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---------------------------------------- Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 16 Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com cceroticstories.blogspot.com charliessmut.tumblr.com ----------------------------------------
Ryder woke up suddenly the next morning with a pounding headache and a sharp pain in his side. The stink from Bates' boxers and gym clothes surrounded him, and he had a hard on. He reached down and grabbed at it.
"Get your hand off your dick, fag." Bates snarled before kicking him again in the ribs.
Ryder opened up his eyes and looked around. As soon as he saw Bates' room, he remembered what had happened the night before. He glanced at Bates, who was standing over him in a pair of gray boxer-briefs. His hard on stretched the fabric to one side, and his hair was a little messy. He grinned from ear to ear.
"Remembering where you are?" he asked.
Ryder's face turned red as he thought about how he had sucked off Bates' roommates the night before.
"Yeah, that's right slut. You went all out last night."
Bates knelt down beside Ryder. He stuck a finger in his mouth and pulled on his cheeks. "You stretched this hole out, remember?"
As Ryder sucked on Bates' finger his dick got harder. Even though he was ashamed of what he'd done, he couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed it. It didn't help that Bates' massive bulge was only a few inches from his face. He could smell the dick sweat and musk. It was an odor he knew intimately from when he used to fuck around with Bates, and he had to admit that he missed it. Tyler never had that kind of smell. He was too clean and too well put together. It was one area where Tyler just couldn't measure up to a guy like Bates.
Bates slid his hand down Ryder's back and reached into his briefs. His finger slipped down to Ryder's asshole, and he rubbed it gently. "There's still one hole that needs to be stretched." As he manipulated Ryder's asshole, Bates shoved his bulge into his face.
He waited half a minute before he cupped the back of Ryder's head and pulled him into his junk. Ryder didn't put up any resistance. Instead, he started to mouth the outline of Bates' cock while Bates played with his asshole.
"How's your pussy feeling? You need some cock in there?" Bates asked.
Ryder didn't respond. Instead he arched his back and pushed against Bates' finger. It was as good as if he had said yes.
"You've missed my dick, haven't you?" Bates asked. Ryder didn't say anything, and Bates grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head backward. "Answer me!" he growled.
"Fuck yeah." Ryder said before he dived back into Bates' junk.
The truth was that since things had gotten serious with Tyler, sex with the coach and other guys had virtually dried up. Ryder missed it. Tyler took care of him, and the sex was wild and fun, but the burly, sweaty, musky sex that a guy like Bates could engage in was out of reach for a guy like Tyler. Ryder needed it, and after last night's fall from grace, he figured that he didn't have anything left to lose.
Bates pulled the front of his shorts down and let his dick fall out. He grabbed Ryder and pulled his head back. Then he ran the head of his cock across Ryder's lips and under his nose. He peeled back his foreskin and slid his ripe cock across his face, leaving a trail of cock slime.
Ryder whimpered a little. Bates kept working his asshole, and he was hornier than he could believe. His head was still pounding from the drinking, but he wanted Bates' cock. He took the glans into his mouth and sucked it clean. Then he pulled off and buried his face in Bates' bush, running his tongue through the guy's pubes and sniffing his stink. He wanted it bad.
"Give it to me." he whispered.
"What?" Bates said in a low, soft voice.
"Fuck me." Ryder said.
"You're finally going to let me at this ass?" Bates asked.
"Yeah, dude. Fuck me." Ryder said again.
"Stand up" Bates ordered.
Ryder stood up and suddenly realized that he was still a little drunk. He was wobbly on his feet and the room spun. His stomach turned over, and he suddenly wasn't sure if sex was the right move.
Bates made the decision for him. He grabbed Ryder by the back of the neck and pushed him down onto the bed so that his ass hung over the edge. He spit on his dick a few times and then yanked down Ryder's underwear. The fine, perfect ass that he'd been dreaming of for months was finally his. He lined his cock up with the warm, pink hole, and then pushed.
Ryder's body stiffened, but he didn't try to move away. Bates maintained the pressure and drooled onto his shaft again. Then he shoved his hips forward and slammed his way into Ryder's willing ass.
"Fuck yes." he groaned as the smooth, tight, hole gripped down around his cock.
Ryder grunted, he wasn't ready for all of Bates' thick dick. Bates pushed a pillow over his head and growled, "Shut the fuck up," then he brought his body down on top of Ryder's.
He humped Ryder's ass like a dog, quick and sharp. "I'm going to breed your ass, you fucking bitch." Bates said loudly. "I knew you'd eventually be begging for it. Chicks and fags try to shoot me down, but they always end up in the same place." He pulled the pillow away from Ryder's face, "On my bed with my dick buried inside their cunt, hoping I won't take it out and begging me to put it back in."
Ryder's mouth was open. Bates was still pounding him and the room hadn't stopped spinning. The dirty talk was getting him off, and his cock was being roughly mashed into Bates' mattress.
"They say they'll never do it, but in the end, they all end up right here, squirming while they get off on my cock." he went on, "C'mon bitch. Use your cunt to get me off."
Ryder started to twitch. Bates' verbal assault took him over the edge and his body started to spasm uncontrollably. Bates picked up on it right away.
"You're shooting your load on my bed?" he growled. "Dirty fucking whore. If you weren't such a tight fuck I'd toss you out for that shit."
Bates pounded him for another few minutes before putting his hands on the back of his neck and pushing his head back into the bed.
"Here it cums slut. You're finally getting my boys in your ass."
Bates kept pounding him, harder and harder. Each downward thrust was a punch in his gut, and it was unrelenting. Finally, Bates flooded his insides with cum, grinding into his ass and pushing his face into the mattress. It took him thirty seconds to expel his load, and when he was finished, he pulled out, leaving Ryder feeling empty.
Bates took a quick look at Ryder's battered, red hole, smeared with his cum and gaping open, before he leaned over and grabbed Ryder's neck. He pulled him off his bed and shoved him toward the door. Then, he picked Ryder's clothes off the floor and tossed them to him.
"Go home and take a nap." Bates laughed. "And maybe wash the dried cum out of your hair."
Ryder started to put on his pants as Bates walked toward him. His slimy cock was still rock hard and stood straight against his furry stomach. He grabbed Ryder's shoulder and opened the door with his free hand. Then, he shoved him into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Ryder quickly pulled on his pants, hopping on one leg down the hall, and trying to avoid being seen by any of Bates' roommates. The guys in this house were relentless, and the last thing he needed at this point was to be pulled into another bedroom. His cock was still hard, and he wasn't thinking straight. He needed to go home, take a shower, and get some sleep. Just as he made it out of the front door, his phone buzzed.
It was a text from the coach, telling him to come over ASAP. When he texted the coach back asking for a half an hour, he got a firm no. It took him ten minutes to get to the locker-room and find the coach.
"You took longer than usual. Where were you?" he asked.
"I drank too much last night, Coach." Ryder said grimly, "It took me a while to get my shit together."
The coach ran his hand through Ryder's short hair. "You didn't do a very good job." He pulled Ryder into his body and caught a whiff of sweat and cum. "You smell like sex."
Ryder blushed. He wasn't sure how to respond.
The coach sat down on the edge of his desk and then grabbed Ryder by the front of his jeans. When Ryder was close, he pulled his shirt off and then put his hands on Ryder's muscular chest.
"You get pounded last night?"
"This morning." Ryder said. The truth was better than lying in these situations.
The coach shoved his hand down the back of Ryder's jeans and slipped his fingers into his crack. Then he shoved two digits into Ryder's asshole. He finger-fucked his boy for a minute before he pulled his fingers out and shoved them into Ryder's mouth.
"You're still wet." Perry groaned, "You literally just got fucked, didn't you."
Ryder nodded.
Perry rubbed his thick cock and pinched one of Ryder's nipples. "Sometimes when I'm jacking off I think about that stud pounding you. I know he's not everything you need in the bedroom, but Tyler's nice to look at."
Perry jumped off of the desk and then bent Ryder down over it. He yanked down his pants and spread his cheeks. "Your ass is still puffy. You got hit hard, didn't you?" Ryder moaned as the coach played with his hole, "This is one mess I don't mind having to clean up."
Ryder realized just in the nick of time that the coach, thinking that the cum belonged to Tyler, was going to eat him out. Ryder knew that eventually the video and the story of the night before would find their way back to the Coach. Perry would be plenty pissed off about the blow-jobs and the fucking, but if he found out that Ryder let him lick up Bates' cum after the fact, he would tan his hide.
"Coach, stop." Ryder said quickly.
Perry hesitated and then slipped a finger into Ryder's ass. "What? Are you worn out?"
"No." Ryder said. He turned around before the coach could make another move, and then pulled his briefs back on. Perry cold tell from the look in his face that something had happened. When the Coach asked him what was up, Ryder told him the whole story, starting with the party the night before and ending with Bates that morning. He tried to leave out some of the details, while being honest enough that he wouldn't get caught in a lie.
Perry studied him for a minute and then took a few steps backward. "You're not supposed to get fucked by other guys without permission."
"I know." Ryder said while looking down at the floor.
"What about this morning? Why didn't you just leave? Did you want him to fuck you?" Perry asked. He watched as Ryder's face turned red. "You did, didn't you?"
Ryder just mumbled something.
"Jesus, Josh." Perry said as he walked behind his desk and pulled his shirt back on. "It's one thing to get drunk at a party and suck a guy off, but why would you let him fuck you?"
"I figured he was going to do it no matter what?"
Perry stood up again, "So you begged him to do it?" he said strongly.
Ryder didn't know what to say. He'd seen the coach get mad before many times. This was different.
"Bates has been after me for months now. He set me up." Ryder said. He knew he wasn't totally innocent in this case, but he wasn't totally guilty either.
"He didn't set you up." Perry said flatly. "He set me up. You're just a pawn in this fucked up game we're playing."
Ryder didn't say anything. The coach sat at his desk, playing with a paper clip, thinking and rethinking everything. Then he leaned forward, "I can't believe he let you go to that party alone?"
"Who?" Ryder asked.
"Tyler." Perry answered. "He should have known that a cock-hound like you would get into trouble. Especially around a guy like Bates. You've got a thing for rough guys."
"Yeah," Ryder said, "I guess I do."
Perry leaned back in his chair and adjusted his dick. He looked at Ryder, "Go to the showers and clean yourself up. I don't want a drop of that asshole's cum on you. Then come back for some re-education."
"You're not mad at me," Ryder asked.
"I taught you to crave dick. I can't expect you to go to a party with a bunch of studs, get drunk, and not put out for them. That's why Tyler should have been there. He's too new at this. He still thinks you have self-control. I know the truth. When it comes to dick, you're completely powerless."
Ryder blushed. It was true, though he wasn't sure it was something he should be proud of. He knew that he would do pretty much anything if the right guy asked him to do it. A guy like Damian, with a massive, black cock, pretty much had complete control over him.
"Go get cleaned up." The coach said sternly.
Ryder walked back toward the showers, leaving Perry at the desk to plan his next move. The hot water felt great on his skin. He scrubbed the crusty cum off of his neck and the smell of three different guys off of his body. It had been a long time since he'd whored himself out like that, and his dick got hard again as he relived the experience. The blow-jobs that he gave the guys were pretty foggy. He remembered licking whiskey off of their dicks, but not much after that. Bates fucking him, forbidden though it was, was still vivid in his mind. As he washed his ass and rinsed away Bates' cum, he couldn't help but explore his hole with his fingers, imagining Bates' dick inside him again.
The forbidenness of Bates' body was primarily what turned Ryder on. As he fucked himself with three fingers, he realized that this was what the coach was worried about. He'd switched allegiances and found a new object of his fantasies after only a few minutes in bed with a guy. He really was out of control.
He shut off the water, toweled off, and walked back to the office. His skin was pink and his short hair stuck up at odd angles. He didn't bother getting dressed. He knew the coach would just have him strip down again.
Perry was sitting on the couch in his office. He wore flimsy athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. His junk bulged in between his legs, wrapped up in the pouch of a jockstrap. He looked bigger to Ryder, probably because he'd just been with Bates. Though burly and strong, the coach had an inch or two on his star player.
Perry walked over and grabbed him by the back of the neck. "You don't give up your asshole to anyone without my permission. Got it?" he said as he pulled Ryder over to the couch.
"Yes, Coach." Ryder said, "I won't ever do it again."
"You get one chance, Josh." Perry said, "If anyone besides Tyler pumps his seed into your ass, I'm done with you. I'm not looking for another guy's leftovers."
"I promise." Ryder said.
Perry sat down and pulled Ryder over his lap. Ryder's face was pushed into the cushion as the coach spread his ass cheeks open. Roughly, he shoved a finger into Ryder's ass and opened up his hole.
"I'm really disappointed in you Josh." The coach said, "I thought you were stronger than this. The guys in the garage, that part I get, but not the sex with Bates. You should have known better."
"I know." Ryder said. Before he could say anything more, there was a sharp noise and suddenly his ass was on fire. He jumped up and caught a glimpse of a belt in Perry's hand before he was pushed back down. There was another smack with the belt, and he writhed in pain.
"Fuck," Ryder screamed and pulled away from the coach. Perry held him tight and pushed his body into his thighs. Then he belted Ryder again.
"Ahh," Ryder screamed in pain. The coach had spanked him before, gotten rough before, but he'd never experienced anything like this in his life. "I'm sorry. Please stop sir. Please stop." he begged.
The coach belted him again and then rubbed his red cheek. Ryder shook against his body, practically sobbing. "One more." The coach said gruffly.
"No." Ryder begged. "Please no more."
Perry grabbed Ryder by the hair and pulled his head back. Tears ran down his face. "One more." he said as he looked into Ryder's eyes.
Ryder's body stiffened as he braced for the blow. He knew that asking the coach not to do it wouldn't get him anywhere. "One more." Perry said again softly.
Ryder heard the belt move back through the air and then smack against his bare skin. Then, a moment afterward, a searing pain blasted through his body. The coach released him and he rolled off and fell to the floor, writhing in pain. When he turned over, Perry noticed that his dick was rock hard. He grinned.
"Come here." Perry said tapping the inside of his thigh.
Ryder crawled over to him on his knees and then straightened up. Perry pulled him in close and kissed him. Then he licked the salty tears off of his face. They tasted so good that he made a promise to himself to make the stud cry more often.
"Never again." Perry said, "Got it."
Ryder nodded. His ass was still on fire. It glowed pink and the strap marks were red and raised. Perry reached down and rubbed it.
"Fuck that's a pretty ass." he said, "It looks even better now."
Perry rose to his feet and then stood above Ryder. The bulge in his shorts was huge. He gripped the back of Ryder's skull and pulled him into his crotch. "I know that Tyler can't do you like you need to be done, Josh. That's why I'm here. From now on, if you need someone to really lay into you, you come to me."
Ryder nodded. His nose was buried in the coach's junk, and he breathed in the warm, moist, aroma of his manhood. He pushed in further and rooted around. The coach was right, when he felt like he needed something that Tyler wasn't going to give him, he should have come to the coach right away. Instead he waited, and it made him vulnerable to Bates.
"Get me ready." Perry said.
Ryder moved his mouth up and grabbed onto the waistband of the coach's gym-shorts with his teeth. He pulled down one side and then moved to the other. It took him at least a minute to get the shorts down, but he knew that it pleased the coach. Perry stepped out of the shorts and then opened his legs.
Ryder looked at the white elastic pouch of his jockstrap and could see the heavy line of his shaft and the ridge along the glans of the Coach's cock. He mouthed the lump, sucking whatever tastes he could find out of the fabric before biting down on the waistband and pulling down again. The jock took forever, but Ryder didn't mind. As he yanked and pulled, his nose and eyes were pressed into Perry's pubes and then his cock, balls, and ass. He had the jockstrap half-way off when Perry pushed him away and slipped the gear off of himself.
Ryder glared at the coach's big cock. It was about three quarters hard, so it still hung in front of him like a long snout. The hood still covered the head and there was a little bit of skin to spare. Ryder leaned forward, ready to suck the coach off, but the coach put a hand against his forehead and stopped him.
"It's in the desk." Perry said as he pushed Ryder back.
It was immediately clear to Ryder that Perry was referring to the lube. He went to the desk and pulled out the bottle. Then he drizzled it onto Perry's cock and greased him up. When the Coach's ten incher was hard and shiny, he poured some of the lube onto his fingers and worked it into his hole. His ass still stung, both from the beating that the coach gave him and from the hard fuck that Bates had thrown him that morning.
When Perry sensed that everything was ready, he grabbed Ryder's shoulder and bent him over the side of the couch.
He didn't say anything as he pushed into Ryder's body. He hadn't expected all this drama when he texted the kid earlier in the day. He just wanted a quick fuck. Now that Ryder was back in control, it was time to get what he'd wanted.
Ryder was pushed into the couch and the coach started to hump him. The fucking was mechanical and hard. It was one of those times when Ryder had hoped to see a bit of emotion in the coach, either anger or affection, but instead he got used like a sex toy. The coach hung on and pounded him for at least five minutes without saying a word. There was some soft grunting, and occasionally Perry stopped for a few seconds to catch his breath, but then he'd start up again in silence. Ryder tried to participate in the fucking in some way, but there wasn't much that he could do.
Perry avoided saying anything because he wanted Ryder to feel used and to remember his place. He shouldn't expect to always enjoy sex, but he should be willing to do what the Coach said when he said it. Perry wanted to make that clear.
When he was finally ready to unload, he dug into Ryder's hips and slammed forward. His cock throbbed and waves of pleasure moved through his body. He moaned, loudly, as he started to shoot his cum into Ryder's guts. He held the boy tight, not wanting him to squirm away or move one inch.
Ryder felt the hot cum fill up his insides. His dick was rock hard, but he didn't dare jerk off. This wasn't about him. He knew that much. He waited as the coach dumped a bucket load of cum inside of him, and he grinned as he anticipated scooping it out and licking it up in a few minutes.
Finally, the coach pulled out with a grunt. By the time Ryder turned around to face him, Perry already had Ryder's underwear in his hand and was cleaning off his dick.
"No more fucking around with Bates. Stay away from him." the coach said. Apparently they weren't going to cuddle.
"Yes, sir."
"And you realize that you're going to have to tell Tyler what happened." Ryder's heart sank. He looked up at the coach with a pleading stare.
"Don't look at me. This isn't my fault." Perry said, "You should try to think of the consequences the next time you're wrapping your lips around some stranger's cock. Now go home and get some rest. We'll talk later this week."
Ryder, suddenly feeling ashamed, picked up his things and made a break for the door.
Hope you shot your load. If there's something you want to see in this story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Thanks for reading. Charlie