Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2005 15:34:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Married Bryan part 5 (authoritarian)

Coach Leather smiled. This was working out better than
he planned. He hadn't seen any of the fathers before
they came up the stairwell, but what he saw of them,
he smiled.
The 6'2", 212-pound former high school and college
sports star that was coaching football across the
river was now the willing fuck-toy of some of his
players' fathers. Of course, some of the fathers were
sucking dick and taking it up the ass, too.
Married Bryan was starting to recognize the voices as
names were used and he realized who had dicks up his
ass and down his throat. This could change things at
school if any of the fathers wanted to make any issue
of anything.

Two hours later, the 6 men lay spent in Coach
Leather's apartment.
Bryan still wore his blindfold, unable to remove it by
command of his owner.
"Gentlemen, I appreciate you coming over and getting
to know yer boys' coach better," Coach L began. "I'm
sure you all appreciate he'll never touch yer sons.
Besides being illegal, it's unethical.
"There is a reason I contacted you men, though. Each
of your sons has shown an interest in men. While
apparently everyone knows about Ralph's sons, I'm sure
not everybody knows about these 3 boys."
Coach L turned his monitor on and the images of
Larry's, Mike's and Tony's sons came into view.
"Now, it's my understanding these young men are legal,
and from my viewpoint, quite virile."
Tony's son, Michael, looked like a younger version of
Tony; he was 30, 6, 160, hairy, and his son was the
same, only 18.
Mike was 36, 6'1, 170, hot bod. His son, Steed (his
mother's idea, it turned out), was 6'3", 190, built
like a muscled basketball player.
Larry was 37, blonde, blue, that stereotypical
Greek-God-like physique. His son was not he. Lance was
18 like the others, 5'8, 170, bodybuilder, dark brown
hair.
Ralph's son was also there. Ralph had a very average
body, even for 41. His son was a "stud" as Larry had
said. Carlos had dark-skin (from his mother's side, as
with the name), 5'11, ripped body. Coach Leather
wondered where Bryan had found it; the boy wore a
Speedo and left nothing to the imagination, where as
the other boys looked like candid shots that would end
up in the yearbook.
"Yeah, there's the boy that fucked my wife," Larry
said.
"Well, I pulled a cucumber from his ass a couple of
years ago," Ralph snarled. "It was embarrassing."
"Doesn't look embarrassed in that picture," Mike
observed.
"Just bare-assed," Larry roared, laughing.
When he stopped, Coach L said, "Here's my proposal,
gentlemen. I'm sure you're all professional and
wouldn't dream of taking advantage of Bryan in his
coaching position with your boys, either on or off the
field. However, I'm sure each of you cares about what
your boys are doing with their, well, assets."
"Lance and Carlos fuck around with each other and me,
and the wife," Larry said. "I know about their
assets."
"Care to share?" Coach Leather interjected.
Silence, then, "Damn, you are one smooth fucker, Coach
L," Larry said. "When?"
"How about after the next game? That's when the coach
there will be returning for a visit. You could car
pool."
"I own a van," Mike volunteered.
"Wait. I thought you didn't want the fag to touch our
boys?" Ralph asked, turning his attitude back on.
"Ralph, the `fag', as you so crassly called him, won't
touch them, but it's optional for the sons," Coach
Leather said. "And don't use the word `fag' unless yer
referring to a cigarette. I believe you were dick and
butt munching not too many minutes ago.
"Men, go home and ask your sons if they'd like some
training from me."
"I haven't even talked to my boy about sex," Mike
sighed.
"Then it's about time," Larry said. "Christ, he's 18!"
The men shared some brews and drinks, talked some more
and then started heading home. Bryan was sent home
first. He still hadn't seen his owner.
Larry, Ralph and Tony had come together and Coach
Leather shooed them out while Mike used the restroom.
When he walked out, still naked (his clothes were
heaped by the door), Coach Leather snaked a finger,
beckoning good-body to him.
"Where'd everyone go?" Mike asked.
"Home. It's late. But you don't need to hurry, do
you?" Coach Leather purred. "I don't believe you have
a wife to hurry home to?"
"I am single," Mike replied.
"You also have a great body, Mike," the Coach
continued.
"I keep in shape," the jock-bodded man said, looking
at the Coach with a questioning glance.
"I know who you are, Mike," Coach L revealed. "You're
an early bloomer."
"What?"
"You're 30 with an 18-year-old son, and a single
father. And even for a guy who was a jock in high
school, your body is in better shape than most former
jocks," Coach L explained. "You've been very
discreet."
"It pays to be. And I trust you are, too?" Mike said.
"Of course. Bryan doesn't even know who I am, yet,"
Coach L chuckled. "So, what's a professional baseball
player turned porn star doing in butt-fuck Egypt?"
"Apparently spending the night in some hot leather
sex," Mike wickedly smiled, and head toward the
bedroom.

To be concluded.
Yes, part 6 will be a conclusion. Although I could
prolong the story, almost forever, I feel stories
either fall apart because of length while staying with
the same characters, or by introducing new characters
to keep it fresh, stray from what made the story the
story. Here, the story of Coach Leather and Married
Bryan is coming to an end while other stories may be
starting. You never know.

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Master Terra D
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