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Monday night after practice, Tom showed up at Coach's door for game vids. The two watched as if nothing else had ever happened. When the finished, Coach said, "Boy, strip. and give me ten." Tom did as he was told but Coach said, "Wait, you do your pushups on this special board." Tom had never seen such a board. It had a sort of tube attached. Tom was to start from the down position with his dick in the tube. Tom did as told. He began the up and down motions, on the down there was no problem, on the up the tube squeezed Tom's elephant cock pulling on it as he pushed his body up. Stretching the already huge cock. When Tom counted the tenth repitition, Tom got a surprise, a jolt of electricty ran thru hiis big dick and he came. He came a lot. Tom turned to coach, saying, "I'm sorry Coach, it just happened." Coach smiled saying, "Electricity can be a wonderfu thing boy. No go clean out your hole. You need a dose of fresh cum. Coach took the cup off the tube that had collected Tom's cum. He put it into a needles syringe baister. When Tom came out of the bathroom, all naked, Coach had him bend over a chair, shot Tom's own cum into his hole and began to fuck away at him. "Tom, do you want my cum,"Coach demanded. Tom could only ned, he begged. Coach was fucking him like a 2 bit whore. Coach gave three loads to his stud quarterback and said, "Boy, you will get plenty more hot cum. Good thing you like it. But, you are going to have to learn to top, too. We will work on that with a friend of mine. I never bottom. " Coach produced a larger plug than before, forced it into Tom's ass and sent him home saying," take it out in my office in the morning, not before." Tom dressed, thanked Coach and moved toward the door. Coach shouted,"Halt, my special sluts get a kiss." He and Tom engaged in a long wet kiss. And then again. When they finally broke, Tom got on his motorcycle and headed home. His mind was agog. The plug was driving him crazy with every move. He fell asleep around midnight. His dreams were of cock.

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The afternoon at school was like a daze. Tom was having flashbacks. The end of the day announcements pulled him back to reality. Tom Kistner, report to Coach C's office immediately. Tom picked up his things and headed for the office. All coach said was, "After practice, I have some things to show you." Suit up and give it all you've got. Wait, Pull down your pants." As Tom did, Coach pulled the plug out, had Tom lick it and said, "You can't be on the field with this in you." Tom went into the john and let the cum run out. It was mostly watery. He flushed it away, sadly. Dressed for the field, the guys in the locker room asked about the interview. Tom said it was rigorous. They asked if there were game films. Tom let the know there were films. Practice was gruelling. Tom expended all his energy, gave his all. There were a few men in the stands watching. He wondered if they were the interviewers. That would have to wait. JD was filming practice as he always did. After 6pm, Coach said hit the showers and head for home. To Tom he said, "after you have supper, my house. " Tom said he would be there. When he walked in the house, his mom said, "There's my studly football boy. Dinner is on the table." Tom sat down with his Dad and his brother Rob. They had the usual dinner conversations. Tom said, "I had an interview for a scholarship today." His Dad beamed thinking how much money it could save the family. Dad said, "Son if you can get scholarships, it will make a big difference for our family budget." Tom knew he would take all the money he could get. At 7:30, Tom rang Coach's doorbell. Coach opened it and pulled the boy in. The room was not well lit and Coach sent Tom to a chair facing the TV. He said, "Watch carefully, this is raw footage. It will be edited to make a better video." Tom couldn't believe his eyes. It was Tom face down ass up. A huge man approached him. Tom could see one fat cock headed for his ass. Then it began, the man saying," take my load, you filthy slut. You know you want it. Tell me you want it." Tom heard himself say, "Give it to me, wreck my hole." The second feature was a smaller guy but he had a bigger cock. Tom heard himself saying, "Fuck me, please fuck me. Fill my cunt with your cum. The man did. He got off the bed and left. God, the third guy was the desk clerk at the hotel. He recognized him immediately. By now, Tom was begging for cock, Pleading to be fucked. Tom didn't remember that. Coach said, "these videos will be available to select people who will pay large amounts of money. We will pay the filmers, editors, and split the profits. Your portion will go into a scholarship fun to add to what I know you will get from State. We will be making more videos. If Possible, I want them to see you just masked, coming in, stripping for the camera and laying on the bed, ready to take the first cock I bring in. By the way, the desk clerk will be a regular." He knows who you are and won't ruin his life with his wife and kids by exposing you." We play Friday night in Carmel. Next filming Saturday afternoon," Coach said. "Will you be ready." Tom only thought of money, his family's budget, and how good being fucked felt and answered, "Yes, SIR."

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Coach opened the door to the room. Said you have lunch period 4? Tom answered that he did. Coach said, "Good, boy, I have another one for you. Just relax, he'll be here in2 min." Another one, Tom thought. Tom Twas totally confused. Meanwhile coach took his finger, made Tom lick it, stuck the finger in a baggy, and then in Tom's ass. It burned and Tom whined. Soon boy, it will feel so good. Just wait a minute or two. The knock on the door told Coach is was time to hood Tom again. Done quickly, Tom heard the door open and a deep voice say, "this the kid who wants to play?" When coach pulled the sheet off Tom to unveil the masterpiece, the man said, "Hell, you sure he's only 19 with all that fur." Here is his driver's license," Coach replied. The man played with Tom's furry ass saying, "I could comb it, but I'm in a hurry. I'm going to fuck it." Finger first had Tom writhing in pleasure. Tom's please Sir fuck me had the man ready. The man said, "You want this fat cock boy? Show me, back up on it." Tom reached around felt for the big cock hand helped to find it way into his hole. He pushed back surprised that he opened easily for it. His hole gulped the dick and Tom pushed back. Suddenly, he began to move back and forth moaning like a bitch. The feeling overwhelmed him. He began to say fuck me over and over. The man rolled Tom onto his back without removing his cock from Tom's hole. The minute he was over he began to pound Tom like a hammer on a nail. Tom pleaded, "harder, fuck me harder." Both man and boy were sweating like in a sauna. Suddenly, Tom shot a load out his cock. The man felt the orgasm in Tom's hole and shot his load as well. The man got up. Tom heard him get dressed and leave. Coach came in saying, "shower boy. I've got 5 Guys for us. Get that plug in you." Tom answered, "Yes, Sir." He slid the plug in but it was sliding out. Coach produced a larger one and Tom worked it in. The ate in the room. Coach said, "We have to get out of here now. They need to pick up cameras and lights." Tom didn't really understand but knew his hole wanted more than the plug. He asked, "Did you take videos?" Coach answered, "I didn't, but a friend did. I'll give you an address to find them on Internet. You can see how good you look all fucked up." "Was this the interview for scholarship," Tom asked. Coach said, "The scholarship is insured."

No sooner had the motel room door closed than, a huge man appeared from a shadow. The room was dark. Drapes were all closed. Only a night light shone from the bathroom. A deep voice asked, "You clean boy?" Tom answered that he had showered this morning. That produced a hearty laugh for the giant. "You are green, boy. Get in that bathroom and use the dush bottle. Wait, you're plugged aren't you?" Tom answered, "Sir, my hole is plugged if that is what you mean." The giant stepped from the shadows and said, "Boy, Bill told me your were green, but I had no idea. Get in there, I'll help you. Strip now." Tom obliged taking off his clothes. When he was totally naked, the giant said, "Hell, you are no boy; you are a man. Look at that hair. What happened to your hand?" Tom answered looking at his hand, "Sir, it was an accident in chem lab. I singed the hair if that is what you mean." The giant laughed again. He said, "You want to play football?" Tom answered, "Yes, Sir. I want to play in college." The naked boy stood while the giant pulled out the plug. There was just a little grit left on the plug. "Good job, Bill," he laughed as he examined the plug. Just a touch of fun powder the giant thought. The warm water flowed out in the toilet looking pretty clear. The giant said, "Nice dick, boy. You know how to use it?" Tom answered, "I haven't been able to get with my girlfriend for two weeks. I think it has a hair trigger by now." You won't need it today. Lay down on the bed, that's right on your back. Boy, I have to put a hood on you. Don't panic, it will be fine." Tom felt his arms strapped to the bedframe, a blinding hood was slid over his head, and his legs were left free. Tom was turned on, the pill Coach had given him was working and his cock was at full mast. "Just relax boy and let it happen, you will love it," said the giant. Soon Tom felt a warm wet tongue pushing at his hole. The hole responded after having the plug in for so long. It opened and the giant moaned louder than Tom who was in heaven. The giant laughed saying he would have to floss the pubes out of his teeth. Tom's big cock grew even harder. The giant grabbed his nuts and squeezed them hard. Tom squeeled in pain. The giant laughed saying, "All little piggies squeel." Soon, the giant had taken his own dick and poked at Tom's hole. Tom began to ask for more. The giant made him beg. "What do you want boy? What do you want me to do? Tom replied, "put it in me, please, Sir, I need it?" "Tell me what you need," the giant said," or you get nothing." Tom, overcome with sexual need finally said, "Fuck me." The giant said, "Louder boy, I need to know you really want it." Tom shouted, "Fuck this slut." That turned the giant on even more. He raised Tom's legs up pushed knees over shoulder and shoved his dick in in one fell swoop. Tom screamed. The giant began a merciless pounding of Tom's hole. Tom's own cock leaked precum everywhere as his hole was being battered. Tom's head rolled from side to side as his hole was pummeled and then, just like that, that button in his ass responded and Tom began to cum. He shot more that he thought he had in him. Tom heard the door open and the giant said, "Your turn." Another man climbed on the bed. Tom heard the shower. The giant must be showering. This man started working Tom's nipples, he twisted and pulled, bit, and twisted some more. The nipples were so sore but Tom's big cock was rock hard. Then the legs went up. This time Tom knew the drill and helped. Another cock found its way into Tom's battered hole. The man never said a word, just fucked Tom like a rag doll. After Tom had cum again and new man had left his seed, the stranger got up and left. Tom lay there thinking. Wondering what would come next. The giant took off the hood. The room was very light, movie lights. The camera was gone, so was the camera man. Tom knew he was in trouble.

As coach slid the plug back into Tom's ass, Tom moaned and then feeling a warmth moaned again. His dick which never seemed to go all the way down was at half mast. The Coach toyed with the plug a little making Tom squirm. All Tom know for sure was he liked this and he was meeting a real college coach. He might get an offer for next year. Tom knew he wanted to play football and knew he liked what coach was doing. Tom struggled through period 1. He found that if he shifted position in his seat the buttplug would find nice spots in his ass. There was something better about the plug than it was before. It must be what coach put on it, he thought. Finally the bell rang ending the class. Tom stood and the plug shifted a little causing Tom to moan slightly. He hurried to Coach's office and found Coach Rehder ready to sub for Coach's PE classes. Coach Rehder smiled and asked, "Are you full, Tom." Tom replied he hadn't had time for a real breakfast and Rehder only smiled. He said, "Maybe you will get filled up at this interview." With that it was time to go. Rehder went into gym. Coach closed the door and said pants down. Tom obeyed immediately as Coach bent him over and pulled out the plug. It made Tom feel empty. But not for long. Coach had a longer one that he had greased and added something gritty to. Coach worked it in. Tom felt amazing. When he walked the plug did wonderful things to him. They headed to Coach's car and drove toward the motel. Coach said, "You will do everything this coach asks of you, you will not question. I will get you into room, then leave for a while. When I come back, you will be ready for more decisions." "Sure, Coach," was all Tom could think to respond. Do everything this coach asks. OK. When they pulled up in parking lot, Coach gave Tom a small blue pill and said, here swallow this. Tom did. They headed to room 222. Coach knocked on the door. It opened and a huge man appeared. Coach made the intros and said Tom was ready for his interview. I will be down in restaurant. He left the room and closed the door.

The alarm clock sounded at 5:45. Tom got up feeling the plug move in his ass. He smiled wondering about his morning dump. He showered, drying always took at least two towels to get all his body hair dry enough to dress. His morning piss was strong. He hadn't drunk enough liquid before bed. He logged into his computer and checked emails. One was from coach. It simply said no underwear today. Tom pulled on is 501 blues with button fly. He was a little concerned as his dick was still not really softened, partially hard. Besides that, sometimes black pubes would work their way and show in the fly. He shaved his face, combed his hair, brushed his pearly white teeth, and headed downstairs, xts, he went back up to grab his phone. 5 texts from Jan. She wouldn't be up. He catch her at school. Tom mounted his motorcycle, feeling the vibration in his ass as the plug found new spots to tap. Tom hurried to school. He was outside coach's door at6:45. Coach walked up smiling knowing he had tom right where he wanted him. Coach unlocked the door, ushered Tom in and Tom stood in front of desk. Tom said, "Coach, you want me to turn the lights on." Coach responded, "No need for lights, boy." It wasn't totally dark but even blinds were closed. With that Coach said, "Boy, strip!" Tom hesitated and Coach growled, "Now." Tom pulled off his polo shirt, kicked off his shoes, and started to unbutton his jeans. The minute a second button was loose, his cock sprang to life making it hard to finish unbuttoning. Coach watched his prey fumble with the buttons. As soon as the boy was naked, Coach handed him a drink. "Drink it all down fast, boy!" Coach barked adding, "This is an energy drink. You will need extra energy today. I've got a college coach coming to see you." Now bend over the desk, let me check that plug. Tom said, "Coach, I haven't touched it. Sir, I need to take a dump." Coach moved him to attached john and pulled out the plug, it made a sucking sound. Tom sat on the pot and let out farts and shit. As he did, Coach coated the plug with some nice lube and a little grit. Coach said, "It has been cleared with admin for me to take you to meet the Coach at Holiday Inn periods 2 and 3. I will take you. He can't meet you on school property. Do you understand?"

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"Yeah, mom." Tom heard himself say. Supper already, oh, after six he thought as he glanced at the clock. He had to be with Coach by 7:30 and had some Calc homework to do. The conversation at the table turned to camp. Tom talked about the fun they had and how the team had bonded. His dad smiled, remembering his football days. Tom had worn a pair o sweatpants to the table as his cock was still totally out of control. Funny, it didn't really ache the way it did before, but it was there, big and brassy trying to show itself. The jockstrap helped. If he could get it into a cup, he'd wear one. He finished his Calc surprisingly quickly and got his books ready for Tuesday. By then it was time to leave for Coach's house. Funny, his cock seemed to be lessening in hardness. Maybe, this will get better he thought. He jumped onto his motorcycle and headed to Coach's place. It was outside town in a sort of a forest. No close neighbors and really nice. Coach had a pool, a sauna, and an icebath. When he reached the house, Coach met him at the door. After a quick chat, they sat down to watch films from this coming Friday's opponent. Coach was making notes on papers that looked like the football field after every play. When they finished Coach said, "Tom take a look at these while I make us a little drink." Tom studied them, imagined his teammates defending against this team. He thought his team had a great chance to beat them. When Coach returned, he had Gatoraide ready, gave Tom a b12 tablet and said, nurse it. They talked as Tom grew groggy. Soon Tom knew where he was but wasn't sure what was going on around him. Coach had him leaned against the back of the couch leg spread wide, and was rubbing something into his hole. Tom liked the feeling. Coach said, "Boy, I know you love this and you will love what is coming even more." Coach knew Tom had to be home by ten and couldn't take him all the way into dreamland. he had to be able to revive him to go home, but got him far enough out of it to begin with fingers probing Tom's tight hole. Soon Tom was moaning and pushing back on the fingers. When the fingers were withdrawn, Tom managed to moan, no. Coach said, "Don't worry son, there is more coming." Tom's arms felt like weights, his head was unclear, but he felt the pressure against his slightly opened hole. He moaned. Coach said, "You like that boy? You are going to learn to love it and beg for it." With that Coach slid his 9 inch fat cock into Tom's winking hole. Tom was soon pushing back as Coach slammed his bloated cock into the boy. The 19 year old would soon be hooked. His prostate was being assaulted by a club sized cock. Tom was leaking precum everywhere as Coach battered his boybutton. The harder Coach slammed into him, the more pleasant Tom's moans. Soon Coach had emptied his juice into the quarterback. Coach said, "Son, you loved that didn't you? You want to hold Coach's baby batter inside you?" Tom answered vaguely, "Yes, sir." Coach produced a nice butt plug, pushed it in, and slapped Tom's hot, hairy ass. "Boy, you will report to my office at 7am. You won't take that plug out until I take it out of you. Understand, boy?" Tom nodded saying that he understood. He dressed Tom. Coach pulled out smelling salts, gave Tom a whiff. Tom returned to some reality. Coach said, "Tom, it is late, head for home. Don't forget 7am. Tom went to his cycle, mounted it and felt the plug press in and moaned in pleasure. The vibrations from the engine made him moan even more all the way home. Tom went straight to bed. His dreams were vibrant. He was being fucked, fucked by his hero, Coach.

Monday morning means load the bus and head back to town for the regular school day. Quick breakfasts and grabbing their things, the players lined up to load the bus. As usual Coach took the first seat near the driver. Tom, still tired found an empty row to curl up for sleep. Dreams began almost immediately. Dreams of his constant orgasms. Tom was awakened by Reed. "Man you were really out of it," Reed said. Tom's answer was, "Where are we?" School is all read said. Tom went in and stuffed his things in his gym and hall locker. By the time he had his books and things for morning, the bell was ringing. Time to head to class. First period was anatomy and physiology. Of all the subjects, it was reproductive organs. Tom's big cock was very much alive and had already had some drips. After class he headed to the boys' room where he used toilet paper to dry himself and some brown paper towels to wrap his rascal. The big cock was still hard. If he had had more time, he would have jacked off. Well, off to Calc. Tom knew the day would drone on. One of the hall monitors delivered a note to see Coach at lunch. Tom figured it would be about the light practice and vids they always had on Mondays. Monday night would be Tom's meeting with coach for more intense films. Tom let his mind wander in Chem2 . The result was to singe some of the hair off his hand on the bunsen burner. Swell, Tom thought. Now it looks like I shave it. Mr Thompson hurried over at the smell. He was happy to see it wasn't a burn. It wasn't like Tom not to concentrate so Mr Thompson said nothing. Time passed. One more class, then lunch. Latin 4. Translating Caesar was not too exciting, but today it was Ovid poetry, love poems only excited Tom and his cock even more. Finally, it was time for lunch. Tom made his way to Coach's office. Coach had a surprise. He pulled out the new uniforms. He said he needed Tom to model them for a few pictures for school paper and for the Herald, the town's newspaper. As Tom looked at his number, he said, "Right here, Coach." Sure was the response. Tom started to strip. When he got out his underwear, it was wet. He turned away from Coach but Coach had already seen. Tom, are you still having trouble with that?" Coach asked. Embarrassed, Tom could only nod. Coach said he had an idea. He produced a plastic sleeve and a hair dryer. He had Tom slide the plastic sleeve over his engorged cock. Then in a flash he used the hair dryer to shrink the plastic in place. That will keep the leak under control. I have a few ideas to help. We'll talk about it tonight. He handed Tom a Coke and a McDonald's Big Mac with fries. Tom asked if it was Coke. Coach said, I think I got diet by mistake. Eat up and drink. We'll get the photos taken and you can be off to class. Team sees new uniforms at practice. The day droned on and Tom stayed rock hard. He was finally getting used to it. As the day ended, the team asked where he was at lunch. He told them about meeting Coach and Coach had a surprise. Practice started in locker room. Coach showed off new uniforms and said "all right men. time for PT." Moans all around. After 30 min, the team gathered to watch game films. Then, they broke to shower and head home. Tom was panicking, His cock was sheathed. Everyone would see it. Coach called Tom and said, "I need you to run some errands right now. Shower at home. I'll see you for our meeting tonight. Tom breathed a sigh of relief. Sweaty Tom ran into Jan on one of the errands. She turned up her nose and said, "Tom, how can you run around town looking like that?" All he answered was,"Coach's orders." She turned and went on her way. Tom finished the errands went home, showered, and lay down. He was very tired.

Within moments the room began to dim and Tom was either asleep or dreaming that he was. He was so relaxed, everything except his big cock. Tom thought he saw a smile on Coach's face, but his mind was awash and he was sure he was dreaming. Coach walked over to the cot and Helped Tom onto his knees, then moved his shoulders down, an his head to one side. Odd, Tom felt totally comfortable. Then Tom felt a hand pulling at his ass, then two, then a warm breath on his hole as the hands tried to open his crack even wider. It wasn't long and a something wet was at Tom's hole. He couldn't see and didn't know what it was. He knew it felt amazing. Tom tried to talk but only moaned. "You like that, boy?" Coach asked. mmmmmm was all Tom could manage. "If you like that you will like what is coming even more, it was Coaches voice. Coach used his wet tongue to poke and poke at that hairy hole. Tom's responses were only more moans. Soon, Coach had opened a nice bottle of the slickest lube known to man. Coach said, "You ready for a finger or two or four, boy?" Tom only moaned in answer. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Coach worked his index finger into Tom's puckering hole. Amazingly, it responded by winking like an eye as the finger came out. After a few more single digit penetrations, Coach added his middle finger. Tom's moans egged him on. Soon it was three fingers. By the time Coach added a thumb with his pinky finger out like on a teacup, Tom was open. Beautiful cunt was all Coach could think. The plan was working. Tom would remember only the pleasure tomorrow, believing it was all a dream and beg coach for more of his sleep potion. But first things first. Coach had a big hand but was determined to get inside the 19 year old's ass with his hand. He would dig for the quarterback's prostrate and milk him. He will pump that prostate like a squeeze bulb forcing out quarterback juice. Slowly, patiently, Coach opened the beautiful hole wider and wider until, Eureka, the whole hand slid in. Coach saw the boy in extasy as his prostate was pushed and pumped and prodded. Soon, the flow began and coach was going to keep it flowing. After 2 hours, the player seemed spent. Coach slid his hand out, pulled the soaked towel out from under the boy, and lay him down. Surprisingly or not, the quarterback's cock remained rock hard. In the morning, Coach would double the dose in Tom's juice. Coach was up and ready at 6am. He woke Tom at 6:30. Tom was so groggy and Coach handed him a cup of his special coffee, this time with a stimulant. He ushered Tom to his bunk in the dormitory. Tom lay down in time for the blast of the 7 am wakeup. More to come if you want it.

Part 3 Saturday night was the full team meeting with a campfire, jokes, stories, and confessions. The evening passed quickly and coach broke out a cooler full of near beer. Low alcohol content and sudsy head. The guys continued to laugh and joke until coach said hit the hay. The bunk room was wide open with no separation from one bunk to another. Between bunks was passing space. Rule was guys slept head to toe on the bunks. Looking across the space didn't show faces only feet of neighboring bunk. It was a warm night. Tom said he needed a shower as he always wore a fur coat. He took off for the communal showers with soap, shampoo, and towels. When he got to shower he had all he could do to not rub one out. His dick pointed up at the stars and stayed hard even under cold water. It would be a long night, maybe he could get with Jan late Sunday night. It was his only hope. He had sworn, along with the other guys, not to jack off. While the water was running cold, he saw coach come in with his towels and soap. Coach had shower shoes. Tom stood there trying to cover his tool. Coach only said, "Hard up, Tom?" Then he moved to a shower head two down from Tom. Tom switched the water back to hot, stepped out, and toweled dry. He ran his fingers thru his head hair and headed to his cot. Sleep would allude him. Coach was up before the rest. He had brewed coffee and was waiting for the 7am wake up for the others. Tom who had not really slept got out of bunk. He saw coach who said, "Coffee, Tom." Tom never drank coffee but said, "I never tried it, but I guess I will." Coach asked,"Milk, sugar, or both." Tom asked how coach drank his, he answered with a sweetener, no milk. Tom tried the same. Odd, the sweetener was a blue tablet. Coach dropped it in and stirred to dissolve it. Tom wasn't sure he liked coffee after the first taste but drank it down. About this time team heard the blast for wake up. They rose and began to prep for another day of camp. PT is what coach, a former Marine, called it. They worked up a sweat, went to breakfast, and began another day of games and water sports. In one of the down times, Tom went to coach and said, "Coach, I have a problem." Coach replied, "Tom, it shows. That dick is ever ready." Tom said, "Yes, sir. And now it is leaking. What can I do?" Coach said go for a swim in the cold lake. Tom had tried cold shower, shrugged and headed for the lake. Guys were playing water polo. One of them said, "We get Tom on our team, he has a built in polo stick" Tom reddened but laughed with the crowd. By night, Tom was totally miserable. He went to coach again and coach said, "I don't approve of drugs, but you have to get some sleep. I'll give you my herbal sleep tablet. Come down to my room when the guys are asleep. i don't want them to see me give it to you." Tom thanked coach and headed to bunk. When all was quiet with just a few snores, Tom stealthily moved out to Coach's door. It was ajar. Tom whispered, "Coach." Coach's yeah, come in bud was same as at coach's office. Tom opened the door to the dimlly lit room. There was a second cot. Coach said, "If you take this, I will have to watch you for 45 min to see how it works on you. Tom said, "Please, SIR, I have to have some relief. from this dick." He handed Tom the capsule. Tom took it, Coach said, "lie down." More to come, Will Tom?

More to come. Just busy at work.

Part 2. Tom's play in that Friday night game was flawless. The team shut out the opponent. They showered, picked up the bags and headed to board the bus. It was a new bus driver who really didn't know the guys and they didn't know him. After about 15 min on the road, a few players were dozing. Tom only wished he had had time for an ice bath. Although he did a great job on the field, he had a problem between his legs. That ice bath would have taken care of it. As the bus pulled up there were few lights on. Coach preceded the boys into the building. Dorm A was for Seniors, B was for remaining players. A was much nicer than B, but the younger guys expected it to be so. Coach called a quick meeting as he handed out locker keys and bed assignments. Neither dorm had a direct exit to the outside. Everyone entered and left through the main reception area. Staff was off duty for the night and would return at 7 in the morning. The guys sat patiently in the reception hall waiting for the talk about rules. They were always the same. No one leaves the building after lights out. Wake up would be 7 and breakfast at 7:30. PT at 8:30 and then canoes, swimming, a few pickup games and cards. Coach had each player bring a Tervis lidded mug. He wanted plenty of fluids to avoid dehydration. Coach never let guys share. Too much danger of an infection among the entire team. He filled the mugs with sports drinks himself. Collected them and refilled them every two hours. Unbeknownst to the team, he would add a little something extra to intensify the team's ability to concentrate on the business at hand. But Tom always got a little something extra, something coach had cooked up a mixture of sexual stimulants. He knew Tom would never be less than half hard and much of the time, rock hard. Coach knew that Tom was 19 and fair game. He also knew he could make Tom want some private Tom with Coach. Saturday morning passed. The guys broke into groups, some swimming. Tom wanted to canoe and too Reed, his favorite receiver with him. The paddled leisurely around the lake arriving at a quiet cove. Reed hat set his watch alarm so they wouldn't miss the next 2 hour dose of sports drink. The day was unusually warm and the boys wore only shorts. Each had applied sunscreen and helped the other with back. Tom noticed a tingling as Reed rubbed the sunscreen on him . Odd he had never felt that before, but worse was the total hardening of his constantly half-hard cock . He chalked it up to not getting any from the girl for too long. Reed just kept saying, Tom you are the hairiest guy I have ever seen. Your shoulders and back are hairy. Your front is a fur coat and your arms and legs are covered. Are you sure you aren't one of those mythical creatures, you know man top goat bottom. Tom replied that he was just virile and check feet, hairy but not hooves. Reed gave him a shoulder bump and laughed. Paddling back to the camp, the guys talked about futures. Both wanted to go to college. Reed said the pussy would be wild and free. Tom felt a drop of precum ooze out with that. Damn, that cock was rock hard again. He had to get in Jan's pussy and soon. But he knew Monday would be with coach. He'd have to find time to get Jan out for a ride in the country. Then he'd ride her like one of those goat legged creatures with big cocks

Lucky for Tom, his parents held him back a year to start kindergarten. They knew he would be a football star and knew the extra year to develop would make him bigger and stronger than his fellow high school seniors. At 19 when football practice began his senior year, Tom was a good specimen. He wasn't hugely muscular, but well muscled, great arms, and hands. At just over 6 feet tall, with very dark hair and deep brown eyes he was a sight to behold. There was no question who would be the captain of the team that year. It would be Tom. Coach always had a series of meetings with his captain to produce strategy and modify plays for the best effect on the field. So it became a routine that after practice once a week, coach and captain would watch films, and critique. It really cramped Tom's style when coach moved the meetings to Mondays. It was always a short practice and Tom had reserved that night for Jan, his girlfriend of 2 years. Monday was the night her parents would be away until after midnight and Tom knew he would empty his big balls. As practice started 1st week of August, and games didn't start until 1st week of September. Tom hadn't gotten his rocks off in more than three weeks. , Each night he would head for the shower in the basement where he would jack his big cock until he produced two loads. Carefully washing the evidence down the floor drain. It helped but Tom needed more. He needed pussy. Oh, coach was killing him. By week one, the team was a well-piled machine. They expected a win on Friday night at home. After the game, the team would have a retreat at a camp a few miles into the country. It had dormitory space, a kitchen, meeting rooms, a pool, workout rooms. The team would spend Saturday and Sunday. Sunday night would have a mandatory study hour and then they would leave for home. The chems show up in next phase. Should I go on with this?

ONe of the best stories ever. I love Dubcon's stories too

I want Trevor Brooks. Is that too much to ask for?