Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2024 00:26:37 +0000
From: Bob Park <parkrc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Progressive Football - Part 1

Progressive Football - Part 1

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You can say it started when my older son got hurt playing football last
year. Tackling another player, he tore up his right knee, when other
players piled on, and a helmet collided with his knee. The orthopedic
surgeon told us that he needs to be gentle with it for at least a year, so
no football his senior year of high school. Seeing your child hurt from
playing sports is hard on any parent, although we know it is always
possible. As the assistant coach, I not only saw my son get hurt, but I
lost one of our star players.

First, let me tell you about me, and my boys. We live in a farming area in
northern California, and I also grew up here. The area has a sandy soil
which is great for growing potatoes, carrots, onions, and other vegetable
crops. In our county there are six small farming towns, with a population
of 600 to 1000 people each. In towns this small, everyone knows everyone,
and way too much of their personal business.

My name is Mark Collins, and I have three sons, ages from 13 to 17. They
are each about two years apart. My parent's farm was about 6000 acres, and
my dad was a co-owner of a farm implement dealership. If it says John Deere
on it, and if it is anywhere near this county, it probably came from my
dad's store. My mom and dad were a typical couple, or at least I thought
so. They both had some quirks about them, for example my dad enjoyed seeing
my mom getting fucked by other men. Mom was very sexy and flirtatious, and
she loved meeting new people. My dad was always in charge, and had a
dominant personality.  As his only son, and to be accepted by him, I had to
be a good athlete, and in this region, it means football, and I worked hard
to be better than most everyone on our High School team. I was the star
tight end, and was treated well by everyone as a high school god, except
for my dad. The cheerleaders, and all of the other girls wanted me to date
them, but what they didn't know was up until then, my preference for a
sexual partner was one of many local boys, from scouts, or school.

When I turned 13, my mom seeing all of the girls that were interested in
me, my mom decided that I needed to learn how to eat pussy, starting with
hers, especially on those nights when my dad was out drinking with his
buddies. My dad came home one evening feeling no pain, and he caught me
licking my mom's pussy, and clit. From that night on, my nickname by him
was pussyboy, and the fact that he caught me getting fucked in the barn a
few times, cemented the nickname. My mom would tell me to just ignore him,
and continue licking her pussy until she orgasms again. Despite his
enjoyment of watching his wife getting fucked, my dad was very well
endowed, and you could hear my mom's happiness with his 8 inch plus
cock. When my mom and dad were going at it, I would lay in bed and wish it
was me getting pounded, by that fatherly dick. Even as an adult, I am still
slightly shorter than his cock, although very respectable. During football
season, you could always find a locker room full of naked cocks crying out
to be sucked, and I wasn't the only one there with a cock in my mouth. The
coaches called it team camaraderie, and bonding.

I was offered a full scholarship to Cal-Davis, which excited my dad to no
end. With a lot of hard work, I became a star player there also, and
attracted many female admirers. Maybe every boy looks for a girl just like
his mom, because I did. She had to be sexy hot, flirtatious, and must have
a very strong sex appetite. I went to a party in my junior year, and I met
Suzie. She drug three guys into a bedroom to jump her bones, and when they
came out 2 hours later, they all looked like they had been well fucked. It
was at that moment that I knew she was perfect for me. Suzie was from Del
Mar in southern California, and her dad was a bigtime wine broker. They
sent her to Cal-Davis to learn wine industry marketing, because the school
had a reputation for producing great winemakers. Little did they expect her
to get involved with a jock.

From Suzie's standpoint, I was attractive, muscular, decently endowed, and
I never tried to control her flirtation with other students. I felt as long
as we weren't married, she could fuck any guy she wants, and she wanted a
lot more than just me. I was flattered that my girlfriend was sexually
desired by other guys, and she always enjoyed guys filling her pussy or ass
with cum. The years of orally satisfying my mother paid off with Suzie, and
just like with my mom, I sucked out numerous loads of cum, and just like
with mom, I never asked her, who put it in there.

My senior year of college football was very good for me, and I was drafted
in the third round by the Green Bay Packers. I graduated with my degree in
Phys-Ed and sports management, and was making a respectable 650k per year
despite being third string. Suzie's parents were finally supportive of her
marrying me, and we did that less than a year out of college. To my
surprise Suzie got pregnant with our first son, a year later. To no
surprise, she hated Green Bay, and would head back to Southern California
every chance she could, and always between November and mid-January when
the season ended. She would drop off the baby with her mom, and then hook
up with "gifted" studs there, or in Palm Springs. I wasn't going to say
anything, because I would hook up with girly boys when she was away. It
worked out well for both of us, and I had to keep it on the down low, for
the sake of my football career.

I had several lucrative years as a back-up, and in my 4th year I got
injured, and couldn't play for the second half of the season. Suzie was
pregnant again, and delivered another boy, and just like our first I never
asked for blood tests to see if I was the dad. With me out with my injury I
was able to take care of the boys, while Suzie was out looking for a stud
to satisfy her increasing need for sex. In my 5th year I suffered another
injury, and the doctor suggested that I should retire, but my contract had
another year, and I wasn't going to turn down money for sitting on the
bench, and cheering my buddies on. Suzie was happy because she had more
time to hook up with guys in California, since she hated winter
here. During the summer I would take our boys to see my mom, so she could
spoil them, and Suzie never joined us, and I would have to make an excuse
why.

At the end of my contract, I announced my retirement for health reasons. Of
course, Suzie wanted us to move to SoCal, but fate threw a wrench into her
plan. My mom and dad died in a head on crash with a semi, and I have no
doubt that dad was probably drunk. Being an only child, I immediately
inherited a farm, and his half of the implement business for me to run, and
we moved back to the home that I grew up in. Suzie had no desire to be a
farmer's wife, and she only got more anxious to leave, when she found out
she was pregnant with our third child. Just like the others she wanted to
have a daughter. When she delivered a 3rd boy, she had her plumbing altered
so she couldn't get pregnant again, and then the depression kicked in.

It took me a year to sell off all but the 3 acres around the house to a
neighboring farmer. Suzie used that money to completely remodel the house,
and rear patio. We now had to live thru 8 months of construction going
on. To avoid the mess, she took the baby to her parents in Del Mar, which
allowed her to fuck around, without a need for birth control. After the
years of her living there, she had a group of her parent's friends to
service her when she was in town.

Suzie worked with a local architect, and you could barely recognize the
original house, when they created a totally new kitchen, and enlarged the
bedrooms. There was still 3 bedrooms, but the master bedroom was enlarged,
and a large ensuite bathroom with a large walk in shower and separate
jetted soaking tub added. The front of the house changed from looking like
a farmhouse, to a Spanish mission style. The rear of the house now had a
swimming pool, and associated stucco pool house, and an outdoor kitchen for
grilling. While we had the crews here, I had them update the old barn to be
a workout gym, and a playhouse for the boys. With the injuries I sustained
playing football, I need to work out every day to stay loose.

They had an opening for an assistant football coach at my old high school,
and they were glad to have me. Of course, it was just another thing to piss
off Suzie, with me now gone so much during football season. There was
nothing I could do to please Suzie, and she filed for divorce when our
oldest son was nine years old, and the baby was five. She wanted nothing to
do with me or my boys, and was pretty vocal about it, when she moved back
to SoCal. She only wanted daughters, and she never developed a strong bond
with her sons. When she drove away in her brand new Lexus, I shed no tears,
and the boys were just confused. The boys were 9, 7, and 5 years old, and I
had to hire a nanny/housekeeper to help out. The housekeeper was a widow,
and the boys related to her like she was their grandma. The only time Suzie
parents came here, was when they were touring wine country, and drove 120
miles north to visit their daughter, and grandchildren, which ended with
the divorce. Since the boys were all in school, life continued on as
before, just without their mother. Her parents did remember the boys on
their birthdays, and Christmas.

When his brother Milo turned 13, Mike (15), took it upon himself to teach
his brother how to give a blowjob, since I and the scouts taught
Mike. After weeks of practicing, they were so proud to show me how good he
had become. Milo was a natural cocksucker, and I was happy to tell
him. Milo was now curious about what I was like as a teenager sexually. I
was totally honest with them, and showed them both how good I could suck
cock, and pics during high school of me taking a dick up my ass. I am not
sure if they looked at me differently after fucking me too. As they matured
it would happen several dozen of more times.

So, for my story, now is a good time to move forward to the present. My
oldest son Mike is 17 and will be a senior in high school, and will soon be
18. After his mom left, he felt responsible to watch over his younger
brothers. If I wasn't home, he would bathe them at night, and in the
morning make sure they were ready for school, and even verified that
homework was complete. Mike was the first to realize that the barn was a
great place to escape his brothers, and have sex with his buddies (just
like his dad did, when he was a teenager). Mike was like a father image to
his brothers, and would often fill in for me. He didn't hate his mother,
but he resented how we were treated, and her lack of contact.

After Suzie left, I dated some, but there are not many women wanting to
raise three boys. Not having a girlfriend didn't bother me because I had
fuck buddies that still lived in town. Although they were married, with
kids of their own, they never turn down giving or receiving a blow job, or
an enjoyable fuck. I would use the barn when the kids were in school, or
after they went to bed. Only occasionally, did I enjoy a high school
student, that wanted additional training, and I never brought men or women
home to spend the night in my bed. Other than having sex with me, my boys
weren't aware of any other lovers that I had.

Milo is my middle son, and he is 15, and will be a sophomore. Just like his
brother Mike, he is athletic and loves football, and just like his brother
he is popular, and an excellent student. After the coach passed away last
year, and I was promoted, Milo was excited about the changes that I will
make, and asked me to make Mike an unofficial assistant coach. Milo is
still just as close to Mike as ever, and they frequently share the same bed
for sex, and sleep. He loves when his older brother fucks him, with his
adult sized cock. When they are in bed together, they kiss like lovers, or
so I have been told by their younger brother. Milo was the one to openly
dislike his mother verbally. She only communicated with his younger
brother, and that was typically by phone text. When he was about 8 years
old, we went to a family function, and he heard people describe Suzie as a
size queen slut, and he asked me what they meant. Being totally honest, I
said that it means that she likes having sex with men that have a large
penis. That seemed to satisfy him, and he never brought it up again.

The youngest boy is Martin, and he is 13. He is extremely smart, and will
be starting his freshman year of high school, almost a year early. Martin
was the most affected by Suzie leaving, because he was so young. His older
brothers love him, but he will always be the little brat. He is smaller and
seems more feminine then his brothers, and even looks like his mother with
those big eyelashes. With those eyes Martin flirts without even trying. As
his dad, he sometimes surprises me with what he says. He is very perceptive
about motivation, and desires. Unlike Milo, I taught Martin how to suck
cock, and it reminds me so much of his mother, and the hunger she had to
suck every cock she saw. He is only 13, and he can suck dick like a pro,
and wants me to take his anal cherry. I have to remind myself that I was
13, the first time I was fucked, because to a dad, Martin looks so
young. After Suzie left, if he got scared, he was the one to jump in my bed
to hold him tight, and I had to cover him in kisses. Martin has the cutest
5 inch cock, and I always kissed, and sucked it.

One night we were watching tv, and he asked me if he could get some lace
panties to wear. What could I say other than... of course the next time we
go clothes shopping. He will look so fricking tasty in cute panties. Even
his older brothers will want to tap his sweet bubble butt ass. Maybe we can
all fuck him on a family night, just to bond, and he can take that
opportunity to show his brothers how good he sucks dick. I think that sex
will be the thing to keep us all together, with lots of kissing, and
admitting that we love each other.

Martin told me that whenever his mom would take him to her parents, she
would dress him as a girl. Now that I think about it, she always dressed
him as a girl for Halloween. Even when her parents came for Martin's
christening, they brought a lace covered christening gown for him to
wear. It was obvious to me that it was meant for a baby girl. Suzie wanted
to name the baby Martine, but with the help of some white-out, his real
birth certificate said Martin. A few months before Suzie filed for divorce,
we had the biggest fight of our marriage, and it got so loud we had to go
out to the barn to keep from waking the kids. Suzie obviously lived in
California too long, because she wanted to put Martin on hormone blockers
to feminize him, and she even lined up a surgeon in San Franciso to do
gender modification surgery, when he got older. If she hadn't run and got
in her car, I would have beaten her to a pulp. She brought divorce papers,
when she came back.

When the movers came, I made sure anything frilly or feminine that she
bought, left with them. Even the boys rooms had bedding that could hardly
be described as masculine. For example, what boy wants a down filled mauve
comforter. All of their bedding was given to goodwill, and I took them to
Kohl's to pick out what they wanted. I had to do some negotiating with
Martin, but we ended up with a navy blue bedspread and sheets, that had
white clouds on it.

Like I said earlier, Martin is a little bit feminine, but he is just as
competitive as his brothers. They loved little league, and football, and
Martin did gymnastics, but all three want to win in everything they do. I
had to take him to the next town over to learn gymnastics, at the
Children's Academy (of dance). It was run by two lesbians, but they knew
how to succeed in gymnastics. They emphasized sweeping dance like moves on
the balance beam or mat. Of course, Martin did extremely well in every
competition. They only trained children under 13, and I was glad when
Martin turned 13. Although somewhat girly, some of his gymnastic moves
could be applied to football.

Just like his brothers, he has his buddies from school come for
sleepovers. I put a pair of bunk beds in the barn loft, specifically for
that purpose, and it gave them the privacy they needed for sex. I have even
used those beds when I have buddies come over for play time. The beds are
far more comfortable then hay bales, for sucking cock or getting fucked. I
am thinking about adding more bunk beds, that would allow the boys to have
much of a scout troop, or part of the football team over.

I bought a diesel pusher RV so I could take the boys camping, and can use
it for out of town football games. Right after school let out for the
summer, all of the high school sports directors were summoned to the
capital for an emergency coordination meeting. In smaller schools like
ours, the sports director is the coach. So, me, and the other 5 coaches in
the county went there. It didn't take long to find out the so called
emergency. The state's DEI Advocate ran the meeting, and addressed us. We
were told in no uncertain terms, that we will embrace transsexual students,
and allow them into every sports activity. Me, and my local cohorts just
rolled our eyes. I doubt that there are many transgender students in the
whole county, much less any that want to compete against other boys. The
ones I know are 100% girly boy, and are into ruffles, and not
jockstraps. In this county, crossdressing boys will not use the girls
bathroom, or compete against them, or they will get their butt kicked for
disrespecting females. The farther you get away from the state capital, you
find people that have common sense.

There was a session on reducing sports injuries, that was almost
relatable. So, we would show up for every session, and disappear on the
first break if it was boring, to the nearest tavern, or motel room to enjoy
some sex with each other, or people we met. We took advantage of the event
to bond with the other coaches before football season. I told them that
after we get away from Sacramento, I want us to get together and discuss
changes to reduce injuries, and build camaraderie within our student
athletes.

I spent several evenings with Mike discussing how we can make the game
safer, and build a strong camaraderie across the county. We wrote ideas
down on a large whiteboard, and bounced ideas against each other, no matter
how outlandish they may seem. Two weeks later I met with the other coaches,
at a nearby Moose lodge, to flush out the changes that I want to suggest. I
started talking first since I requested the meeting, and I asked everyone
at the table what do we need to do, to motivate our players, and make it a
better experience. They were surprised when I said that we need to
incorporate sex. I quickly said, not during the game but afterwards.

One coach said that the winning team gets to fuck the losing team. I told
him that he understands what motivates a boy, but in addition to that, how
do we make the game safer. I told them about me brainstorming with my son,
and although the changes may seem extreme, they will work. We will have to
add some additional rules, and associated penalties.

I even brought a slide show. #1 said "Remove faceguards", and immediately
someone asked how could that make the game safer. I said faceguards limit
boys from kissing, and you are less likely to hurt someone that just kissed
you. Boys are squeamish about kissing another boy in public, but I think if
we initiate this during preseason training, it will seem normal when we
start playing each other. Of course, any player that hits a boy in the face
gets thrown out, and we say there are no exceptions. Without faceguards it
will remove something the player can grab during a tackle, and cause neck
injuries.  If we have a coin toss at the beginning of the game, the boys
will hug and kiss after sides are determined, instead of shaking hands.

Number two slide says, "Eliminate jock cups". I said that you don't wear a
cup in competitive swimming, and who doesn't enjoy looking at the bulge in
their swimsuit. I think most football players will enjoy seeing what
another boy is packing, and they know how much it hurts to get hit down
there, and it will be avoided by all of the boys. Any player that hits
another boy down there gets thrown out, and he will be responsible to
massage and lovingly kiss the boy down there, until the pain goes away,
after the game.

Number #3 said "Coaches and Cheerleaders too". I said we can't expect our
players to do something we wouldn't do, and the cheerleaders can show their
school spirit, by fully submitting. So, coaches and cheerleaders will fully
submit to the after game sexual enjoyment, whether we are giving or
receiving.

Number #4 said "No trash talk !". There is a direct linkage between trash
talk, and aggressive behavior, so we need to encourage our players to talk
more considerate in their communications. Calling another player as "cute
and fuckable", or "I can't wait to suck your dick" will help lead up to the
aftergame enjoyment, or what I call "overtime fucking".

I said as we go, we may come up with more changes, but the objective is for
every player to look at the boy across from him as a potential sex
partner. We as coaches need to admit that every boy out on the field wants
to get his cock sucked, or be fucked. Getting boys to kiss is the key, and
just like they were taught in middle school sex ed, same sex is the best
sex. I think this change could reduce teen pregnancies, and no dad wants
their daughter pregnant by some random boy. Everyone knows that a load of
cum is better in your son's ass, then your daughter's pussy. Her pussy
should be reserved for her dad and her brothers, just ask any father. We
closed the meeting by saying that our biggest challenge will be to convince
the parents that we are making these changes, to keep their sons safer. I
showed them my RV, and after enjoying some sex in there with them, I
suggested that every team should have one to encourage the players to have
sex somewhere comfier than the locker room. They saw my wisdom, and it can
sleep 12. I told them that there are a half dozen RV dealers in this
county, and they can be convince it is good Public Relations to loan out an
RV for the season.

Mike was excited that the changes we came up with will take place. As the
assistant coach, I gave him the responsibility of recruiting players that
will embrace the changes. He smiled, and said that he will personally
verify that every recruit enjoys sex with other boys and men. One night
that week we ordered pizza and had a family night, so Martin could show his
brothers how good of a cocksucker he has become. They thought the lace
panties were very sexy, and they took turns enjoying his virgin pussy, that
his brother Mike will drill first. It warmed my heart to see them kissing,
and all three sharing the same bed. I told them that Daddy can wait until
tomorrow night, to tap Martin's sweet little girly ass, and tonight is for
my boys to bond.

After that week, even tag football in the yard included kissing, and
fondling boy parts, and usually fucking started before the game
ended. Mid-summer, I called a meeting with all of the parents of the
potential football players, in the gymnasium. I tried to be intentionally
vague, and said that we will be making changes, in an effort to make the
game safer. I told them that my oldest son got injured last season, and I
relied on him to suggest changes. I mentioned to them about the coaches
conference in Sacramento, and that the governor's office and staff insisted
that we make the game safer. Since it was irrelevant, I didn't mention
their transgender edict. Most of the parents were satisfied, and I invited
any of them to have a one on one meeting with me.

There were mostly gung ho dads there, wanting their boy, to be the next big
star player. One mom came up to me afterwards, and gave me her business
card, and wanted to meet with me. She was attractive, somewhere near her
forties, and owned the lingerie shop in town. I mentioned her name to
Martin, and he said that her two sons were in his gymnastics and school
class. He told me that they are twins, but very small for their age, which
is fine for gymnastics, but they will get pounded playing football. He said
that they can't even be 100 pounds. I was intrigued, and we set a time for
me to visit her, at her home on Friday evening. Her business card was for
her store called "Alladin's Lamp Clothing Boutique"; Lingerie makes
everyone more desirable !, was the store motto. On the back it said that
they carry the complete line of "SissyBoy" clothing. With my boys, it made
sense that I had never been in there.

From the outside it was a very nice ranch style home near the downtown
district. Jeanie answered the door in a silk wrap around dress and high
heels. Typical of teenagers, her two boys were playing some video game on
the large tv. They looked nearly identical, and were wearing feminine crop
tops, and short shorts, with the SissyBoy logo on the butt. She introduce
one as Skylar, but everyone calls him Skye, and his brother was named
Sheldon, but he prefers being called Shelly. The feminine names seemed
appropriate for two 14 year olds wearing make-up, and lipstick. All they
needed was high heels to look even more like teenage tramps.

Jeanie insisted they turn off their video game so we could talk about the
football season. Jeanie and I sat on the sofa and the boys sat on the floor
at our feet. I explained that we are making changes to make the game safer
for the student athlete, and I mentioned that my oldest son got hurt last
season, and because of it, he can't play during his senior year, but he
made several suggestion that we are going to implement.

I said that as a dad I know what motivates a teenage boy, and looking at
her two boys, I said what motivates them is sex. Sucking cock, and getting
or giving a good fuck. One of her boys said... heck yes. I said of course,
many boys have been taught by their mother how to eat pussy. Jeanie said,
yes, I did, and they are good at it. So, based on what motivates boys, we
are going to incorporate that, and the winning team gets to fuck the losing
team, or at least gets a blowjob. Jeanie asked how does that make the game
safer. I responded that additional rules have been added, so boys involved
in aggressive physical behavior gets kicked out of the game. I said that we
are also planning to encourage the boys to kiss and fondle the other team's
players. We feel that a boy is less likely to be aggressive to someone that
just kissed you. The boys agreed with my theory.

I said there will be tackles, and hitting, so there is still a chance of
getting hurt, and Jeanie, I think your boys are too feminine to be a
player, and I don't want to see anyone get hurt. Jeanie said, you don't
understand, my boys want to be cheerleaders ! .... And not only that, I
want to be their coach if you agree. She said that she has experience as a
dancer and a model, and with her clothing contacts she can upgrade the
cheerleader costumes that they wear. I said that I am sure she will be
better than the old Phys ed teacher, who is ready to retire. Jeanie said
that she has a make-up artist working for her, that will help all of the
cheerleaders, and even players if they wish. She said that she has been
working with her boys, since they started doing gymnastic competitions.

The boys flashed their fake eyelashes at me, and threw me a kiss, as if
rehearsed. I told her that the cheerleaders and coaches will also
participate in the sexual aftergame activities, which seemed to excite her
boys. She said that she is ok with that, but what do we do with girls that
only get involved with other girls. I said that I am sure there will be
girls with the other team that will want to spend a few hours, or the
night, with another girl for feminine pleasures.

She grabbed my hand and said, let's go to my bedroom so we can talk some
more. As soon as we got into her very frilly bedroom, she undid the sash
holding her dress closed, and it fell to the floor. She was wearing a
bustier that held her lovely tits and nipples up for easy access. Showing
off her modeling background, she did a complete spin for me so I could see
her matching lace thong panties. As she undressed me, she said that I
should text my sons that you will be very late getting home, but you should
be home for breakfast, and she took off the rest of her clothes, showing me
a lovely body.

As we laid down naked on her bed, she put her hand around my very hard
cock, and started massaging it. Her two boys were standing at the doorway
watching us. They left their shorts somewhere, because they were naked from
the waist down, and each boy was stroking a very cute 4 inch cock. She
whispered to me that they won't come into the room unless she invites them.

Trying to take my mind off of my cock, I asked her how her business was
doing. She said that despite being in farm country, she was doing ok, but
once she started carrying the SissyBoy line her sales rocketed. Jeanie said
proudly that her store is the only one in northern California to carry the
complete line. I told her I had never heard of it until tonight. She said
that an admirer of her boys gave them a copy of SissyBoy magazine, and her
boys loved it. She asked Skye to bring the latest copy so I can see it. Two
minutes later he came back with the magazine, and Jeanie told him he can go
back and wait at the door.

On the cover it said, "Dedicated to girly boys from 8 to 14 years of
age". She told me that SissyBoy Enterprises has all kinds of products,
including the magazines, videos, a clothing line, and even anal
lubricant. It didn't take me more than 4 pages to realize the theme of
gorgeous young boys, and the mature men burying their manly adult cocks,
into a tiny asshole. It was the most explicit sex magazine, I had ever
seen, and every young boy was beautiful with or without clothes. Every boy
looked even more beautiful with a big adult cock in their mouth or boy
pussy, and every boy looked excited and happy. She said when one of the
executives saw her twins, and they decided to do a magazine edition
dedicated to twin boys. Jeanie said rather proudly that just like her, both
of her boys modeled for the magazine, and the associated video.

I told her that I have never seen it at a news stand, and Jeanie said it
only comes by mail, in a plain brown wrapper in this country. I told her
that my younger son Martin might enjoy reading this, and I noticed the
price of 39.99US, and that idea evaporated. Jeanie said to her boys why
don't you show coach what you learned from the magazine. Both boys climbed
up on the bed, and started licking the length of my dick and balls. They
only had the crop top on, and their modest cock was totally erect and
sticking out. Watching them, I decided to add fucking them, to my "before I
die" bucket list.

After ten minutes of the two of them taking turns sucking my cock, Jeanie
told her boys to go to bed because mommy needs to get fucked. She said that
she pities any guy that marries her, because he will have three pussies to
satisfy every night. I told her that I can think of a multitude of worse
things to happen. As soon as the boys left, she took advantage of my hard
cock by mounting it cowgirl style. I came once with her riding me, and
after a little rest, I fucked her missionary style so I could kiss her, and
after a respectable amount of time I came deep in her pussy. She told me
not to make any mess in the bed, and I buried my face into her hairless
pussy to suck any cum out.

We had a very romantic fuck at sunrise. I told her that I will try to do
better the next time, since I hadn't been with a woman for years. She
accepted my apology with more kissing that lasted for two hours. When I got
home wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Milo said that I looked like I
had been ridden hard, and put away wet. That comment was typical of his
personality.

I gave Mike a few days' notice, and asked him to reach out to players that
are likely to return, and invite them for a casual pre-season meeting here
to discuss the changes. It could be late Friday afternoon, and I will
provide pizza, and we could hold it in the barn. I told him that if we can
get the returning boys onboard with the changes, the other players will
follow along, or they won't be on the team. It is either all or nothing,
and we can't have any dissention. Mike said that as much as they love
sucking cock, it should be an easy sale.

Jeanie wants me to come over on Friday night, and I told her it might be
mid evening, because of the meeting in the barn. I told her that I might
bring Martin with me, since he knows her boys, unless he wants to stay for
the social part of the meeting. There was only two players that couldn't
come because they were on vacation. Some boys decided not to play in their
senior year, so they could focus on grades. Twelve boys came, and most of
them will be Juniors and Seniors, which is good because they have
experience. Our high school is too small to have a Junior Varsity team, so
the only football team is open to all of the high school grades. Martin
will be a freshman, so he can try out for the team.

We had a zoom meeting with all of the coaches, and I told them that our
cheerleaders will also be part of the aftergame sex. They will need to get
their cheerleaders to buy in also, and verify they are on birth control to
avoid liability. I will also tell Jeanie the same thing for her
females. According to my sons, most of the girls, even before they get to
high school, are on the pill. That was part of the middle school sex
education. Middle school here encourages same sex exploration by students
to limit pregnancies, and if a middle schooler does have penetrative sex,
it needs to be anal, just like the boys doing boys. By the time our kids
get to high school they are well versed in same sex activities, which is
true of high schoolers everywhere, but our school system is very
proactive. Elsewhere it may only be encouraged by the boy and girl
scouts. The coaches agreed that they haven't gotten any push back by
parents, because they blame the changes on the Governor's office.

Many of the boys that came for the meeting used ride sharing, so there were
only a few cars in my driveway. The boys were excited to be reunited with
the other players from last year. Milo play last year as the back-up
quarterback, so he was well known. This was the first time for Martin to
meet them, and they treated him like a little brother. I addressed them
first and told them about the mandate to reduce injuries, like the one that
sidelined Mike. I told them that I got together with the other coaches in
the county, and we all agreed to follow the new concepts. I said that I
know from my three sons, that teenage boys are motivated by the opportunity
of sex, and we have created a new football motivation. The winning team
gets to fuck the losing team. I paused and let that sink in. One boy, as if
a light just came on, asked what if we lose. I said then you and your other
teammates will suck cock and get fucked.

I held my hand up and said, don't act like you haven't done this before. I
know a lot of you, and every one of you are well trained cocksuckers, and
more than happy to do it. To sweeten the deal, I told them that the same
applies to the coaches.... And the cheerleaders ! Everyone will be
available for sex, so if you win, and you have the hots for one of the
cheerleaders, you can find out how well she sucks dick, and if she puts
out. That added smiles on all of their faces, and I added that after the
losing team provides sexual relief, the party is open to everyone on both
teams. We will even park RV's by the football field for longer term
enjoyment, in case you want to spend an hour, or all night with your sex
partner, whether it be a boy or a girl. I believe that after everyone is
naked, you won't care if someone sees you sucking cock, or fucking
somebody, because it will be all around you, with 40 or 50 people involved.

I said that as much as some parents would like to join in, they are not
invited, so everyone can be relaxed. Remember that a gentleman does not
talk about who did who, after they leave. You need to respect everyone
there. I said now, I want to talk about the rule changes to keep you all
healthy. First and most importantly, any player that acts aggressively will
be benched for the rest of the game. Only clean tackles and take downs will
be tolerated, and if a player targets someone like the quarterback, with
his fist, shoulder, or helmet, it will be the end of his season.

One boy said, wow that's strict ! I told him that is intentional, so
another boy doesn't get a helmet to his knee like my son did. I said to
eliminate facemask violations, we are deleting them. It will help the
players visibility, and allow him the kiss another player. Another boy
said, ewww, kiss another guy. Mike jumped in and said, if you kiss a player
on the other team, it is less likely that he will hurt you. You can even
grope his junk, and wrap your arms all around him, after the ball is
hiked. I jumped in and said that we are deleting jock cups, so you can more
clearly see another players dick, and if you grope it just right it will
get hard. I asked, have you ever tried to run with a hard on ? Groping
another boy on our team or the other team is ok. Also, you can tell the boy
that you are groping, that you can't wait to suck his cock, after the game.

Let us give you an example so you can see. Mike and Milo stand across from
each other, and when I yell hike, you can try to block the other player. I
yelled hike, and they jumped out of their 3 point stance, and wrapped their
arm around each other, and Mike kissed him deeply, and Milo responded by
kissing him back while arms are locked up. Everyone saw Mike gently groping
his brother's junk, while they kissed, until I blew the whistle. I told
everyone that if you do it right, you could run any play next to your
opponent. To no surprise, you could see that Milo had an erection. I said
that just like before, you can't wrap up a guy from behind... no matter how
nice his ass looks. That got a few laughs.

I heard a honk, and that meant the pizza arrived, I told them that Martin
and I have another commitment, and we need to leave, but this was a helpful
meeting. The Pepsi and pizza will keep them busy for a little while, and we
drove over to Jeanie's house. Martin and I had a snack before the boys
showed up, so we aren't that hungry.

Jeanie answered the door, and her twins rushed up behind her to great
Martin. They were dressed like little schoolgirls, with a pleated skirt and
white blouse with a peter pan collar, and Mary Jane shoes. I joked that
they didn't have to dress up just for us, and Jeanie said that they love
dressing up, and always look this cute. I saw Skye showing Martin that they
didn't wear panties, by flashing his bare butt. They sat in front of the tv
and loaded up a video game. Jeanie and I went into the kitchen to chat and
have a glass of wine. We just sat at her kitchen island.

After we toasted the evening, I told her about the zoom call with the other
coaches, where I told them that we want the cheerleaders involved in the
aftergame fun, and they all felt that it wasn't a problem to convince their
young ladies to join in. I also told her that it was decided that any
females participating needs to be on birth control pills because of
liability. We wouldn't want any girl to get pregnant at a school sponsored
event. She joked that her girls (Skye and Shelly) won't have that problem,
short of a miracle.

I told her that we just had a meeting with some of the returning players,
and it went well. As expected, some boys didn't like the idea of kissing
another boy, in front of people, but my two boys gave them a demonstration,
and how effective it can be. Jeanie said that she can think of a cheer to
use, saying "Kiss em' back, Kiss em' back, waaay back". We both
laughed. She said that she is going to come up with some new cheers. I told
her that she is more than just a smokin' hot body, with cheers like that. I
got a pretty nice kiss from her, for that comment, and she was snuggling up
next to me.

Jeanie said that before she drags me to bed for more heated sex, she has
something for me to see. She said that her boys have been practicing for
the games. I said they have some cheer routines, and she said no, they have
been practicing for the aftergame party. She told her two boys to get up on
the sofa, and bend over so we can see your pussies. They lifted up their
skirt showing their bare butt. She said that the both wanted you (Mark) to
test out how good a fuck they are, but I told them that I want to save some
of your sperm for me, so Martin you can fuck Shelly, and your dad can fuck
Skye. I shrugged why not, and undid my slacks, and Martin followed my
example. We were both hard from just the thought of fucking these twin
boys, and our cocks slid in easily. Martin is a few inches shorter than me,
but his almost 6 inch cock is still respectable for his age, and Shelly was
making happy noises. Jeanie spurred us on by saying to fuck the little
bitches good. They are mommy's little sluts, and I love them for being
that. She asked if she could take a few phone pics, and I nodded yes, as I
was pounding her son's little girly ass. She said this is so hot, a father
and son fucking her twin boys. Martin and I were holding on to their hips,
and drilling them hard, much to the vocal happiness of the two young
boys. Being in the SissyBoy magazine and video prepared them to be cute
young fucktoys, to any male wanting to mount them.

Martin came first with his cock buried deep in Shelly, and the noises they
made, got my rocks to shoot off inside of Skye. Father and son were both
winded, as we backed away. Jeanie told Martin to make sure all of that cum
in them, gets eaten out. Jeanie grabbed my hand, and said now it's my turn,
as we went into her bedroom.

Stay tuned, for Part 2