Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2018 05:20:53 -0400
From: The Eagle <forbiddenwritings@gmail.com>
Subject: The Unforeseen Play -- Chapter One

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The Unforeseen Play -- Chapter One

Emmett Dykes heard the whistle blow from across the field, but he wasn't
finished yet. He just kept his head down and pushed his body harder. He was
always the first one on the field and the last one off. He knew his only
way out of small town America was to get to college, and he could only do
that with a football scholarship.

Being the oldest of two boys with a single mom meant there wasn't a lot of
money piling up somewhere that he could use for an education. He worked two
jobs to help his mom out. She had cried the day he came home and told her
he had found the second job that would let him work three afternoons a week
bagging groceries at the local merchant.

As he rounded the corner to turn back he noticed all of his teammates
packing up and heading toward the locker room. He would stay out here until
his workout was finished, not until a certain time had elapsed. His
dedication came through every time he hit the field, whether it was
practice or a game.

He believed, truthfully, that this is what made him the star quarterback
his sophomore year. For a while the seniors had resented him taking the top
spot on the team until they realized he truly did deserve it. He was the
only one who put the kind of time and effort into the game like he did.
Sure, the others trained hard, and they worked to uphold their part of the
game. Yet, none of them put in half the time training that Emmett did. As a
result, his body was in peak physical condition.

School, football, and his two jobs also kept his calendar full, so he could
avoid those awkward questions about girls and why he was perpetually
single. Another reason -- maybe the most important reason to Emmett -- to get
out of this tiny, closed-minded town and get onto a big campus where he
could get lost in the student body and truly begin exploring.

"Dykes! Let's go!" The loud thunder of the Coach Powell's voice carried
over the length of more than half the football field separating the two of
them.

"Almost finished, Coach!" He called back. He had two more laps to finish to
complete the cardio for the day. It would also give the locker room some
time to clear out so he didn't have to constantly think about quadratic
equations to keep his cock under control.

He may be the best quarterback their school had seen in more than five
generations, and he may hold two jobs while maintaining a straight A
average, but he was still a young man. He still had those urges and
desires. The urges and desires he felt were much different than what he had
heard about when his friends and teammates would joke around.

They'd talk about how the girls were growing into their bodies just like
they were all growing into their own. They'd joke about how they'd love to
take Mrs. Yarbrough home and what they'd do to her. Emmett had to agree
Mrs. Yarbrough, the senior history teacher, was the prettiest teacher at
the school by far. That's not what kept his cock leaking though.

When Emmett turned back to complete another lap he noticed Coach Powell
heading off to the locker rooms. It wasn't the first time he'd been left
alone on the field. He enjoyed it really. It gave him silence and time to
think. He'd figured out many problems while he was putting his body through
a strict physical conditioning. He always made sure to eat a proper diet
and rest between hard workouts so his body could heal and the muscle growth
could take place.

As he finished the last lap he began organizing an outline of what homework
needed to be completed that night. He had to make sure his brother, Alvin,
finished his homework also. Their mom wouldn't be home from the diner until
almost midnight. It had been that way since Emmett was old enough to stay
home alone. He'd make sure Alvin was fed, bathed, homework was finished --
and correct, and then put to bed.

Chemistry, Algebra, and U.S. History were the big topics to tackle that
evening as midterms were approaching and those classes each had lengthy
study guides to complete. Hopefully Alvin would be finished with his
homework and ready to eat by the time Emmett got home. He had started
teaching his younger brother how to cook simple things. So far he hadn't
burned their house down.

He smiled to himself as he finished the last leg of his final lap. Emmett
and Alvin had a great relationship. Where most brothers fought and would
avoid each other they were close. Since their father had been killed they'd
had to rely on each other. Emmett knew he could never be Alvin's father,
but he did always strive to be a good example.

The locker room was empty when Emmett arrived, and he said a quick prayer
of thanks. He unlocked his locker and threw his sweaty clothes into the
plastic bag he kept in his duffle bag. Laundry would have to be done soon.
He grabbed a towel on the way to the showers.

The water was refreshing as he washed away the sweat and dirt from his
workout. His muscles screamed in pain as he stretched them beneath the
liquid heat allowing them to relax. He quickly shampooed his hair and got
all of the important places. He didn't have the luxury of time to soak so
he rinsed off the suds and turned off the water.

He quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He used a
second to dry his hair as he made his way back to his locker. Somewhere on
the other side of the locker room he heard movement. The locker room wasn't
huge, but they did have four rows of lockers with a nice shower and enough
room that a football team or gym class full of growing boys didn't run all
over each other when they were dressing out.

He heard it again. Something from the other side near Coach Powell's
office. He was the last one there, or he should have been. He slipped on
his clean jockstrap and wrapped the towel around him again before going to
investigate. The light in Coach Powell's office was still on. Maybe Coach
was still there, but he had to make sure.

He crept closer and closer not hearing anything else. Then he heard a
creaking noise from the other room, close to the wall between Coach's
office and the showers.

When he moved closer to the open door of the office he almost shot a load
all over the tile floor. Coach Powell was stepping out of the adult showers
completely naked. If Emmett ever had a problem, it was surely solved in
that moment. No, girls didn't interest him, but the sight of his beefy,
muscled bear of a coach answered all of his questions. That's what he
desired.

Emmett stood frozen unable to make his feet move as Coach Powell dried
himself off and then walked over to the mirror hanging in his office. He
combed his hair seemingly unaware that Emmett was sizing him up less than
ten feet away just on the other side of the door.

He couldn't believe the Coach just stood there completely naked and so
comfortable in it. Maybe it was perhaps he thought he was alone, or maybe
some guys just had that level of confidence. Many of Emmett's teammates
would parade around the locker room naked proudly. Emmett never had that
desire. He was always terrified he would throw a major erection.

Just as he was now.

He reached down and gripped his hard-on through the towel and jock strap
giving it a light squeeze. The pleasure raced through his crotch and up his
spine until his brain was foggy. He knew this feeling well. The one that
threw all rational thinking out the window and gave his dick complete
control until it had want it wanted.

Stupidly Emmett stepped into Coach Powell's office rather than run the
other way. That would have made more sense. He could have stopped at that
private spot he went to sometimes on his way home to rub one out while
thinking about this. He'd have spank bank material for years after seeing
his Coach's ass and muscled back. He had yet to see the front, but he had a
feeling it would not be a disappointment.

Coach Powell turned, and they made eye contact. Emmett's hand was still on
his cock, and now he was unable to move. Fear gripped Emmett by the throat
making him unable to speak. He felt the deep plunge in the pit of his
stomach. After all these years of being so careful, he let his cock take
control one time and now he was going to have a world of trouble.

"What are you doing, Dykes?" Coach Powell asked. His eyes were large
rounded blue pools of curiosity as they stared at each other.

"Coach?" Emmett's mind was so foggy he tried to find words. Any words.
Coach Powell smiled and walked closer to him. Emmett had been correct: the
front did not disappoint. The most shocking is seeing the Coach's cock
growing also. Could it be?

"Dykes?" Coach Powell's voice was much lower and deeper this time. "Is
there something you want to tell me?"

Emmett didn't respond. He watched in horrified fascination as Coach Powell
stopped right in front of him and the kneeled before him. What a fucking
power rush! Coach's fingers moved to the towel still wrapped around his
body and tugged. The cloth pooled on the floor around Emmett's feet.

The obscene bulge in his jockstrap had never seemed so big to Emmett before
that moment. In all of his seventeen years he couldn't remember anything as
exciting as this moment. That is until Coach Powell moved forward and began
lightly chewing on his shaft still wrapped in his jock.

"Oh God." Emmett lightly moaned and threw his head back. He couldn't handle
that. It was too much. Seeing this massive, furry beast kneeling and
worshipping his teen cock? It. Was. Too. Much.

Emmett felt it already. Coach Powell sensed it. How had he known it would
happen already? Exactly how many cocks had he worshipped to know exactly
when the orgasm would come?

Coach yanked the jockstrap down and wrapped his lips around the thick head
of Emmett's dick just before he began to unleash. Emmett grabbed the
Coach's head and thrust forward. Something deep and primal drove him
forward and he knew exactly what to do. He was going to breed his Coach's
throat.

It almost seemed to be over before it began. The shots fired up through his
cock with painful intensity. He'd never had anyone's mouth on his cock
before, let alone feed his Coach his teen cum. To his credit, Emmett fed
him a very healthy load. As if his balls had been waiting for this very
moment to completely drain, even though he made sure they were emptied at
least once a day. He was an all-American, red-blooded teenage male, what
could he say?

"Thanks, Dykes. That was delicious." Coach Powell said standing to his
feet. He smiled, and Emmett felt his insides melt again. He stared at the
Coach and he knew it was far from over.

In one movement Coach pushed Emmett backward into the office door. It
closed with the force of two male bodies slamming up against it. Coach
Powell pressed his rock-hard, muscled body into Emmett. Their mouths met in
fiery passion. Emmett sucked Coach Powell's tongue into his mouth and they
both moaned. He hung onto the Coach's hard body for dear life, because if
he hadn't been wedged between him and the door he would have crumbled to
the floor.

The floor where his towel and jock were now waded up and forgotten. Emmett
reached down, and Coach Powell gasped before thrusting his dick into
Emmett's hand. It wasn't as big as Emmett's, but it was very thick. He
liked that even more. He could barely make his finger and thumb meet around
the thickest part. Precum oozed out onto his palm and Coach Powell released
his mouth.

"Taste it." He encouraged. A small smear of the slimy cock nectar was
splashed across Emmett's first two fingers. He looked into Coach's deep
blue eyes again and he saw those pools of fiery water. His nostrils flared
as his breathing became more strangled. Emmett could feel his warm breath
on his face as the two fingers slowly slid into his mouth.

The flavor was salty. Not as salty as he had tasted from his own piss slit
at times, but still the flavor was addicting. He reached down again and
swiped his finger across his Coach's dick head. Another large splash came
back with his fingers. This time he wiped it on his tongue and lips. The
flavor was the same, but now Coach Powell was going to try it.

He leaned forward, and Coach took the hint. He brought their mouths
together and they shared the pre-cum. Coach Powell reached down and lifted
Emmett into his arms. The man was a beast. Emmett was all of at least
two-hundred pounds of solid muscle. He held the routine to keep himself in
powerful shape, yet Coach Powell picked him up like he was one of those
slutty cheerleaders always begging with their eyes.

"Coach!" He exclaimed.

"I've got you, stud. The star player on my team must be kept happy." He
said carrying him over to the large sofa he had in his office. Emmett had
spent many days, evenings, and Saturdays here reviewing game film with
Coach Powell to see how the team could get better results. Now it was going
to be his new favorite spot for an entirely different reason. He laid him
back on the sofa and climbed over him.

"Want to taste a man's cock?" He asked as he settled with his dick right in
Emmett's face.

The only answer he gave was staring up into his eyes as he opened his mouth
and accepted Coach Powell's fat dick. They both moaned when contact was
made. Emmett dove wanting all of him inside his mouth. At the same time
Coach Powell thrust into the liquid heat of his quarterback's mouth. The
simultaneous actions caused Emmett to gag on the fat invader. It was a
glorious Heaven for him.

"Easy, Dykes. You don't have to take it all at once. You're still the
champion."

Encouragement always worked for Emmett. He opened him mouth again and this
time let Coach Powell be the driving force. He slowly accepted more of that
dick than he realized he could. He just relaxed and let Coach feed him. It
was better than he could have imagined. Something deep inside of him began
to unhinge as he enjoyed every moment of this encounter.

With Emmett sitting on the sofa, and Coach Powell leaning over him it was a
prime opportunity. He reached up and felt the low-hanging hairy balls Coach
Powel was sporting. It was so incredible feeling the weight of them knowing
they were full of prime beast sperm. Something he craved to try for the
first time in his life: a load that he didn't produce himself.

He'd probably drank gallons of his own jock seed, but he'd never had the
opportunity in this tiny closed-minded town to taste anyone else's let
alone drink a full load.

"Play with those hairy nuts, Dykes." Coach Powell's voice was low and had a
strangled growl to it. He instantly decided that was the hottest thing he'd
ever heard. He could hear the power in the man's voice. That same power he
often heard on the field when he was directing plays from the side lines,
but now he was directing a completely different kind of play.

Just when he was starting to really get the hang of opening his throat for
the fat dick swinging between his Coach's legs it was gone. It was a little
unsettling how quickly he moved. Emmett watched as the man moved to the
other end of the sofa. Instead of sitting down beside Emmett he laid
himself across the arm with his ass up in the air.

What an ass it was.

"Hungry, boy?" That same growl reached right inside of Emmett and pulled
him up behind Coach Powell. The tight bubble-butt before him was primed for
sex. "I want your tongue on that hole."

Say no more.  He dove in. Just like the hours of porn he had watched he
knew the theory of how to lick and eat a tight hole, but now he was going
to get the experience first-hand. Thank God he had already shot one load,
because seeing this firm, hairy, Coach pussy was enough to send another
wave of swimmers flying.

He leaned in and the smell of soap filled his senses. He could tell Coach
had spent some time on this prime-A man hole. The first swipe was
tentative. Even with the hours of film review he had put in watching porn
locked in his bedroom at home, the idea of actually putting his tongue on
another man's anus was a little out there. Even for Emmett.

It didn't take long for that to disappear though. The careful swipe he
glanced across the man's waiting hole caused a deep moan. Emmett loved
that! He realized he really did like making the Coach a slut. It wouldn't
only be his tongue that invaded this beefy hole today.

"Oh fuck!" Coach Powell pushed back onto Emmett's tongue when he made
contact again. Emmett pulled the beefy globes apart and saw the tight
pucker rimmed in fine, dark hair just waiting to be opened up.

"That's a nice pussy, Coach."

"All for my star quarterback." The man moaned, and Emmett drove his tongue
up again.

The fit was tight even for his tongue, but Emmett was no quitter. He
reached down and grabbed Coach Powell's engorged erection and began to milk
it as his tongue pushed farther inside. He felt the cock in his hand pulse
as he pushed farther and began a true tongue lashing of that tight hole.

"That's so fucking good, Dykes. Don't stop!" He heard the muffled
encouragement from the edge of the couch. Happy with himself he squeezed a
little tighter on that dick.

He moved his mouth down and began to suck on Coach Powell's hairy,
low-hanging nuts. That brought a much louder moan. Just when he thought
he'd found it something pulled away again. Unable to let his curiosity rest
he pulled back and saw the pucker wink at him.

"Hungry pussy, Coach?"

"Fuck, kid. It's been way too long since Coach has had a dick, and even
longer for one your size." As if to prove his point Coach Powell reached
back and grasped Emmett's cock tightly. He gasped, and Coach Powell caught
him in a furious kiss. It was a dream come true. He sucked on his tongue
and felt Coach Powell feed him even more, exploring his mouth. Wanting to
taste himself on his young, jock player.

He pushed Emmett back a little and then laid down across the sofa on his
back. He pulled his legs up to his chest. Coach's pussy opened even wider
at this angle, and Emmett was not going to let this opportunity go to waste.

Not after he had spent his entire lifetime trying to hide who he really
was. He felt the dam release and the water began to rush through all of the
barriers he had put up around himself in fear. There was no fear at this
moment.

His balls tightened when Coach Powell grinned at him. He was as if he knew
that something had been caged inside of Emmett and he was releasing it. A
fierce beast even Emmett didn't know he had inside of himself.

"Dykes, it's time to fuck your Coach."

The words were sent from heaven. He knew that somewhere God was smiling at
him and giving him the opportunity he never imagined he would have here in
his own home-town.

"Grab the lube from my desk." Coach Powell said. He sounded as if he needed
it just as bad as Emmett did. Emmett was up and over to Coach Powell's desk
in a flash. "Top drawer."

The small bottle of lubricant didn't seem like enough for the way he was
feeling, but logic did not factor in at that moment. As he settled back
onto the sofa kneeling behind Coach Powell he realized what was about to
happen and he could barely contain himself. He smeared a small amount of
lube onto the puckered anus and the grown man moaned in front of him. It
was so hot.

He moved closer and the heat of Coach's body engulfed him. He pushed
forward tentatively and the head of his dick slowly pushed inside. The
tight grip of the man was mind-blowing. He couldn't stop. He felt a moan
rip from his own throat as he slowly, with determined gentle force, pushed
all of the way inside.

"Take it easy, Dykes. Let me get used to you."

Emmett held still, and just enjoyed the tight grip around his cock. It made
him grow even bigger he was sure. He knew he was well-equipped, but he
couldn't remember feeling this big in his entire life.

Then it happened. Coach Powell moved forward and then back again.

"Oh my God!" Emmett almost lost it.

"Feel Coach fuck himself on that big dick!" He pushed back again and took
all that Emmett had to offer. It was the best feeling in the world.

Emmett thrust forward this time and they both moaned at the quicker
invasion. He felt it building. He increased the pace now unable to stop
himself.

"Yeah, fuck me boy!" Coach was loving it too.

"Going to fill you up, Coach."

"Yeah, fill me up with that jock seed. Give Coach what he really wants."

That was all it took. He thrust violently twice more, and the explosion
began. He held Coach Powell's hips tightly as he unloaded deep within his
guts. It felt like a huge load even though he'd already spilled one. He
collapsed onto Coach's sweaty body. It felt right.

When he caught his breath he slowly pulled himself out, and a large belch
of jock cum flowed out of Coach Powell's ass. It was an incredible sight.

Emmett saw he was still hard. It was time to make Coach feel as good as he
did. He dove down and took the Coach into his mouth.

"Oh, Dykes. That's a good boy. Filling Coach up and then sucking his dick.
Yeah. Suck this man cock into your jock throat."

He gripped Emmett's head and began to thrust deeper into his mouth. Emmett
wanted it all. He relaxed and pushed down.

"Goddamn!!!!" Coach exclaimed and then flooded the back of Emmett's throat
with a healthy load of mature seed. He tried to swallow every drop, but he
was not the seasoned expert Coach Powell was. About half of the load made
its way into Emmett's belly and the other half spurted out around his lips
and the shaft of Coach's dick. It was incredible.

"Fuck yeah!" Emmett exclaimed once he came up gasping for air. Coach Powell
pulled him down and they made out sharing the salty load Coach had just fed
to him. Emmett felt Coach's fingers beginning to tease his ass, but he
wasn't sure he was ready for all of that.

"That was incredibly hot." A deep voice said behind them.

Emmett jumped like he had been shot. He turned and saw Coach McElhaney.

"Coach Mac?" Emmett felt the fear grip his throat again as he stood there
naked and dripping cum from his semi-hard cock.


To be continued...

Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it, and you're ready for
the next chapter. Many things happen in our every day lives that shape how
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