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---------------------------------------- Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 3 Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com cceroticstories.blogspot.com charliessmut.tumblr.com ----------------------------------------
In the days following his encounters with Coach Perry, Josh Ryder experienced a kind of identity crisis. He looked straight, acted straight, and even felt straight, but every time his mind wandered it always wandered back to the Coach's body, especially his big cock. And it wasn't just the coach and Adam Bates who turned him on anymore. Ryder found himself checking out guys everywhere he went. Eating lunch in the union he would sneak glances at the lumps between guys' legs and wonder what they looked like, tasted like, and smelt like down there.
In an effort to get himself back on track, he scoured the dorm on Friday night for the hottest chick he could find. He had a hot body, and it didn't take him long to find a girl willing to come back to his room. They made out, and he undressed her. His hands wandered between her legs but he couldn't get hard. The girl started to notice, and Ryder directed his mind to the only thing that turned him on lately - dick. He eventually fucked the chick, but he thought about cock the whole time.
For five nights he played this game. Picking up a chick on campus, taking her home, and then trying to fuck her. Each time he failed until he imagined himself with Bates and the coach back in the locker room. Then everything started to work again.
On top of it all, he was plagued by a constant, cock-hardening horniness day in and day out. He could barely walk down the hall without popping wood. There was an intense hunger inside of him that wasn't being satisfied.
Being in the locker room didn't help. His eyes danced over his teammate's bodies. They were all rough, rowdy, burly guys, but he kept going back to Adam Bates. The guy had an amazing body, and he had earned every muscle on the pitch. In between his legs hung the biggest set of balls Ryder had ever seen. He wanted to drop to his knees and crawl up in there, sniffing and licking until Bates slipped his dick into his mouth.
Ryder was standing at his locker when Bates walked up to him. He was completely naked, his body hair matted with sweat. The musk wafted off of him, and Ryder pitched an instant tent in his shorts. He tried to cover it up, but he knew Bates could see.
"I forgot the soap," Bates said.
Ryder nodded slightly.
"Bet you wish you could come into the shower and soap me up." Bates said in a low voice.
Ryder blushed but kept quiet.
"I'd let you do it. You could rub the soap all over my body and touch me where ever you wanted." Bates said.
"Dude . . ." Ryder started to say.
"Dude . . ." Bates mocked. "You know, I don't usually let my fags touch my cock, but for you I'll make an exception. The coach promised me a night with his new boy, and I'm going to collect soon, so get ready."
Ryder's face went white, but his dick throbbed with desire.
"By the way, he's not going to give you his cock again until you ask for it. It's a test. It's time for you to own up to who you are, go into his office, and get yourself some dick." Bates grabbed the bulge in Ryder's shorts. "You deserve it."
Bates walked away. The hairy, twin globes of his ass bounced as the muscles across his back twitched. Ryder nearly came in his pants. The smell of Adam Bates' body and the feel of his touch overcame any self-control that Ryder had left. Still wearing his gear, he walked over to Coach Perry's office and knocked.
The coach answered, "I was wondering when you would come by, boy. What's up?"
The coach shut the door and sat down on the edge of his desk. He spread his legs open wide. He was wearing gray shorts with a white v-necked t-shirt. The whistle still hung around his neck.
"Uh. . ." Ryder muttered.
"Say it, Josh. Tell me why you're here," Perry insisted.
Ryder rolled back on his feet. His cock was insanely hard. He thought about all the attempts he'd made with girls over the past week. They had all been ridiculous failures. He still didn't know if this meant he was gay, but he knew things were changing for him. His dick was tuned in to a new frequency.
"I . . . uh . . I want your cock, coach. Please sir." he said.
Perry hissed, "Get on your knees, boy."
Josh fell to his knees about two feet from the coach. When he looked up, Perry towered over him. In front of him were the coach's hairy calves, thick with muscle. He was ready to do anything to feel the way he felt the last time he was in this position.
"You're not going to get my cock today, boy. We're saving that for tomorrow." Perry said with a wicked grin. "For now, you can jack off for me."
Ryder was disappointed. He'd been jacking off all week, and that wasn't what he was aiming for when he came into the office. A few seconds passed in silence.
"Ok, boy, I phrased that wrong so I'm going to let it slide without punishment. I want you to jack off for me, and I'm not giving you a choice. So pull off your pants and show me what you've got."
Perry's voice was stern and commanding. Josh immediately pulled off his pants and started to stroke his dick. He planted his eyes on the coach's crotch, trying to make out the shape of Perry's massive cock through the fabric. The coach whistled, "Eyes up here, fag."
Again the word 'fag' made Ryder flinch, but there was a smile on the coach's face when he said it. Ryder stared into Perry's eyes as he pulled himself to orgasm. He couldn't believe the intensity of it. It was better than any of the sex he'd had over the last week, and he felt like he came buckets. Through his pants, grunts, and shudders, he never broke off eye contact with the coach. When he was finally done, the coach looked down at the puddle Ryder had made, and Ryder looked too. The amount of cum was insane, spreading out in five milky puddles across the floor.
Perry stood up and walked over to Ryder. He wrapped his hands around the boy and pulled him into his body. Ryder's face landed inches from the coach's crotch and he breathed in the heat and musk. Perry pulled away, "Clean it up." he said sternly.
Ryder glanced around for a towel or something. In a flash the coach's hand was on the back of his neck, and he was thrown to the floor. "You're a slow learner, you know that." Ryder's face was shoved into one of the puddles. "I said clean it up, fag."
Ryder licked up the cum without thinking. Perry took his hand off the kid's head and watched as he went to work. Within a minute, the pools of cum were nothing more than smears on the floor. Ryder looked up, his lips and chin slimy with semen. He seemed so proud of himself, Perry thought. He bent down and slid his hands under Ryder's arms and pulled him to his feet. He planted a kiss on his lips, pushing his tongue deep into Ryder's mouth. He felt Ryder's body relax and collapse into him. Despite himself, Ryder was getting into this.
Perry broke off the kiss, "Tomorrow I'll give you what you want. Now get out of here."
Ryder slid on his shorts and took off.
The next day there was a note on Ryder's locker telling him that he needed to see the coach in his office after practice. Some of his teammates gave him shit, figuring that Ryder's grades had slipped or something. Bates looked at him knowingly and shook his dick at him in the shower.
"You nervous?" Bates asked when they were drying off.
"About what?" Ryder said.
"Coach's dick is huge, man. He's going to rip you open." Bates said.
When he saw Ryder's face go white, Bates slapped him on the ass and said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the surprise."
Ryder spent the next ten minutes contemplating what was going to happen to him and trying to think up some way to avoid it. If he left, he knew he would either never see Coach Perry's dick again or he would be severely punished. He decided that he would try to bargain with the coach. It would only delay things, but he would at least get a chance to figure out what he wanted. Finally pulling himself together, he walked into the coach's office. Coach Perry was sitting at his desk when Ryder walked in. Adam Bates was in a chair along the wall. Ryder's eyes passed from the coach to Bates and his face turned red. A combination of embarrassment and anger was washing over him.
"Strip." Coach Perry called out.
Unwilling to get spanked in front of Adam Bates, Ryder did as he was told. When he was naked, he stood in front of both men. For the first time in a week, his dick wasn't hard. He was scared and embarrassed to be on display in front of a teammate. Bates whistled and grinned at the coach.
"Bates told me that he let my plans slip, so say what you want to say." Perry said.
Ryder's eyes flashed between the coach and Bates. He hadn't planned on having another guy around when he talked to the coach. His face burned red, "Well, coach, I was thinking . . ." Ryder started.
"Thinking? I thought we talked about that." Perry interrupted.
"Yes, sir." Ryder said quickly, "But . . . "
"Fags aren't supposed to think," Bates interrupted, "Should I teach him a lesson coach?"
"Do you need Bates to teach you a lesson, fag?" Perry asked.
"No, sir," Ryder said.
"Too bad," Perry said with a grin, "It would have bought you another day."
"You think too much," Bates said quickly.
"Yes." Ryder said. Both men began to get up from their chairs, and he started to freak out. "I mean yes, sir."
"So tell me what you were thinking." Perry said sitting back down.
"Well, I thought maybe we could wait a few days, sir. So that I could get ready for you, you know, like loosen up a little bit." Ryder said. It was the best he had. He had meant to make a better case for himself, but the back and forth with the Coach and Bates had unnerved him.
Bates laughed loudly.
Perry looked at him and said. "Fag, you like thinking, so puzzle this one out. Why would I let you ruin your tight, virgin asshole?"
Ryder didn't have anything to say. It made sense when the coach put it like that. His ass would be tight. Nothing had ever been up it, not even a finger. His face burned. He was embarrassed by his own stupidity.
"He's figuring this out." Bates said.
Ryder glared at Bates. He didn't want him there any more. Even though he'd been fantasizing about Bates for days now, he didn't want Bates in the room when it happened. He thought there was a chance he could persuade the coach if Bates wasn't around to chime in.
Ryder checked his anger and turned to the coach. "Why is he here, sir?"
Perry jumped from his seat. He grabbed onto Ryder's jaw and pulled his face upward. "Listen up, cocksucker, I'm running the show, that's all you need to know. Here are my terms. You aren't my peer and you're not my equal. You're my fag. You do what I want, when I want you to do it. If you can't accept that, then get the fuck out. You leave now, and I'll never come after you again. Neither will Bates. After that, if you come sniffing around my door for dick, I'll make your life a living hell. I'm not saying it will be easy, but it's time for you to make a decision."
Again Ryder was in two places. He wanted this to happen, but he wished that he didn't want it. He knew that if he left, he wouldn't be happy. He needed someone like Perry to take control, to anticipate his desires, and to give him what he needed before he knew that he needed it. If he didn't do it now, he could fuck around with chicks for a few years, but eventually, he would end up on his knees in front of a stud. Not because he was forced to, but because it's what he needed.
"I'll stay, sir." After he said it, his mouth was pushed open by Perry's fingers. Perry spit in his mouth and then pushed him away.
"Bates is here because I want him here. It's not every day that I take a guy's cherry, and I like an audience." Perry paused. "Plus, I need someone to hold the camera."
This final twist bounced off of Ryder. He didn't really care anymore. He was completely resigned and ready to go. He just wanted it to be over with. As Bates lifted a small digital camcorder the team used to record games, Ryder let out a long groan.
The coach pulled off his shirt, but then glanced at Bates. "You know, boy, since Bates is going to be getting real familiar with you soon, it's only fair to let you get to know him. Take your shirt off, Adam."
Bates pulled his shirt off. His bulky muscles were coated with sweat and hair. He had a strong, broad chest that narrowed into a V. He didn't have a lean, gym body, but the strong, thick body of an athlete. Perry took the camera away from Bates and planted his other hand on Ryder's head. He directed the younger man's face toward Bates' body until his mouth was about an inch away from one of Bates' nipples.
"Nice strong chest." the coach purred. Waves of heat rolled off of Bates' body, along with musk and moisture. Perry moved Ryder's face upward toward one of Bates' pits. "Deep, manly pits." Before Ryder knew what was happening his face was shoved into the hairy pit. Slimy sweat coated his face as Bates' course pit-hair rubbed against his skin. Bates body smelled fresh, but there was a faint body odor already developing. Perry pulled Ryder out of the pit and began to push him onto his knees. Cold air blew against his wet face as he slid to the floor. Bates' thick, tan torso passed him by and soon his face was right in front of the guy's crotch. Unlike Ryder, who had a raging hard-on, Bates' dick betrayed no such desire.
The coach began to shove him forward into Bates' crotch but another hand came down on his skull. "Not yet," said Bates gruffly.
The coach mumbled something and then turned Ryder's head toward him. He was wearing gray cotton shorts, and unlike Bates who had remained soft, the coach's dick tented the front of his pants. A dark spot, precum, blossomed at the end of the shaft.
"Take them off," Perry said.
When Ryder's hands came up to his sides, Perry grinned, "Use your teeth, boy."
Perry wanted more than anything to draw the experience out for Ryder. He wanted the kid to be so completely overcome by desire that he would beg for a dick in his ass. The bigger the build-up the bigger the eventual relief would be when he finally got what he wanted. Slowly, through desire and release, he would get Ryder addicted to his cock. Then the real fun could begin.
Ryder moved his mouth to his Coach's waistband. His face was right above the coach's cock. He bit down on the waistband and started to pull. Underneath, the coach was wearing a black, Bike jock-strap. When his face was right over his Coach's junk, two hands roughly gripped his head and his face was shoved deep into the coach's nuts.
"Sniff them, boy." Perry growled. "Loud so everyone can hear."
Ryder took a breath in through his nose. Immediately the coach pounded his fist against Ryder's skull, "Louder." Ryder sniffed again, deeply and loudly. His lungs were filled with the coach's musky scent and his testosterone laden sweat. He moaned loudly.
"That's right, Josh, let him out. Let that fag that you've worked to keep hidden for so long come out and breath the fresh air. Meet the real you." Perry said.
When the coach released his head Josh felt himself lose control, or maybe finally gain control. He no longer felt the battle between two versions of himself. This was what he wanted. He reached up and pulled the coach's jockstrap off. As soon as it was down, he buried his mouth in the coach's nuts. He licked and sucked a day's worth of slime off of them before rooting around in the space between the Coach's cock and his legs.
"Good boy," Perry said and Ryder's heart jumped a little. "Reach back and spread your ass open for the camera."
Ryder reached behind himself and opened up his ass cheeks. As he did his weight caused him to fall forward even deeper into the coach's junk.
"You ever seen an ass like that, Bates?"
"Not even close. That's a nice virgin cunt." Bates said.
Perry pulled Ryder's face out of his crotch. "That's how I knew, you know. Straight boys don't have asses like that. An ass like that lets the whole world know that you've got a hot, ripe, man-cunt ready for fucking."
He let Ryder devour his nuts for a few more minutes before he decided to move on to the main event. Nothing beat a virgin ass in Perry's mind. Everything from the moment of penetration, when the guy wanted nothing more than to jump up and run away to the moment half-way in when he finally realized how much he liked it. The whole scene drove Perry nuts, and this time he would have it on tape.
"Time to play." Perry said, "Get on the couch boy."
Ryder moved to the couch and sat down. He stared at Perry's dick, and his tongue half hung out of his mouth.
"Oh," Perry said with a laugh, "Look at that."
"The silly fag thinks he's going to get to suck your dick some more." Bates said.
"Sorry, boy, I'm done with your mouth." Perry said.
Perry grabbed some lube out of his desk and moved toward Ryder. He squeezed the gel onto his fingers and slopped some onto Ryder's asshole. Not once did he push a finger inside. He wanted to do this right. As he moved around his new boy he could smell Ryder's fear. Ryder had gone from looking insatiably cock hungry to looking like a deer about to get hit by a car. He grabbed Ryder's hand and put it on his dick.
"Get a good feel for it, boy. Feel how big it is. That's all going to be inside of you." Perry said.
Ryder's fingers moved down the shaft of Perry's dick. After Bates had told him that he was going to get fucked, he had looked at his torso and tried to figure out how the whole thing would fit inside of him. It seemed impossible. The head would be halfway to his throat. Then, he felt gobs of cold liquid pour over his fingers.
"Get it good and slick, boy."
Ryder ran his fingers over every square inch of Perry's dick, lubing it up. He pushed the gel over the head in order to ease the entry. When he was finished, he pulled his hand away, knowing that he was saying that he was ready to get fucked.
Perry stood between his open legs. He bent over and took a quick lick at one of Ryder's nipples. He licked all the way up to Ryder's ear and whispered softly, so Bates' wouldn't hear him, "You're going to be all right. If you relax, you'll enjoy it."
Bates was standing near by, shifting from foot to foot in excitement. "C'mon Coach, you gonna do him or not?"
"There's nothing better than a virgin pussy, Adam. I'm just trying to savor it." Perry said.
Perry pulled back and lined his dick up with Ryder's hole. Heat from the boy's body enveloped his dick and he could hardly hold back. He dug his fingers into the flesh around Ryder's hips, and Ryder's whole body tensed up. He could tell that Ryder wasn't going to go easy like some of them did.
"You look at me the whole time, got it boy." Perry said.
"Yes sir," Ryder said staring the coach in the eye.
The coach pushed his cock against Ryder's body. There was resistance at first, before the coach's dick head plunged into his asshole. Instinctively, the muscles of his ass clamped down around the coach's cock and tried to force him out. Ryder's mind went blank as an unbelievable pain ripped through his body.
The feeling of hard ass muscles clamping down around his shaft was almost too much for Perry. He closed his eyes and savored it. He wanted to go deeper faster. The boy was tighter than he had imagined. His cock-head was engulfed in soft warmness as muscles twitched against his shaft. When Perry opened his eyes, Ryder had turned his head away.
Perry let go of Ryder's hips and leaned forward to grab onto his chin. As he did another two inches of thick meat slid into his new boy. "I told you to look at me, boy."
Ryder's body shuddered and he looked like he was hyperventilating. A tear ran down his cheek and through gritted teeth he groaned, "It hurts, sir."
Perry had to hand it to the kid. Getting fucked by a cock like his was no easy task, especially for a first timer. Ryder, taught to act like a man, held the pain inside, refusing to show Perry how much he wanted this to end before it had even begun. At the same time, he could see that Ryder was about to break. The truth was, at that point Perry didn't care if it hurt, he just wanted to get off.
"Bates, hold him down." Perry said gruffly.
Bates put the camera down so that it pointed toward them. Then he slid in behind Ryder and grabbed him under the armpits. Ryder looked dazed at that point, and he was breathing hard. He felt Bates' fingers dig into his flesh and then the coach pushed the rest of his dick into his body. Insane, blinding pain coursed through him. Ryder thrashed against the coach's body, kicking and trying to turn away, but the coach's body weight was too much for him to move and Bates had his torso pinned tight.
The coach's hands roamed all over him as he started to thrust. First onto his nipples, then his throat and his mouth. The pain didn't go away, but Ryder started to see through it a little bit. The coach's fingers clamped down on his throat, denying him breath for half a second, and his cock throbbed. Bates' powerful thighs flexed against his shoulders, and his cock throbbed again. Even the steady movement of flesh in and out of his asshole, turned him on a little. He alternated between incredible pain and glimpses of a new form of pleasure. Slowly, his shouts turned into whimpers and his thrashing settled into involuntary spasms.
When he opened his eyes the coach was staring right at him. "You're making me feel so good boy. Do you like making me feel good?" Perry asked.
"Yes sir." Ryder groaned.
"Even if it hurts you?" Perry said.
Ryder thought about it and realized he did. "Yes, sir."
"You're such a good boy, Josh." Perry said as he leaned forward and bit down hard on one of Ryder's nipples. "My little jock bitch, ready to get me off whatever it takes." Perry shoved in balls deep and stopped fucking for a minute. He rubbed Ryder's belly and twisted his hips a little. "Feel me inside of you, boy?" Ryder nodded. "You're going to crave this feeling before long. It will hurt every time, but it's a good hurt, because you're making me feel good." Perry said.
Ryder nodded again. The big dick inside of him was almost too much. He felt like he was either going to split open side ways or throw up.
"I'm going to cum, now, boy. Fucking deep in your belly." Perry said, "Just keep reminding yourself how good you're making me feel."
Perry jack-hammered Ryder's ass for about thirty seconds before his cock started to shoot. It was an insane orgasm. The release of a week's worth of desire and lust. Thick cum blasted through his cock and shot into Ryder's gut. He leaned over and chewed on Ryder's chest, leaving bite marks and bruises as he went. When he was finished he was totally spent, as if the last bit of his energy had been shot into his boy.
Perry looked up toward Bates, "Time for you to go."
Bates left without a word. The coach bent over and locked his lips onto Ryder's mouth. The kid was in a daze, and Perry started to revive him. Slowly, Ryder started to return the kiss and Perry felt his cock harden against his stomach.
"You did good boy." Perry said with his dick still planted firmly inside of Ryder. "Really good."
He wrapped his fingers around Ryder's dick and started to pull on it. His mouth moved back over Ryder's and they made out. Ryder kept his mouth open, enjoying the feeling of the coach's lips and hands against his body. Perry kissed aggressively, sucking Ryder's tongue and lower lip and nipping at his jaw. Then, there was a hot explosion between their bodies. Ryder panted like a bitch as he came. It was his first orgasm with something in his ass, and it felt completely different. His cum spewed out in watery lines, splashing onto Perry's abs and then dripping down into his groin. The scent of semen filled the air, and Perry never stopped kissing him.
Slowly Perry slid out and lifted himself off of Ryder. He looked down at him, "You're ok?"
Ryder nodded.
"Good," Perry turned toward the shower that attached to his office, "Well, clean yourself up and take off."
Ryder rolled over as he heard the shower start. He suddenly felt abandoned. Fucked and forgotten. He slipped his shorts back on, not even thinking to wipe the cum off of himself before he left.
Hope you liked this one. If there's something you want to see in this story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. I've gotten lots of good ideas for the coming chapters. Thanks for reading. Charlie