Date: Sun, 5 Sep 2004 23:18:46 EDT
From: IfIWantU2@aol.com
Subject: I-Spy-Part-2

This story is a work of fiction intended only for adult readers.
The licensing of this story in no way affects its copyright, which
remains in the author's sole possession.  IfIWantU2@aol.com

PART TWO

Eric stumbled out of the Coach Anson's equipment locker, nearly falling on
the cement floor before his arms grabbed Coach Anson's desk chair.  Alex
and Coach Anson looked over in disbelief.  Alex turned around so that his
ass was against the Coach's desk, as he groped quickly for his pants and
belt.  Coach Anson slid his track pants quickly up to his waist and turned
toward Eric.

For at least two seconds, no one said a word.  Eric's heart was racing as
Coach Anson spoke very slowly: "Eric Larson, what the hell are you doing?"

Coach Anson stared at Eric, who began to tremble.  Eric backed up toward
the Coach's equipment locker, hoping he could simply crawl back inside.
Alex rushed toward Eric, but Coach Anson stopped Alex from grabbing Eric's
shirt.

Coach Anson ordered: "All right, Diego.  I've had my fill of you today.
Get outta here.  I'll handle this."

Alex stared Eric down before turning to exit the locker room.  Eric
couldn't help but stare at Alex's muscled glutes, crisply defined by his
slacks, as Alex walked through the door.

Coach Anson caught Eric staring: "So, Eric, you get your little stiffy all
worked up watching grown men play?"

Eric remained silent, his mind trying to think of a good explanation and a
way to get out of the locker room in one piece.  Coach Anson became even
more ticked off and approached Eric for an answer.  Coach Anson swaggered
closer to Eric - so close that Eric could feel his hot breath on his
shoulder and the Coach's thick, meaty legs pushed up against Eric's inner
thighs.

Coach Anson again questioned: "So, you think you know what you saw.  But
there's still a couple things you should know.  You should know that no one
will believe you.  And you should know that you will have to pay a price to
keep this piece of information."

Eric finally found a voice to reply, "What are you talking about?  I'm not
going to tell anyone I saw you pull down your pants and hump Alex."

Coach Anson got closer to Eric's face, so close the Coach could've kissed
Eric: "Oh, I know you won't tell anyone what you saw, but I have to think
of a way to guarantee it...to my satisfaction."

Eric's mind began to contemplate what Coach Anson was hinting at: Coach
Anson would have to know something equally embarrassing about Eric.  Eric
had been a pretty straight-laced kid, and he knew Coach Anson didn't have
any dirt on Eric.

At that moment, Eric saw something flash across Coach Anson's mind, the
idea showing in his face.  Coach Anson grabbed his cell phone and hit one
number.  After a couple of rings, Coach bellowed into the phone: "Garner,
get your ass over here...Do it now!"  Coach Anson clicked the phone off in
a huff and threw it on his desk.  He turned back around toward Eric.

Coach Anson continued: "Eric, if you weren't some dumb 17-year-old kid, I'd
grab you and fuck you right here, just like I did Diego.  But I can't.
That kind of shit can get me fired, and, frankly, I think you'd enjoy it
too much to see it as a punishment.  But I know that you're interested in
finding out what it's like, so I think I know a way to keep you quiet about
all this."

Just then, Andy Garner ran into the locker room, wearing his wrestling
singlet around his lower torso, exposing his bare muscular pecs, chiseled
shoulders and pumped arms.  As Andy stood in front of Coach Anson, he
asked:

"What do you need, Coach?  My dad said not to take too long."

Coach Anson replied with a smile: "This won't take too long.  Andy, meet
Eric."

Eric looked at Andy's muscular frame.  Andy stood 5-6, about the same
height and olive skin tone as his dad, the wrestling coach, but his build
was younger, leaner, but still meaty.  Andy and Eric knew of each other but
weren't friends.  Andy always felt a little strange around Eric whenever
they passed in the halls, as if Eric was mentally undressing him.  Andy
continued to listen to Coach Anson:

"Eric's been in my equipment locker when I was out, and I came back to find
him snooping through my stuff."

Before Eric could correct Coach Anson, the Coach continued:

"Eric needs to be taught a lesson.  I'm going to leave you 2 boys alone,
but it doesn't have to take long.  Teach him how we treat guys who go
through our stuff without our permission."

Coach Anson slapped Andy on the back of his bulging shoulder as the Coach
walked out the locker room door.

Andy walked quickly over to Eric and grabbed hold of Eric's slender
shoulders.  He forced Eric's head down onto Coach Anson's desk and yelled:

"So, you like going through other people's things, is that right?"

"No," Eric responded, but Andy banged Eric's head down on the desk and
repeated the question.

"You like getting your hands on other people's stuff?"

Eric wanted to set the record straight, but the pain in his head told him
to follow a different strategy.

Eric replied: "Yes, I do, especially when I get to see Coach Anson fuck one
of the hottest male teachers in school."

Eric's comment caught Andy by surprise.  Andy reeled backward, letting go
of his grip on Eric.  Eric spun around and pressed Andy up against the
Coach's locker.

Andy threw off Eric's arms and stammered: "You're lying, you sack of shit.
I knew you were a fag, always looking at me in the hallway like you wanted
me to bend you over.  And now you're trying to make Coach Anson your
boyfriend."

Eric sensed Andy's anger and fear.  Eric stated: "I saw him bend a guy over
his desk and fuck him hard.  I was watching from his equipment locker."

Andy began to comprehend what Eric was saying.  Andy grabbed Eric and
pressed his arms against the equipment locker.

Andy whispered: "Well, I guess Coach Anson wants me to get you to shut up
about it, and that's good enough for me.  You've always imagined what it
would be like, taking my dick up your ass, so maybe it's time I show you
for real."

Andy led Eric over to Coach Anson's desk chair.  Andy sat down first and
shrugged his singlet down to his ankles.  His 7-inch, tan cock and
peach-colored cock head stood erect, pointing at Eric.  Andy then pulled
Eric's shorts down and forced Eric to turn toward the locker, facing away
from Andy.

Andy eyed the white crème on Coach Anson's desk, grabbed a fingerful and
smeared it over his cock.  Andy then forced Eric to sit down on Andy's
cock, slowly but forcefully.  Eric's breath hissed out of his chest and
through his mouth as his tight, virgin ass accepted Andy Garner's juicy
cock.  Andy didn't stop halfway; he pushed into Eric's warm, tight hole
until his cock was buried to the hairs.  Eric breathed cautiously as his
semi-hard cock jumped of its own will.

Just as Eric was adjusting to the feeling of the thick Romanian meat in his
ass, Andy pushed Eric up by the armpits, forcing Andy's cock to exit Eric's
ass slowly.  Andy began to fuck Eric's tight hole.  Andy grabbed Eric by
the lats, just as Coach Anson had fucked Alex only minutes before.  Andy's
pace quickened, shoving his cock into Eric's ass with increasing force and
speed.  Andy slapped Eric's ass and clamped down tightly on Eric's neck,
shoulders and arms.  Andy fucked Eric double-time, causing Eric's cock to
spew a thick stream of white cum into the air.

Andy's athletic hands clamped onto Eric's bubble butt, as Andy fucked Eric
like all his other girlfriends.  Andy didn't stop in time and deposited
several volleys of white cum deep inside Eric's supple ass cheeks.  As Andy
withdrew his thick Romanian cock, he whacked his dick against Eric's white
bubble butt, depositing the remaining cum drippings on Eric's hairless
cheek.

Andy slinked back into his wrestling singlet and ran out the locker room
door.  Eric ran a finger over his sweaty ass cheek, dragging a drop of
Andy's cum.  Eric sucked on his cum-soaked finger, thinking of how he'd
just got fucked by one of Southfield's High's most powerful athletes.