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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Joey and the Coach - 4 (M/m-teen, nc, huml, v) by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com) *** Joey's roommate gets blackmailed. *** When fourteen year old Sam Jordan saw Joey Gonzales leave the coach's office, he couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe it, but his teenage dick sure could. The scrubbing boy's prick gave a lurch in his tight white gym shorts and more pre-cum soaked through the material. Sam hoped anyone passing would think it was just soapsuds and water from his work, cleaning the hallway floors. Joey was a fucking mess. That was the only name for it, a fucking mess. His white shirt was all wrinkled and half out of his pants, his tie was askew and loosened at the neck, contrary to strict school uniform dress code, and his face was covered in come kind of sticky white cream. His eyes were glazed and his lips hung loose and slack. All the kids in the school admired Joey because he was such a show off and cut up as well as an excellent athlete, but this Joey was... well he was disgusting. He walked real funny too. He kept his strong young jock legs far apart and kind of waddled. Sam almost laughed. "What the fuck happened to you Gonzales?" he asked, still kneeling on the floor so his boner wouldn't show. Joey stopped, swayed a bit and then focused on him. "You keep your fucking mouth shut about this ass-wipe, you hear me? You say a fucking word to anyone, and I will personally de-ball you!" "Sure, you know me," Sam said stupidly. Actually Joey hadn't even said five words to the freshman. "Do you, eh, want some help?" "Shut the fuck," some puke bubbled up at the corners of Joey's cute lips, and he ran for the nearest toilet. He bounced off one wall and a picture of Dean Hutchins tilted precariously, and then Joey slammed open the door of the boy's toilet and disappeared inside. "What's with him?" Asked Todd Allan, also dressed in tiny white gym shorts and washing windows further down the hall. "Oh nothing..." Sam answered; wishing the painful erection of his dick would go down. A few seconds later, the door to the Coach's office flew open and Coach Black himself sailed down the hallway. He never walked slowly like the other teachers. He sailed, or flew...or something. He moved quickly and gracefully, always immaculately dressed. No sloppy sweat pants and stained teen shirt for this coach. Some kids said he really ran the school and that Dean Martin was a pussy. Coach Black stopped just long enough to kick over Sam's pail of soapy water, "Clean that up, Boy!" the Coach said, reminding himself to have Sam Jordan into his office for a personal session real soon. That kid was one hot little piece of ass. As Coach Black moved though the building, the various boys, talking or fooling around dressed in their handsome blazers and shirts and ties disappeared through the nearest doorway or into an alcove. It didn't do to be around the Coach especially when he was in a bad mood. He could always find something wrong with the way a guy was dressed or what he was doing. The boys doing chores, all dressed in skimpy white gym shorts, tried to become invisible. If the coach thought you were not doing your job, it could mean some horrible punishment. But the Coach has other things on his mind. He turned the corner into the classroom wing and waved his hand at several teachers who tried to converse with him. "Jeez, what's up his ass?" asked Karl Lemke the Math teacher. "More likely, whose ass is he up," quipped Thomas Giezer the English Lit teacher. Karl shook his head in disgust at the Coach, whose rough control of the boy's he could not stand, but Thomas, who had been invited to some of the coach's private parties, got a strange gleam in his eyes. The Coach turned another corner and hit the stairs two at a time. Two students sitting on the stairs studying, dropped their books and their papers went flying. "Move it ASSHOLES!!" The coach yelled. The coach stormed down the second floor of the dorms until he came to the room occupied by Joey Gonzales and Mike Richards. He threw open the door and found, just what he expected. Well, he'd had secret cameras catching the action in the boys' room for some time now. Fifteen-year-old Mike Richards was jerking off. He hadn't even removed his shirt and tie yet. In fact he still had his underpants on, but his hand was stuffed into them and he was pulling on his teen prick for all it was worth. "You Fucking Faggot!" The coach yelled, and Mike jumped two feet. "Can't wait to rush back here every afternoon and beat your pathetic fuck-meat before your roommate returns from Football Practice. Probably think about him while you do it too." The coach stood there with his hands on his hips, looking at the terrified and confused boy. "Well, don't let me stop you. You and I are gonna have a little talk about your Roommate Joey. But I don't want to interrupt your afternoon extracurricular activity, so why don't you just take off your underpants and beat your meat while we talk?" It was like the cute fifteen year old didn't know where to look. He kept his hands over the lump in his black briefs. He wanted to reach for his pants. "Ahhh... eh... coach... I don't understand... I mean... I was just... ah..." he had a wild look in his young eyes. "You don't understand what? Orders? I just told you to remove your sissy boy underpants and frig your fuck- stick while I talk to you." The coach pulled over a chair and sat on it, legs spread wide, leaning in to study the boy on the bed. "Ah, no. I mean you can't... you can't ask me to do something like..." he never finished the sentence. The coach was out of the chair and his large hand cracked across Mike's soft smooth beardless face. "I can't? I can't you fuck-wad? Well I just happen to know that you have been fucking girls up here in your dorm room with your buddy Joey. I happen to know, cause I got cameras planted in all the dorm rooms. See?" He reached up over the bed and pulled a tiny camera out of the overhead light. The poor boy was in shock. "Now for fucking a girl, especially a girl as young as the cunt you been dipping into with that useless prick of yours, means not only automatic expulsion, but police action. Now unless you want me on the horn to your father, who I am sure would love the negative press and publicity the incident would cause, you better get those shorts off your twerpy body and get that boner up and in your hand in ten seconds. Mike's Father was a Senator, and the boy couldn't afford to bring any shame on him. He raised his muscular young legs and ripped the briefs off. Then he took his prick in his hand and started to pump. The Coach sat back down in the chair. He watched the attractive dark haired boy beat his meat for a few minutes. "Don't cum. Keep beating that dick-stalk but don't you dare cum. Now listen Fuck-twerp. I hear from Joey that you love to fuck pussy. I hear you try to get pussy almost every weekend. Well Joey has been benched from the cunt department for a while. So...that means no more fucking up here in your room. And if my guess is right, Joey provided most of the twat for you anyway. You got sloppy seconds, right?" "I haven't... I didn't do it all that much... I mean..." The boy lay there on the bed in his white shirt, bare assed from the waist down frigging his teen fuck-meat. "Yeah, not many good looking school age cunts would want to date a twerp like you. But Joey is a big star. So the girls would put out for him, and then he'd pass them on to you, right? RIGHT?" "I guess so... sir" The boy had a nice big dick on him, the coach noticed that. "You guess so? Don't you even know if you have been fucking? What is your pathetic prick so small you can't feel anything when it's in a cunt? Or maybe you prefer your roommate's ass? Is that it? Do you watch Joey walking around here bare-assed and wish you could stick your dick up his shit-hole? Is that what you are into, little Mister Faggot Mikey Richards?" The boy stopped jerking. "That's disgusting. I'm not a queer and neither is Joey." "Did I tell you to stop jerking?" The Coach stared down the boy, whose hand went timidly back to his prick and yanked and pulled. "Why do you wanna see me do this?" the kid asked, tears forming in his eyes. "To see if you got what it takes. You see Joey boy is going to need some special help in the next few weeks. He's going to need to be fucked in the ass, and I want to see if you've got enough equipment." "What are you talking about Coach, is this some sort of joke?" "A joke? Is it a joke to get drunk on school property during school time? Is it a joke to fuck the brains out of an underage little slut in your dorm room? Do you want your ass on the next plane outta here?" "No sir, I didn't mean nothing wrong." "You didn't mean anything wrong, Shit-brains. Jesus, gotta teach you fucking kids everything. Since you and Joey won't be getting any pussy for the next few months, he's a substitute plan. You will be fucking Joey in the ass three times every night." "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING SIR?" The boy was almost hysterical. The Coach laughed. "I am saying that Joey is going to be your new girlfriend. And you are a lucky boy cause you get to fuck her three times a night! Don't worry, he'll let you into that no longer virgin pussy. He knows his and your futures are on the line. As long as you play my little punishment game until I grow bored, you boys can stay in school here. "And if you don't please me, I make a telephone call to your fathers and let them wipe up the floor with you. From now on before you go to sleep at night and you will sleep bare assed in the same bed together, you will fuck his ass three times. And my cameras will catch the action. But we've got more to talk about, why don't you slip off that shirt and tie and let me get a look at you, my dick is getting hard." Continued in part 5... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 26