Date: Mon, 03 Nov 2003 17:12:24 -0800 From: Joe Webster Subject: Sam's Delight Part 1 Adult/Youth SAM'S DELIGHT It was a forest. But not like a forest of trees. Oh no, this was a forest of legs, hairy legs, bare legs, powerful legs, straight legs. You think of the type of legs and it was probably there. And, between each leg there hung a hard cock, the balls dangling below them. Suddenly, some of the cocks were spurting, shooting their cum at the face watching them. The streaks from them covering that face, a few shoved into the mouth of the face as strong hands held that face still. Suddenly, a strident call broke through the forest - "SAM, SAM, GET UP SAM, YOU HAVE TO GET TO SCHOOL!! SAM, SAM!!" Sam, the boy, almost a man, 17 years old wrapped up in the covers of his bed like a cocoon. He struggled to awaken from the wild dream and shouted, "I"m up Mom, I"m up!!" He rolled to a sitting position on the edge of his bed. He looked down, his seven inch cock, hard, demanding, sticking up between his nicely muscled thighs. Not too hairy, but shaped from all the running and jumping he did. You see, Sam was a basketball star, at least that was the persona he gave out to those around him and at school. Deep down though, it was a different Sam that caused his cock to throb and seem to get harder. No, it wasn't a morning piss hard, though that was probably part of it. Mostly, it was the vivid recollection of that dream. The one he seemed to have every so often. He looked over at the clock and realized he had about a half hour before he had to be out of the house. He got up went into his bathroom and pissing, he stared at himself in the long mirror over the back of the counter behind the commode. Yeah, he was nice looking, almost pretty in a way. His chest was not hairy, though there were a few hairs around his big quarter sized nipples. Down lower, from his bellybutton, a dark trail of hair led down to the heavy bush around his pissing cock. For Sam, he hated staring at himself. Not that he hated the way he looked. No, it was that it seemed to keep attracting the girls at school and he had to hide what he really was attracted too. As he stared at the image in the mirror, his mind threw up the image of his coach, Jack Carpenter. Now there was a MAN. Dark haired, strong jawed, tall, like most former basketball players were. Wide shoulders tapering down to a slip waist, muscular thighs and calves, covered in that same dark hair. During his high school basketball career, Sam had seen Jack Carpenter near nude and naked and he knew every part of the man's body. Well, not really knew them, just could picture them. He lusted after the man, knew he did, wanted him so much it ached. What he wanted form the Coach though, was to have the big stud toss him on his belly, grasp his hips and drive his nine inch cock deep up inside him. He ached to feel that big cock of the Coach's plowing into his hungry pussy. Oh and it was hungry, so hungry! You see Sam, was a slut. Oh, maybe not that too many men knew that, but Sam knew it. Felt it, begged to have someone release it for him! Sam wanted to be taken by men, many men. Just to feel the different hard cocks plowing into him, pumping, forcing him to take them deep inside his body. To feel the strong hands on his head as they forced the big dicks down into his hungry sucking mouth, to feed him what he wanted, cum, cum, and maybe some piss, but mostly CUM! That thought had Sam grasping his throbbing cock, even though it was still pissing, as he began to stroke it. Harder, faster, the piss stopping now, though his hand was covered in it. He drew the fingers to his gasping mouth, sucking on them, tasting his own piss, wishing it was another person's, a man's! Sam jerked his cock as the fantasy wove its way through his head, driving him on till, just before the urgent knock came at the door, his cock shot. A long arc of cum, shooting from the pee hole of his cock, to streak the mirror, covering part of his body in the image in it. Sam shouted, breathlessly, "Yeah!? What do you want!?" He heard his dad's strong voice say, "Better hurry up bucko! Got a busy day today and you know you told the Coach you'd be at the gym early!" Sam muttered under his breath, 'Shit,' as he responded, "Be right out dad. Almost done!" Sam got out and slid into his clothes and tore down the stairs. His dad was already at the door as he slogged down a glass of orange juice. He grabbed his books off the counter, kissed his mom, saying, "Bye mom," and he tore out the door to catch up to his dad. He got in his dad's truck as the old man had just started it up. His dad laughed at him as he sat there breathing hard. His dad asked, "Running a little late soldier? Or did you dream something that got you too excited!?" Sam blushed and said, "Aw Dad." His dad laughed and slapped him good naturedly on the shoulder. They headed down towards Sam's school, his dad talking all the while. Sam, well his mind was on something else. That is till his dad slapped him on the shoulder and he jerked and asked, "What?" His dad said, "I asked if you were going to take that Snyder girl to the dance next week dummy." Sam hated it when his dad or mom quizzed him about the girls he was going with. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Janey hasn't told me yes or no." His dad said, "Well, there are others that I know would love to date a stud like you son. All the ones you have taken out sure must enjoy being with you cause they always call afterwards." Sam blushed again and said, "Aw Dad, they don't all call." His dad laughed and said, "Well the ones that I've found that looked really hot sure do!" Sam said, "Well, most of them are just, well, they aren't my type dad. Too many frilly things and just, well, just want more than I want to give them!" His dad looked at his son for second, and, for a fleeting moment the thought that his son might be gay passed through his head. He slapped Sam on the shoulder and said, "Well, it will happen big guy. Besides, I didn't marry your mom until I was 22." Sam looked at his dad and thought, shit mom was lucky to have married you! That thought had him blushing and he turned his head to look out the window. A few minutes later, his dad pulled the truck into the lot near to the gym. He stopped and said, "Go get 'em tiger. You want me to pick you up after practice tonight?" Sam shook his head and said, "Uh, no, thanks dad, but one of the guys will bring me home. Besides, will give you a little more time with mom before I get home. You old horn dog!" His dad shouted, "Why you little shit!" He laughed as Sam tore out of the truck laughing and waving. Again, as he watched his son walk to the door of the lockers, he wondered, there's something about Sam lately that's different. In fact, for the last couple of years he had noticed some things that just didn't seem to fit right. He looked up as Sam waved from the door, going inside, and his dad thought, 'oh well, he'll tell me when its right, always has!' He drove out of the parking lot and headed for work, his mind on other things. As for Sam, he pushed opened the door to the lockers, a little hesitant as he knew nobody but him and the coach would be there. It was just after six and nobody got to school until around eight thirty any ways. For the umpteenth time he wondered why the Coach had told him to be early that morning. "Oh well," Sam thought, "here goes." He walked in and headed past the lockers and the equipment cage and turned to the doors marked offices. He walked in and down the short hall to Coach Carpenters Office. He knocked and that deep voice said, "Come on in Sam." He pushed opened the door and stopped. The Coach was standing there, naked, drying his hair and Sam just stared at that luscious manly body. He felt his cock harden and quickly put his books in front of it to hide it. The Coach motioned towards a chair and said, "Sit." Sam sat down and the Coach lowered the towel and grabbed for a pair of shorts. As he slid into them, he asked, "Guess you were wondering why I asked you here so early Sam?" Sam said, "Yes sir. You've never asked me to come before school before." Coach chuckled and said, "Well, what I have to tell you is just between you and me Sam. And, if things go the way I want them, I think you'll like it." He stared into Sam's eyes when he said that, giving me Sam a strange feeling in his guy. The Coach pulled a chair around and sat right in front of Sam. As he did, he leaned back, spreading his legs and Sam held his breath as he took in the powerful body of the man before him. His dark hair matted chest, the way the hair made a nice wide swath over his belly and down to the tops of the shorts. The mound in the shorts, that given the position he was in, made it look even larger. The Coach caught Sam looking at him and a ghost of a smile passed over his lips. He thought, 'Yeah, this is one hot number for sure. Maybe this is going to be better than I thought." He lowered his arms and cupped his hands in his crotch, watching as Sam looked down at them and quickly back up to his face. He said, "Sam. You know that you are one of the best players on the team. Hell, if it hadn't been for you, I know we wouldn't have the kind of record we have! As it is, it looks like we may well go to all conference this year." Sam looked at the Coach and said, "Uh, well, the guys are a great team Coach." The Coach nodded and said, "Yeah, they are, but with you playing with them it seems that they are a more cohesive team than they were last year. Wonder why that is Sam?" Sam shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't know Coach. Guess we just play harder." When he said 'harder,' his eyes jerked down to the crotch of the Coach's shorts. The Coach's hand was rubbing himself and Sam was a little shocked. The Coach stood up and stood close to Sam as he said, "Well, that's one of the things I need to talk to you about. But first. You see, there's going to be a University scout here today, and, he wants to talk to you." Sam gasped and asked, "To me Coach!?" The Coach moved to stand up and moved a little closer to Sam, his crotch showing the growing bulge in them. He said, "Yeah, he's a friend of mine and he's in town for tonight and tomorrow, Saturday. He offered to see you, talk to you, and well, see if you like what he can offer you." Sam was stunned and excited about what the Coach was telling him, but his eyes kept staring at the growing mound in front of him. The Coach said, "Now, I want you to talk to him, get to know him, do what he wants you too, so you can make up your mind about where you want to go." Sam gulped, his eyes liked on the growing mound and said, "I'll do anything you say Coach, anything!?" The Coach chuckled and said, "Good, now for the second part Sam. You know, ever since I've known you, I've had a strange suspicion about you." Sam's head jerked up and he asked, stammering, "Uh, what, what, do, uh, you mean, uh, what kind of suspicion Coach?" The Coach smiled down at him and there was a look in his eyes that Sam had never seen. The Coach put his hands on his own chest and slid them down, making sure that Sam was watching. He slid them to his shorts, hesitated, not sure if he was seeing what he thought, but then, shoved his hands into them. He pushed the shorts down, exposing his manly crotch, and the rising cock between his legs. He said, sort of huskily, "I think you want this Sam. I think you've been dying to feel it, smell it, taste it even. Am I right Sam? Is this what you're really interested in baby!?" The word 'baby,' caught Sam off guard as he stared at the towering manhood not six inches from his face. It was at least 8 maybe nine inches long and curved upward from the forest of dark hair surrounding its base. Below it hung the big balls, covered in dark hairs that he had always fantasized would hang there. He gulped and looked up at the Coach and whimpered a little, as the Coach reached out and grabbed his chin. He pulled Sam off the chair by his chin and said, "You know you want it Sam baby. There it is, all for you baby, hot, hard, aching to feel you play with it. And you do want to play with it, don't you Sam? I bet you want to do more than play, don't you little bitch boy!" Sam jerked like he had been touched by a live wire when the Coach called him a bitch. He stammered, "Uh, Coach, I, well, uh, uh, I, Coach." He looked up at the man towering over him as he was pushed to his knees. The Coach grasped his head and pulled it towards the towering flesh. He held it by the base as he began to trace the head all over the boys face. Sam whimpered and gasped as the man slapped his cock against his cheek. When he did it again, the Coach said, "Yeah, you've been wanting this big cock haven't you Sam boy? Been wanting to find out what it might be like to service it, right boy?" He jerked Sam's head up and held his cock along the bridge of the boys nose and said, "Now Sam, now, you get to taste it, feel it in your cocksucking mouth and you better do a good job faggot! Cause if you don't, well let's just say, I don't have to think about that for now. Now, open wide Sam boy, Daddy Jack wants to feed you!" Sam was still whimpering, being this close to one of his idols, one of his fantasy men, naked. He stared at the big cock coming towards him and knew, he couldn't refuse it, he wanted it too much. The Coach placed the head of his cock against the boys lips and said, "Open wide cocksucker! Daddy wants to fuck your mouth pussy bitch!" Sam groaned as the big dick began to slide between his lips. He tried to let his tongue play with it, but the man wanted him to do more. The Coach continued to slide the cock into Sam's mouth till it touched his throat. Sam was afraid to gag, even though the action of his body was telling him he would. He never got too much of a chance as the Coach continued his long slide into his mouth, down into his throat, filling it up, forcing the boy to take every inch. It wasn't till he had every inch stuffed into his ball players mouth, his heavy bush surrounding those sweet, red luscious lips of his cocksucker, that the Coach stopped. He held still, forcing the boy to learn quickly to breathe around the hard fuckstick as it impaled his face on it. He gulped, making the Coach moan and then, the big dick was slowly sliding back out. Sam gasped for breath around it, and, before the big cock could leave his mouth completely, drove his face down onto it completely again. The Coach's body jerked and he grasped the back of Sam's head and said, "Oh yeah, oh shit, take it all honey boy, take every hard fucking inch you faggot cocksucker! Take it!" Sam, for his part, barely heard the words the Coach was uttering, his mind and concentration was on the cock in his mouth. The Coach didn't even have to force the boy to suck on his cock. Shit, the cocksucker was bobbing his head up and down, little mewling sounds escaping his lips as he hungrily sucked on the hard shaft. The Coach pushed Sam's head back, jerking his cock from those red luscious lips and said, "Shit, you are a hungry cocksucker aren't you Sam baby!?" Sam licked his lips and said, "I want it Coach! I want it, please, please, let me have more of it Coach! Oh please Coach!?" Now Jack Carpenter was never one to turn down some body begging for his cock and he wasn't going to do it now. He lunged forward, burying every fucking inch of his cock into the cocksucking boy kneeling for it. He held Sam's head and proceeded to fuck his face. Slamming his cock fully, in and out of the hungry mouth, he fucked Sam's mouth like the pussy it was quickly becoming. Sam moaned and moaned, his hands sliding to his sides as he accepted and took that luscious man meat into him. This was what he had been dreaming about, a man, tall, dark and hairy, making him suck his cock, and maybe, just maybe other things. He surrendered to his true slut nature and began to work his mouth on the pumping hard shaft filling him. Again and again, his face was crushed into the hairy pubes and lower belly of this hard man feeding him and Sam just wanted it to go on and on. He looked up at the Coach and the Coach looked down, saying, "Yeah, you like that big dick in your mouth don't you faggot!? Little cocksucking slut aren't you bitch! Been watching you, heard a few rumors from some guys down at the Box Car about some high school stud bitch that put out one night for them. Was that you honey? Was it Sam? Did you take on about seven of those ugly fuckers one night!?" Sam was shocked, scared, and excited at the same time. His secret was out! Some one had talked, told about what he did at that guy Gary's house with those rough mother fuckers! He tried to pull off the Coach's cock, but the Coach chuckled and said, "Don't worry honey, don't worry! Not too many people know about what you did! Gary's an old friend of mine and when he told me about the hot young thing that went home with him and a few of his buddies, I just added it up. Could be only one hot little fag boy that was almost six feet, dark hair, bubble butt and the mole on his left eyebrow." The Coach laughed as he pushed his big hard cock back down Sam's throat. Sam was in turmoil! What if others knew about his secret? How was he going to protect himself? All these thoughts were going through his head at the same time. And, while he thought this, his mouth was being stuffed again and again by that big Coach cock. This fact, got his mind to concentrating on what he was doing, where he was at. He moaned real deep on the penetrating cock and sucked harder, not caring as that delicious meat was fed to him. He stroked the Coach's hairy thighs and when the Coach pushed his cock down into his throat, Sam reached around and held onto the Coach's ass. He didn't want that big dick to leave his mouth, not ever!" The Coach moved back a bit and then, said, "On all fours Sam baby! Yeah, like that. Keep your head up. Gary told me you really liked having a stud do this!!" With that, the Coach grasped his head tightly and began to fuck Sam's mouth harder and faster. Sam just gave into the submission to these big stud and his big stud cock. Sam was almost in that place he had dreamed about, between some studs legs, servicing his cock, submitting to him. The Coach, for his part, was even more amazed at how hungrily his cocksucker was working for his man meat. He pulled his cock out till it was just at the tip of Sam's mouth and then plunged it back into the hungry cunt mouth. Sam moaned each time the Coach did this and squeezed harder on the powerful butt cheeks of the man feeding him. Then, the Coach grasped his head even harder and shouted, "Cummming Bitch Boy! OH shit, cummming in that hot cocksucking mouth of yours baby! Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, take it, uh, take, uh, it cocksucker!!!!!" With that, he jammed his cock deep into Sam's throat and blasted his load down the cocksuckers throat. Sam was working his mouth overtime to get more of the big meat and the hot cream shooting from it. The Coach pulled back a bit, allowing Sam to taste the man's cum, to run his tongue around and around the spurting cockhead, teasing it for more. Then, when the cock stopped shooting, the Coach drew it slowly out from his lips. He stood there, over Sam, as Sam looked up at him, like he was worshipping his god. The Coach backed up and went over to the desk. He pulled open a drawer and took a tube out. He opened it and laved the clear gel on his cock, till it was shiny and the veins seemed to be popping out. He snapped his fingers and said, "Get that ass over here Sam! Time to really give you what you want baby!" Sam, as if in his dream, crawled over to the Coach and knelt on all fours for the man. He wiggled his butt and the Coach slapped it and said, "Easy honey, easy. Gonna fill that cute butt with this big dick of mine and take you to heaven." Sam groaned and shivered in want and need, as he watched the Coach working on his cock. Then, the Coach said, "Over the desk faggot! Spread them bitch legs and let me see that boy pussy of yours!" Sam rose up, pushing papers off the desk as he did as he was told. He leaned way over the desk, his arms holding onto the sides and spread his legs wide. He even managed to get his feet raised a bit, which made his ass spread even wider. The Coach came around and slapped his butt and said, "Eager for this aren't you fucker! Well, ole' Jack will give it to you honey! Yeah, and deep and just the way you want it too!" Sam shivered, anxious for what was about to happen, eager to let it happen, his mind on only one thing, the Coach's cock inside him. He moved his hands from the side of the desk and managed to lift and spread his eager ass even more. The Coach laughed and slapped his ass a few times, which only whetted Sam's appetite for being fucked. The Coach moved up to the wide spread boy and stroked the head of his cock up and down the hot man trench. Sam moaned, arching his back more as he felt that hot dickhead scraping over his rosebud. He couldn't control it as his ass hole began to open and close, eager for what was to come. He didn't have long to wait either. The Coach slid a hand up the sweating, heaving back of the boy and grasped him by the shoulder. He asked, "Ready for this baby!? Want this Sam boy? Do you baby, do you!?" Sam turned his head and as he did, he could see himself in the mirror on the wall. His legs spread wide, his ass arched up into the air like an offering, and, the man that was going to take that offering and make it his own, standing there stroking his big hard shaft. He gasped out, almost crying in need, "Yes, yes, oh Coach, yes, take me Coach, oh please, yes, I want it, I want it, please, give it to me Coach! Oh Coach, please!" The Coach laughed, hearing and seeing the longing, the want of the boy to be bred and he moved his cock to the tight pulsating ring. He didn't even go in slow, just crammed that big cock of his deep up into the boy's hole. The boy, Sam, screamed out in hurt, pleasure, all wrapped into one, as the Coach ground his hairy pubes into the trench of the boys' ass. He pulled back and began to do rabbit hunches in and out of the tight, wet, hungry hole. He held onto Sam like that for the longest time s he began to fuck him. For Sam, it was a dream come true and he didn't care about anything at that point. Cared only that a hard cock was inside him, stroking him, his body. In and out, powerful pumps of the Coaches well muscled thighs as he used them to make sure the boy felt every inch of his cock up inside him. Sam moaned and his head lolled over the side of the desk, submitting, letting the man use him the way he wanted. The Coach watched as he saw his star athlete work his ass like some common whore. He knew he had one hot property under him right then and his mind was already planning for something special for the pussy cunt. He slapped at Sam's wide spread thighs and shouted, "Milk it bitch! Milk my cum with that ass pussy bitch! Yeah, squeeze my dick bitch, work that pussy you faggot cunt slag! Work it slut bitch, work for that cock!!" Sam just did as he was told, never caring, only wanting, getting what he had fantasized for so long, that big Coach cock inside him. The Coach began to pull out till just the cockhead was inside Sam and then, slam into the hot tight ass over and over. Sam was almost going crazy, his body reacted by pushing back at the throbbing invader. His back arched in an undulating spasmodic hump as the big dick was forced inside him deeply. He had been fucked before, but this man, the Coach was fucking him powerfully, drawing out the hunger and need he had for being dominated. He lifted his head and almost howled his pleasure as the Coach grasped him by one hand. The Coach, gasped, "Yes, uh, yes, yes, take it you fucking bitch cunt, uh, uh, yes, yes, take it all! You want to be fucked boy, you're getting fucked! Tell me you love it slut bitch cunt! Tell me, beg me for more cocksucker!!" Then, without knowing why, as though he was hearing from some one else, Sam shouted, "YES, YES, FUCK ME COACH! OH COACH, SO GOOD, SO BIG, SO HARD, DO IT, DO IT, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" His cries were drawn out as just then, without being able to control it, his body reacted to the wild fucking he was receiving. He felt his balls, so tight up against the base of his cock, his ass spasming in wild abandon on the invading conqueror, and then, the Coach, jerking him up to hold him against his chest. When he felt the Coach's hard hairy body against his sweating back, he screamed out, an animal like shout as his cock shot clear across the desk in front of him. The Coach, feeling the boy's tight hole spasming, watching the cum shoot from his cock, laughed in the boy's ear, shouting, "YES, YES, YES, CUM YOU BITCH CUNT! SHOOT THAT CREAM YOU FUCKING SLAG WHORE! SHOOT IT BITCH!!!" Sam shot again, another arching ropey strand of cum from the head of his cock that almost knocked him out from the power of it. Then, his cock just spasmed as he thrust his body back at the powerful man using, taking him. The Coach, pushed him down onto the desk and held him there with his body on the boys', his hips driving his cock still in and out of him. Then, even for the Coach the excitement, the heat, the exhilaration of being able to fuck the one ass he had lusted over for so long, was too much. He drove that big fuck stick so far up Sam's ass hole, that Sam's eyes widen and he groaned, never having felt a cock that far up inside him. He shivered, shook, as the mighty weapon shot and shot, pouring its love juice into his abused and battered love canal. Then, the Coach lay on top of him, tightly holding him as his own body spasmed from the wild fuck he had just had. No fuck that he could remember ever made him feel so alive, so wild, so powerful! This was an ass that was made to be fucked and it knew how to please, the Coach thought as he felt the boys ass spasm and squeeze on his cock. They lay together like that for a while, the boy, covered by the big powerful hairy stud, the man, enjoying the feel of the boy under him. The feel of the boy's sweet ass hole, as it gently milked at his still hard cock. The Coach was breathing into the boys ear, licking at it and the sweat off the side of the boys face. As for Sam, he couldn't tell you how wonderful he felt right then. His mind was in so much turmoil as he realized, this was what he was made for! This is what he had craved, wanted, cried at night in sleep for. To be used by a man, any man, to be taken completely, to surrender to him. And, as though some switch had been thrown in his head, to surrender to any man that wanted him! The Coach lifted slowly just then, pulling his softening cock out of the tight hot boy hole it had just fucked. As he did, he almost jerked as Sam slid off the table, to his knees. He looked up at the Coach and then, slid his mouth onto the man's cock. The Coach, usually sensitive after he came, didn't even pull back as the young stud gently, with mouth and lips and tongue, cleaned the big dick till he let it fall from his mouth. Sam knelt there, silent, staring up at his Coach as the Coach moved back and tossed him a towel. Sam took it and began to wipe at his cum stains and the sweat on his body. The Coach pulled him by the arm and said, "Come with me bitch!" Sam, shakily, got to his feet and submissively followed the Coach. The Coach led him to the Coach's shower and pushed him in. He adjusted the water and said, "Kneel cunt." Sam did and the Coach used the spray to wash it over the boy. Then, just before giving him the soap, said, "Open your mouth slut!" Sam did it willingly and the Coach moved his semi soft cock into the boys mouth. Immediately, he began to piss, filling the boys mouth with his pungent nectar. He ordered, "Swallow it you fucking whore!" Sam obediently swallowed the flowing stream, keeping his mouth on the man's cock even after it stopped pissing. The Coach pulled his cock from Sam's mouth and said, "Get yourself cleaned up bitch. You look like a used whore!" The Coach strolled out of the shower and left Sam to clean himself. The boy did and when he finished, he came out to the office. The Coach was sitting at his desk, his legs spread, one foot on an open drawer, the other over the arm of his chair. He pointed between his legs and said, "Down you fucking bitch! Here, where you belong, between my legs faggot!" Sam did it eagerly and looked up at the Coach. The Coach looked down at him and lazily stroked the boys chest with his foot. He asked, "Now, what am I gonna do with a faggot slut like you Sam? I could keep you here like this, ready to service my cock, and I know you want to do that, don't you honey?" Sam nodded and gasped, "Oh yes Coach, I do, I do!" The Coach laughed and pinched at Sam's left nipple with a couple of toes and said, "But that wouldn't be enough for you would it whore? You need more cock don't you!? You crave it, want it, don't care how many put it to you, just so its cock! Right Bitch!" He wrapped his leg around the boys head and pulled his face into his crotch, as Sam tried to say, 'yes,' but it was smothered in the Coach's hairy crotch and alls. The Coach said, "So, here's how its gonna be Sam. Today, tonight and tomorrow, you are going to go with the University scout. Then, on Saturday, he's going to bring you to my house. On Saturday, I'm gonna make sure that your dreams come true honey! Would you like that Sam? Want to have a bunch of men using your mouth and ass as their toy, fucking you, filling you with big dick! With cum, piss, and doing it to you any way they want too! You would like that, wouldn't you pussy boy!?" Sam was shocked, but the thought of what the Coach was saying was so imbedded in his head, he gasped, "Yes Coach, yes, I want that Coach! Please can I Coach, can I go and be used Coach!?" The Coach just laughed and pushed at Sam's chest, making him sprawl on the floor between his heavy thighs. He said, "You bet whore! Wouldn't want to miss it for the world! Oh, and after you meet the scout, don't worry about your folks, I'll take care of it with your dad. I don't think he'd be too worried about his son being wined and dined by a major scout. Too bad he don't know that his hunky son is going to put out like a whore for the scout, but that's just sauce for the goose baby! Now, get the fuck out of here and get ready for classes."