“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.”