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Coach got out to the field a little after practice actually started, so the guys were already working out. They’d done their calisthenics and were running around on the field with the balls flying through the air. He saw that Willy was working with the center striker and seemed to be enjoying himself. Coach guessed that he was feeling more like one of the regular guys on the team since he wasn’t doing any basics anymore.
Coach worked with some of the guys, hollered at some others, clapped a few backs, slapped a few butts, and generally felt like the team was going to have a good year this time around. At least he sure hoped so, or his scouting skills would come into question. He always had a quota to fill when he was scouting and recruiting. Some years the pickings were slim, and scouts all over barely found enough guys who could make the cut, and other years saw their recruiting cups running over. At those times, all other things being equal, he tried first to recruit those guys he thought were gay, as was the case with Willy. A lot more often than not he was right, as was the case with Willy.
Once again the head coach’s whistle brought everything to a screeching halt and the guys filtered off the field toward the showers. Coach Edwards caught Willy on the field.
“Take your time,” he said quickly, and then pushed Willy on his way. Willy ran off the field with a huge smile on his face.
The locker room was full of the usual banter and antics, and Willy wasted some time by making a phone call outside the locker room. The other guys hooted and hollered, and swung their dicks, eventually got in and out of the showers, got dressed, and left. Willy managed to stall so that he was still in the shower when the last guy walked out of the locker room.
He stepped out of the shower, grabbed his towel and looked around. He didn’t really know his way around the place, and wondered where Coach was, or even where his office was. Finally, he heard a door open somewhere, and in a few seconds Coach walked around the corner; again wearing only that tiny towel that drove Willy nuts last week.
“Coach,” Willy stood up and smiled as he walked toward Coach with his dick sticking straight out leading the way. “This ain’t gonna work at all.”
Coach looked puzzled. “What won’t work?”
Willy reached out and grabbed Coach’s towel. He whipped it off and tossed it somewhere behind him. Now Coach was as naked as Willy and both gorgeous dicks were pointed at each other. “Now this will work just fine!” Willy laughed as he threw his arms around Coach and kissed him.
Coach wrapped his arms around Willy, and both dicks finished getting rock hard while at the same time getting mashed against each other. Willy sucked on Coach’s tongue so hard that Coach was a little surprised he still had it attached when they broke off the kiss. “Did Brian tell you to do this?” he teased Willy.
Willy snickered. “Yeah.”
“You told him about last week then?”
“Yeah,” Willy answered and reached up and played with Coach’s nipples. “He’s been having some fun of his own.”
“No kidding?” Coach reached down and cupped Willy’s butt. “And you’re okay with it all?”
“Sure!” Willy was shorter than Coach just enough that he only had to lean down a little to lick his nipples. He licked and kissed them as he talked. “We had so much fun – mmm – telling each other what we did – slurp – spent a long time on the phone – kiss – going over every – slurp – last – slurp – detail – kiss,” and he bit Coach’s tit.
“Oooo,” Coach’s dick got harder against Willy’s belly. “Man am I glad to hear that!” He leaned down and kissed the top of Willy’s head. “And to feel that!” He reached down to grab hold of Willy’s dick.
Willy looked up at Coach with a wicked grin on his face. He playfully but firmly pushed Coach’s hand away from his dick, then backed up and straddled the same bench they fucked on the other day. He sat on the bench and lay back. His legs spread and his feet went up in the air again. One hand stroked his dick and the other played with his own ass as he grinned at Coach.
“Uh, uh, coach,” he snickered. “You want some of this – you gotta tell me what you meant first.”
Coach stepped forward, his face showing clearly that he was enjoying the teasing. Willy put a foot up on Coach’s chest to hold him back while still snickering.
“I mean it, Coach,” he teased with his toes. “You gotta tell me first.”
Coach grabbed Willy’s foot and pulled it up to his face. He kissed the ball and let his tongue slide in between the toes, one after another. “Well buddy, know what?” Coach said and sucked on Willy’s big toe. “I really don’t need to tell ya,” he sucked on the other toes and licked Willy’s foot. “Not anymore, anyway.”
“Huh?” Willy looked puzzled and rubbed his foot in Coach’s face while Coach licked away. “Now what the hell do you mean by that?”
Coach kissed Willy’s heel. “I don’t have to tell ya, ‘cause,” he took the other four toes in his mouth and let his tongue work a few seconds while Willy smiled. “I can show ya now.”
“Yeah?” Willy grinned and licked his lips. “So, show me.”
“Hmmm?” Coach mumbled while he sucked Willy’s toes.
“I said – show me,” Willy laughed.
“I can’t hear ya,” Coach mumbled again and licked up and down Willy’s foot, his eyes boring into Willy.
Willy took the bait and raised his voice. “So show me!!”
At that, suddenly, other guys from the team walked around the corner.
“Fuckin’ shit!!” Willy yelped. He saw six, maybe seven, maybe eight, oh hell, he didn’t know how many guys crowded between the lockers behind Coach, who was doubled up laughing. It didn’t register with Willy that all the guys were naked, and all their dicks were hard. Willy’s eyes looked like they would pop out of his head as if he was in a cartoon. His feet started flailing in the air like they did last Friday when coach was fucking him, only this time he was trying to sit up, get off the bench, cover his dick, and think of something to say. Turns out he wasn’t too good at multitasking. In his shock and hurry he only succeeded in falling off the bench onto the floor. He kicked his legs around, still trying to cover himself, but only wound up looking silly.
Laughter filled the locker room and almost drowned out Willy’s “What the fuck?” and the guys all circled around him while Coach sat on the bench and laughed. Willy stopped moving and wound up laying in a heap on the floor; his knees tucked under his chin. He thought he was hiding his hard on that way. He also thought his life was over. He’d never been out to anyone before and thought the guys caught him and Coach, and were about to do horrible things to his body and his reputation. He even flinched when he felt a few hands on his body.
But before he could say anything, he felt one of the hands slide over his butt and tickle his hole. Another worked its way between his legs and fondled his dick. He opened his eyes and looked up at the guys. They were all gathered around him and smiling.
“All right, dude!” he heard a voice say.
“Great fuck last week, huh?” another asked.