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These are the realities of young, aspiring football athletes.
Afternoon practice had just concluded, and the gaggle of sweaty, rosy-cheeked ten-to-fourteen-year-old British schoolboys in football uniforms were now lined up in front of their coaches. Their eyes were eager. Their smiles were wide. And the erections in their baggy shorts could not be contained. For what was next on their training menu was the 'special' one. And each one of them knew what that meant. It meant that tonight they will all be going to bed tired and sore, but thoroughly satisfied. It meant they would sleep like a baby until the sun dawned tomorrow.
Of course, not all of the boys could be selected. These many needy and delectable young boys were simply too much for the limited number of men, however virile they may be, to handle. There were whines of disappointment from the various groups in the pitch, all bemoaning their missed pairings with their favorite coaches. Luckily, their good cheer returned when the coaches reminded them this wasn’t the last special training of the year. Besides, the consolation prize was just as good. Already, the groups of boys were eyeing the other adult male coaching assistants who would lead them back to the dorms. The hunger in their eyes was more than palpable.
Because that's just the reality of life if you live in a football boarding school such as this one.
Four boys and four coaches remained in the now-empty halls of the storied institution. The rest of the boys and coaches marched into the dormitories for their own special training. The boys and men nodded at each other before they scattered in different directions throughout the football clubhouse. All were eager and willing to carry out this ancient tradition. This routine was passed on to them by past Lancastrians hundreds of years ago. Perhaps longer than before Lancashire even became a city, really.
"Alright there, David?" Coach Landon smiled. The man had a handsome, rugged look. His five o'clock shadow perfectly complemented his clean-cut look. His hair was parted to one side and combed neatly. His blue long-sleeved shirt with a tie, dress pants, and polished loafers painted an image of an immaculate man. More of a banker than a football coach. But his towering physique, with his broad shoulders and thick arms, along with his wide chest, made his profession all the more obvious to even the most oblivious.
"Yes, Coach," David replied. The twelve-year-old looked up to the man with a kind of reverence. After all, it was thanks to him that he came to be who he is. Two years ago, he was a skinny, reedy-voiced little kid who jumped in fear at everything, including his own shadow. Now, he stood tall with his lightly muscled shoulders squared. His athletic chest pushed out slightly in quiet confidence. He even styled his blond hair in the same side-parted manner as Coach Landon's brown hair. His blue eyes were bright and eager. They locked onto Coach Landon with an intensity that betrayed his calm, quiet reply.
Landon marveled at the boy as he walked over. David definitely looked ready for their afternoon session. The boy was wearing nothing but his knee-high black socks, black shin guards, and yellow football boots. His pale skin was still flushed pink from this afternoon’s training session. His slim but toned frame glistened with leftover sweat. His little cock stiffened against his stomach. The bulbous pink knob twitched with impatient anticipation. And most of all, not a single hair on his smooth, flawless body. The perfect blend of a young boy and the man he was going to be, just how Landon liked it.
"So how many has it been so far?" Landon said as he sat on the bench.
"Three, Coach," David smirked, "You've picked Steven more than me lately."
"He's an eager lad," Landon chuckled as he rubbed David's bare shoulders. "But then again, you've picked Steven often, too, after lights out."
"Right," David's grin grew wider, "Well, he's an eager lad."
Landon chuckled before leaning in close. David sighed with delight as their lips made contact. The boy traced the contours of his coach's mouth. He kissed him slowly and deeply, just like he was taught many moons ago. Their tongues rolled over each other. Landon tasted oranges on David’s tongue, no doubt from the half-time treats they gave out during practice. Landon then put his hands around David's waist and pulled him up to straddle his lap. The boy was light, but his muscles were firm. He was all hard-packed, wrapped in the smoothest, warmest of velvety skin.
David leaned more into the kiss. His left hand rubbed the coach's neck. His right hand roamed his hair. He knew the rule was not to touch the man's hair. But right now, David didn't care. He was too excited to care. His fingers ran through the immaculate, thick brown strands. He pulled back just enough from Landon’s lips to whisper, "Please." His hard little cock rubbed against the man's stomach. Clear, sticky precum stained Landon's pressed blue shirt. The boy’s left thigh pressed on Landon's right waist. David’s right toes pushed the floor just enough to feel the coach's growing hardness pressing against his bald loins.
"Oh, you clever boy," Landon sighed as he held on to David's slim waist. The man tilted his head to deepen their kiss. Their lips pressed hard against each other once more. Their tongues wrestled one another again. Their teeth clicked over their burning passion. Landon lapped up David’s delicious boyish taste. Pure boyish musk, mixed in with sweat and a simple dash of oranges. The taste of a young prepubescent boy who could barely contain himself amidst all of his raging hormones. Landon groaned as he devoured more of the twelve-year-old blond’s mouth.
The man and boy broke their kiss as they stared deep into each other’s eyes. A thin strand of saliva connected the tips of their tongues. The strand broke as Landon allowed the smiling boy to stand upright before him. He rubbed David’s sides like he was polishing a porcelain statue. A beautiful prize for him to enjoy. And he believed David was going to enjoy their afternoon session together just as much as he would.
"Well then," Landon rolled David's smooth bubble butt in his hands. "Let’s take this back to my office, shall we?"
The man grabbed a giggling David by the ass and pulled him upwards. Just like he did many times before, David placed his hands on the man's shoulders. Landon groaned with delight as he felt David's smooth thighs wrapped around his waist. The boy's legs locked tight, squeezing Landon's muscled torso. The boy's throbbing cock rubbed against his shirt as he adjusted his grip on his coach's shoulders. David grinned as he locked eyes with Landon. His blue pupils twinkled with mischief. His heart pounded a million miles a minute at the thought of what was coming.
As Landon carried David through his office door, another coach was already enjoying himself in his office. "Ahh, ohh, ffffuck!!" Coach Abbott reclined onto the headrest of his leather couch. Just like Landon, the man was built like a brick house. He had thick shoulders that strained against his dress shirt. The muscles made his tie curve on his chest instead of lying flat as he reclined. His brown hair matched his own brown eyes. His hair was also cut short and combed to one side to complete an image of a tough, no-nonsense former athlete. His square chiseled face reinforced that image. But even a tough former athlete like him was no match for the insatiable boy he got on his lap.
"Ha! You said a naughty word!" chuckled little Steven as he bounced on Abbott's cock. The cheeky ten-year-old lad had a naughty twinkle in his deep blue eyes. He loved teasing his coach for the priceless reactions he knew he was getting. His buzz-cut hair was damp, both from practice earlier and slamming his tush down on Abbott's loins presently. His pink little lips curled into a wicked grin. His smooth chest barely rose with his breaths, as he was far too busy enjoying himself to care about air.
Steven was small for his age. His skinny frame made him look almost fragile. But his enthusiasm more than made up for his shortcomings. Unlike the fully dressed Abbott, little Steven only had his shin guards and knee-high white socks pulled taut over his slender calves. His flawless, hairless little body glistened with sweat. His tiny white football boots planted firmly on either side of the coach's thighs. His cock, no thicker than a finger, stood stiff and twitching. The angry pink head glistened with precum, a thin trail dripping onto Abbott's dress shirt.
"Jesus, Steven!" the man grabbed the little boy's ass cheeks. He was truly insatiable! The child was happily bouncing his ass off and onto Abbott's nuts like he was born for it. He didn't even give the man a chance to get out of his dress pants! Steven had casually pushed Abbott back onto the couch, fished his cock out of his zipper, and shoved it into his bum like it was a practiced routine. Which, considering the school’s perverse traditions, it might as well be.
"Yah, hnnf, He would, nnghh, like me too, mmhh, wouldn't He?" Steven leaned into Abbott's right ear while his tiny hands held onto the man's broad shoulders.
The cheek of this one's mouth! Abbott just had to shut him up. Abbott moved one hand on the back of Steven's fuzzy head and pulled him in. Both boy and man opened their maws wide for a hungry kiss. Steven and Abbott smacked and slurped as the coach rubbed his right hand over the back of the boy's head and neck. His left hand kept squeezing the lad's right ass cheek.
Man and boy grunted and groaned as Abbott pushed his hips up while Steven slammed his ass down. Their tongues lashed out at each other as they kept bucking and bouncing. Abbott could taste Steven's spit mixing with the leftover tang of oranges and the faintest musk of semen. The boy must've swallowed another boy's seed before practice. Probably David's. Or maybe Travis's. Or knowing him, it's both. Abbott growled into Steven's mouth at the thought. His cock throbbed inside Steven's tight little ass.
"Ohhh Coachhhh!" Steven whined. The man's cock was driving the little lad madder by the second. The brown-haired imp had dropped his knees to the sofa cushions. He was squatting low now. His smooth thighs trembled as he lifted himself just an inch off Abbott's lap, only to slam back down with all his skinny weight. His small hands clutched at the shoulders of the big man’s shirt. The fabric strained as Steven used it for leverage. His knees were spread wide to give him ample support. The boy’s pink hole was stretched obscenely around Abbott's invading, relentless girth as he rapidly bounced on the man’s crotch.
"Cheeky, hnnnff, monkey, nghhh, aren't you? Nnhh!! Yeahhh! Take it! Take it all!" Abbott cheered. His hands held the back of the boy's neck and his right ass tight, as if he was afraid the boy would run away. But Steven had no intentions of running off. Not when he had another juicy cock to conquer.
Unlike Steven and David, though, Travis was slightly more reserved about his after-practice routines. Yes, the blond boy undressed down to his knee-high socks, shin-guards, and green footie boots without question. Yes, he allowed Coach Walter to caress the back of his neck, vigorously kiss his neck, and lick his ears. But the way the skinny ten-year-old squatted right next to the man suggested he was not open to much of anything else. His arms folded across his bare chest. His knees pushed together as he squatted. And his toes curled inward in a defensive posture. He wasn't resisting per se. He was just hesitant.
Luckily for him, Coach Walter loved shy little boys. He loved making them blossom into a full-bloomed cockhound. He loved turning them from warily eyeing his big bulge to eagerly pawing at them. He loved watching them nervously shudder under his muscular arms to hungrily licking his square, chiseled chest. He loved watching them look down at his belly with their doeful eyes, before bringing their tiny chins up to stare at his rugged visage. Most of all, he loved seeing them struggle to take his full length for the first time, to take him balls deep like his cock was their favorite toy. And Travis, Walter thought as he rubbed the boy's neck, was going to be one of his finest works.
"What's the matter, love?" Coach Walter whispered lovingly. He was still fully dressed at the moment. This, too, was part of his strategy to instill a calm sense of safety for his newest boys.
"Um, nothing. It's just, uh, I've never been with a coach before," Travis shyly peeped.
Walter smiled inwardly. He knew what that meant. Travis had been here for more than a month after all. There's no way the lads at the dorms had not laid their hands on fresh meat for that long. He imagined the boy had already been passed around among the older lads. His smooth thighs pried open beneath scratchy wool blankets. His little mouth stuffed full of eager cocks. His tight hole stretched around numerous tiny fingers before being filled properly by one of the other boys' cocks.
Probably Steven’s first. That greedy little imp loved breaking in newcomers. Then David, who always followed Steven's lead like a loyal puppy. Then perhaps even some of the fourteen-year-olds who should know that newcomers were technically off-limits to them. But then again, who has ever heard of teenagers who loved following the rules?
"I'll tell you what, lad," Coach Walter petted the top of Travis' short blond head, "All you have to do is take care of my todger. Nothing more."
Travis' eyes went down to follow the man's hand. Coach Walter then unzipped his pants to release his caged beast. The boy's eyes nearly doubled in size. It was thick. About as thick as Travis' own wrist. Veins bulged all over its shaft, twisting and knotting like tree roots. The skin was dark brown, stretched taut over steel-hard muscle beneath. A drop of precum already beaded at the tip, glistening under the office lights. The smell hit Travis next. It was musky, earthy, and almost animalistic. The boy's nostrils flared instinctively. The boy's hands soon followed.
Coach Walter smirked. He was proven right once again as Travis wordlessly leaned over to reach for his cock. His fellow boys at the dorms had taught him well. In one short month, Travis knew precisely what to do when presented with a cock. Just like the many others who had preceded him. Walter himself, as an alumnus of this great institution, had gone through the same thing many years ago, back when he was an innocent little lad just like Travis. Such was the reality of life for every new, young, aspiring athlete who had entered this academy.
Travis's pink lips parted. His small tongue darted out to flick the swollen head before wrapping his lips around it entirely. He sucked gently at first, his blue eyes wide as he marveled at the sheer size of the man’s cock. Walter chuckled softly, threading his fingers through Travis’ short blond hair. The boy bobbed forward, taking more and more into his wet, eager mouth. Travis’ cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder. His nose pressed against the thick thatch of curls at the base of Walter’s dick. The coach groaned, tilting his head back against the couch.
"Ohhh, that's it, that's a good boy," Coach Walter purred. His hand reached down to massage the back of the child's head, helping him along in his eager endeavor. His other hand went for Travis's ass. Walter cupped the boy's buns while Travis slurped at his hard pink meat. Drool and precum dripped onto the man's pants. The man rubbed Travis's smooth ass cheeks as the boy bobbed up and down on his shaft. The blond lad didn't even realize he was spreading his knees apart as a sign of eager participation. His entire posture was relaxing as Walter massaged his crack. The coach grinned as he felt Travis's tight little hole twitching beneath his fingertips.
"Mmmhh," Travis moaned onto the cock. Walter could feel the boy's hole was loose and wet. Such an eager slut wrapped in a shy boy's packaging! How many paid visits to his love tunnel in the short month he's been with them? The man grinned as he pushed his middle finger deeper. Travis' muscles clamped tight around the invading digit, his little body instinctively resisting. But the boy didn't pull away. Instead, he sucked Walter's cock harder, his tongue swirling around the thick veins as if trying to distract himself from the finger stretching his ring.
"Yeah, you like that, don’t you?" Walter chuckled. He could feel the child loosening as he slurped his dick with a vengeance. The coach always appreciated eager beavers. He pushed his middle finger deeper into Travis' tight hole, twisting and curling it like a fishhook. The boy whined around his cock, his cheeks flushing pink. Drool leaked from the corners of Travis' lips as he struggled to breathe through his nose. His little hands clutched at Walter's thick thighs, fingers digging into the man's slacks.
"Bloody hell," Tyler gasped as he stared at the monitor. The twelve-year-old with the flattop blond hair couldn't take his eyes off the screen. He was restlessly fidgeting in his white and black football uniform as he watched Coach Walter and Travis go at it on-screen. Tyler had an athletic build with lean muscles earned from years of football drills. His shoulders were already showing definition at twelve, with the promise of broadness to come. His legs were smooth but powerful, his thighs taut beneath his shorts as he bounced on his knees. Or rather, on Coach Havers's left thigh.
"Language, mate," Coach Havers chuckled. He was a middle-ground type of a disciplinarian. Sure, he puts the boys in their place when they get rowdy. But other times, he allowed them to just be themselves. His handsome face was bronzed from years of outdoor training. The short, darkened blond locks of his hair curled slightly at the top of his forehead. His green eyes twinkled with amusement as Tyler squirmed on his lap. His muscular thighs flexed beneath the boy's weight. His broad chest stretched his tight polo shirt as he leaned back in his office chair. One thick arm rested on the headrest with practiced ease while the other stayed on his unoccupied right thigh.
"Sorry, Coach, but it's blo, er, brilliant innit?" Tyler looked back at him like an excited pup. He might have the body of a twelve-year-old, but inside he's still just a little kid. "Never knew we could peep in on the lads on a bit of how's your father!"
Havers chuckled. No adult he knew used that turn of a phrase for sex from the past two decades, let alone a twelve-year-old boy of the digital age. But Tyler was correct. As Head Coach of the football academy, Havers was given privileges that no other faculty members were privy to. That includes access to the many hidden cameras installed around the campus on his personal office computer. Cameras that were placed there to capture every moment of the beautiful celebration of a young athlete’s body, precisely such as this one.
"Now, where did you hear that, mate?" Havers grilled Tyler as he gently rubbed the boy's shoulders.
"From the telly," Tyler grinned.
"Right. And what else does the telly tell you?" Havers purred.
"Well," Tyler's grin got wider, "Right at this bit, I'm supposed to do this."
The boy then scooted forward a bit so he could remove his footie shorts while still sitting pretty on Coach Havers' thigh. His beautiful little pale cock sprang out instantly. Tyler was going commando, and today it was for a very good reason. The pink tip glistened with precum. At twelve, Tyler's cock was thick for his age. Nothing impressive, mind, but it was slowly getting there. The shaft was smooth and hairless. Veins were faintly visible beneath the delicate skin. His foreskin was pulled taut over the swollen head. They were stretched tight from his constant arousal.
Tyler grinned as he stroked himself slowly. His fingers were barely able to wrap around his own girth. The boy was definitely proud of his gift. He also loved showing it off even more. But most important of all, he loved the way Havers' eyes gleamed with longing each time he had a proper look. He loved watching his favorite coach watch him play with his smooth little treasure. He loved teasing the man with what he got between his legs. For he knew the more he did, the more the handsome, athletic man would give him what he craved: a right pounding that would make him see stars.
"Right. And what else?" Havers smiled.
"Well, then, I'm supposed to do this," Tyler stopped his ministrations. He then draped his arms around Havers’s neck. The man then had one hand wrapped around Tyler's preteen cock, jerking it off. "Yes, you're supposed to do that," Tyler sighed. His face was now dangerously close to Havers' own, so much that the boy could practically taste the mint toothpaste in the coach’s breath.
"Right," the man sighed onto his loving pupil's face, his hand continued to jerk off Tyler’s precious family jewels.
"And then, nnh, I'm supposed to do this," Tyler leaned in to hungrily kiss Havers on the mouth.
The man returned the treatment in kind. Man and boy smacked and slurped their lips on each other's. They jut out their tongue to lick each other's faces. Their noses bumped. Their teeth clicked. Their foreheads clashed. Their saliva mixed. All semblance of technique and patience thrown away in favor of pure passion. Their tongues rolled around like two snakes wrestling for dominance. Havers groaned as Tyler bit his lower lip and pulled. The boy whined as Havers squeezed his cock harder in retaliation.
While Havers and Tyler were just starting their session, David and Landon were already deep into it. Landon had the boy pinned down on his couch. His cock was buried deep in David's anus. Landon showed the boy no mercy. David never wanted any. Man and boy groaned loudly into each other's mouths. Their tongues danced together. Their saliva mixed. Their breaths mingled. The scent of oranges still lingered around David's lips. The boy's legs were wrapped around his coach's waist. His toes curled inward with each thrust. His thighs trembled against Landon's hips. His smooth chest heaved up and down as he struggled to breathe through the rough fucking.
"Uhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" David gasped with every thrust. Landon's thick cock jackhammered into his willing hole. The man's heavy balls slapped against the boy’s smooth cheeks. The force of each thrust shook David’s limbs. His hard, trembling cock bounced between their stomachs. The boy’s precum stained Landon's dress shirt. The wet patch grew larger with each passing second. David's hands clutched at the man's broad shoulders. His blue eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook him. His blond hair was tousled and damp with sweat.
"Nnnnnhhhfffuckk!" Landon growled as he eased back. The man practically ripped off his shirt and tie, the only articles of clothing he had on. He tossed them aside to join his pants, socks, and shoes on the floor. His proud, muscular body was dripping with sweat. The man gripped David's slim hips tightly. The child's waist was so small that Landon's thumbs nearly touched. He then pulled David onto his crotch. His low-hanging nuts slammed repeatedly against the twelve-year-old's soft yet firm buttocks.
"Ohhhhcooooooach!!" David moaned. He closed his eyes to savor the rapid thrusts. His hand went down to his throbbing cocklet. He gripped his dickie and jerked off furiously. The boy arched his back as his cum splattered across his bare chest. His pink nipples hardened. His defined youthful abs trembled. His legs squeezed Landon's waist tighter. He savored the aftershock of his first orgasm of the afternoon. Clearly, this wasn't going to be the last.
Landon grunted as he felt David's hole clamping down hard on his cock. The boy was cumming from having his ass played! Such a perfect little slut! The coach gripped David's hips harder. He drove his cock even deeper into the convulsing boy. Landon could feel every twitch of David's insides massaging his shaft. The boy's orgasm made his hole pulse rhythmically around the man’s cock. He groaned as his balls tightened. He was so close. Yet he had to persevere. A young boy like David could cum anytime he wanted. An adult man like him, though, had to pace himself.
The same thought went through Coach Abbott as he fucked Steven's upturned ass. The man had Steven pinned on his back underneath him. The boy's legs were on either side of his powerful hips. The skinny limbs flailed as Coach Abbott pumped Steven full of cock. He slammed and slammed and slammed into the poor gaping anus. But not once did Steven offer a peep of complaint. In fact, each time the man hissed as he bottomed out in his hole, the boy cheered in delight. His squeaky voice escaped the mountain of muscle he was smothered under.
"Oh yes, yes, Coach! Ahh! Fffuck me harder!" Steven squealed, his high-pitched voice cracking with pleasure as Abbott's thick cock stretched his tiny hole. "Fffuck, nhh, your prick's ssssso bigggg, nngh, stretchin' me, ugghh, wider than David's!" The boy arched his back, shamelessly grinding against Abbott's thrusts. His words were punctuated by wet slaps of flesh. Abbott's balls hammered against Steven's smooth cheeks like the man was trying to smash them against the child’s ass. "Bet, ah, bet you wanna, ahhh, fuck me, ugghh, so hard it, ahh, popped out me mouth, yeah? Hnngghh! Make me, unnh, c-choke on it like l-l-last Tuesday, ahhh!!"
"Jesus Christ, lad!" Abbott groaned. Little Steven just knew how to push his buttons. The filthy talk made him pound the boy even harder. The man’s hips pistoned like a machine, driving his thick cock deep into Steven’s hidden depths. The boy’s entire hairless body trembled with delight. His footie boots threatened to fly off his feet over how hard his legs were swinging. The coach could feel Steven’s insides clamping down like a greedy fist. It was hot, slick, and relentless. His balls slapped against the boy’s smooth ass. The wet smack of skin-on-skin echoed through the office.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!!" Steven cheered as he savored the conquering pound. The little slut was gagging for it. He grabbed the man's muscular abs. He sucked on the man's nipple. He pulled on Abbott's body with his tiny digits. All was for his benefit. All for that delicious fat cock destroying what remained of his innocence. Steven licked his lips. He tasted his own sweat dripping down his face. The squeak of leather below him was mixed with the wet squelches of their two colliding bodies. He could feel the joyous tingle of his first orgasm of the afternoon as his coach rammed his dick against the boy’s sweet spot with a vengeance.
Coach Abbott could feel Steven's dickie throbbing against his bare belly. Yet he never stopped pumping. This insatiable little beast was a creature of lust. He would never be satisfied with just one cum. So he kept at it, plunging his meat deeper into Steven's tight little love canals. The boy gasped and groaned with each thrust. Abbott leaned down to lick the sweat off Steven's soft shoulder. He growled against the boy's flushed skin. The scent of sweat and musk filled his nose. It was pure boy. It was pure Steven. The man's cock twitched inside the boy's clenching hole. He pressed down on Steven tighter, mating with the boy with animalistic fervor.
"HMMPHH!! HMMHHH!! MMMHH! MMMMM!!" Travis moaned over the cock in his mouth. The boy was upside down in his Coach's embrace. His head swung like a pendulum over the man's girthy shaft. The boy eagerly swallowed Walter's cock like a greedy kitten sucking milk. His tongue flicked and fluttered over every vein and ridge. His lips stretched taut over Walter's thick girth. The man groaned as Travis bobbed his head back and forth. Drool and precum dripped from his lips onto Walter's bulging stomach.
Coach Walter chuckled darkly as he adjusted his grip on Travis' smooth thighs. He had kept his promise. He did keep his dick away from the nervous boy's back door. But he never said he wouldn't work on it with his limbs. Walter's calloused fingers rammed into Travis' quivering anus. The man's greedy mouth devoured Travis' hairless genitals and taut little balls. The big brute ignored Travis' desperate whines. Travis's boypussy won't be meeting the business end of his cock today. But by the time he was done rimming and fingering and sucking and stretching the sweet lad, the twelve-year-old’s anus would be tingling all day long and begging for his dick.
SLLRPP!! "Yeah, boy! Nnh!" SCHLORP!! "SUCK IT GOOD!!"
Travis held on to Walter by hooking his legs around the man's neck and his arms around the man's waist. He might be one of the taller boys back at the dorms. But under Walter's ministrations? Travis felt tinier than the tiniest of tots. The man was treating the boy’s body like a rag doll under his well-practiced hands. Travis could feel Walter's fingers curled inside his once-tight hole. They stretched the boy's ring wider with each push. Then he felt the man’s tongue snaking deep into his hole. The boy moaned loudly onto Walter's cock as he felt the man's fleshy appendage lap hungrily where the sun doesn’t shine. Travis' entire body shuddered as Walter growled against his sensitive flesh, his stubble tickling the boy's smooth cheeks.
"That's it, lad," Walter murmured against Travis' puckering hole. His breath was hot against the boy's damp skin. "Take it nice and deep. Just like that." He pushed his middle and index fingers deeper, twisting them slowly inside Travis' clenched heat. The boy whimpered around the thick cock in his mouth. His body shook and shuddered under the relentless waves of pleasure. Walter could feel Travis' muscles resisting at times, only to yield to his persistent invasion. The coach smirked against the boy's smooth skin. He knew Travis would come around eventually. They always did. And they always ended up on the business end of his cock.
"Ohh! Ohhh! H-He's really having it!" Tyler cheered, eyes still glued to the monitor. Right now, both he and Coach Havers had discarded most of their clothes. The man was completely naked, while Tyler kept his socks, shin guards, and white footie boots. He was squatting on Havers' cock. The man's meat was lodged deep in his tush. Havers himself was not moving him, though. He was too busy enjoying Tyler taking the initiative and impaling himself on the man’s rock-hard cock.
"Hnnh, you, nnh, like, nnh, watching yer mate, hnnhh, get buggered, h-huh?" Havers chuckled and groaned. The clever boy was working wonders with his ass. The man's cock throbbed inside Tyler's tight heat. The boy was bouncing on his lap like a seasoned pro. His smooth thighs flexed with each upward stroke. His white knee-high socks stayed perfectly taut around his calves. His black footie boots planted firmly on the seat cushions next to Havers' hairy thighs. Tyler’s lean, youthful torso twisted and turned as he rode Havers' cock with wild abandon. His sweaty back rubbed against Havers' chest. His little cock bounced up and down, drooling precum all over the expensive upholstery.
Tyler grinned through his gasps of delight. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he glanced between Havers' face behind him and the monitor in front of him. "Y-yeah! 'S'like, hnngh, watchin' a practice video, hnnff, but better!" The boy punctuated his words with a particularly rough bounce. He waggled his hips so his hole would milk Havers' thick girth. A deep, appreciative groan from the man followed closely. Tyler grinned, his blond fringes stuck to his sweaty forehead as he worked his hips in tight circles. "Hnngh, bet, hnngh, I'm tighter, hnnh, than Travis!" he licked his lips, enjoying both the show on the monitor and the cock splitting his tight ass.
"N-Not, nnfff, a competition, mate," Havers sighed as he handed Tyler the remote. "But if, fnnh, hnnh, you're that worried, nnhh, about your mates, mmhh, h-here! Why don't, unnff, you have, hnnnhh, a look, nnnhh, for yourself?"
"Can I?" Tyler smiled as he glanced back at Havers. His face was flushed pink. His whole body glowed from the combination of the glistening sweat and the waning light of the afternoon sun shining from the large glass windows behind them.
"Have a ball, pet," Havers sighed and smiled. Despite his new toy, Tyler has not neglected his duties. He kept on bouncing on Havers's cock while aiming an unsteady hand at the large monitor before them. Though his aim was shaky, the screen registered the boy's button press anyway. It flickered for a split-second before a new display announced it was showing 'Cam 016' on the top corner of the screen.
Travis' flailing limbs were replaced by another boy on screen. This one was younger, perhaps around ten. He was clinging to the front of a large, tanned, athletic man with brown hair. His short blond mop bounced as the man's cock cleaved the boy's anus. Well, what's not drenched with water shooting down from the showerhead, at least. The boy's smooth, hairless body glistened with droplets. The man's muscular chest dripped with sweat and spray as he hammered the boy's ass with his hands, gripping the parted cheeks. His powerful thighs flexed with each thrust. His thick cock glistened under the dimmed lights as it disappeared into the boy's tight pink hole again and again.
The boy moaned loudly into the man's shoulder. His small hands gripped the back of the man's strong neck. His smooth thighs trembled as they wrapped around the man's waist. His cocklet rubbed against the man's abs, dribbling precum in tiny strings onto their slick stomachs. The boy's sopping wet blond hair clung to his forehead as he tipped his head back, gasping as the man's cock rubbed against his sensitive insides. The man growled, then leaned in to seize the small, gasping mouth before him. Man and boy devoured each other's lips and tongues. Their desperate slurps and lusty smacks rose over the sound of running water.
The man got more and more fired up. He lifted the boy higher, angling his hips to drive deeper. The boy whimpered, his eyes closed tight as the man violated both his mouth and his ass. The thick cock shoved even more impossibly deeply into the stuffed little hole. The wet slap of flesh echoed off the tiles. Steam rose around them, mixing with the boy's high-pitched moans and hungry adult's growls. The sound of the man's balls slapping against the boy's smooth ass cheeks again and again came through clearly over the speakers. The sharp sound melded together like a jackhammer made out of meat. No, scratch that. Like a jackhammer made out of meat left out in the pouring rain.
"Would you, hnnf, done that, nnhh, had I asked, Coach?" Tyler sighed as he bounced a little faster on Havers's cock.
"Definitely," Havers replied, smiling as he let the boy work his pole.
Once again, Tyler fiddled with the remote. This time, the words 'Cam 053' were on the corner, and the image had changed once again. Three naked bodies were on full high-definition display. An eleven-year-old boy, a thirteen-year-old, and a muscular man with a deep tan were rutting together happily. They were in what looked like the locker room of the clubhouse. And all three were on all fours on the bench, connected dicks to asses. The man was at the very back, fucking the thirteen-year-old's ass while the thirteen-year-old was fucking the eleven-year-old up his butt.
The blond, youngest boy was squealing the whole time. His skinny arms wobbled as he held up the weight of the two older males behind him. His smooth thighs trembled with each forceful thrust. His tiny cock twitched wildly, drooling precum in thin strings onto the varnished wood beneath him. His smooth chest heaved as the thirteen-year-old plowed him from behind. The older boy had his hands firmly planted on the eleven-year-old's slender hips. His slickened cock drove into the bubble butt with rough, uneven strokes. The older boy's own brown fringes stuck to his sweaty forehead. His expression was midway between pain and pleasure as the man behind him pounded his ass mercilessly.
"Ahh! Ahh! Fuck! It's, it's too much!" the older boy gasped. His voice cracked as he was sandwiched between the younger one's warm anus and the man's piercing cock. Yet never once did he slow down, nor break the rhythm of their three colliding bodies. Sweat sprayed off his toned, hairless torso each time the man lunged into him. The force of the thrust forced him to lunge into his smaller friend in front of him. The thirteen-year-old grimaced and hissed. He shuddered nonstop while the meat shaft pistoned in and out of his tender anus. The fucker was also the fuckee. Two sides of the same forbidden, unrelenting pleasure.
"Would you, ahh, have done, nnh, that?" Tyler huffed as he glanced back at the man fucking his ass.
"Ohhh, go on, mate," Havers sighed, "Like you, hnnh, h-haven't got, mmhh, Steven and David t-to, ohhh, do that!"
Tyler's only response was a chuckle of acknowledgment. He then fumbled with the remote some more without neglecting his duty. As he bounced his ass on Havers' cock, the monitor beeped to a new feed. It was 'Cam 067' now, and what he saw made Tyler's eyes double in size. Clearly, he found the feed he was looking for. For he licked his lips, set the remote down on the table, and bounced even faster and harder on Coach Havers' lap. His youthful libido was firing on all cylinders. The lurid display before him fueled the insatiable fuckmachine that was this young, aspiring youth football athlete.
Cam 067 seemed to feed an image from one of the dorms' common rooms. It was now a little past 4 PM. This would’ve been tea time on a normal day. But everything was less than normal on this particular day. After all, today was general practice day. And as a consolation prize for all the boys who couldn’t spend time with their favorite coaches, what was being served around the dormitories at tea time would not be simple tea and crumpets. No, what is getting served on early evenings on this particular day would be cocks and balls. And judging from what was happening on screen, there were plenty of them to go around.
Eleven boys, an entire team aged ten to fourteen, were naked on screen. Their footie gear was strewn across the room. Shirts were draped over sofas. Shorts landed on tabletops. Underwear hung from furniture on every corner. All were naked save, naturally, for their knee-high socks, shin guards, and footie boots of varying colors. All of them were of varying types of blond, brown, and dark-haired youths. All of them were short-haired and of varying build. Some were gangly and awkward-looking. Others had muscular builds that suggested years of training. Their smooth bodies were slick with sweat and precum. Their pink cocks were stiff, some twitching with neediness. Their taut little balls bounced as they wiggled and squirmed in the piles of naked, sweaty flesh.
Three equally naked adult men were with them. Assistant coaches and understudies, all well-versed in the art of man-boy sex. The men were far larger, broader, and darker than their eleven much younger charges. Their hairy chests were slick with sweat. Their thick cocks were coated with juices from multiple boys' holes. Their muscular thighs flexed as they worked their hips. Their strong hands gripped slender hips and smooth shoulders, guiding eager young bodies onto their meat. Their deep voices growled instructions and encouragements to the boys. The sound of skin slapping skin was a constant. Moans, grunts, and giggles rose and fell with each thrust. And they all came through clearly over the monitor's built-in speakers.
Any boy who couldn't get to a coach's cock found each other's instead. The common room floor was a tangle of smooth limbs and straining hairless bodies. Blond heads bobbing on bald crotches. Pink mouths opened wide to welcome hardened little pickles. Hairless thighs were spread shamelessly by their owners or fellow helpful teammates. One twelve-year-old knelt with his spine arched sharply, a fellow teammate right behind him to tongue-probe his twitching hole. Two other, smaller boys jostled for space at his leaking cock. They fought like hungry baby birds for that delicious worm. Their tiny tongues lapped up the pink, twitching shaft. The groans of the appreciative lad accompanied their every slurp.
One man dominated the center of the mess. He was built like a mountain, with muscles in all the right places. A veined cock as thick as his wrist was currently buried balls-deep in a glucking thirteen-year-old's throat. The boy's knees trembled violently on the sofa cushions where he knelt obediently. His cute button nose was crushed against the big brute's coarse pubic hair. The man showed him no mercy. He gripped the back of the boy's blond head with both hands and pistoned hard. His heavy sack slapped wetly against the kid's chin with every thrust. Yet the boy made no effort to get away. In fact, the dreamy look he cast up at the man as he caressed his balls made him look like he was revering a living god.
On the coffee table, two ten-year-olds were stacked like firewood. The bottom boy whimpered as he took his friend's slender cock up his ass while simultaneously sucking a third boy's erection. The one on top kept losing his balance, his socked feet kept slipping in spilled cum as he furiously fucked downward. His sweaty forehead was pressed against the third boy's own. They kissed furiously as they pumped the bottom boy's respective holes with a vengeance. Every time they bottomed out, the boy beneath the two made a sound somewhere between a distressed whine and a needy sigh. The high, reedy sound only fired up his two companions as they fucked into their playmate even harder and faster.
"AWHHH!! AHHH!! OHHH!! BLOODYYY HELLLL!!" Tyler howled, both from the lurid display on-screen and the cock plowing his bottom. Coach Havers was properly fired up, too. He bucked his hips violently upward, forcing Tyler to bounce even higher on his lap. The boy's hole became far more accommodating of Havers' invading cock with each thrust. His hands scrabbled at the man's hairy thighs for purchase. His digits clawed at the man's muscles while he bounced around like a rag doll. Sweat sprayed off their colliding bodies, droplets catching the late afternoon light slanting through the windows.
"HMMHH!! MMMH!! MMMMMMHHHH!!" Travis whined over Coach Walter's cock in his mouth. The boy had learned to breathe through his nose. He no longer felt like the cock was choking his air supply. He could now take the entire length without triggering his gag reflex. But right now, Travis was more appreciative of Walter's tongue plunging deep into his tiny hole. The boy wiggled his hips instinctively to shove more of the intrusive appendage into his anus. And Coach Walter, ever the pleaser of boys, gave him what he wanted. The man curled his tongue inside Travis' twitching rectum. The boy moaned loudly. His spit-slicked lips vibrated around Walter's cock as he screamed his joy into the thick shaft.
"OHH!!! YES! YESS!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!" Steven cheered with equal parts joy and fervor. The little ten-year-old blond boy was lying on his belly atop Coach Abbott's desk. His smooth thighs were spread wide to accommodate the man's thick cock drilling into his tiny hole. His skinny arms flailed wildly. One hand clutched at the edge of the desk while the other pawed at the man's powerful forearm. Abbott pinned the child down by the back of his neck, forcing the boy's face flat against the polished wood. His grip was firm, yet ultimately pointless. The smile on Steven's face was proof that he wasn't going anywhere.
"NNHH!! NNNHH!! NNNN!! NNNNNGGGHH!" David moaned into Coach Landon's mouth. The boy had a dreamy look as the man's large frame enveloped his body. He was pinned flat on his back. His legs were spread wide. His knees were bent. His toes curled against Landon's ribs with every deep thrust. The couch creaked beneath them. The hinges groaned in protest as Landon's muscular hips pistoned relentlessly. The boy's pink nipples rubbed against the man's sweat-slicked chest with each downstroke. David's wiry frame shuddered each time they did. The boy's cock bounced between their pressed stomachs. His bulbous pink bulb smeared sticky trails of precum across Landon's abs.
"OHH SHIT AGHH FUCK FUCK YESSSSS TAKE IT TAKE IT AHHH OHHHHH MMPPHH HHNNGLCK OWHHH OHHHH OOOGGGAAAWWWW FASTERRRRR DEEPERRRR HARDERR YEAH LIL SLUT SUCK THAT DICK AWWWHH JAAYYYSSSUUSSSSS OHHHGGGAAAWWWWDDD OHHHH COACCHHHHHHH!!"
All across the academy, shouts of male arousal reached a crescendo. Young boys reached nirvana at the end of another male's cock. Coaches taught their boys proper "teamwork" and rewarded them properly for a job well done. The four boys in their coaches' offices also joined in on the cacophony. David whined as his seed splattered against his and his coach's pressed abs. Steven howled with delight as his coach flooded his guts with gallons of cum. Travis glucked for his life and dutifully swallowed every last drop of his coach's seed. And Travis shot a powerful jet of cum that arched high in the air as his coach unloaded into his ass.
All across the campus were similar shouts of joy as the men and boys reached their climax. Boys screamed and gasped in delight. Their tiny bodies shuddered as they squeezed out every last drop of their tormentor’s seeds. Coaches groaned, their powerful bodies strained as they pumped their seed into their boys’ eager holes and mouths. The academy was rife with thick moans, grunts, and the wet slap of flesh crashing against flesh. As the sun continued to set, more and more boys and men spilled their seed into, onto, and over each other as the celebration slowly came to an end.
The last of the sun's golden rays disappeared under the horizon as the last little boy squeaked in delight. Drippy bodies clung to one another, limbs tangled, sweat cooling on flushed skins. Coach Havers chuckled as Tyler slumped bonelessly against his chest, the boy's fingers still twitching where they clutched at the man's damp shoulders. Walter cradled Travis' shuddering body, teasing the boy by nipping at his neck while Travis gulped down the remnants of the man's cum. Steven giggled sporadically, patting and caressing Abbott like he would a dog who had performed a trick admirably. David, meanwhile, kept kissing Landon deep in his mouth, as if he was afraid the man would simply vanish if he loosened his grip.
The cameras spread around campus caught similar sights among the other nameless men and boys. Beneath the din of the locker room lights, the droning of the showerheads, and the murmur of the crowd in the common room. Boys caressed men's necks like satisfied puppies. Men rubbed boys' bellies like they were expecting their firstborns. Boys gently humped each other; the mind was willing, but the body was too fatigued for an encore. Friends, teammates, and even families have gotten closer than they would ever have dreamed possible. But it's not impossible. Not here. Not in this academy.
The clock ticked to 6:15 PM. Supper was right around the corner. Yet not a single one of them moved. None of them was in any hurry. They knew that this was a deviation from their normal schedule. That it would be eating into their after-practice routines. Dinner, homework, and even bedtime would be tended to far later than was usual if they didn't leg it then and there. They all knew that. But not a single one cared.
Because this, too, is the reality of young, aspiring football athletes.
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