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DAD AND THE COACH
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by Joe Troutt
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Buck Johnson had been athletic director and head coach at Leeville High
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for seven years and had gained the admiration of not only the students
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but the parents, faculty and administration as well due to his
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transformation of the Leeville Rams football team. Perennial losers in
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their district, they were now contenders nearly every year and had been
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state champs the past two years. Placques and awards lined his office
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and he was damn proud of them.
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Coach Johnson didn't take any shit from any of his players; they toed
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the line or they were off the team. Period. No exceptions. And the
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coach demanded absolute respect and the boys did. All of the girls
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were in love with the 45 year old coach, and there was good reason.
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Coach Johnson wasn't handsome in the traditional sense. He had not
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only been a football player in college but a powerlifter as well, and
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still had the body to match. At 6'5" and 275 pounds, he was most
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definately a man's man. Brown hair and a perpetual tan rounded out the
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look, which was very intimidating to most of the students at the
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school. A gruff demeanor and mean dis- position, as well as a
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reputation for discipline, kept his players in line.
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The coach was doing some paperwork in his private office one day when
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he received a desperate phone call from Ed Sawyer, the father of Bobby
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Sawyer, one of his best wide receivers on the team.
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"Coach, I need to talk with ya. About Bobby." Mr. Sawyer said.
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"What's the matter, Ed? Somethin' wrong?"
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"I think I better come to your office and talk. It's pretty serious.
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When's a good time?"
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"How about this afternoon? I'll have the assistants supervise practice
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while you and I talk. That sound ok?"
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"Sure, coach. About 4:30? That's the earliest I can make it."
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"Great, Ed. See ya then." The coach hung up the phone. He was
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concerned; he hadn't noticed anything wrong with the boy, certainly not
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in the playing department. He had caught two touchdown passes in the
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last game and had really played his heart out. Coach Johnson shook his
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head and finished his paperwork.
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Ed Sawyer showed up promptly at Coach Johnson's office around 4:30.
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The two men shook hands, exchanged greetings, and Bobby's father took a
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chair in front of the coach's desk.
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"So what's the problem, Ed? Bobby get some gal pregnant?"
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Ed shook his head. Big and burly himself, the owner of the largest
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construction company in town looked extremely puzzled. "Mind if I
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light up this stogie?" he asked, holding up a fat cigar. The coach
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nodded, indicating that it was alright.
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"I kinda wish that was the problem, coach. Bobby's been acting, well,
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funny lately."
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"Must be pretty bad, Ed. Whaddaya mean, 'funny'?" said the coach.
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"Coach, I'm gonna be honest with ya. Since I've been divorced the last
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five years and the business has been boomin', I just ain't had much
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time for the kid. I don't know where I done wrong." Ed Sawyer
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continued shaking his head.
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"Dammit, Ed....get to the point. What's been going on with Bobby?" The
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coach was beginning to get impatient.
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"Well, the other day, I was takin' a shower after I got home from
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work. I didn't put no shorts on or nothin', ya know...I've always been
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kinda casual around the house...anyways, I went to the kitchen to get a
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beer and Bobby was watchin' the TV in the living room when I passed
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through. He stared at my fuckin' crotch, coach! He denies it, but I
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seen it! I think my son is a fuckin' queer!"
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Now it was Coach Johnson's turn to shake his head in disbelief. Bobby
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Sawyer would be the last for him to suspect as being a queer.
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"What am I gonna fuckin' do, coach?"
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"I dunno, Ed. It's pretty damn obvious that there needs to be a little
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bit more discipline in the kid's life. When was the last time you
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taught him a good lesson? Spanked him?" His eyes wandered to the big
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paddle on the wall marked COACH.
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"Shit, he's 17 now...hell, I guess it's been about three years now."
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"THREE YEARS!" exclaimed the coach. "No fucking wonder he's turning
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queer. He needs an old-fashioned walloping, that's what he needs. Let
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me call him off the field. We'll take care of him right here and
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now!" With that, the coach left Bobby's father in his office and
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marched to the edge of the practice field.
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"SAWYER. In my office. On the double!" he barked. "NOWWW!"
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Bobby ran to the coach's office with a bewildered look his face. He
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was scared. No one got called into the coach's office unless it was to
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be disciplined...and big football players had walked out afterwards
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reduced to tears. Bobby was not looking forward to that experience.
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"Dad!" Bobby exclaimed, when he saw his father in Coach Johnson's
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office. "What are you ---"
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"Shuddup, Sawyer!" the coach barked. "Get down and do twenty pushups,
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and count'em out!"
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Bobby immediately obeyed the massive, hairy coach. "One, two..."
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"Louder!"
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"Five...six..." Bobby continued, a little louder.
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"I can't hear you!" the burly coach said in a sing-song voice.
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The boy continued doing pushups and counted them out as loud as he
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could. Finally, he was finished and looked at the coach for further
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instruction.
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"OK, Bobby. Stand here by my desk. I gotta ask ya a few questions,
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and I don't want no fuckin' smart-alecky answers. Understand?"
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"Yes sir!"
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"Your dad is concerned about you. Says you been checkin' out his
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pecker. That true?"
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Bobby looked at the floor and remained silent.
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"ANSWER ME, GODDAMMMIT!"
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"Y-y-y-e-ssssir," the boy stammered, clearly embarrassed.
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"Are you a queer, boy?"
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"I gggguess I am, coach. I can't help it. Dad walks aroun' the house
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all nekkid and stuff, and, well...it gets my pecker hard."
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"Ed, looks like you were right. Well, sorry if I doubted you for a
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minute. Hey, look at the kid. He's gettin' hard with all this talk
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about dick!"
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Ed looked at his son, wearing only a gray workout shirt and shorts with
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a jock, and football cleats. The bulge was getting pretty evident even
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though it was half protected by the jockstrap. "Yeah, you're right,
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coach. He's fuckin' turned on by dick!"
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"Ed," said the coach. "What say we give him a little of what he
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wants? That way, it could help him to decide if he really wants dick
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after all?"
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Mr. Sawyer agreed. "Sounds like a winner to me, coach. You're the
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coach, and you've had ta deal with these kinda problems before."
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"Bobby, take off your clothes and get down on your knees. You're gonna
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get a closer look on what you've been wantin' here lately," said the
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powerfully built coach.
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Bobby didn't waste any time. As he got undressed, the men shucked off
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their excess clothing. The coach down to his jock, and Bobby's dad
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down to his boxer shorts.
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Ed puffed on his cigar and looked at his son. He was really wanting
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this, he could tell. OK, thought Ed. He's gonna find out for sure if
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he wants it now.
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Bobby got down on his knees in front of the men and couldn't believe
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what he was seeing in front of him...his dad and his football coach,
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nearly naked...his dick immediately grew all the way hard and stood up
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on its own.
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"Ed, you go first. Bobby, reach into your father's shorts and pull out
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that pecker."
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Bobby wasted no time diving in the open fly of his father's boxers and
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feeling for the huge cock that he had seen many times. He felt the
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massive length of the huge, thick uncut cock and pulled it through the
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hole.
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"Damn, Ed," said the coach. I didn't know you were related to a
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fuckin' horse!", the coach joked. "Yeah, the ladies don't complain at
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all, coach," Mr. Sawyer laughed.
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"Bobby, start sucking on your dad. Pull back the foreskin on his dick
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and lick around on the head for a minute. That's good. That-a boy.
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Lick your father's purple dickhead. That's it. Make him feel good!"
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The coach was getting excited. He'd done this many times, but never
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with the kid's dad around!
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Ed Sawyer groaned and involuntarily started grabbed the kid's ears and
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began a humping motion with his hips. "Damn, son...if I'd a known you
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were this fuckin' good, I mighta let you suck me some at home!"
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Bobby thrilled at his dad's words and started putting the massive
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dickhead all the way in his mouth. This was really getting the kid
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turned on, and his own cock was leaking precum already. He caught a
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glimpse of the coach out of the corner of his eye. The coach's cock
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was every bit as big as his dad's! He watched the coach's big balls
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swaying slowly as he jacked his cock while watching Bobby suck his
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father off.
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"Start taking more in your mouth. Gotta learn ya good, boy. Do like
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you're gonna yawn real big, that'll let you start taking it down your
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throat. How's it feelin', Ed? He doin' ok?"
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"Damn, I ain't had a good blowjob in a long time. He's doin' great!"
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Bobby started to gag, and his father pulled out some and waited. Then,
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he got the rhythm started again and he got used to more cock down his
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throat until he had taken nearly all of the huge root.
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As Bobby continued sucking his burly dad, the coach got an idea. He
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reached for the paddle on the wall, and walked towards the sucking
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boy. "Ed, we still gotta give him that spanking. He's overdue, ya
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know."
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Mr. Sawyer was in no position to object, with all eight and a half
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thick inches of his cock down his son's throat. "Go ahead...do what ya
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gotta do, coach." He continued the obscene thrusting without further
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ado.
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"Bobby, I'm gonna whack ya, but it's for your own fuckin' good," the
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coach leered. He watched the boy's muscular butt tremble. But Bobby
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would not stop sucking.
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"WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!" the coach beat the boy's
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butt until it was beet red, about forty times in all. Bobby was
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clearly hurting, but he didn't miss a stroke as he continued gobbling
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his dad's big dick. The coach reached for the KY jelly and stuck some
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in the boy's crack, lubing it up for his cock. "Now, I'm gonna fuck
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your little chicken ass, boy. Get ready for a butt-fuckin' you'll
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never forget!"
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The coach slapped more jelly on his huge cock, then placed the cockhead
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next to the boy's tight sphincter and pushed. "Damn, Ed. He's done
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this before. He ain't even cherry!"
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Ed Sawyer watched in disbelief as Coach Johnson's huge manmeat invaded
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his son's asshole.
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"It's still tight, though! Damn, I think he knows what he's doin'!"
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The coach watched the boy push back with his ass, and soon he had all
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the coach's thick inches up his tail. Bobby started wiggling his ass
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to meet the coach's thrusts, jacking his own cock, and sucking his
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dad's cock. It was getting to be too much, and all three of them were
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getting close to cumming.
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"Coach! Shit!!! He's makin' me shoot my load!!! AW SHIT!!!! He's
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makin' me...shooo....SHIIIIIIIIIIIITTT! AAAAGH!" Ed bucked his hips
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hard, shoved his cock all the way down his son's throat and shot jet
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after jet of thick jism. The huge dickhead was buried and Bobby could
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feel it pulse as each cumshot escaped from the tip buried in his
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teenage throat.
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"Damn!!! ED!!! ME FUCKIN' TOO!", the coach exclaimed, his breathing
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ragged. "Fuckin' shit, yeah! UP YOUR BUTT, KID! YOUR FUCKIN' BUTT!"
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The coach shoved his cock all the way in and out on the last few
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strokes and smacked the boy's asscheeks as his powerful orgasm
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approached. "YEAH! RIGHT FUCKIN NOW! GODDDAMMM!!!" The coach busted
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his balls and shot so much cum that it ran out of the boy's ass and
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down his legs. Just then, Bobby's cock erupted and he experienced his
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own orgasm.
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"Well, Ed...I think this is gonna improve your home life from now on.
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Need any more discipline, let me know!", Coach Johnson said. He mussed
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Bobby's head with his hand and they all laughed. "The team's already
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gone and so has everyone else. Let's all hit the shower and get
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cleaned up!"
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The men headed towards the shower room.
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THE END
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