Date: Wed, 01 Aug 2018 04:37:33 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: A dearth of good pussy (Adult Youth/Authoritarian)

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction and not based on any real events. Do not
read this story if you're under eighteen. All characters in this story are
eighteen and over. Please respect all local laws and always obtain consent
before engaging in anything sexual. Drunk people and people on drugs may
not be able to consent. Be cautious and respectful.

Like most of my stories, this has a lot of character building. Fair
warning, it takes a while before there's sex.

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gets a lot of interest, I'll try to write more of it.

A Dearth of Good Pussy

My wife and I separated a few years ago. She had been coming in late and I
kept seeing her talking to this African-American guy in town.

Not only were they fucking, she got knocked up. When the baby of an Irish
couple comes out mocha, you know it's time for someone to move on.

I left that shitty little town in Nebraska and accepted a coaching position
in Chicago.

Danny loved it. The city was a busy place and the kid spent every weekend
doing something interesting. There was always a game to go to or motor
cross or a truck rally or something. He also had a thing for Asian girls so
we wound up in Chinatown a lot. Kid's spank bank was probably full thanks
to those trips.

I had to make occasional trips back to Lansing, Nebraska. We hadn't been
able to sell our house there so I wound up renting it out furnished. That
meant occasional trips in for maintenance, inspection, etc. Sometimes,
Danny came to see his mom.

This time, he didn't.

One of the things I learned quick after my divorce was shit was different
when you were older with a kid. I used to be a pussy magnet and the most I
spent on a date was twenty bucks. Now, I could spend two hundred on a night
out and not even get my dick sucked.

There was a dearth of good pussy willing to put out for a broke high school
coach.

So I stopped dating and became best friends with my right hand. I figured
it wasn't right to waste money trying to get laid that Danny might need for
college or just having fun.

I'm not ugly. I still have a full head of brown hair and turn fifty next
next year. I used to be a lineman so have a big build. I'm 6'3 and 240. I
keep it at least half muscle by working out with the freshmen every year
until they get the routine down. My dick is uncircumcised and nearly eight
inches.

But this is really about my trip back.

Our house in Lansing was empty. The tenants had moved out and I decided to
take the opportunity to repaint the place and do some minor repairs. Danny
stayed in Chicago with some kid from his anime club.

I spent the first couple of days painting and then decided to go check out
the local high school baseball team. They were playing our old rivals, The
Salem Buccaneers, and I figured it'd be a good game.

It was. One of my son's former friends I used to coach, Riley, was a
madman. He got three home runs and pitched a near shut out.

He was definitely headed for the majors.

After the game, I decided to meet the coach and say hi to Riley. I waited
around and saw the rest of the team leave. But no Riley or Coach.

The locker room was empty.

I heard a moan. I was super fucking curious now and headed to the office
area. It was locked, but I still had a key from when I used it.

I was not prepared for what I saw.

Their coach, who had to be around sixty-five and had grey hair and was
chubby, was naked. He was laying back in a chair with his eyes closed. In
front of him was one of his players, still in his mud covered uniform. He
was jacking his coach off while he licked his balls.

As I watched, he took the man's dick in his mouth and placed his coach's
hands on his head.

Then he got throat fucked.

I watched him choke and gag as the older man fucked his hips up and held
the boy's head down. I saw the kid gulp as the man groaned, jizzed in his
mouth, and then pulled out and shot on his face.

As the kid caught his breath, he turned his head and saw me.

I held a finger to my lips to shush him.

Then I left.

I dont know if I was I more shocked I was hard or that Riley was a cum
eating faggot.



Riley knocked on my door an hour or so later. He was still in his
uniform. Still dirty. Still looked all boy. But he was a faggot and now I
knew it.

I pulled the door open and let him in.

I looked at him for a minute after I closed the door. He looked almost the
same as when I coached him in little league. He had the same wavy brown
hair and hadn't grown much taller. He was maybe 5'8 and probably 135 or so
soaking wet. I had never noticed he had green eyes or long eyelashes
before.

I wanted to think the best of the kid. He had practically lived at our
house for years.

So I said, "If he made you do that, I won't say anything to anyone. I'll
just beat the shit out of him and make sure he leaves you alone."

He whispered, "He didn't."

Then he told me the whole story.



Coach Heilman came to town right after Riley's dad had died. When he heard
what had happened, he started going out of his way to help Riley out. He
gave him a job mowing his lawn. He spent hours coaching the kid after
school. He helped him workout and took him to games. He bought him dinner
and videogames. He was almost a stranger, but Riley said he stepped up and
became like his dad.

One day, Coach Heilman was driving him home from an away game. Heilman's
wife had cancer and he pulled over at a park. Riley said he saw Heilman cry
for the first time and it freaked him out.

Then he said Coach looked at him for a minute and asked Riley what he would
be willing to do for him to make him feel better.

Riley said anything.

And then, right there in the car in the park, Coach Heilman took his shorts
down and reached out for the back of Riley's head. He pulled it down to his
cock and told Riley to suck.

Afterwards, he explained to Riley it wasn't gay. He just needed a mouth and
Riley owed him and wanted him to feel better. Heilman said with his wife
sick and him spending so much time and money on the boy, it was the least
Riley could do. So, anytime they were alone, Riley knew he was probably
gonna eat dick.

The first few times Coach just laid back and grasped the boy's head. But
eventually, he was throat fucking the kid like a porn star.



I got Riley to call his parents and say he was staying the night with
Danny. His parents were thrilled. I decided right then to get real drunk. I
had a lot of conflict going on in my head. On the one hand, I knew and
liked Riley. Shit, he'd been one of my best players and had frequent
sleepovers with Danny for years. On the other hand, I wasn't queer and I
had made it a point to beat the shit out of every queer I'd met.

I got a bottle of whiskey and poured out ten shots. Then I got a six pack
of beer from the fridge.

I did the first five shots, then pushed the others at the boy.

Riley asked, "Are you going to say something?"

I shook my head and replied, "We are going to get drunk."

The kid couldn't hold his liquor. After the shots, he was slurring his
words.

We went out to the pool in the backyard, sat on the pool chairs, and had
the beers. He kept thanking me for how cool I was being.

I was thinking about his mouth. He had pink lips for a boy and perfect
white teeth. I also knew he could take a throat fuck.

Then the kid vomited. All over the lawn.

When he recovered, he seemed much clearer headed. I brought him some water
and helped him strip off his vomit and mud covered clothes. I went to get
clothes for him to put on, but then changed my mind when I saw him on the
pool chair.

He was naked except for his jock strap and laying on his stomach. He looked
up at me and smiled. His body was tight and toned. He was all boy and slim,
but young enough I knew I could enjoy him without feeling like I was
fucking a man.

Besides, he was a queer or close enough.

I stripped off my clothes and he looked confused. I think my dick size
shocked him.

I threw a few towels down so the concrete wouldn't hurt our knees.

Then I dragged him down until he was bent over the bottom of the chair.

I wanted to make sure I was clear with him. I wanted him to know what was
happening.

I said, "I've needed pussy and then you appeared, kid. I'm bigger than
Heilman so this might hurt."

He started to speak and I shushed him.

I continued, "I did at least as much for you as Heilman. Lay still and
this'll be over soon."

He relaxed his body then and said, "Yes, Coach."

I pulled his jock all the way down and off of him. His legs were too hairy
to be a girl's, but his butt and chest were smooth. I explored his tight
young body for a minute. I even grasped his cock for a second and jerked
him, but that didn't do anything for me.

His butt, though, that did.

I found it hard to believe Heilman had been up his ass. It was tight. I let
my spit dribble into his hole and massaged it in. I couldn't even get my
finger in at first.

He groaned everytime I tried.

I finally gave up on loosening him up. I spit in my hand and started
jerking off until I was rock hard. I hadn't nutted in so long my dick
became slick with precum quick.

I decided to just go for it.

I rubbed my hard dick against his asshole and then pushed.

It went in less than an inch. He made a weird gasp and cried out a
little. I looked around and waited for a neighbor to yell over the fence,
but it didn't seem like anyone had heard.

I leaned in and said, "Keep quiet, you dumb gay fuck. I'm doing you a
favor."

I pulled my clothes off the floor and put them under his head.

Then I told him, "Bite or scream into the clothes if you need to, but keep
it the fuck down otherwise."

He nodded. Then he piled the clothes under his face and stuffed my sweaty
t-shirt in his mouth.

I decided that was as much prep as he needed.

I pulled my dick out and then slammed it back in. Two or three inches made
it in. I could just hear him whimpering like a puppy.

Then I did it again. This time I grabbed his hips and pulled his ass back
as I pushed forward. He bucked like a bull this time. Six inches made it
in. I gave up kneeling and laid on top of him.

His body felt so small under me. It reminded me of the first girl I fucked
in eighth grade. My wife had always been chubby, but my first time was with
a girl who did ballet. I wrapped my right arm around his neck and used my
left to hold his hands together behind his back.

It made him a passive hole for me to fuck. I made it balls deep.

I moaned and sweated and rutted in the kid for what felt like an hour. He
groaned and moaned and screamed and even nutted once.

That felt incredible on my dick. It was like it was being squeezed extra
tight and massaged by his asshole.

It was all the roughest, nastiest fuck I've ever had and there was
something freeing about using a young homo this way.

I fucked so hard he was covered in my sweat and stink. I drooled and spit
on his face. I pinched his nipples and squeezed his sides and ass. I pulled
his hair.

And his asshole felt like slick tight velvet the whole time. It felt queer
to say it, but it was better any real pussy I had ever had.

And I liked the talking dirty and slapping and spanking him.

He would make a sound like it hurt and I'd grab him by the ears, slam in
harder, and tell him to stop being a goddamned pussy.

And he'd quiet down.

When I finally creamed his hole, I laid on top of him for a minute.

Then I realized I needed to piss and just let it go with my dick still in
him. I filled him with it.

I realized I had my own bitch and silently thanked Coach Heilman.



After I came and pissed in Riley, I had a cigar and watched him recover. He
didn't even make it to the house before having to squat and let my piss and
cum flow out his ass. Then he tenderly walked back to the pool chair and
pulled on his jockstrap. The rest of his clothes were in my washer.

I put out my cigar, stood up, and walked over to him. Then I helped him to
the pool shower and we rinsed off. Afterwards, I toweled us both off and
led him to the bedroom.



Riley



When Danny's dad caught me sucking Coach Heilman's cock, I thought I was
going to die. When he held up his finger to tell me to stay quiet, I was
just confused. I never imagined it'd lead to the best sex and relationship
I'd ever have.



To be continued... maybe?