeated  firmly, "Get those clothes off now!  Do as 
you're told."

This time I  didn't hesitate.  I didn't care about anything except doing what 
Coach told  me 
to do.  I peeled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and socks and  promptly 
undid my 
Levi's.  I pulled them off my legs and threw them to  the filthy floor, not 
caring about 
anything now except keeping Coach  happy.  I stood in my boxers, my puny 
erection 
clearly visible tenting  the fabric.  I felt Gavin and Coach's eyes go to my  
cock.

"Everything," Coach said intensely.

I'm sure my whole body  turned as red as if I'd just stepped from the steam 
room.  I didn't  
want them to see me like this.  Not with a hardon from watching them,  and 
certainly not 
when I knew my dick was so small compared to their manly  cocks.  But I 
didn't want to 
risk making Coach angry with me  either.

With obvious reluctance, I finally, slowly, obeyed, grasping my  boxers and 
pulling them 
down to reveal everything I had to their hungry  eyes.

Out popped my six-inch boner, youthful and hard as it could be, but  nothing 
in size 
compared to the other two men in the room.

Gavin  smiled to see my little thing, which made me blush all the more.  Here 
I'd  been 
wanting to see him naked for so long and now I was the one being put on  
display and 
paraded naked before his critical gaze.

"Ain't that  cute," Coach said as he reached out and grabbed hold of my 
modest,  
circumcised cock.

I gasped at the sensation.  I'd never in my  life felt a man's hand touching 
my dick.  My 
eyes closed in shame and  in response to the unwanted pleasure it caused me.

"You ever pop a girl's  cherry with that, Connors?"

"No, sir," I replied honestly, conceding my  ultimate virginity in spite of 
all my sexual 
relations with  girls.

"No, of course you haven't, cause you're queer, ain't ya?  I  can spot a 
queer like you easy.  
Always hangin' around the locker room,  tryin' to get a good look at the 
pretty boys and 
see what the real men  got."

"No, sir.  I'm not …  I'm not like that!" I wanted to  protest more but I was 
too afraid.

He leaned in.  "You're not like  what, Connors?  Not a fag?  Not a queer?"

I was shaking  so.  "No, sir," I managed to answered, weakly.

Coach laughed and I  could feel his warm, moist breath as he leaned in close 
and smelled 
my neck,  sniffing me.

"You smell queer to me, boy.  You smell clean, like  soap, Connors.  Fresh 
outta the 
shower all pretty and perfumed.   Not sweaty and musky like a man.  I think 
we're gonna 
have to get you  to work up a sweat for us, don't you think Gavin?"

"Yes, sir," he  responded firmly and automatically.

I couldn't help but be shocked at how  obedient Gavin was to the Coach's 
every command.  
I'm sure Coach must  have read the surprise in my eyes.

"Oh, he's well trained.  I've  been workin' him since he was just a little 
boy like you.  He's 
not a  queer, like you, of course, but that don't matter.  I can train any 
boy to  be mine."

"I'm not a queer!" I managed to get out, and I could hardly  believe I 
actually said it.

Coach just smiled.  "Oh yeah?  You  think that means I can't train you to do 
whatever I 
want?  Gavin's no  queer either, but watch this."

He smiled, then continued without even  turning to face him. "Gavin; assume 
the 
position."

The smile fell  from Gavin's face and I saw his eyes flick to the Coach with 
concern.   
However obedient he was used to being in private you could tell he wasn't  
eager to show 
off for some freshmen.

"Sir?" he asked, and the Coach  turned and looked at him sternly.

"I said, assume the  position."

Gavin swallowed hard.  "Yes, sir."

Promptly he  turned around and dropped onto all fours.  Leaning forward so 
his bare ass  
stuck up high in the air, he reached back with his hands and spread his butt  
cheeks wide, 
presenting his smooth and muscular posterior to his  master.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but there was  Gavin,  the star of the 
track team, 
offering himself up.  The sight of him  exposed that way, combined with the 
Coach's 
grasp on my cock, made me feel  so strange.  It almost felt like, I dunno, 
like I wanted to 
cum or  something, right then and there in the Coach's hand. I wriggle my 
hips to pull  
away, but coach just grasp my cock more firmly and my skin slipped back and  
forth in 
his fingers.

"Ooooh, that gets you all excited, don't it  boy!  He's got a nice ass, don't 
ya' think, 
Connors?"

I didn't  know what to say.  I didn't want to make my situation worse by 
admitting it  but, 
hell yes, he had a beautiful ass.  He worked at it, you could  tell.  Heck, 
I'd thought that 
ever time I'd seen him working out, but I  couldn't SAY that!

"Well!?" Coach demanded an answer, leaving me little  choice.

"Yes, sir," I choked out. "He's in good shape,  sir."

"That's not what I said, Connors.  I said he's got a beautiful  ass.  Now say 
it, say 'Gavin's 
got a beautiful ass!'  Go on, do  it!"

I swallowed hard, "Gavin's got a beautiful ass," I finally said, and  was 
surprised how 
sincere I sounded.  I guess I was really scared or  something 'cause it 
sounded like I really 
meant it!

Coach smiled  again, pleased with me.

"Give him a wink, Gavin. "

The handsome  athlete slid his jock strap down from his waist and parted his 
cheeks again  
to expose his hole to us, then twitched it, as if it were hungry to be  fed.

I felt my own dick throb at the sight of it, and I knew Coach felt  that in 
his grasp.

"Oh, that turns you on, don't it boy?   Well, that's what I want out of you," 
Coach said to 
me.  "I want to see  if you've really got what it takes to be a team player.  
You're gonna be  
to Gavin what that boy's been to me.  I'll turn you into the best track  star 
around, but 
you're gonna be our new little slut boy.  You like  that idea?" 

I shook my head in fear.  I couldn't believe this was  really happening, nor 
could I believe 
what I was feeling.  In my  wildest fantasies I had never imagined anything 
like this was 
going on in  our locker room!  Yet now, as I stood there naked, shaking and 
exposed, I  felt 
only one feeling; an overwhelming desire to be part of  this.

"yes..." I said weakly, my voice faltering in shame.

"What'd  you say, boy?" Coach demanded loudly.

I swallowed hard, realizing once I  committed there was no turning back on 
this.

"Yes, sir, please.   I... I want you to train me, like you did Gavin."

"And what are you  willing to do for it?"

"I'll do anything you say, Coach.  Anything  you want, just please.... train 
me."

Coach took his hands from my cock  and moved it up my body, tracing along my 
hard, 
washboard abs, taut stomach  and well defined pectorals before grabbing me by 
the chin  
again.

"Gavin, stand up and come here."

As quickly as he'd  gone down, Gavin reset his jock strap, stood up and came 
over to us as 
Coach  held my face tightly in his grasp.

"Looks like you got yourself your own  little slut boy here.  Think we can 
train him?"

Gavin looked me  over, then reached out and started to squeeze my chest, my 
arms...  
everywhere.  He took his time sizing me up, walking around, inspecting  me.  
He smacked 
my ass and felt up my muscles as if I were a racehorse  for sale.  Standing 
behind me he 
pushed my legs apart, then reached  through between my thighs and grasped my 
cock and 
balls from  behind.

An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped my mouth as he did that,  and I 
immediately 
wished it hadn't.  Then he took my short hair, pulled  back on my head and 
tilted it to look 
up at him.  He pulled me back  toward him, looking down, smiling smugly.

"Yeah, I think we can work this  nosey boy into a real team player."

Coach began tracing his fingers along  my lips, which trembled as he stroked 
them.  "You 
got real nice lips  boy.  Soft and pretty.  I bet they'll go real nice around 
Gavin's  cock."

I didn't say anything.  My own cock was throbbing so hard,  betraying 
feelings I hadn't 
even known I'd had inside me.  My  traitorous cock was leaking pre-cum and 
making 
clear to all just how much I  wanted this, there was no point in even trying 
to protest.

"Lay down on  the bench boy, like you're gonna pump iron for me."

They released me and  I moved to the weight bench I'd used so many times 
before, only 
this would  be the first time I'd been on it naked.  I spread my legs, 
placing a foot  on either 
side, then laid back, causing my stiff dick to point up in the air  in an 
obscene display as I 
reached for the barbell.  Just as I started  to lift it out of the cradle 
Gavin moved to the 
head of the bench and put  his hands on it, forcing it back down.

I lay there, staring up at this  man I'd so been aching to look at, who now 
stood over me 
wearing nothing but  a tight jock strap.  I could clearly see each fine hair 
on his scrotum as  
it hung just inches above my face.  He lowered himself slightly, moving  the 
basket of his 
jock closer until I could smell the musk of his  groin.

Softly he ordered, "Lick it."

The smell of his basket being  thrust in my face was the biggest turn on of 
my young life.   
Shamefully, I extended my tongue, trembling for a taste.

He leaned  into it and began to move back and fourth, rocking his sweaty jock 
repeatedly  
over my tongue and smiling in delight.

"That's nice," I heard the  Coach say and realized he was watching me 
disgrace myself 
while working one  hand down his shorts, stroking his pulsing hardon.  A 
moment later he  
pulled that fat man cock out the leg of his shorts and began pumping  
himself, getting off 
watching one of his plebes sexually servicing his star  athlete.

Gavin followed the coach's lead, pulling back the material of  his jock and 
allowing his 
own throbbing meat to fall out, wiping it across  my face.

"You wanna suck on it, don't you boy?" he teased.

Gavin's  cock was a beautiful, 8-inch piece of smooth, man meat.  He was cut 
and not  
nearly as thick as the Coach. 

Tears began to stream down my  cheek.  Not tears of sorrow or pain or anger, 
but tears of 
desire and  shame.  How could I admit to my idol that I wanted to do this 
shameful  thing?  
Yet, how could I even pretend to resist?

"Yes, sir," I  said, my voice cracking in a pathetic whimper.

"Oh, fuck yeah..." Coach  moaned, hearing me, and he began pumping harder on 
his own 
fat member.   "That's it Gavin, make the boy beg for your dick."

Gavin just grinned,  then slowly pushed the head of his cock toward my lips.  
The shinny  
drop of precum hung there like a pearl ready to fall.

"You want it?"  he asked again.

I nodded that I did.

"Beg for it," Gavin  ordered.  "Convince me you deserve it you worthless  
cock-sucker."

"Oh god, please sir, I'll be a good boy, I'll do anything  you want just 
please, please god, 
let me suck on your cock, sir.   Please let me taste it.  Please."

He grasped my face below my chin,  held my mouth shut, and rubbed the wet tip 
of his 
slippery pink cock head  all over my lips.  I struggled, half resisting this 
humiliating  
debasement, and yet half wanting to open my mouth and let it in.  But  he 
wasn't going to 
let me suck it yet.  Not until he was  ready.

"Lick your lips, boy." He ordered and my tongue eagerly obeyed,  lapping the 
jock boy's 
salty precum from my lips.

Then he put his  finger in my mouth.  "Suck on that," he commanded and I 
obeyed, 
nursing  his finger like a baby on his mother's teat.

"Now, lick my palm," he  said, and pushed the flat of his hand to my mouth.  
Again, my 
tongue  came out and I did all I was told to do, lapping at his palm in shame 
and  delight.

"How much do you want my cock now?" he asked.

I began  sobbing in desire.  I'd never known such an intense feeling of  
arousal.  I was 
willing to do anything, anything he told me, to gain  some kind of sexual 
relief.

"I want it so bad," I cried, "I'll do  anything for you Gavin.  Anything, 
just please let me 
taste your cock  sir."

"Ummm," he smiled, pleased.  "That's what I want to  hear."

He pushed my mouth open and shoved his fat athlete's dick  inside.

"Now suck it, boy.  I know you've been wanting  it.  You think I haven't seen 
how you've 
been looking at me.  I  know you want it, don't pretend you don't.  Take it 
all, suck it good  
you fresh-meat."

I had no desire to resist and no choice but to  obey.  I took his cock deeply 
into my mouth 
and began working it like a  hungry bird whose mother was feeding it a fat, 
juicy worm.  
I'd never  done anything like this in my life and I felt such intense shame 
and humiliation  
at what I was doing, yet I couldn't make myself stop wanting it.

It  was hard to believe that just a few months earlier I'd been the 
hot-shot-jock of  Lincoln 
High School, king of it all, so full of myself, so full of pride at  my 
abilities.  Now I'd been 
reduced to begging to suck another  athlete's cock while my Coach looked on, 
pleasuring 
himself at my  degradation.

It was so intense, my eyes tightly closed as I sucked  hungrily at Gavin's 
delicious, salty 
cock, that I don't know exactly when  Coach came over to us, but suddenly I 
felt my legs 
being pushed up and the  Coach's hands feeling up and parting my ass cheeks 
again

"You got a  pretty little pucker boy.  I think it's time we busted that 
virgin cherry  of 
yours."

A wave of fear went through me, panic, as I realized what  he was planning.

I didn't want to be used as a man's fuck toy.  I'd  never even imagined what 
it would be 
like to have a man's cock put into me,  let alone a cock HIS size!  I wasn't 
sure I could 
take it and I didn't  think I really wanted it to happen.  Or did I?

Truth is, I was  having so many confusing and conflicting emotions, I wasn't 
sure 
anymore  what I really wanted.

"Ummmmm!" I tried to protest, move, pull away, but  Gavin grabbed my head 
firmly and 
kept me in place as I continued sucking his  hot dick.

"Don't worry," Coach said, calmly.  "I ain't gonna bust  ya' in with 
something this big!" he 
said, indicating his own cock.   "Believe me, I know how to train a boy for 
this.  We'll 
break you in  gradually, just like I did Gavin when he was a freshmen."

Coach walked to  the wall and took down one of the jump ropes we used for 
exercise.  It  
had a smooth pair of blunt, varnished wooden handles, smaller in size and  
shape than my 
own modest dick.

He reached into the cabinet where we  kept various lotions and rubs for 
injuries.  Taking a 
tube of some  clear jelly like substance he started to lube up the end of the 
jump rope,  
rubbing his hand up and down the smooth wood as if it were his own cock and  
he were 
greasing it up for some fun.

Again, I struggled and tried to  protest as I realized what he was planning.

With his dick still in my  mouth Gavin held down my shoulders while Coach 
pushed my 
legs up and spread  my ass cheeks.  I was terrified, and yet, I didn't really 
struggle as hard  
as I could have.  Why?  What was holding me back?  Why didn't  I fight 
harder?  Was I 
really that intimidated by them?

Or was  there another reason?

Maybe I couldn't admit it to myself, but maybe,  deep down, this is what I 
wanted, and the 
only way my straight-boy pride was  ever gonna let it happen was with these 
two, 
handsome, muscular jocks  forcing me to submit to their will.   I wasn't sure 
I was ready  
for this, but I guess Coach knew better.  He knew what I really wanted  
better than I did 
and, like any good coach, he knew what I could  handle.

Something cold and wet slopped against my anus as the Coach put  some of that 
clear 
jelly stuff on my asshole.  I squirmed and struggled  and made a show of 
resisting, but I'd 
be a liar if I said I struggled very  hard.

I was afraid, but my raging hardon was ample proof how horny and  hungry I 
was for 
what they were doing.

A moment later I felt the  rounded wooden head of the jump rope pressed 
against my back 
door as the  Coach began to push it into me.  I flexed and twisted as if 
trying to fight  it, 
but this only helped to work it in faster and more easily.  A new  sensation 
began to fill 
me.  My sphincter muscles tightened and I  whimpered in fear and delight, my 
mouth still 
eagerly lapping at the  delicious cock Gavin was feeding me as he watched 
Coach work.

"That's a  good boy.  You just take it nice and easy there," Coach said  
calmly.

Bit by bit the Coach worked the athletic dildo into my ass, then  out.  Again 
and again he 
repeated the action, gradually working it  deeper, so subtly I almost didn't 
notice.

Almost.

I felt it going  deeper inside me and the sensation was a combination of pain 
and pleasure 
I  hadn't known was possible.

It hurt like hell and I had to force myself to  relax my muscles, just to 
make the pain go 
away.  I stopped even  pretending to fight it and focused on sucking Gavin's 
cock.

That's when  Coach was able to push it in a little more and, suddenly, he 
connected to  
something that felt really good!  I began to experience waves of  pleasure 
I'd never known 
before.

Coach placed his hand on my dick and  began stroking it.

"Oh, I do think he's starting to like it," Coach said  to Gavin, who was 
smiling and 
pumping his own cock in and out of my mouth,  fucking my face faster and 
faster in 
gleeful pleasure.

"Yeah, admit  it, straight boy, you like it, don't you?"  Coach chided me  
gleefully.

I closed my eyes and nodded as tears of shame welled  out.  I did like it.  I 
liked all of this.  
My pride was  falling away and I was quickly settling into my new role, going 
from 
upstart  cocky teen athlete, to willing slut boy for my teammate and Coach.

Coach  pulled his shorts down and began pumping is own massive cock over me,  
alternately jerking me off, working the jump rope in my hungry boy hole, and  
fragging 
himself over me.

"Yeah, the boy's a natural, ain't he,  Gavin?" Coach said.

A moment later Gavin started pumping faster and I  knew I was about to 
experience my 
first ever taste of cum.  I wasn't  sure I could handle that, I didn't know 
if I wanted it, but 
what could I  do?

I closed my eyes and prepared myself.

"Oh yeah," Gavin moaned,  "Yeah, here it cums, take it slutboy, swallow it 
all, take it for 
the  team!"

My mouth began to fill with a salty, wet substance and I realized  he was 
cumming in my 
mouth.  Yet, I didn't stop sucking on his lovely  cock.  If anything, I 
sucked harder.  I 
couldn't help myself, I  don't know what came over me, but I just wanted to 
suck every 
last drop of  his cum out of him.  I wanted to please him, to show him I 
could do  anything 
he wanted me to do, handle any task they wanted to throw at  me.  I had to 
show them I 
was worthy of their training.  Most of  all, I had to please them both.  I 
didn't understand 
why, I just wanted  to please my new masters above all else.

At the same moment, I felt the  rushing train of my own orgasm as the Coach 
played with 
my dick.  I  arched my back and thrust my hips upward, wanting to push my 
poor erection  
harder and harder into his slippery fingers as he continued to work the  
smooth handle of 
the jump rope in and out of my hungry backside.

And  then it happened.  I came.

Suddenly I was spurting load upon load of  my own, hot cum, watching it 
flying up out of 
me, over my stomach and chest,  hitting me in the face as I arched my pelvis 
higher and 
higher off the  weight bench in mind numbing ecstasy.

Gavin grabbed my face and pumped  harder and harder into me, cumming again 
and 
again, but I managed to  swallowed ever last drop of Gavin's salty manhood, 
my first ever 
taste of  cum, without loosing a single drop.  When at last he was finished 
he had to  push 
his hand on my face to get me to let go of his now very sensitive  dick-head.

"Oh, god!" he cried, and I knew I had pleased  him.

Suddenly I heard the Coach groan and looked up just as he shot a  load of cum 
from that 
massive cannon of his, drenching my cock and balls  with his sopping 
man-seed.  He 
continued to jerk me off, rubbing his  man juice into my nut sack and using 
his semen as 
lube on my slippery boy  dick.  He left the handle sticking out of my ass 
unattended so he 
could  play with my hard teen cock while pounding away at his own iron 
manhood and,  
without realizing what I was doing, I reached down, took the handle and  
continued what 
he'd been doing, fucking myself with it.

Soon I was  covered in cum as my own jizz mixed with the hot load of my 
Coach.  He  
kept pumping his own fat prick until at last he could cum no more.

As  if knowing my mission were complete, my own orgasm finally subsided and I 
 
dropped onto the bench, the handle of the jump rope still partially buried  
in my behind, 
where it continued to give me a full, satisfy feeling of  pleasure.

For a moment Gavin just looked up at the ceiling, breathing  heavily.  Then 
he turned and 
looked down at me, smiling.  I stared  up at him from the bench as he stroked 
my hair and 
wiped the cum from my  face.

"Oh yeah," he said, "You're gonna do just fine."

Coach  smiled too, "I think we've found you a new workout buddy, Gavin."

Then  Coach looked down at me, wringing the last of his wet cum out of his 
dick and  
dripping it onto my stomach.  "Gonna be a lot of fun training you, boy,  but 
we're still 
gonna have to work at it, long and hard, every, single  day."

----

Over the course of the next month Coach gradually  loosened me up and trained 
all my 
muscles to handle things I wouldn't have  thought possible.  By the time he 
finally put his 
fat manly cock into  my hungry boy hole I was ready and eager to take it, 
happy to know I 
was  pleasing my Coach in every way.

And Coach was true to his word in every  respect.  Beyond the sex play, he 
and Gavin 
trained me to be a better  athlete than I would ever have believed possible.  
Other 
members of the  team were jealous as Gavin and Coach showered me with special 
attention none  of the others got.  Only Gavin and I were permitted to stay 
late and work  
extra.  Of course, they had no idea just what skills we were working on  in 
the locker 
room every day after our main exercise, but they saw my  results on the field 
and couldn't 
argue that clearly the Coach knew what he  was doing in training me.

If only they knew the whole truth of my  training.  There was never a better 
team player 
than me.

The  End
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