The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'
"Senior Cut Day" 04 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Coach Ransom had his own agenda planned here, as he watched Rico holding his blunt tool, easing the tip up to Kevin's lightly haired crevice. As if a kid wanting something so bad, Kevin whined, flexing his sphincter muscle, as if a bold invitation. Resulting from the traffic cone priming his chute, Rico's 9.5c found no resistance, in poking the tip in.
"Ooooh," Rico sighed, feeling the first half inch of warmth.
The gang, now so sloppy in their `slave' positions, arms lowered as if doing crunches, watched as Coach Ransom moved in, towards the point of action.
"What's he doing?" Sean asked, as if not trusting his movements.
"I dunno," Marc replied.
"He's prolly going to do something sinister!"
They looked at Anthony.
Anthony retorted, "Look what he did to Rico's cock. Who woulda thought coach would fling his fingernails at him, the sadist!"
Anthony couldn't have been more right.
As he said it, Jason yells out, "Watch out, Rico!"
Turning his head, to look behind him, the warning didn't come with enough haste. Coach Ransom's massive hand slaps Rico hard in across the ass.
"Whoooooaaaaa! Oooooooohshiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Rico calls out, as his body jumps forward.
In one great leap, Kevin's ass is fully impaled on Rico's 9.5c!
"Arrrrrrrrrgghhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kevin screams out, his body seeking rigidity as the cock slides in all at once.
"Oh shit!" Rings out the chorus of onlookers.
Not only does a smile, but rounds of laughter shoots out from Coach Ransom's lips. Not caring about anything but looking at Rico's navel, slapped up against Kevin's ass, Rico's thin stomach trail, aligned with Kevin's ass crevice, he could care less that the other four gay friends have fallen out of their cue, approaching the scene at hand, flanking Kevin's ass, peering at the same thing coach gazes upon.
"Oh shit," Anthony belts out, "will you look at that! His whole shaft is sunk into Kevin's ass!"
Jason jokes with Anthony, "Jealous?"
Smiling, with a little giddy, he replies, "Could be!"
The comment doesn't go unheeded.
"Hmm," replies Coach Ransom, "maybe you would look good in Kevin's predicament?"
"Oh no. I'm not subjecting myself to hanging from that thing."
Sean says, "Don't knock it til you've tried it Anthony."
"Yeah, Anthony," Marc backs up his boyfriend.
"Hey, who's side are you on?"
Then Coach Ransom starts in on him, badgering, "They're right, aren't they Anthony? You want a fat cock up your ass, don't you?"
"Well....I..."
"Admit it, Gucci. You're a real slut for cock!"
"Well... I wouldn't put it that way, Coach."
"No?"
Suddenly the action drew away from Rico, buried in Kevin's ass. Walking around the two, Coach Ransom began pouring his energies into tearing down Anthony's will. As he approached Anthony, the twenty-eight year old coach took hold of his own leaking 10c, coating it with his precum, as he stroked, it, bringing it straight out from his hairy pubes, as if an exibitionist, putting his creative wares to view.
"Coach, you.... you wouldn't... fuck me..... would you?"
Following, next to Coach Ransom, Sean and Marc to one side, Jason on the other, it's as if there had been the force of four, against one. Looking down, to his left, coach noticed Jason's hand, working his tool.
"No... but I'm sure Jason here wouldn't mind plowing your ass!"
Causing Coach Ransom to stop, Sean and Marc look across in front of him.
"Shit Jason, you're as hard as a rock!" Sean gasps.
Of course the small band of gay friends have taken notice of every guy on the football team, one time or another, either hitting the shower or mulling around in the locker room. Just the same, well hardly, their incarceration at Coach Ransom's barnyard setting, this is turning out to be a lot more than an innocent lockerroom encounter. Unlike that environment, the occasional glance is met with an actual feast of flaunting their shaft with intent to empty their balls.
"Hard is not the word," Marc comments.
"Man, you're so fucking big," Anthony replies, staring down at Jason.
By the way, everyguy has lost interest in Rico and Kevin, except the ones on the giving and receiving ends. Right now, Rico has latched onto Kevin's torso and is moving in and out at a nice, comfortable pace, his massage tool working both of them in sweet bliss.
"In fact," Coach Ransom suggests, "I bet you wished to God Sean's cock would sink into your ass that day I paddled his butt."
"No.. no.. it wasn't like that at all," Anthony begged to differ.
Joking, Sean said, "I dunno. Maybe I was wishing it would go in!"
Marc didn't like the idea of that and busted his boyfriend for even insinuating such a thing!
Coach Ransom began working Anthony from a new angle, adding, "Bet you you can just taste Jason's sausage, huh Anthony?"
"Shit, Coach Ransom!" Anthony replied, as if desperation, licking his lips.
"On your knees boy!"
Marc and Sean watched as Anthony caved in, falling to the sand. His own 9c bounced off the sand, the gooey tip emerging with particles covering the head. With his palm, Coach Ransom eased Jason forwards, edging him onward, no resistance felt, as Jason's 8.5c neared Anthony's lips.
"Beg for it, boy!"
Coach Ransom's badgering worked like a charm. Slowly Anthony parted his lips, his jaw dropping down.
"Oh man.. I want you... I want you... I want you... soooo... bad!" Anthony belted out, with enthusiasm.
"Cool!" Jason called out, as the head of his cock met up and docked, as if a sailboat moving into a slip. "Oooooooooooooh!"
Jason sighed out loud, as his cock slipped into Anthony's orifice, like a hot knife through butter. Satisfied with how this turned out, Sean and Mark hadn't noticed Coach Ransom's attention drawn to the last gay couple on his agenda. He had already guessed which man fit the bill as `top' guy, watching Sean all along stroking his cock, as Marc watched the action, his cock dripping naturally, without provocation.
"Are we ready to tie the knot?" Coach Ransom addressed Sean.
"Huh?" Sean replied, looking into coach's face.
The two almost stood eye to eye, Sean being six feet tall, Coach Ransom two inches taller.
"'Fraid I don't get you coach."
"Oh don't you worry, Keller. You `will' be getting it. Don't think I haven't detected what you and Houtman mean to each other."
Marc's attention is drawn to the conversation, upon hearing his name mentioned, questioning, "How's that go coach?"
"You two haven't fooled me for a bit. One of you leaving the field for a nature break, the other following two minutes later. Always, without fail, taking the same seat together on the bus, to away games. Entering the shower together, exiting. Same time, to a tee?"
Both alternated between hanging their head down, looking at each other, smiling when Coach Ransom hit upon a true fact that was as plain as day.
"Hey Coach?"
All five stopped their actions. Except Anthony. He kept sucking away on Jason's tool, as Jason looked over his shoulder.
"What's up Rico? Ready to shoot your load?"
"Oh no coach. Kevin's ass feels so fuckin' good. I ain't shooting my load for another two hours!"
Sean looked at Marc, taking his hand and squeezing it, a sign that he wanted the same thing as Rico experienced.
"So, what's your point, Martinez?"
"Do you think you could allow... let Kevin off of this thing, so we can.. get more comfortable?"
Rico squinted not discounting the fact that he might have over stepped his boundaries, asking to have what he thought as Kevin as Coach Ransom's `possession' released from his bondage, on his own say so.
To his surprise, Coach Ransom replies, "He's your boy now. You call the shots."
"My boy?"
"Yeah, unless you changed your mind about claiming his ass?"
Rico got it, having seen Coach Ransom throwing the hint, with a wink of his eye.
None of them understood what Rico said, as he spelled out in Spanish of his joy. Not knowing how this whole bondage system worked, coach and the others got a laugh out of Rico lowering the chains all at once, Kevin's shoulders falling fast, resulting in the eighteen year old submissive spitting out sand. He also winced, as his legs remained extended up and spread by the elevated spreaded bar. Not once during the whole scene did Anthony part his lips.
"So, have you taken his cherry yet Keller?"
Disregarding the two separate parties of sexual encounters, Coach Ransom tipped back a bottle of Miller Lite, as he chatted with Sean and Marc.
After taking a sip of his brew, Sean replies, "We talked about it."
"Yeah," Marc carried on the now relaxed conversation, "matter of fact, that's the special thing we had been saving to do on graduation night."
Stepping out his vigorous, dominant mode, Coach Ransom, sitting on a bale of hay, replies a sweet, "Touching."
"Say, coach, have you ever been in love?"
"Maybe."
"Anybody home?"
Swinging open the barn door, a figure enters.
"Mr. Salgado?" Sean and Marc say in unison.
"I thought if you hadn't been out there, I'd find you in here, babe."
Their Spanish teacher walks over to Coach Ransom, embraces him and gives him a long kiss.
"Hey, not in front of the children, Dominic."
"Oh. Sorry kids!"
"So, you do have a love interest, coach?" Sean ventures to guess.
"You've been talking us up?" Mr. Salgado asks the hairy coach.
"A little."
Sean boldly asks, "So have you taken `your' lovers cherry, coach?"
Salgado replies for him, saying, "Why don't you show them what you can do, Seth."
It's the first time the two teens have heard Coach Ransom called anything but his school title.
"What? Defile these two youths with porno?"
"I'd much rather refer to it as `sex education'?"
Coach Ransom can hardly turn his lover down, what with him already stripped down to the beltline, presently unbuckling his belt.
"Yeah Coach," Marc badgers, "show us how it's done!"
Sean doesn't object to the spectacle either.
"Hmm..." he says.
Not disappointing either party, Coach Ransom waits til the thirty-one year old Spanish teacher is thoroughly stripped to the buff, before he leans against the cattle stall.
"Mr. Salgado sure is hairy."
"Yeah," Sean agrees.
"Wonder if I'll get that hairy?"
Looking down at his own body, the little wisps of brown hair around his nips, the thin, brown trail down his stomach, the darker treasure trail, looking as if it originates from within his deep bellyhole, Sean replies, "I think it's going to be the other way around." Then, rubbing his palm over Marc's smooth chest, he states, "I'll like you anyway."
"Yeah. I guess I should be contented with this shaggy little treasure trail."
"Yeah, it's hot," Sean says, giving the dark blond shag a little tug.
Meanwhile, they hadn't been paying attention. They return to their instructors when Mr. Salgodo lets out a grunt.
"Oh wow... look!" Marc points.
HIs belly over a bale of hay, the two watch as Coach Ransom forces his 10c, to the hilt, up their teacher's ass chute.
"I don't believe he's taking it all in," Marc comments.
"I wonder if you'll be able to take all of mine in?" Sean asks his boyfriend.
"Hey. No offense, but you aren't big like coach, Sean."
Marc suddenly gets a bad vibe from Sean, as if he's shamed him or something like that.
"No that I really `need' something that big in me. I mean, I'm not like Kevin and Anthony, y'know."
"Yeah, okay."
Marc still feels like a heel. He can only figure out one way to make amends. Walking over to a bale of hay, he lies faced down on it.
"Marc, what in the hell are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? Haven't you been paying attention to our `teachers'?"
Sean gets it.
"But... but we're saving `that' for graduation night."
Neither one says anything after that. Marc's eyes, his look draws Sean over to him, as if receiving a telepathic message.
"You sure you want this, Marc?"
"More than you know, Sean."
"Oooooooooooooooh!"
Looking over, behind them, they first hear Mr. Salgado's long sigh of disappointment. Next, it's coach's voice ringing out.
Coach speaks up, with more than a hint.
More as a demand, he states, "Why don't you boys go up to the ranch house and find yourselves a room?"
"Room?" Sean questions.
"Yeah. Try the second bedroom on your left, at the top of the stairs."
"Really?" Marc inquires.
"Yeah and hurry up before I change my mind!"
The two scoot out of there.
On their way out of the barn, cutting through through the sandy pit, Sean takes the initiative, "Hey guys. C'mon into the house!"
Once again, unplugging Kevin's ass, Rico and he follows suit. Anthony's tastebuds begin to water as soon as Jason's cock pulls out.
"Cool!" All six exchange remarks.
Marc asks, "So Anthony, Jason tastes good, huh?"
"Very, but he says I need to lube him up real good before he takes my cherry."
Sean questions Rico, "So you think you can fill Coach Ransom's shoes?"
"I think I can give Kevin what he `needs'."
"For sure your cock leaves me `fulfilled'," Kevin jokes.
"What about the other - kinky stuff?" Sean inquires of Rico.
"I dunno. Maybe. I'll have to work on that part. What about you and Marc?"
Smiling, looking ahead, at Marc, his beautiful body, sweating in the sun, shining like a god, Sean replies, "I have a feeling that after today we're going to be sticking by each other for a long time."
That night, even though they knew Coach Ransom would be pissed, when he realized it, they grabbed the keys to Kevin's jeeps, smuggled their clothes back into the jeep and took off for the beach.
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So, what do you think happens with naughty boys?
2 B continued...look for the sequel, "Held For Ransom"
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.