Straight As

Straight As

This next scene was a common one in the club. I'd seen dozens of this scene and they never disappointed.

The size-difference dynamic and power play was always popular.

Today's scene was a student who failed his ancient history class.

I'd seen this guy a few times. He was popular, as the client who requested the scene or one who signed up as a participant. He was a very young-looking twenty-one-year-old. The definition of a twink.

When I'd first seen him last year, I damn near had a stroke trying to read the contract for his verification.

He damn near looked sixteen.

Five-foot-three, small build. Hell, I don't even think he shaved yet, not his face, anyway. He did have a tattoo on the back of his calf, which was the only thing that made him not look like a boy.

It didn't help that he shaved his balls. Zero pubic hair, and that helped with the daddy/boy fantasy. As did his big brown eyes and boyish looks.

So yes, he was popular.

Plenty of guys loved the teacher/student role-play, same with daddy/boy role-play, the scoutmaster/scout, or in this case, the coach/player.

The coach's office fit-out was a classic scene. There were baseball bats and basketballs, pennants, and trophies. And a large sturdy desk with special padded edges.

The first man walked in. The coach. He was a biggish man, clearly athletic by the way he filled out his suit pants and tight button-down. With his sleeves were rolled to his elbows, his muscular forearms were a sight to behold. He had dark hair, was maybe late thirties. He took his seat in the coach's chair behind his desk.

Then his scene partner came in.

The baseball player, wearing his tight white pants and his baseball shirt. He even wore a baseball cap. He looked like he was straight off the pitch.

"Excuse me, sir," he said. "You wanted to see me?"

"Ah, yes, Joey, come in," Coach said. He gestured to the chair across from him. "Take a seat."

Joey walked in, his cleats clacking on the floor, and sat opposite his coach. "What can I do for you, sir?"

"We need to talk about your grades, Joey."

He shrank. "I know, Coach. I'm sorry."

"If you fail a class, you'll lose your place on the team."

"But sir, I've been tryin' real hard."

"Your teachers say you're a good boy."

"I am, sir."

"And they say it's not for the lack of trying."

"Sir, I do try," Joey said. He sounded so convincing. "I can't fail. If I'm off the team, I'll lose my scholarship and my parents will kill me. I'll do anything, Coach. Anything."

Coach studied him, sized him up, and smiled. "Anything?"

"Whatever it takes, Coach. I'll do whatever you ask."

Coach smiled, then stood up and walked around to Joey's side of the desk. He stood right in front of him, leaned his ass against the padded edges, hands beside him on the desktop.

"I can get you a pass in all your subjects, Joey," Coach said.

"You can?" he asked excitedly.

"But we'll need an agreement, you and me."

"Anything."

"It'll have to be a secret, okay? You can't tell anyone."

"Okay. I promise."

Coach took Joey's chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Good boy. Now, the other guys on your team. You like them?"

Joey nodded. "Yes, Coach."

"You like showering with them?" Coach asked, his voice low. "Seeing naked boys, Joey. You like that, don't you?"

"Oh." Joey ducked his head. "I, uh . . . I . . ."

"I see you looking in the showers," Coach murmured. "You like cocks, Joey?"

"I do, Coach. But I've never... I've never done anything."

"Never?"

Joey shook his head. "No."

Coach's smile widened. "What if I told you what you'll be doing for me to pass your classes involves cock, Joey?"

"Oh, I, uh . . . Coach?"

"You said you'd do anything."

"I will. I need to pass."

Coach pushed off the desk and stood to his full height in front of Joey. "Take my cock out, boy."

Joey fumbled his small hands with the zipper and, reaching inside, pulled out Coach's fat cock.

"Ever seen one this big, Joey?"

Joey shook his head. "No, Coach."

"I want you to suck it, boy."

"But sir, I?—"

"I said suck it, boy."

Joey took hold of the semi-hard cock and slipped it into his mouth, working his lips up and down the shaft.

"Oh yeah, boy," Coach groaned. "Get me nice and hard."

Joey sucked and groaned as he did what he was told. Coach was fully erect in no time, making Joey gag when he tried to take too much.

Coach gripped Joey's hair, holding him, forcing his cock in deep, making Joey gag. "That's it, boy. I'll teach you. You'll be an A student in no time."

Then pulled out, his thick cock wet and glistening. "Do you want all A's, boy?"

"Yes, sir."

He patted the desk. "Sit up here."

When Joey stood up, he barely came up to Coach's shoulder. He sat on the edge of the desk in his cute little baseball outfit and cap. The nice bulge in his tight pants was unmissable.

Coach palmed it. "You do like it, dontcha, boy," he said.

Joey nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry, but I do."

Coach put his hands on Joey's knees and spread his legs. "Then you're gonna love this." He pulled Joey to the edge, his legs spread, knees coming up, and Coach held him there, leaning over him. His cock slid between his open suit pants and Joey's white baseball pants, and he kissed him. Rough and deep, his body twice the size of Joey's, he covered him easily.

Joey began to rock his hips and he moaned as Coach's tongue invaded his mouth. He whined, and Coach pulled back.

"You ready to get your first A?" he asked.

Joey nodded. "Yes, Coach."

Coach reached into the desk drawer and pulled out some lube.

When Joey saw it, his eyes grew wide. "Sir? What are you going to do with that?"

Coach took Joey's legs and flipped him over, his legs and arms flailing. Coach pulled him closer and brought his hips to the edge. "I'm gonna give you your first A," Coach said. Then he pulled Joey's pants down to reveal a jockstrap and a very small naked ass.

"Oh, that's beautiful," Coach murmured, pouring some lube down Joey's crack.

"Coach," Joey cried. "What are you... what are you doing?"

"I told you, boy. Didn't you listen?" He held the base of his cock and rubbed it along Joey's crack, smearing lube and tapping the head against Joey's tight pink hole. "If you can take my whole cock, you get a B. If you can't, you fail.

"Just a B? You said you'd give me an A. I need an A to pass, sir."

Coach leaned over him, murmured in his ear. "Take my come and you get an A. Do you understand now?"

Joey nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes, sir."

He pressed his cockhead in harder, not quite breaching him. "Do you want an A?"

Joey cried out. "Yes. But sir . . ."

"No buts about it, boy," Coach said. "You either pass or fail."

Then he pressed in, kinda slow, the head of his cock sinking in and slowly disappearing as Joey cried out.

Coach held Joey's hip with one hand, pushed down on his back with his other, and sank in another inch. "Fuck, you're tight, boy."

Joey lifted his head, the strain on his neck evident as he screamed. He tried to kick his legs, but Coach was too big, too strong. He leaned over him, his lips at Joey's ear as he pushed into him.

All the way. Balls deep.

Coach slid his right hand under Joey's chest, up to his jaw, and lifted his head up. "That's it. Good boy. Take it all," he whispered. "Good boy."

Joey's hips came off the desk as Coach pushed into him, slow and deep.

"Coach, please," Joey cried, his arms flailing, trying to find purchase.

"Shhh," Coach murmured, holding Joey's left arm down. "Just a little while longer. You're almost done."

Joey's back arched with each deep thrust, his feet off the floor. "Coach," he cried. "No."

No wasn't the safe word.

Coach covered Joey's mouth as he drove in to him, Joey's eyes going wide before rolling back.

"Such a good boy," Coach said. "It's almost over. You're doing so well. You want that A now?"

"Yes, please, sir," he panted, his face flush now.

"Take it, boy." Coach drove his cock home, hard and deep, as he shuddered with each wave of release, groaning as he came.

Joey's eyes widened as he felt it inside him, and he groaned as he took it.

He had that thoroughly fucked, glazed look on his face I'd seen so many times. This was what he was here for. To be treated like this...

Whatever itch he needed scratching had been scratched particularly well.

Coach seemed reluctant to pull out, his cock slipping heavily out of Joey's hole. A bead of white appearing, seeping out as Coach admired his handiwork.

"How many subjects you need an A in, boy?" Coach asked.

Joey still lay on the desk, no inclination of moving just yet. "All of them, Coach."

"Hm. Then you better come see me tomorrow. And the day after that. I doubt it will take much convincing with your sweet ass, but your science teacher and your math teacher might like a turn. Would you like that, boy?"

Joey smiled. "Yes, Coach. Yes, please."

I made a note in their file that if the other teachers were up for this kind of lesson, I'd sure like to be the one to watch.