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Coach Ryan fumbled with his keys as he switched off his car's ignition. He cursed as he reached down to pick them up, hands trembling. 'Steady', he thought to himself. 'There's no need to be nervous.' That was a joke. In his 8 years coaching football at the high school he used to attend, there hadn't been anything quite like this. How could he NOT be nervous. 'Try-outs today', he thought, and chuckled to himself. It's not like he was trying out for anything. As he walked toward the building, he tried to steady his breathing. He didn't want anyone to see him shaking.
A few of his co-workers greeted him as he navigated the soon-to-be-crowded hallways. Idle conversations, casual greetings. Mostly just pleasantries. That was good. Ryan was in no mood to have a lengthy dialogue right now. Nearing his office, he passed by his closest friend, Mike the Janitor. He was sure to want to talk about his weekend, or some other bullshit.
"Hey, Mike", he said to Mike. 'Jesus, don't let your voice crack so much.'
Mike responded with a curt "Hey", before turning back to the posters he was rearranging. 'Thank Christ, he's hungover.' Ryan didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He unlocked his office door ('Steady hands, Coach'), and pulled it shut behind him.
...
He hadn't been told much. Just that try-outs would start today, and to be ready. That meant showered, clean-shaven, and, well... prepared for the day's activities. Ordinarily the first day of the school year would be spent getting to know the students, preparing for practices, cleaning equipment. But this year, the principal had allotted him two days for these try-outs. He'd only been told that the first "hopeful" would be arriving around 8. After that, it was anyone's guess. He checked his watch. 7:57.
Why was he so nervous. He'd already pissed twice since he got in, but he was drinking so much water, he already needed to go again. Or maybe he just thought that because he needed something to do. Waiting around like this was going to drive him crazy. He checked his watch again. Still 7:57.
''Knock, Knock, Knock'' This was it.
Coach Ryan clenched his fists, and cleared his throat. "Come in." 'Need to be steady. Strong. This was good, necessary work you're about to do. It's for the team.' And the door, slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway, was a boy. He was thin, but tall, at least taller than the other boys his age. He had shoulder-length blonde hair, which was pushed back around his ears. He wore a grey hoodie, and had a backpack with both straps over his shoulders. 'Shit', Ryan swore silently, 'this is what I was afraid of'. He knew this boy.
Derren Harlow stepped into the dark office, lowering the backpack as he did so. "Coach Ryan?", he asked meekly, looking at the desk between them.
Ryan cleared his throat again. "Yes, Derren. Come in." The coach stood, walked around his desk, and pulled back one of the guest chairs. Derren sat, and Ryan returned to his seat as well. He wasn't sure what to say.
"So, how are you?", he tried, then winced internally. 'Not very cool, Coach'
"I'm good, Coach. Excited about the opportunity." The boy muttered, still not meeting Coach's eyes. 'He's as nervous as I am...', Ryan thought, which made him feel a little better.
"Well, I'm excited, too. I've been looking forward to today." That was true. His heart was pounding, not just because he was nervous.
Derren smiled, his eyes raised higher. "You have?"
"Of course. I care about my team. I want to make sure they play at their absolute best. And if this is how that's going to happen, I'm all for it."
"How many guys have you tried out so far?"
Ryan wanted to play it cool. "A few. No one's really stood out yet."
"Oh, okay." After a short pause, Derren stood up. "Well, maybe we should get going, then."
Coach's heart nearly skipped a beat. It had all been theoretical up until this point, and now, with Derren stepping around the desk toward him, it was all become very undeniably real. He was suddenly very aware of every sensation: the soft leather of the chair cushioning his ass, the rumble as it slid backwards, the delicate tugging against his waist as Derren pulled at his belt. Coach Ryan had to remember to breath.
Derren managed to get the belt undone quickly. 'He must have some experience with this', Coach mused. After the belt came the button, and the zipper, and soon, Coach Ryan's pants were pulled loose. He tried to stand, to make things easier for Derren, but the boy reached up and pushed him back into his seat. Well, pushed might be the wrong word. Ryan doubted that Derren had enough muscle mass to push over a stack of books. But, it was enough to get his jeans down below his ankles. And there, Coach sat, in his blue polo, and grey boxer-briefs.
"Whoa," Derren breathed. Coach had been semi-hard all morning, which made for quite the bulge in his underwear. Derren reached istanbul travesti up, and put his hand on the package. He began rubbing it, prompting the Coach to force himself not to whimper. This lasted a few more seconds, before Derren decided he wanted a closer look at what he'd be working with. He grabbed the top of the underwear, and tugged it forward.
Coach Ryan's cock sprang forward. The activities had already increased his arousal, and now, he was standing almost completely erect. Derren's eyes were also growing. Coach had always been... gifted, and it was clear that Derren hadn't been encountered anything quite like this before. Ryan felt a little embarrassed, but Derren didn't let that last too long. He grabbed onto the stiffening member, and Ryan couldn't hold back letting out a small gasp.
The boy began stroking the cock, up and down. Slowly at first, and then a little faster. He seemed mesmerized by it's. It's size, or it's hardness (Ryan was now fully hard), it wasn't clear.
Ryan was in disbelief. It was impossible to think that this was how things were going to turn out. When he was first approached with the idea for The Ball Boy Experiment, he thought he was being pranked. He thought that still when the board approved the Experiment, in a secret meeting, so as to keep the results clean. Even after the all the paperwork was sent through, and underground word began to spread among the students, Coach Ryan was the most vocal about denying all the rumors. In public, that is. When a student approached him in private, and asked him if the rumors were true, he was less aggressive in his denial.
"There's never been an experiment like that," he would recite. "And if there were, something like that would have to be approved by the school board. Does this seem like the kind of thing the board would approve?" He would wait for the boy's reaction, and then, if they were not assured away by that, continue with, "But, if it were true, there would have to be a website you would need to go to, to make sure that everything was above board. We could only allow boys of age, and those who would be prepared to take on the challenge."
A sharp tug pulled Ryan back to his current predicament (pun intended). He suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be judging this young man. The paperwork mentioned that he'd be tempted to just enjoy himself, and get lost in the moment. He would have to be more critical. Trying to find things wrong with the boy's technique, the Coach found himself focusing on how tight the grip was. Too tight? Maybe. He would need some more time, and with some of the other candidates to compare him to. But one thing was for sure.
"Derren," the Coach started. His confidence was beginning to return to him, as his arousal grew. "The duties of the ball boy go beyond simple hand jobs, you know."
Derren looked up at the coach, inquisitively. He opened his mouth, and Ryan thought that he was going to argue with him, or say something defensive. Instead, Derren leaned forward, and wrapped his lips around Ryan's cock.
This made Ryan's head fall backward. He hadn't been expecting the sudden sensation, and it was almost more than he could bare. "Shit," he said aloud, and then realized that he'd just sworn in front of a student! "Sorry", he muttered.
Derren popped the dick out of his mouth with a big grin. "It's okay, Coach. Just relax." His mouth returned to the dick, and began working it up and down. He used one hand to stroke the shaft, as he was unable to get the entire length between his lips. His other hand was rubbing Coach's leg.
Ryan was torn. He wanted to just enjoy this, but knew that he needed to determine if Derren was going to make the cut. Of course, it was too early to make a decision, but Derren was clearly skilled at working a cock. 'This can't be his first time', Coach thought again. He tried again to focus on things he was doing wrong. Every now and then, a tooth would scrape across his dick. Not enough to hurt, but enough to notice. Coach also wanted his other hand to be fondling his balls, something Coach Ryan was crazy about. But, that was a personal thing. He had to remember also that he wasn't the only one to consider. This wasn't for him, it was for his team.
Derren pulled himself off of the cock again. "Do you like that, Coach?", he asked.
"I do, yes. You'd better be careful, though. You're gonna make me cum."
Derren let go of the dick before him. "But, don't you want to see how I can fuck?"
Something about the young man cursing threw him off. He stammered for a second, but Derren didn't waste any more time. He undid his own pants, revealing that he was wearing no underwear. His dick, not tiny, but not large by any means, was only semi-hard. He pulled off the grey hoodie next, standing naked before the Coach. He was smooth, not an inch of body hair anywhere.
'I would never approve him for the football team,' istanbul travestileri Coach pondered. 'He's far too skinny. Not an ounce of definition on him anywhere.' The thought made him laugh. Derren seemed to take this personally.
"Something wrong?" He suddenly looked very nervous, like he had just realized the situation he was in.
"No! Not at all! You're..." Ryan struggled to find the right words. Cute? Pretty? Ryan had never been attracted to men. He was as straight as they come. What he was doing here today was nothing short of fulfilling his duties as coach. That was all. "Very talented, Derren", he finished. Derren seemed to accept that. He stepped forward, as Ryan removed his underwear the rest of the way, and kicked off both them and his jeans. His shirt, he pulled and off, and when his head was free, he saw the Derren had turned around.
"Do you need anything?", asked Ryan.
"No thanks. I brought, this.", and he pulled out a tube of lube from his clothes pile. Ryan had to commend the boy's forethought. He also had to commend his ass. It was round, and smooth as the rest of him. Coach Ryan thought that it looked a lot like a girl's ass. That made him excited. After applying the lube to himself, Derren backed up, so his ass brushed against the coach's cock. It felt as though a bolt of lightning shot through him. Derren wiggled back and forth. This was nice, but Coach wanted to fuck Derren. He was ready too. He'd been encouraged to let the applicants do all work, and so he waited for Derren to make the next move. After a few seconds too long, he did.
Derren reached behind him, and grabbed Coach's cock once more. He guided it between his cheeks. Coach could feel the warmth of his body surrounding his dick. Slowly, Derren found his entrance, and lowered himself onto Coaches throbbing cock.
He was "ready", though not as much as he might have been. There was some pulling against his cock skin, a sign that there needed to be more lube. And Derren was tight. That should be a good thing, but it meant that it would be difficult to get his cock inside. How would Derren perform duties as ball boy if he had this much trouble with Coach's dick. Not long after, however, his member did make it through the entrance, and Derren slid all the way down Coach's rock hard shaft.
"OOOOOOooooohhh..." Derren let out a long moan. Ryan wanted to join him. He felt he was in heaven. He knew he wasn't going to last long. Derren didn't seem to be making an effort to prolong the experience. He began to bounce up and down. At first, only Coach's foreskin would be pulled along with Derren's movements, but after a few pumps, it broke loose, and his cock slid in and out of the tight hole.
Coach Ryan could feel his orgasm building. "Derren..." he warned. Then, Derren did something Coach never expected. Cock still in ass, Derren lifted one of his legs, and spun around, so he was facing the Coach. He brought his other leg up, and stuck both between the arms of the chair, as if he were trying to hug Coach with his legs. This allowed for him to fall deeper onto Coach's dick, resulting in him filling Derren balls deep.
Derren was clearly enjoying this as much as he was. He reached down and began furiously pounding away at his own cock. He seemed to want to cum at the same time as the Coach. He'd have to hurry, because Ryan was boiling over. He'd crossed the point of no return, and now was clenching as hard as he could, to prolong his eruption.
Both men climaxed together. Coach Ryan emptied his balls deep into Derren's rectum, while Derren's load fell over Ryan's abs. Neither of them moved for a while, except for the trembling force of their combined orgasm. After a minute or two, Derren pulled his legs out, and stood up. The cock popped out as he did so, slick with semen and lube. Derren seemed to hesitate for a second, before leaning down, and lapping up his cum from the Coach's stomach.
"Derren, you don't have to...", but Derren wasn't listening. He seemed on a mission, and wouldn't be stopped until the Coach was clean. After finishing with his stomach, Derren moved down, licking all along Coach's still-semi-hard cock. 'Like it's a lollipop, or something', Coach mused. He spent so long working along the shaft, that Coach began to return to being hard again. He'd never been ready to go again so fast, at least, not since his college days.
Derren stood up, licking his lips. "Thank you, Coach. That was... nice. We should do it again, sometime." He winked, and then turned and bent over to grab his clothes. Derren caught a good view of the boy's asshole, winking at him. A small trickle of cum was running down his leg. 'My cum, filling him up inside', thought Coach, and the idea made him want to grab Derren's ass and plow into him again. He was lost in thought, and a post-ejaculate haze, as Derren pulled on his pants and hoodie.
"Yes, thank you, um, Derren. I'll let you know once I've travesti istanbul made my decision. You should here back from me before the week's out."
Derren smiled, and picked up his backpack. "Sounds good, Coach. See you around." He adjusted his dick in his pants, and then pulled open the door. That's when Coach Ryan remembered that he was still fully nude. In a panic, he fell into his chair, hiding his manhood behind the desk. Derren didn't seem to notice, and he closed the door as he walked through. Thankfully, the hallway was empty.
...
Coach Ryan dressed himself as he thought back on what had just happened. 'Did I really just fuck one of the students?' he asked himself. 'Did I really just have sex with a guy? And I... enjoyed it?' He really did, and he was still hard as a diamond after the appointed half hour passed until his next candidate.
This time, it was a boy Coach Ryan did not recognize. His name, he would learn, was Bennie, and he was not as experienced as Derren was. Bennie used too much teeth, and couldn't take Coach's dick up his ass, even when using more lube. He jerked off the Coach to finish him, though to his credit, he did lick all of the semen off of his hand, and Coach's cock. Between the two, Coach knew who he would choose. But the day was not yet over.
More boys came, and came, and went. Some of them were amazing, and some had a lot more learning to do. The one thing that they all had in common was that they were all sluts. That was good. Whoever he chose would have to have a... more than healthy love of sex. After all, they were going to have to service a whole team of horny high school boys.
The idea came from someone on the team, who remained anonymous. He had written a letter addressed to the school board, and Coach Ryan, and had done significant research into the effects of positive reinforcement against performance on the field. It couldn't have come at a better time. The team had been on a losing streak, taking home more losses than wins the last 3 years. The board was concerned about funding. If they continued to loose games, it wouldn't be seen as beneficial to supply the sports department with the funds they needed to maintain the field, equipment, and staff. Something drastic needed to be done, and there's where The Ball Boy Experiment came in.
The idea was this: hire someone to fill the roll of a personal assistant to the entire team. As a part of their duties, they would offer services when needed, provide positive reinforcement after every win, and productive rehearsal, and in general keep the stress of the team away, by whatever means necessary. It was clear to everyone what sort of "services" this "Ball Boy" would provide. But why a boy? The letter writer had answered that, too. A boy can't get pregnant, and it would diminish the effects of the experiment if the team had to wear condoms. A boy, especially a particularly feminine one, would be the perfect fit for everyone's needs.
Coach thought it was crazy, like it would never work. But the idea caught on, no doubt because of the threat of loosing money. And so, the Ball Boy Experiment was approved. That's how Coach Ryan had found himself here, balls deep in teenage boy ass from dawn to dusk. He'd never cum so much in one day, not even when he was a young college stud. Of course, he wouldn't call himself old now. At 33 years, he felt more alive than ever. That was mostly due to his exercises, which he did religiously, but also all the sex he was having. It was like releasing his inner animal, with each new applicant making him hornier than the last.
Even so, he wasn't a machine, and by the end of the day, it was becoming harder and harder to cum. The last two boys had to just finish themselves off, and offer an apology to the Coach that they couldn't get him there. When the last boy left (a dark skinned little thing named Alman), Coach felt a bit relieved. He was tired, and his cock felt like it had been through the ringer. In a way it had. He leaned back in his chair, thinking about what tomorrow could possibly bring...
And then, there was a knock at the door. 'Must be Mike, he'll be about to start his after-school duties.' "Yeah?" Coach yelled to the door. He was half paying attention, as he was focusing on wiping down some excess cum from his desk. Alman had clearly been saving a big load for the day, and had made quite the mess. As he was working, the door creaked open slowly.
The figured that entered the room, was not Mike the Janitor. It was smaller, with short black hair, unkempt and ruffled, and hit a pink hair band across the top. They were wearing a green tank top, underneath a black zip-up sweater, and a short black skirt, atop a pair of tall, pink leggings. Coach Ryan had not seen a lot of hentai, but he imagined that this is what those characters looked liked. The figure was the textbook example of androgyny. Short, and cute, but clearly very muscular. Not big, by any means, but well defined. Not an ounce of body fat anywhere, but was clearly a runner, or a swimmer. Coach Ryan didn't know if the figure standing before him was a boy or a girl. He had to be a he, as that was what was required of the position of Ball Boy.