Date: Wed, 31 May 2017 18:11:34 -0500
From: Gavin Mcinnis <mcinnis50@gmail.com>
Subject: Neighbor Taking Charge - Chapter 5

As Josh drove to the gym, he realized how nervous he was. He would be in
public, and Roger and his dad both acted like their dynamic shouldn't be
hidden.

Parking he noticed all the students interacting with each other. He saw a
pattern of playful teasing and deference between men as they walked, and
felt that he had simply taken that a lot farther. Or Roger had taken him a
lot farther, but who knows what these men do to each other in private of
they're comfortable with teasing and bullying in public.

Josh parked and started walking towards the gym entrance, unsure what Roger
and his dad had planned. As he got closer, though, he was stunned at what
he saw. Coach Foster was sitting on the stairs waiting, face stern as it
always was. It took Josh back to when he idolized Coach Foster, and was the
focus of all his sexual fantasies. Josh was stunned, but could not have
been more excited.

Josh ran up. "Coach Foster! It's Josh!"

"Hey sissy Joshy" Coach Foster answered. That name/ Coach Foster always
called Josh that. It brought back memories, and Josh reconnected with the
feeling of being pushed around by Coach, but loving the attention and
wanting so badly to please him. It was an amplified version of teasing and
bullying because it was someone with so much power over Josh. Not just
because he was Josh's coach- Coach Foster was also nearly 6'5, thick from
every angle, and with such an imposing expression. He pushed hard
on everyone- and was very successful at making them better. Coach used to
say "I don't care if it's allowed- I'll get what I want from you!" It was
sort of his catchphrase, and it always got whoever it was directed at to
step it up. Josh also jerked off so many times to that phrase, picturing
Coach fucking him in the showers, fucking him on the bench, fucking him on
the field, fucking him in his room. Josh remembered getting teased for
having a hard on after biology one day. The reason? He was picturing Coach
coming into class and fucking him in front of everyone.

"It's great to see you Coach"
"Yeah- I'm sure it is."

Coach's body kept the same gorilla appearance. Chest hair was curling over
his shirt, his dark curly hair had more gray in it now. His arms were even
more imposing, and his neck was stiff.

"So sissy-joshy, where is your dad?"

"I don't know Coach... is he coming here also?"

"He texted me to be here. I think he's coming. But do what I tell you- come
sit on my lap and tell me why you think he texted me."

Josh stood still- he was worried about how visible he was and how
vulnerable that made him feel in public.

Coach Foster went into his even sterner voice: "I gave you instructions!"
Josh quickly went and sat on his lap, facing his only coach, who put his
hands on Josh's lower back and gave an evil grin.

"No reason to hide here. Now tell me why your dad wanted us to meet?"

Josh started "I think he knew that I was always attracted to you..... and
that I always wanted to please you..... and that I'd let you push me..."
Coach interrupted- "So? What do I get out of that? Be honest- you don't lie
to your coach!"

As coach stared at Josh, Josh replied "I am turned on by serving men like
you. I'll do anything you want me to. Any kind of sex, any kind of work,
any kind of anything. I realized that I'm meant to serve men, and I want to
serve you. My dad wants me to do that, and if you want anything, my dad
wants you to take it from me."

A voice behind Josh said "That's right sissy-joshy. Did you already tell
him what you let your neighbor do? Or that you sucked off your own father?
And that you eagerly drank our piss?"

Josh turned around and saw his dad and Amy standing four feet away. Amy
smiled, clearly turned on by Josh's dad.

"Your own father Josh?! I could always tell you were the kind of pervert I
could use how I wanted. But hearing that brings out the animal in me- I
can't even imagine the things I'll do to you."

Josh's dad turned with Amy and said "well then you better get into the gym.
Roger likes a nice body, so work him out to exhaustion. He also likes men
dominating Joshy, so do anything else you want with him." They walked off
and Coach Foster turned Josh's head back. "Let's go in."

Inside, Coach told Josh to put on 35 lb weights on a bench press. As Josh
went Coach grabbed his waist, put a finger in his waistband and under his
jockstrap. "Do what you're told sissy-joshy..." Coach said. Josh went to
get the weights, but couldn't reach. He pulled harder and harder, hoping no
one would see, but certain it looked ridiculous. Coach let go and the band
loudly smacked his back as Coach let out a laugh. Josh got the weights and
Coach began his set. Coach told him to go next, and Josh went to wipe the
sweat away, but Coach told him to leave it.

Coach then went to the top of the bench while Josh did his set and squatted
until the pouch of his underwear was resting on Josh's face. Josh kept
going, and was motivated by the deep stench coming from his coach. Coach
made Josh wipe up the sweat before he did his next set.

Coach told Josh what weights to put on at each station and would do
something to bully Josh. At one, he lifted Josh's shirt so it looked like a
crop top. At another, he pulled down his shorts showing the world his jock
strap. At another he pinched his nipples repeatedly until Josh stopped
trying to move away from it. Josh could see all the students looking at
this display, but he knew that turned on Coach, and pleasing Coach was so
important to him.

It was also a pretty grueling work out. Coach was brutal as ever. Pushing
Josh on each set. It really wore him out.

Coach led them into the locker room. Coach lifted his arm and sniffed. "Oh
I stink!" Coach turned to Josh. "Come get a sniff of man. Josh walked up
and put his nose there and it was so pungent. Coach growled "Now show me
you'll do anything. Lick my pit in public."

Josh closed his eyes and started to lap at his pit. Coach laughed and put
his other hand on his neck, pushing him in closer. Coach put his arm down,
but kept Josh's mouth on his pit for about twenty seconds. It was
humiliating, but because it was Coach Foster, it was also a lifelong dream
for Josh. When his head came out, Coach spit on his face and wiped it into
his mouth with his hand.

Josh could see some guys looking at them. He knew they saw Coach as a stud,
bullying a younger smaller guy who let him because he is such a powerful
man. But he also worries about what came next. Showering with Coach Foster
was Josh's dream, but he felt like they had drawn so much attention that
they were sure to be caught. Coach took off his clothes, and down dropped
Coach's uncut, long, wide soft dick coming out past a thick bush of black
hair. It was honestly the biggest soft cock Josh had ever seen, in porn or
anywhere. Coach sat down and Josh undressed as he watched. Coach reached
out and smacked his ass. Then he reached and pinched his nipple. Then he
squoze Josh's balls and dick in his left hand. Josh saw Coach get hard and
his soft brown cock was now veiny, red, engorged with a  wet head pushing
past the foreskin. It was even bigger and wider than Josh imagined, and he
felt nervous about whether he could make it good for Coach considering how
huge he was. Josh slid down his jock strap, and Coach made him stop. He
grabbed his own underwear and put it in Josh's mouth. He then turned Josh
around and slid a finger inside him. Then another. Then another. Coach's
fingers were shockingly big, causing Josh to involuntarily scream. "That's
why I put my stinky underwear in."

Coach pulled out his fingers "Just wait until you feel..." Josh felt
something like a warm wet mason jar at his asshole. Coach's hands held his
hips tight and then it shoved in. Josh screamed. It was so much, so fast,
and Coach was sliding it in and out. The heat from his dick alone was
overwhelming Josh's senses.

Coach quickly got to pumping, and Josh felt the aggression from teasing and
bullying more intensely now. He bit hard on Coach's underwear now wet from
Josh's slobber. Josh was pushing back onto Coach so hard to stay in place,
but Coach was overpowering him. Soon his hands were against a tile wall,
trying to stop from crashing into it. But as Coach continued to pump,
Josh's body went right into it. Each thrust pushed him into it, and Coach
only got more aggressive as Josh's body slammed the wall. Each pump slammed
the front of Josh's jockstrap into tile, then Coach's dick would slide all
the way in in a third of a second and pull out even faster, pulling his
hips away from the tile. Soon Coach was groaning, and then held his dick
deep inside Josh, who felt hot bursts of come inside. Coach then got back
to thrusting and then held it inside again for more come. Then thrusting
again  and a final jolt of come.

Josh's body was slammed between the tile wall and Coach. Coach's chest hair
was coarse and rough, his body hard and heavy. Coach's sweat was all over
Josh and on the floor. Coach put his hands on Josh and slid his dick out,
and globs of come ran past the jock strap and down Josh's leg. Coach went
to the shower, Josh took off his jock and followed.

Coach causally showered, and Josh did also. Coach said "I know Roger. He'll
keep you in his stable of guys for maybe five years. Once he's done with
you, I plan on taking you." Josh smiled. "And I of course will do what I
want with you until then." Josh was so happy to hear Coach say this.

As they walked out of the shower Coach's huge soft dick was swinging
between his legs, and Josh's was bobbing up and down, fully erect. When
they got to their lockers, there were two campus security guards there
looking sternly at Josh.

"We were told there was inappropriate behavior going on here. Do you know
this boy Coach?"
Coach looked at him.

"Yeah- I used to Coach him. He's been working really hard to seduce me."
Coach grabbed his dick and rubbed it.

One guard said "Well that's not allowed in public spaces boy."

Josh saw both guards had outlines of hard dicks in their pants. He wanted
his own hard on to go down, but it refused. He wanted so badly to come, and
he felt his insides aching for more of Coach, Roger or even his dad to push
it out of him. Not jerking off did make him a lot hornier, but it made it
difficult to think of anything else.

Coach spoke "He's a good kid- just horny. Look at him.... he just wants men
to be rough with him. He's probably dying to take both of you at the same
time right now."  Coach's dick was once again hard and angry looking.

The guards said nothing, but Josh saw their dicks tenting their pants.
Coach spoke again.
"I have a key to the single changing room. How about we go in there and you
can have your way with him?"

The men stood there as Coach found his key. He opened a door, and they went
in. It was a small space, made smaller with Coach's massive frame. On guard
sat on the bench with his pants down, and Josh sat on his dick, bouncing
with his stiff dick swinging up and down. Coach put his hand on the other
guard, who opened his zipper and pulled out his dick. Coach put his other
hand on Josh and he stopped bouncing. The second guard leaned over and slid
his dick in, making Josh wince and moan. Coach took his hand from Josh's
shoulder and put it over his mouth.

The two men started to piledrive Josh's ass. The sitting guard was pumping
like a rabbit and the standing guard was fighting to match his pace. Both
men had their hands on Josh's hips and it felt like they were fighting for
who would put in a bigger load. The sitting one stopped pumping and started
to groan. The standing one said "oh fuck" and pushed his dick all the way
in and shuddered. They stayed there for a bit, as Josh felt them shooting
ropes of come inside him.

When they slid out of Josh, they pulled their pants up. Coach said "hope
that settles things, but feel free to give Josh a ticket if not. He still
seems intent on seducing me, so I'll need to fuck him again. And I want him
to take responsibility for that."

"You got it Coach." The men left the room and Coach lined his massive dick
up with Josh's ass. It slid in easier this time, especially with all the
come, but it was still thicker than the two dicks combined. Coach Foster
grabbed Josh roughly all over as he slid in and out. His hips pumped
rapidly and Josh could feel an orgasm building. Coach said "don't you come
unless I give you permission." Josh felt panic- his insides were ready to
explode, but he wanted nothing more than to make Coach happy. Coach leaned
up, which hit it even harder, and Josh was squeezing to not come and
reached down and pulled his balls down to stop the orgasm. It worked, but
barely. His balls kept movinf up and he had to pull so hard to bring them
back down.

Coach's dick was relentless, and Josh felt he was testing him. Josh
squeezed and pulled his balls and tried to ignore his Coach's rough hands
and coarse body hair and deep voice. But this made him notice other things,
like Coach's sex drive apparent in his rhythmic fucking, and the bush of
hair that was rubbing evrywhere outside of his hole, and Coach's heavy
balls knocking into Josh's hand that was desperately trying to keep his
balls down.

That last feeling changed slightly, and Josh could tell Coach was getting
closer to orgasm. They were still swinging, but higher and higher as the
pace got more brutal. Eventually Coach rammed it in and kept it there,
saying "Come now boy!"

Josh let go of his balls and they flew up as he felt lightheaded. His
insides felt like steel as Coach flooded him with more come. Josh felt his
insides clenching and smashing Coach's Rick hard cock. It was so
involuntary and so intense and Josh felt his insides, his dick, his
nipples, and the rest of his body shivering with pleasure. Out shot rope
after rope of come, hitting the wall and splattering. Coach was moving his
dick back and forth, but Josh could tell it wasn't moving inside of him- he
was moving with it. They stood still for a bit.

Coach laughed: "Looks like you're all clamped up. It's like when a dog is
breeding a bitch and she can't get away."

Josh felt his insides staying hard and tight, his testicles still as high
as they could go, and his dick felt like it needed to breath but couldn't
because it was so hard.

"We'll just stay here for a bit until you're done." Coach said. He then
reached towards Josh's nipples and twisted. Josh felt his insides
tightening even more and he winced. "That's it- I want you to learn to
control it. Learn to train your pussy so it can make men happy." Coach kept
on twisting, and Josh felt his insides lightening up a bit. Coach reach one
hand to Josh's dick, and flicked it, again making him wince and tightening
his insides, but as Coach continued, it felt more like a normal erection,
and his insides softened. After about a minute of this, Coach put one hand
over Josh's mouth. Josh yelled as Coach shoved his dick in hard, and it
finally moved. Coach then slid it out, as Josh's insides alternated between
clenching and spasming and releasing. Soon Coach's dick was out and Josh
lost his balance. He was so lightheaded he started to collapse and Coach
Foster caught him. Josh felt perfect and felt come trapped deep in his ass.

Coach sat him on the bench and stood up. Josh felt better as Coach opened
the door and went to their lockers. Josh soon got up and joined him. Coach
was dressed except for his shirt and he handed Josh a piece of paper.
"Looks like you got a ticket..." Josh put it in his bag and started to get
dressed. "It was just a warning, didn't even have your name on it."  Josh
smiled. "It would be fine either way Coach. I'd do it all again for you, no
matter the consequences."