Chapter 1: Introduction
The wind carried a hint of autumn as it tumbled through the trees, a soft moan with each breath as it slipped into the old football stadium nestled along the back of Sutton's Ridge High. Players from all over the county had traveled to prove themselves to Coach Smith, to convince him that they had what it took to earn a spot on the team.
Walking out onto the field, the coach noted graying wisps of hair dappling his vision, wondering why the hell he even still bothered to keep up this fucking charade.
He was pushing seventy – way past retirement age. But he couldn't help it. There was just something about those Saturday afternoons under the hot sun, rallying a team towards another win, a victory stamped into the field beneath their determined feet.
"Attention!"
Coach Smith didn't need to raise his voice more than normal; everyone went still, eyes and bodies naturally drawn to the command. He noticed the newbie, Jake Johnson, out of the corner of his eye.
"Let me get this straight," Jake interrupted. "You want us to let you fuck us?"
A few of the players-the younger ones-winced at the raw language spoken in such a public setting, but most of them knew that that was just the type of locker room talk that Coach Smith encouraged. As much of a hard ass that he was, Coach always believed that treating the players like adults would bring about the most growth.
"You are all young men, and you should not shy away from your masculinity," Coach Smith replied smoothly, staring at Jake for just a moment too long. “this is what i expect from my team. If you want to be apart of this team next year, you need to earn it. I will be ranking you all by how well you do so give it your all.”
the team exchanged looks, clearly not sure what to make of this. Trey, a scrawny white boy, raised his hand.
“our position on the team is based solely on how good we are in bed?”
“exactly.” Coach replied, reaching down to unbutton his pants. His old cock had age spots on it but it was still as hard and thick as Ever.
It twitched as he pulled it out, his team's intake of breath palpable. Jake's eyes were drawn to it naturally, a feeling of dread blooming in his chest as the coach began to stroke himself.
"This is how you earn your place in my team. I am going to judge you by how well you take me. I suggest you open your mouths and get ready."
Jake felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine. Was he really asking these boys to...?
He glanced around, sizing up his teammates.
Trey was the first to kneel before the coach and open his mouth. Coach Smith, without a word, grabbed Trey's head and rammed his cock into the boy's awaiting mouth. Trey gagged, but Coach Smith didn't let up. He started fucking Trey's face, his hips moving at a steady pace, his old balls slapping against Trey's chin.
The sound of wet, sloppy sucking filled the air. Trey's eyes watered, but he took it like a champ, his hands gripping onto Coach Smith's thighs for support. The coach grunted, his grip tightening on Trey's head, his movements becoming more erratic.
"Fuck, yeah, take it, you little bitch," he growled, his voice gravelly with lust. Trey's eyes fluttered closed, tears streaming down his cheeks. The coach used his free hand to wipe them away, smearing saliva and snot across Trey's face. "Open your eyes, boy. I want you to watch me fuck your face."
Jake watched, feeling a mix of disgust and curiosity. He couldn't deny the sight of Trey being used like that was stirring something within him. His own cock was stirring in his pants, betraying his anger and revulsion.
Jake couldn't believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling. He was supposed to be here to play football, not... not this.
Yet, as Coach Smith pulled Trey off his cock, leaving the boy gasping and dripping spit, Jake could feel the pulse of his own dick, eager for its turn. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't deny the heat building in his groin.
"Next," Coach Smith barked, wiping Trey's saliva off his cock with a handkerchief.
Jake shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing erection. He caught sight of a few other players adjusting themselves as well, their faces flushed with the same confusing mix of emotions.
A few kids hesitated, looking around nervously. Jake saw his chance. If he didn't do something, he'd be next, and he wasn't sure he could keep his cool.
Jake swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't want to do this, to give in to the coach's twisted demands. But he also knew that if he refused, his chances of making the team were slim to none.
Jake stepped forward, his eyes locked onto the coach's. He wouldn't kneel, wouldn't show submissiveness. But he would take what was dished out, prove that he could handle it.
Coach Smith smirked, seeming to understand Jake's silent defiance. "Feisty one, aren't you?" he said, grabbing Jake's chin roughly.
"I like that. Let's see if you can keep that fire burning while you've got my cock down your throat."
Jake's jaw clenched, but he didn't pull away. He could feel the coach's rough callouses scraping against his skin, smell the faint scent of sweat and old spice that clung to the man. It was fucking disgusting, and yet, Jake's body responded, his cock throbbing in his pants.
Coach Smith released Jake's chin, using that hand to grip his own cock instead. He was hard again, the old bastard, his cock standing at attention like a fucking soldier.
Jake tried to keep his eyes on the coach's face, but they were drawn to the thick, veiny shaft, the purplish head glistening with pre-cum. He wondered what it would taste like, if it would be salty or bitter, and immediately hated himself for even thinking about it.
"Open up, Johnson," Coach Smith commanded, his voice gruff. Jake hesitated, then parted his lips, his tongue pressing against his bottom teeth. The coach didn't wait for him to be ready; he grabbed Jake's head and forced his cock into his mouth.
Jake gagged, his throat clenching around the intrusion as the coach's thick shaft hit the back of his throat. He could taste the coach's pre-cum, salty and bitter, and he fought the urge to retch.
"Relax your throat, Johnson," Coach Smith growled, his fingers tangling in Jake's hair, pulling him closer. "Take it like a man."
Jake tried to focus on breathing through his nose, his eyes watering as the coach began to move, fucking his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
He could feel every vein, every ridge of the coach's cock as it slid in and out, his saliva coating it, making it slick and wet.
"Fuck, you've got a tight little mouth, Johnson," Coach Smith panted, his grip on Jake's hair tightening. "I bet your ass is just as tight. I can't wait to stretch it out, make you scream."
Jake's body tensed at the threat, but Coach Smith just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into Jake's mouth.
"Oh, you like that idea, don't you?
Your body's reacting like it does," Coach Smith taunted, noticing the bulge in Jake's pants. "You're fucking hard, Johnson. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Jake glared up at him, his mouth still stuffed full of cock. He refused to answer, refused to give the coach the satisfaction of knowing he was right. But his body betrayed him, his cock throbbing in time with the coach's thrusts.
Coach Smith smirked, pulling out of Jake's mouth with a wet pop. "On your knees, Johnson.
Hands behind your back," Coach Smith ordered, his voice harsh. Jake hesitated, then complied, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the cool grass beneath his knees, the rough texture of the coach's hands as they gripped his wrists, binding them together with what felt like a rope. The coach was quick, efficient, and Jake could feel the fibers cutting into his skin as he tested the bonds.
"Comfortable?" Coach Smith asked, a mocking edge to his voice. Jake glared up at him, but the coach just laughed. "Good.