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Erotic Story:
My Cum, The Coach, and a Whole New
Game
We sat around talking about our first times. I
still thought about mine a lot, but had never really talked about it. I had
been senior in high school. On the outside, just a normal, average kid. I had
a father I despised, who hated me because I didn't play football. I lettered
in track, but that wasn't good enough. He took it out on my mother, who had
"ruined" me with piano lessons and other "shit"...like loving me. The other
boys my age had called me names for as long as I could remember. I didn't know
why at first, and even when I found out what the names meant, I still didn't
know why.
. . . . One day
in the locker room, a big asshole named (I swear) Butch came over and told me
to suck his cock. I stood up, and calmly said if he'd get on his hands and
knees I'd be happy to make him my bitch. There was a scattering of laughter,
and Butch's fist came right for my face. It never landed. Coach Dennison was
there suddenly, his big hand closed around Butch's wrist. Butch had to run
laps until he was an old man, I think, and the Coach drove me home to prevent
me from getting jumped by any of the asshole's friends.
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