Life Boat III A Continuation by Sin titulo
We lost the game with Jefferson the following Saturday, and the coach demanded that Jim, Tony, and Reese see him in his office after the bus deposited us back in the school's parking lot. I'd ridden with the team at Jim's insistance, and much to the irritation of Coach. He glared at me on the ride to the other team's diamond, and again all the way back to our school in the bus. I wondered what was eating him. I didn't have long to wait. After he sent the team to the showers, he walked to where I was sitting waiting for Jim to finish and come out to his car.
"So," he demanded as he walked up to where I was sitting on the curb. "What have you been up to with my boys?" I looked at him with a certain amount of contempt, because I really disliked this man intensly.
I looked away finally from his angry gaze, but said nothing. "I have it on good athority that you and Jim are an item right now." My head jerked around in anger, and he leaned back as if I might strike out at him.
I stood up, and towered over the man who couldn't have been more than five five in height. He looked up at me with a smirk on his face. "Watch what you say coach," I threatened. "I know it's you that started the rumors about me in school. But if you think I give a shit you have another think coming. I know that what you have to worry about, is what I know about you and Reese last year, and Tony this year." The man paled, and seemed to stagger a little. Finally, he took a deep breath and let it out in a drawn out sigh.
"They told you?"
"Of course. They don't like you anymore than I do." He sighed again, biting his lower lip in thought. When he spoke again, his tone was steady and intense.
"You realize Jim has a good shot at college ball don't you?" I nodded. "A thing like this, could hurt his chances of getting into the pros when he graduates."
"You'd tell the recruters?"
"What's in it for me if I don't?"
"I don't know. . .Ethics maybe?"
"Fuck ethics. I've got you and him in a tight squeeze, and I'm looking forward to some good times. I have no compunction about writing a few letters to the colleges he's applied to to let them know he's a fag. They'll drop him from their possible lists like a hot potato." He glared at me as intensly as he had earlier on the bus.
"What is it you want from me asshole?" He grinned.
"You put your finger right on the button kid. Be at my place tonight at eight. " He took out a small notebook, and wrote an address on a page, tore it out and handed it to me.
"I have a date with Jim tonight." I stood there with tears stinging my eyes, holding the paper he'd given me.
"All the better. You can bring him along after you explain the situation to him. I've been hoping for a crack at him before the year is out, and tonight would be just fine." He turned and headed back into the school's gymnasium, waving at the bus driver who was just finishing his paper work and getting ready to leave. I watched the bus back out of the lot, and sat back down on the curb and let the tears flow. It seemed like an hour before Jim and the other two came out of the gym doors and headed across the lot to where Jim's car, and I were waiting. Tony and Reese both looked like they were limping a little. As they approached, Reese grabbed his package and adjusted himself.
"That son of a bitch ever hits me with that paddle again, I'm going to break it over his fucking head." Reese dropped his nuts, and rubbed his butt with the same hand.
"What a fuckhead," Tony smirked. "You looked like you liked it. What; did your daddy do you once or twice after he whuped your ass?" Reese's face turned dark red, and he looked away quickly so we wouldn't see.
"What happened?" I stood up as they approached. Jim walked over to me and after a quick glance around the empty lot, gave me a peck on he cheek.
"Coach paddled Reese and Tony for what he said was a lousy defense in the game. I thought they were playing a good defensive game. We just lost that's all. It happens. I told him so, and he slapped me across the face, and told me to keep my mouth shut and that he'd deal with me later." I cringed at his words. He looked at me with concern.
"I need to talk to you alone." I took hold of his arm, and looked into his eyes intently.
"I'll drop the boys off at Tony's, and we can go for a ride."
"Fine." I let go of his arm, and he unlocked the driver's side of his car, and slid in. He unlocked the rest of the doors, and I slipped in beside him. Reese and Tony took the back seat, pausing a moment to give each other a kiss. I leaned on Jim's shoulder, and he started the car.
After dropping the boys at Tony's house, he pealed rubber from his tires, and headed for Cherry Creek Dam. He drove fast, and we passed several farm trucks and cars full of kids headed for the resaviour and the afternoon sun. It offered the nearest thing to a beach Denver had to offer. Once we had pulled into the trees on the far side of the dam, he killed the engine, and asked me what I wanted to talk about. With tears welling up in my eyes again, I told him in as much detail as I could remember what the coach had threatened.
"What an asshole!" Jim was angry. "He has no right to say a word. He's a bigger fag than any of us have been. At least we try to keep to our own age group. He likes kids." He hit the steering wheel with the heels of his hands, and shouted; "Son of a bitch!" We sat there for a long while in silence, thinking. Finally, I had an idea.
"You know the coach's house?" He looked at me with sad eyes. He was at a loss to know what to do, but nodded that he did know it.
"I've been there a few times. He likes to throw backyard victory parties for the team when we win an important game. Actually, he really just likes to surround himself with sexy young guys. He never invites any girls to his parties."
"Do they ever turn into somethng more than a celebration of winning?" I opend my car door, and pushed it open wide. Jim did the same with his door. We sat there in the car, listeniing to the birds singing in the trees, and letting the cool breeze blow through the doors across our bodies.
"I've heard that he sometimes asks one or two of the team members to stay behind to help him clean up the mess after the party breaks up. Maybe he gets them to do things when they are alone together. I've never seen anything happen when everybody was there. Maybe he's afraid tongues will wag in the wrong ears. What's your idea?"
I out lined the basic plan that had been forming in my mind. What we needed was to get the coach in a compromising position, and get something that would be irrefutable evidence that the coach was the culprit, and not one of the team members. Jim listened, and then sitting back in the driver's seat, he took a pack of Luckies out of the glove compartment, and lighted one up. He didn't offer me one because he already knew I didn't like smoking.
"So how do you envision accomplishing this plan? He took a drag, and looked at me. I slipped out of the car, and slammed my door. He got out, and slammed his as well. We started walking into the shade under the trees. He finished his smoke as we walked in silence, and flipped the butt away. I followed its arc with my eyes, and when it landed, I walked over to where it lay smoldering, and crushed it out with my heel.
"Things burn too easily here," I said, rejoining him on the path. "Remember the fire on Mount Evans last year. . .probably a cigarette thrown out of a car window." Once in the trees, it cooled off quickly. The sun had been hot on us out in the open. I began to outline the plan in detail, occassionally pausing to ask him if this part or that would work in his estimation since he knew the coach's house. At last, after answering his few questions to his satisfaction, he agreed to go along with it. It seemed like the best solution to the problem of controling the coach's mouth.
We continued to walk through the trees, and as we worked our way along a path that bordered the water, we heard noises coming from a small clearng ahead. We both instinctively ducked down so we wouldn't be seen, and moved toward the clearing. There in the grass on the shore of the lake, a man and a woman, naked, and screwing. He was thin and muscular, while she had a little weight on her. He had her on her hands and knees, and was fucking her from the rear. He was up on his toes, and his balls were banging against her pussy lips, and we realized he was in her ass instead of her cunt. We were both hard in an instant, and I felt Jim grope me and then unzip my fly and began to fish out my hardness. He bent at the waist, and took me into his mouth and began to suck me like it was an all day sucker. The man was oblivious of us, intent on his sex act, but the woman began to look around and spotted Jim sucking my cock. She grinned, and started wiggling her butt to give her fucker a better ride. Her big droopy tits began to swing back and forth. I started to cum in Jim's mouth, and when he had swallowed it down, I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out of his pants and went down on him. I glanced at the couple, and the man had begun his rise to climax, and was grunting hard as he let go in her ass. I felt Jim's nuts pull up and then the hot spurt of his cum washed across my tongue. I swallowed, and then swallowed again as he came in massive doses.
The man finished finally, and stood up pulling his now flacid cock out of her hole. She lay down on her back, and asked him to eat her cunt, because she hadn't cum yet. He got down on all fours, and buried his head in her folds, and was soon grunting like a pig in her proper hole. He never knew we were there, but she waved at us as we zipped up and backtracked to the car. Neither of us had ever seen a woman being fucked or pussy eaten, and so we talked about it all the way back to town. We laid unprovable bets that she was a whore he'd picked up, or a horny housewife afreaid of getting pregnant by man other than her husband.
We stopped by Tony's house, and found they had gone to Reese's place after we had dropped them off. Tony's mom offered to call them for us to see if they were still there. They were, so we headed over. Once there, we explained my plan, and the two got excited about it and wanted to participate. We made some detailed plans including them, and then broke up planning to meet after dinner at the drive-in before the apointed hour the coach had set. Jim dropped me off at my house just in time to sit down at the table with my folks and sisters. We ate, while my stepdad watched the news on the TV that he's set on one end of the table like a guest. Walter Crokite was expounding on this event or that, but I didn't pay much attention while I finished eating. I asked to be excused, and took my dirty dishes to the kitchen sink. My older sister Marge, was right behind me. As we washed and dried our dishes, I whispered to her that I had something to tell her about. We took the garbage out to the alley together, and stood at the back of the property behind the garage, talking. Margret was three years older than me, and had once run away and tried to get married. They hadn't quite managed it before the cops caught them at the Justice of the Peace's office, and put a stop to the porceedings because at the time she was under age. The biker she was trying to marry, was carted off to jail for corrupting a minor, and never heard from again. She had told me they had had sex several times, and there after, we had always been able to talk frankly with each other.
I told her about seeing the couple fucking by the lake, and she wanted to know the details. When I finished telling her, I had left nothing out including what Jim and I had done to each other. She had put her hand over her mouth when she heard about us, but said nothing until the story was finished.
"I knew you were probably gay," she said. "But why are you telling me?"
"I just wanted to share my secret with someone I could trust. I know you won't tell Smitty, her father, and my stepdad. He'd probably kick me out of the house, and mother would help him. I want to finish school, because, Mrs. N., has found me a sponsor to help with going to college. I need my degree from Washngton to go on to better things. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in Denver."
"You and me both. I won't tell anyone." I kissed her on the cheek, and told her I was walking down to the drive-in to meet Jim and some friends. I left her standing behind the garage, and headed down the alley.
Tony and Reese were already there when I arrived. I slid into the back seat of the Ford, and when the waitress rolled up, I ordered a cherry coke. Tony and Reese had both eaten their dinner at the drive-in, and were nursing their cokes while the waited for me and Jim to arrive. Jim pulled into the lot a little while later, and we set the plan in motion with a brief rundown as to how it would play out. Jim handed Reese his dad's fancy video camera, and showed them how to use it. When they was comfortable with the machine, we both got out of the Ford, and into the Chevy. Jim and I left the lot first, and were soon winding our way to the coach's house in a neighborhood not far from the school.
I rang the doorbell, while Jim stood with his hands pushed down into his team letter jacket pockets. He was really concealing a strip of heavy duty tape. The coach must have been waiting for us since it was almost eight thirty. He pulled the door open, and stuck his head out to look both ways before backing into the hallway entrance to his house. I followed him in and Jim came in after, carefully slipping the tape over the lock mechanism of the door and closing it behind him. The door couldn't lock as the coach imagined.
"Let's go to the basement. I've got a nice play room down there." He turned and led the way through the kitchen, and down some back stairs. He flipped a light switch at the top of the stairs as he went past, leading the way. The basement was half finished. the unfinished half was his lundry area, and a string of clothes lines were hung with his underwear and several pairs of pants. They were dry already but he hadn't bothered to take them down. An ironing board in one corner, told me he only took them down to iron when he needed them to wear.
The finished side of the basement, was carpeted with a tatty old brown shag carpet, and a few beaten up old overstuffed chairs. Hanging from chains in one corner was a contraption that looked vaguely like a swing combined with a reclining chair. He told us to take a seat and asked if we wanted anything to drink.
"What do you have?" Jim spoke for the first time.
"Cokes, beer, of some harder stuff if you want it." He pointed to a beathen up old fridge. "Just help yourselves." Jim walked over and opened the fridge door. It was well stocked with mostly alcoholic drinks of all kinds. He took two cokes out and started to shut the door.
"Bring me a whiskey on ice," coach said with a sneer in his voice. "There's a glass in the cabinet to the left of the fridge. Jim set the two cokes on top of the fridge, and opened the cabinet. Inside, along with a shelf that held a few chipped glasses, we could see various kinds of leather items including something that looked like the whip they used to beat the sailors with in "Mutiny on the Bounty". Jim took a glass out and closed the door. He opened the fridge and withdrew a half empty bottle of burbon, and then took a tray of ice out of the narrow compartment at the top. He cracked the ice tray, and put two cubes in the glass. He returned the tray to the ice compartment, and after filling the glass with burbon, returned the bottle and closed the fridge door. He took the glass to coach, and then returned for the two cokes.
"You got a opener for these coach?" he waved the two bottles at him.
"On the shelf in the cabinet." Coach had already drunk half the full glass of liquor.
"Jim retreaved the opener, and the caps hissed off one at a time. He handed me mine, and took a swig of his coke before sitting down on the arm of the chair I had selected.
"So," Coach said. "I've got you both here. He tell you the way it is Jim?" Jim nodded. The coach drank.
I sipped my coke, and watched the man as he swallowed. I wanted to get the show on the road.
"What did you want us here for coach?" I slipped an arm around Jim's waist, and he dropped his arm around my shoulder.
"Sex. What else? I know what you two fags have been up to. I have a sixth sense about boys. Do you both take it up the ass or just one of you?"
"We both like it that way coach," I said, goading him. He got a lustful look in his eyes, and took another swallow of his drink.
"I like it up the ass too boys, maybe we can make this a regular thing. Once in a while, I like to fuck a little behind as well. Let's see what you boy's have got down there. He stood up, and went to the fridge to refresh his drink. He filled the glass again. "Come on now. Don't get all shy on me here. We're all men aren't we?" He set his glass on top of the fridge, and reached for his belt buckle. In a moment he'd dropped his pants and was stepping out of them. His tiny kid's dick almost made me laugh when I saw it. His little ball sack looked like it hardly contained any jewels. He started unbuttoning his shirt. Under it he had a mat of dark hair on his chest, and when he had pealed it off, and dropped it ontop of his pants on the floor, we could see he was headed to paunch in his belly. He slapped his stomach a few times, and picked up his drink again, swallowing about half of it in one gulp.
I stood up and pulled off my t shirt. Jim set his coke on the floor, and began pulling his over his head as well. When I had mine off, the coach stepped over to me and bent to start sucking my left tit. He moaned as his lips sealed over my flesh. Jim dropped his pants, and and as usual had not worn underwear. His flacid cock hung doen over his balls that hung down another four inches below. Coach reached for his cock, and began to fondle it. Surprisingly, Jim remained soft in his hand.
I released my belt, and pushed my pants down. Coach followed them to the floor and once on his knees, he swallowed my flacid cock to the root. He was able to bring me to half hard, then pulled off and engulfed Jim to his balls. He sucked us both back and forth, and I eventually grew hard while Jim could only manage a soft enlargment of his cock. Coach didn't seem to notice or care. His little dick had gone completely hard and stood straight up at least four inches.
Finally, he stopped sucking and stood up. He used my stiff cock as a handle and led me to the funny looking swing. He told me to climb on it and hold onto the chains. I did as I was told, and once there, he pushed my legs up and wrapped them around the chains as well. He bent over and started licking my balls, but soon abandoned them for my butthole. He was dripping and oozing saliva all over my private areas, until I was sloppy wet with it. When he had enough of this, he stood up and told me he was going to fuck me.
I almost laughed, because I didn't think he could get more than the head of his little pencil into me.
He pried my cheeks apart, and pushed it in. My first reaction was that he hadn't actually succeeded, but he laid down across my body and began to rock the swing as he pumped himself into me. After a few minutes of this, it grew tiresome, and I motioned for Jim to come around to my head. I let my head fall back, and reached for his flacid cock. He stepped closer, and I sucked him in deep into my throat. He sighed, and began to stiffen at once. I thought I heard a board creak above us and assumed the plan was in motion.
Jim began to hump my throat as he got hard enough, and the coach started fucking me in little rapidfire strokes that began to hurt. I remembered what Reese had said about the rabbit fuck hurting. It didn't take long for the coach to finish. It was no big event for him, and once he'd pulled out, I couldn't feel any evidence that he'd cum while fucking me.
"Why don't you fuck him now Jim. Sloppy seconds." The coach was holding his tiny cock, and I wondered if he was through for the night. Jim pulled out of my throat, and was quick enough pushing into my asshole with his nice heafty cock. He grabbed the chains on either side of my hips, and started the swing in motion. His cock slid in and out without effort. It soon had me panting with pleasure. Jim was getting into it and at the bottom of each stroke, he'd lean over and lick up the underside of my swollen dick. He was making me so hot that I thought I'd cum in a few minutes.
Coach went to the fridge, and after freshening his drink, opened the cabinet and began to put on a black leather mask. He tied a leather thong tightly around his tiny dick, wrapping it so that it separated his nus from his penis. I watched him doing this from the swing, while Jim continued to work me over. By the time the coach was finished with tieing himself with the thong, his balls were swelling and his little dick was bulging with trapped blood, and turning purple. The little cock head, was swolen to twice its normal size. He examined himself in a mounted mirror on the inside of the cabinet door, and satisfied with his work, withdrew the leather whip, and came back to the swing. I almost burst into laughter at the crazy sight he made, but kept my mouth shut. In the dim corner of the room, I caught a glint of light, and if I stared at it long enough, I could just make out the forms of Tony and Reese crouched there behind some household storage items. We had all been so intent on what we were doing that none of us had noticed the two come down the stairs. I smiled. Coach's ass was ours forever now.
Standing beside Jim, coach cracked the whip once, and then trailed the many leather strands over my chest. I shivered imagining the damage it could do to my skin. He then drew back with his arm, and lashed at Jim's buttocks. Jim winced, but didn't let up his thrusting into me. The coach took this to mean he was alright with it. The next strike was harder, and Jim moaned but continued doing his job on me. Coach groaned, and started breathing a little heavier. He drew back to strike again, and Jim suddenly pulled his cock out of my ass, and gripping it in his tight fist, he turned, and began to spray cum up and down the coach's torso. Coach moaned again, and rubbed the hot cream into his chest hair. He dropped the whip, and Jim picked it up. He swished it a time or two, then cracked it hard on the coach's ass. Long red welts appeared where the lashes stung him. He groaned, and started pulling me out of the swing. On my feet again, Jim handed me the whip, and told me to lay into the man with it. Coach had laid himself across the leather swing, with his head hanging off the back. His butt cheeks were totally exposed to me. I let fly with the whip and coach cried out in pain. The welts were bright with blood being drawn to the surface of his skin.
Jim stepped around to the coach's head, and without warning, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head up. Coach opened his mouth to cry out, but was silenced whe Jim thrust his still stiff cock into the man's mouth. Coach gagged, but Jim was unrelenting. Out of the corner of my eye, now that the coach couldn't see, Tony and Reese stepped out into the room. The video camera was pointed directly at the coach in the swing, and I could tell that the way they had framed the images they were recording, that the only identifiable person in the film would be the coach. Reese stepped up to the coach, and using a length of rope he'd brought with him, he quickly tied the coach's hands together under the swing. Once this was accomplished, he stood back and pulled out his big cock, and stepped up behind the coach. With one swift stroke, he pushed the entire eight inches into the man's guts. Coach issued a stiffled scream, and Jim fucked deeper into his throat. The scream was cut short turning into a gurgle. Jim untied and pulled the mask off the coach's face, and he was totally recognisable.
I had switched from strapping his butt, to laying stripes across his back. He was beginning to show little droplets of blood oozing up from lacerations the whip thongs had made. He was moaning almost continuously now. Growing tired of the whipping, I dropped the whip onto the floor, and without giving it much thought, took my now flacid cock in hand and began to piss on the coach's back. Jim laughed, and pulled out of his face, which allowed the coach to twist around and realize there were more than two people with him in the room. He screamed like a stuck pig when he saw the camera. The stream of curses he came out with turned the air blue, and our ears red.. Jim shushed him by pissing a hot yellow stream into his open mouth. Coach litterally turned red all over his body. Reese got into the act, by pulling his cock out and soon enough also was emptying his bladder all over the coach's body. Piss was dripping out of the leather swing on to the carpeted floor. I reached between the coach's legs, and untied the thong he'd bound his cock and balls with, and to my surprise as soon as it was released, coach began to piss onto the floor as well.
I began to wonder if the pig was enjoying our punishment. We turned off the camera, and left the coach to stew in the piss while we all had beers out of the fridge. We talked in low tones among ourselves, with the coach occassionally demanding to be untied. We ignored him, and finally reached a decision. Tony, Reese and Jim would leave with the video camera so he wouldn't have a chance to get his grimy hands on it. I would stay to read the facts to the coach. If we ever even suspected that he had used his position to do damage to any one of our careers, the video would be duplicated and delivered to every major television station in the metropolitan area, and maybe even to some national networks along with a letter explaining what the video showed. His ass would be clapped in jail forever, since all four participants in the scene with him were underage by at least a year. That was not to mention the fact that he'd probably have a few parents gunning for him for real.
He lay there listening to my speach, reaking of piss and still seeping droplets of blood. After I was through talking, I told him I was going to untie him and leave. He whimpered a little and whispered something I had to bend down to hear. He repeated it for me.
"I accept that you guys have me by the balls over this, and you can rest assured I am bound to silence. I like my job, and the opportunities it brings my way, so I admit defeat. But before you untie me and leave, I have one request."
"What's that?"
"I need to be fucked bad. I haven't really gotten off yet, and I want you to plow my hole until I cum. All the better if you cum inside me too." I thought it over, and thought that I might not ever have such an opportunity again. I stuck my flacid cock in his face and told him to suck me up hard. He gobbled cock like it was candy, and soon enough had me ready to do him royal. I stepped behind him, and shoved my dick into his guts and grabbed the swing and used physics to get the job done. I couldn't see his tiny dick from the position I was in, but in a few minutes, I felt a few small splatteres of his hot cum on my legs.
I leaned over him, and blew my load up his ass. When I finished and pulled out, I could see my thick white cum oozing out of his still open hole. I went to the cabinet and picked up a long rubber tool I'd seen there earlier. It fit in nicely, and I pushed it in all the way. he groaned with the intrusion but didn't protest. I wonderedhow often he used the big rubber dick on himself.
When I'd dressed again, I untied his bonds, and left him laying there in the swing exhausted from the night's work. I made my way out of the basement, but stopped upstairs to rummage through his closet. I found what I was looking for, and tried it on. The fit was only a little large, but the big green "W" on the left front panel was really what I wanted to take to college with me. No one in my new school had to know my letter was in fucking the coach.
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