Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 22:33:27 EST
From: MrCMpLiCaTD@aol.com
Subject: Staring Position chapter 2

Disclaimer:  I'm not responsible if people get caught for looking at this if
they shouldn't.  Don't attempt to steel my work, I know how to find out.
Everything in my story is fictional and any similarity concerning any thing
other than my story is entirely coincidental.


Chapter 2


     Bryan cracked a triumphant smile.  Gutherage quickly slipped down then
hallway and into his office.  He began quickly pacing back and forth in the
room.  His mind was racing.  'Did he see me shoot my load?  Will he tell?  Is
he really gay?'  Suddenly he heard knock on his door.  He gulped.  "Come," he
said wiping away sweat.  In came Bryan without a shirt on, with his messy wet
jet black hair holding his gym bag.  "Hey coach, just wanted to say se ya
tomorrow.  You coached a great practice today, one of your best.  Well see ya
tomorrow."

     "Um, thanks Bryan...bye," Bryan had already shut the door when he said
bye.  That night Gutherage fucked his girlfriend extra tenderly while
thinking of Bryan's sweet ass.  The next day the coach was not on his usual
game as being the world's biggest dick.  All he could think about was Bryan.
While on the sidelines, Bryan was thinking of what to do next.

     After practice, Bryan came knocked on the coach's office.  "Hey coach
its Bryan.  Can I come in?"  Before answering, Gutherage pulled out his
mirror, looked himself up and down while calming his streaky blonde hair, and
checked his hair.

     "(Ahem) Come in."  He automatically got a boner.
     "Yea um, I wanted to talk to you about my position on this team as of
right now."
     "Come, sit down," he gestured.
     "I know I'm not as strong as the other players and all.  But I'm still
BIG enough to GO IN.  I just think you should just give me a chance to GIVE
IT TO YOU like you want me to."  At this, Gutherage began to stroke his
hungry cock.  "But in all fairness, I know IT'S HARD..." Gutherage stopped.
"Coaching, it must be veeery hard.  Well, just think about it."  Brian got up
and pulled his sorts up so that the full figure of his bubblecious ass could
show.  His cheeks hung outside the bottom.  To add icing, but the cherry to
top the cake was Bryan "accidentally" dropping his jockstrap from his gym bag
as he left.  When the door was closed, Gutherage shut the blinds, and picked
up the sweaty crotch band smelling Bryan's "ever so sweet" musty smell.  He
threw it on his desk bunching it up.  He then pulled his shorts to his ankles
and began fucking that small piece of Bryan cloth hard and fast; he gritted
his teeth saying, "Oh yeah you little bitch, you want me to fuck you?!  Yea,
come one let me fuck that lilt virgin hole!  You want my hot stick you...you...uh
...mmm...oh fuck, oh fuhfuhfuh," he had both hands shaking the desk as he rammed
and fast till he came all over the drawers and a little on his desk.  He
collapsed on the desk blowing papers with his breath.  "Oh, FUCK!"  Little
did he know, Bryan was listening the whole time outside the door.

     All that night Gutherage laid awake in his bed thinking about what he
wanted and at this point could do to Bryan.  He had to have him.  He recalled
Bryan telling him how he really wanted to start.  Gutherage then grew the
same devious smile Bryan had.  'He wants it doesn't he?  If he doesn't...oh he
will.'


The next day after football practice, the boys were loud and obnoxious as
usual in the locker room.  Bryan was just sitting on the bench listening to
Bob Marley.  All of a sudden a loud whistle was blown; so loud Bryan looked
up.  The room fell silent.  "Boys pipe down!  Bryan I want to see you in my
office now!"

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