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WE LOVE FOOTBALL 2
Come on, man! What is it with
you? Since when you're not in the mood for football? Are you sick or something?"
Kyle watched Gary as he remained on the bed, not saying
anything. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with his best friend. He was
silent, moody and didn't want to play football in the park anymore, something
that they have done ever since he could remember. It has gotten so bad that Gary's mum had complained
to and had asked Kyle to talk to her son, as his parents also could not
understand this sudden change in their boy. Kyle wasn't having much luck either
as Gary just
simply grunted at him.
"Gary, talk to me man! What's wrong? Please
man, you're starting to freak me out here! What more can I do to make you get
over...whatever is wrong with you."
"You can start by getting the
Kyle's eyes widened. Gary just swore at him, Gary had never sworn at him before. He was
actually getting teary eyed as these harsh words sank into his brain. Kyle
grabbed his bag, and turned towards the door to leave. As he was grabbing the
door handle, he turned around.
"Just remember Gary, you're my best friend. No matter what
you say to me."
As Kyle left, Gary threw himself onto his bed and started
at the ceiling. He hated being like that towards Kyle. But he had bigger
problems to worry about. He closed his eyes as the events that happened in
Coach Zlatko Milenkovic's office ran through his head. The more he thought
about it, the more he started to shake and tremble. He didn't want to think
about it but he couldn't stop. He didn't quite know what to make of what
happened. He grabbed his hair and sighed heavely. His mind was casted back, for
what seemed like the millionth time, to that afternoon in the coach's office.
Gary couldn't believe it when Milenkovic told
him that he wasn't going to allow him to come to the tryouts. But when he, with
tears streaming down his face, turned to leave, those fateful words was spoken.
"I'll tell you how I will allow you at the tryouts. Take off your pants
and let me suck your hot teenboy cock..."
What the hell does a thirteen
year old answer to that? At first Gary
didn't know what the coach was talking about. In his own personal innocence, Gary had never once
before thought about sex. Football always took the premier spot in his life. He
honestly didn't know what the coach was talking about.
"Are you stupid aswell as arogant? Get naked, Falkner. Or kiss football
Gary was stuck in thought aswell as in
physicality. Milenkovic stood up and closed the door, and then he locked it.
That opened Gary's
mind for the first time since Milenkovic spoke those words. He was pushed back
into the coach's chair. He looked into Milenkovic's eyes. They were full of
lust, and anger. He felt a huge hand run through his hair, and then the mouth
of Milenkovic came clearer. Gary
was stiff woth fright, he couldn't move. Somewhere at the back of his mind he
knew that what was happening here, was wrong. He knew
that he had to scream or shout or just...do something to stop this. But the
sheer realisation what was happening was to frightning to Gary's thirteen year old mind. Milenkovic
kissed his neck, and Gary
remained stiff. He felt a tongue travel behind his ear, licking and kissing his
neck while a hand was still stroking his hair. The mouth went lower, and kissed
his adam's apple. The hand left his hair and started to take his shirt off.
Since they had PE that period, Gary
had decided to dress in his favorite Manchester United shirt. Once that was
off, it was thrown to the back of the office, and then the mouth kissed his
looked down to what Milenkovic was doing. He closed his eyes and started to
tremble. Whatever Milenkovic was doing, yeah sure as hell it was scary but...he
had never in his life, ever been exposed to this kind of treatment. He never
had an orgasm or wet dream in his life, so this was torture. The coach was
going lower, kissing and licking each and every one of his pecks.
"Damn Folkner, thirteen and
already a six pack! Fuck, you're sexy."
Empty words, only were making
sence now that he thought back about it. Wet lips kissing his body from chest
to navel, moving up once more to kiss ands suck on his nipples. Gary just stood there
with his eyes closed, all these emotions that he had never before experienced
running through him. While the coach was running his hands all over his back,
the image of his parents, first his father and then his mother, entered his
mind. What would they think, should they see their son at that moment? The coach
stood up, and placed his hand underneath Gary's
chin, turned bloodred as to not look Milenkovic in the eye, and forced his face
upwards. What happened next, Gary
could never forget. Milenkovic kissed him on the lips once more, but this time,
putting his tongue into Gary's
mouth. Gary finally
got rid of his stiffness to pull away and run towards the door, turning the
lock and running out into the gym and out of the school grounds as fast as he
could. He ran and ran until re reached his house and with his mum and dad
working, there was not one to talk to or even to just hold him. He ran up the
stairs towards his bedroom and threw himself on his bed. And that is were he
had stayed for the past three days, never once leaving his room. Gary had turned from a energetic, sportloving, fun boy into a person who didn't
want to face anyone, or do anything other than lying on his bed and staring at
the ceiling. The desperate, pleading words of his parents, begging him to tell
them what was wrong with him, if something had happened, if he felt sick, it
simply went in the one ear and out the other. He was shit scared to go back to
school and facing Milenkovic.
In the present, as Gary once more opened his
eyes, he felt a tear rolling down his face. He knew what had happened. He knew
exactly what the coach had attempted to do, after he had time to think about
it. But that wasn't what was worrying him the most. He didn't do anything about
it. He just stood there allowed Milenkovic to do what he did. It was as if he
enjoyed it all...
screamed out loud and rushed to his wall, and started to rip and tear off all
the Manchester United and England
football posters. Screaming, he took his English football lamp and threw it
across the wall. His dad opened the door and grabbed hold of Gary, who kicked
and hit his father at the thought of another man touching him. Gary was out of control, and his parents
couldn't understand why. All they knew was that Gary had gone to school one morning, a happy
normal boy, and now this was happening. They decided to go and speak to his
teachers at the school. Maybe they knew something...
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