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