Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2020 09:37:42 -0800
From: Ritch M <dcrichpup@gmail.com>
Subject: Rich Boy Slut - 17

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By his second year of high school Ritch was well established as the cock
whore for several of the varsity and JV teams. Towards the end of the
football season, it seemed the coach was keeping a watchful eye as
one-by-one players would head to the stalls after a game. After a while the
line would disappear and the small blond assistant team manager would
emerge looking a bit disheveled.

He was pleased with the work the boy did for the team as well as his
performance as a cornerback on the JV squad. More than once he
absentmindedly ran a finger over the bulge in his shorts at seeing the boy
walk away from the area of the toilet stalls to finish his duties after a
big win. The coach couldn't shake the thoughts from his head, but did start
keeping tabs on the boy.

 Wrestling was Ritch's preferred sport. Not only from the close contact
with his opponent and the inevitable hard cock grinding his ass in a match,
but the feeling of pinning or getting pinned. As much of a bitch as he was,
he never threw a match to feel someone holding him down. He fought each
time to win and did quite well. His small size and speed were used as an
advantage against taller opponents in his weight class.

Ritch often practiced with guys from the groups above his. It was rare he
could pin any of them, but he could sometimes beat them by scoring more
points in a match.

Two juniors on the team stayed after practice to put in a little extra work
with him. The trio waited until the others had left before returning to the
mat room. They ran through some of their regular drills with a few
non-standard moves included.

The biggest of the three was a muscular six foot tall black stud named
Charlie. He was a member of the football team and played several other
sports. His ripped muscles fascinated Ritch every time he got a chance to
worship his teammate's body. The guy sported a nice seven and a half inch
dick. The other guy was Javier, a Hispanic jock who also played on the
baseball team with Ritch. His five foot ten inch body towered over the
blond sophomore who loved to wrap his lips around the coke can thick five
inch uncut cock.

The guys had been practicing for around thirty minutes when black stud took
his position behind the small blond who dutifully waited on all fours. The
older teen ground his hard cock against the white boy's ass for a moment
before they started their match. The blond did his best, but after a long
official practice session, was getting tired and fell victim to his
teammate's strength. His back was pinned to the mat with a hard cock once
again grinding on him.

They traded off and Javier guy took position with the younger player.
Again, it wasn't long before an exhausted Ritch was on his back with a hard
cock pressing against him, separated only by their uniform.

The two juniors knew their training partner was done, with wresting
practice at least. All three slid their singlet off their shoulders. A
smile was shared between the older pair.

"One more time. Get in position." Charlie was giving the orders and Ritch
dropped to all fours without complaint.

The black stud moved behind the blond, grabbed him at the waist and shoved
the singlet below the narrow hips. Javier took position at Ritch's face,
hooking his own uniform below his hanging balls and offering his sweaty
cock to the waiting mouth. Charlie hawked up some spit which landed with
force on the upturned ass. He rubbed his cock through the viscous fluid
before adding a little more.

"Best part of these special practices." Charlie began to press as the head
popped into the hungry hole.

Javier slid his cock into the moaning mouth. "Been hard not busting my nut
each time I rub against his hole. Fuck I need this."

The pair setup a good rhythm as they took the blond at both ends. Neither
was going to last long, but it didn't matter. This part of the practice was
a reward for all three.

"You did good today, white boy. If we'd been in a competition, you might
have beaten me in points. I know you're gonna trash your opponent at the
meet next weekend."

"And after you win, you can suck my sweaty, uncut, Latin cock until I'm
ready to fuck your tight ass."

The pair high-fived as they spit roasted the younger teen.

Charlie picked up speed. "Fuck, I need to nut. May give you a longer fuck
later, but I need to cum."

Javier grabbed the blond hair and also sped up. "Gonna feed you a load of
Mexican salsa soon."

With a roar, Charlie shoved his cock in balls deep and bred the bitch. That
was enough to put Javier over the edge as his load fired off down the
siphoning throat.

The door to the mat room opened and an imposing figure filled the
doorway. "What the hell is going on here? Get off him!"

The two juniors scrambled away from their bitch who slumped to the floor,
exhausted.

Coach stalked into the room as two of his players jumped to their feet.
"Don't fuckin' move. Stay right where you are." He knelt beside the blond,
noticing line of cum across the boy's face. "Are you okay, son?"

"I'm fine, Coach."

"In my office. NOW! If you run, I'll have the police out looking for you
before you can get off campus." The large man helped the small teen up and
guided him to his office.

Once the door was closed he turned to his two juniors. "One of you want to
tell me what was going on?"

"We'd been helping him with some extra training so he'd kill it at the
meet." Charlie started.

"Don't be dumb. You know what I mean." The coach was glaring, but something
in the back of his mind wondered about the blond. "Why were two of my best
wrestlers raping the smallest guy on the team? Why shouldn't I call the
police right now and have your asses thrown in jail and expelled from this
school?"

"They didn't rape me coach." Ritch defended his teammates. "They didn't
force me to do anything."

"What are you saying?"

"I offered to do that if they'd help me train. I wanted to make sure I
could win to make you proud, sir."

"You offered?"

"Yes, Coach."

"And you two thought it was a good idea to use a teammate like that?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. He can't get knocked up." Charlie
made the mistake of smirking which earned him a harsh glare.

"Coach, it's my fault, not theirs. I offered to suck their dick if they'd
train me. I told them they could have my ass too if that's what it took for
me to win. It's my fault. They didn't make me do anything."

The big black man was leaning against his desk. A finger absentmindedly
moved a little over the thick tube hidden behind his shorts. He looked down
at the small blond sitting in front of him still with a line of cum on his
face. The man's cock was growing in length.

"You two wait outside. I want to talk to him alone for a moment. Remember,
if you take off I'll have the cops on your ass faster than you can run."

"Yes, Coach." The pair went out into the locker room and waited on a bench
by the door.

"Now, with them gone you can tell me what really happened." He carefully
eyed the young teen before him.

"Really, Coach, I asked them to do it."

"So you give up your mouth and ass to your teammates if they help you
train?"

"If it helps the team, it's worth it, sir. I... I like it when they do,
sir."

"The guys on the football team. The ones waiting to use the head after the
game. You're back there? Aren't you?" Pieces seemed to be falling into
place in his mind. Actions of the team around the small white boy made
sense now. "You're blowing the team after we win?"

Ritch hung his head. He was afraid this was going to get back to his
father. "Yes, Coach. I do whatever I can to help the team. It makes them
happy and they play harder."

"You're their reward for a victory?"

"Yes, sir."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"It started in middle school, but there's a lot more guys to take care of
here."

"And you do this freely? No one is forcing you in any way? You're not
getting blackmailed to be the team cocksucker and pussy?"

"No, Coach. I'm happy to do it. If I didn't, the guys wouldn't have talked
me into trying out for the football team and you said I make a great
cornerback. Wrestling's my preferred sport and the bigger guys training me
makes it so I can usually win. Them fucking me is my reward for doing good
in practice." The blond finally looked up and saw the head to the man's
cock hanging below the hem of his shorts. A drop of precum was hanging down
about an inch ready to drop to the floor. He licked his lips as the dark
meet throbbed.

"Now it makes sense why all the teams are so protective of you. I've seen
them stop others from trying to bully you over your size. I was always
proud of them looking out for people, but they were protecting their cum
dump."

"They're still my friends, so I'm happy to take care of them. I get what I
need and they don't end up with a pregnant girlfriend." He watched as the
cock throbbed and now hung a good three inches below the shorts. His own
horniness took hold and he leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the
coach's meat, licking the precum from the head.

"Oh fuck." The coach moaned above him as a large hand pressed down on the
back of the blond hair. The sensation of the small tongue working
feverously to lick up the juice was incredible. A moment later his mind
caught up with the action and he jumped back away from the boy. "You can't
be doing that? It's not right for you do to that with an adult, especially
your coach."

"But, I thought you wanted it. You're cock's hard and hanging down. It's
dripping." The blond looked to the floor. "I'm sorry, Coach. I couldn't
help myself. I saw it there and I had to taste it."

The man's mind was in turmoil over what could happen to his career, the
long prison sentence he could face for what just happened. But for the
brief moment it had felt incredible. He hadn't even realized his cock was
exposed to the teen. "You really are a cock whore, aren't you boy?"

"Yes, sir." He couldn't take is eyes off the black meat. "I'd really like
to suck you off coach. I made you hard. I should at least help you out.
It's what I do for the team and you lead the team."

The coach stepped back in front of the blond, unsure of what he'd do. When
he was within reach, the boy leaned in again in wrapped his lips around the
still hard cock. He let out a low growling moan as the boy licked up any
precum from his leg and worked to get more from the source.

Small hands reached for the button and zipper on the shorts, quickly
undoing them. The boy pulled away from the head just long enough to fish
the entire shaft out over the top of the tight cloth. Again, the white
boy's mouth wrapped around the long cock and slowly descended as the
talented tongue lapped at the skin.

Coach couldn't believe when the boy bottomed out and held his nine and a
half inches in his throat without so much as a gag. He now understood the
players waiting to use the bathroom after each game. They boy was beyond
incredible, he truly was a born cock whore. The coach began to pump the
throat, marveling at how the small boy would swallow around his shaft. He
couldn't believe he was doing this with a student. That was something he
read about other teachers and coaches doing. It was a transgression he knew
he'd never fall victim to, but as his hands wrapped around the head of the
boy, he thrust a little harder unable to stop himself as his balls slapped
against the slut's chin. The boy was just too good not to make used of.

Ritch knew his secret was safe, but he'd never consider blackmailing the
coach he'd lusted after for over a year. He wanted the man to feel as good
as his teammates did and lavished the skills they'd taught him on the man
who led their teams.  His hand found the hanging balls and as they wrapped
around the large orbs, he earned another moan from the man. When he felt
them starting to pull tight, he removed the long, thick cock from his
throat.

The coach looked down as the blond head pulled free of his cock and watched
the boy stand. The team's bitch pushed his singlet below his ass and bent
over the man's desk. The boy turned to look over his shoulder. "Please,
Coach. I need you in me."

His lust filled mind guided him as he lined up his cock with the small, wet
hole he'd seen one of his players in earlier. He pushed and the head
entered the tight confines of the boy. In one long, slow shove he buried
himself balls deep in the tightest pussy he'd ever had aided by the cum
from the wrestler lubing his big cock.

Outside the office, Charlie and Javier heard the deep moan and high-fived
each other. "Guess we're not in trouble and won't have to give up letting
Ritch take care of us."

"Not sure how he did it, but that boy can get most any guy to give it up."
Charlie patted his friend on the shoulder. "Just glad my dad isn't gonna be
getting a call. Not that he'd mind as long as I don't knock someone up. He
always said a hole's a hole and white boys were meant to be fucked."

Coach grabbed the narrow hips and began pounding the tight ass wrapped
around his cock. If he thought the mouth and throat were incredible, this
boy's cunt was meant to take dick. The bitch was moaning like a whore and
doing things with his hole the coach didn't think was possible. "God damn
little, fuckin, cocksucking, pussyboy, cumdump. Take that dick." He
couldn't hold back as he drove time after time. With a stifled growl he
buried himself as deep as he could and unloaded in the bitch. He collapsed
onto the boy's back as he tried to catch his breath. The constant gripping
and relaxing of the muscles around his cock were better than anything he'd
ever felt from his wife.

When he could move again, regret, fear, and a host of other emotions
flooded him. He pulled out of the warm ass and stood there not knowing what
to do. The boy stood and turned, taking the softening cock into his
mouth. Coach watched as the boy tenderly sucked him clean before pulling
back and kissing the tip.

"Thank you, Coach. You can't imagine how long I've wanted to do that."

With the lust clearing from his mind the big man sat in his chair. "I
should have never let that happen. Fuck, I'm gonna end up fired and in
jail. I'm gonna lose everything."

"No you won't, sir. I'll never say anything. If the guys out there heard
anything, they won't either."

"How can you be sure this won't get out?"

"Because it's the word of two teammates who tried to rape me against my
word or the coach to came to my rescue."

"This can't happen again, Ritch. I shouldn't have fucked you."

"Maybe you shouldn't have, but I'm glad you did and if you ever tell me to
bend over your desk again or suck your cock, I'll gladly do it, Coach. I'm
always happy to help the team in any way I can. Besides, it's not like
you're the only adult in school who's fucked me."

"Wait... What? Others? Who?"

"I'm not saying so no one gets in trouble, sir."

When the door was opened, Coach saw the other two waiting expectantly. "You
two can go."

"Sounded like he did a good job convincing you we didn't do anything."

There was a little fear in the coach's eyes.

"Actually I admitted you guys raped me, but said I'd deny it to the
police." Ritch crossed his arms and made sure the other two understood.
"For now at least. But if it got out, I imagine the entire team would be
really pissed at you two."

His teammates looked panicked but nodded.

The trio quickly changed out of their singlets and into gym shorts and tank
tops.

"Come on. Let's get out of here." The blond headed for the gym's exit with
the other two following close behind. "He'll let me stay the team bitch,
but you guys can't tell anyone what happened and I mean it. No one on the
team finds out he fucked me. If word gets out he'll end up in jail and a
lot of the upper classmen like you could get in trouble for taking
advantage of a small, younger player like me. I swear if anything happens
I'll make sure the guys know you're the reason they can't fuck me anymore."

"Don't worry. We won't do anything to risk losing our bitch."

The three walked behind the school where several dumpsters were kept. Few
people went back there except to smoke or head for the wooded area just
beyond the campus.

"Now, all this talk about being the team bitch has me horny again. What's a
guy got to do to get raped around here?"

Charlie shoved the blond against the building next to a dumpster.

Javier put the slut in a headlock as he clamped his hand over the boy's
mouth. "You keep waving that ass at everyone. We know what you want."

The black stud yanked Ritch's gym shorts down and shoved his hard cock into
the cum slick hole. "Little white bitch gonna get what he deserves."

Grabbing a fistful of blond hair, Javier rammed his dick into the boy's
mouth.

The pair roughly took what they wanted and gave their bitch what he
needed. When they finally walked away, cum was leaking from the slut's ass
and dripping from the corner of his mouth. He stroked his cock to a mind
blowing orgasm as he sucked some of their piss from his soaked shirt.

@@@@

Dante looked down at the bitch waiting on his knees like an expectant
puppy. He decided to go for a little role play that night. "Assume the
position. Coach has some new moves to show you." He roughly manhandled the
blond. "Prove you're worthy to remain on my team, white boy."

"Yes, Coach. Always ready to learn from you, Sir. And I'll do anything to
stay on the team."


***To Be Continued***

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