Too Perfect to Be true. Part 8

Will smiled. “Yeah, well…me too.” He said simply.

Jacob nodded and watched as Will headed for the bed. He grabbed the bottom of his blood stained t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Will cringed at the sight of Jacob’s bruises as he pulled off his sweatpants. Jacob just smiled in acknowledgment and took off his jeans. He headed over to the bedside and let Will climb under the worn covers first. Will sighed when his head finally reached his pillow. He thought for a second.

“I guess this means you won’t be taking Erin to prom.” Will said simply. 

Jacob shook his head smugly and climbed into bed next to Will. There was a brief moment of silence as Jacob settled in. Finally the two broke out into laughter.

“Yeah…” Jacob started. “Guess so.” He said. 

Jacob turned to Will and kissed him deeply. Will held the kiss in his mind as Jacob pulled away finally. He wrapped his arm around Jacob’s hard chest and pulled the warm body into his own. 

“It means we get to go together though.” Jacob said quietly.

Will smiled and kissed the back of Jacob’s shoulder. “Really?” He asked.

“Of course.” Jacob said. He grinned as his eyes began to fall closed. Will sighed as the warmth of his lover settled against his body. The two fell asleep, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms.

****

Billy slammed his locker door shut. He hated being at track meets on Sunday. Jack was standing next to him pulling on his jeans. 

“Where the fuck was Jacob today?” He asked, miffed. 

Billy rolled his eyes. “Who the fuck knows.” He said. “He’s such a dick. He probably slept until noon…like a normal person on Sunday.” Billy sighed. He had been up at 7:00 in the morning to come to the meet.

Jack laughed. “Yeah well, he had the right idea.” Jack said. He zipped up his gym bag with his dirty jock strap and muddy track shoes. “Coach was a fucking dick today, man.”

Billy nodded. “He’s been such an asshole lately. I really don’t get what’s up with him.” 

Jack sighed. “He’s making me go home and come back with my progress report. He thinks I’m failing math or something.”

“What!?” Billy spat. “Jesus…it’s like he’s looking for an excuse to kick us off the fucking team. What’s his deal?” 

“Not a fucking clue, dude.” Jack said, swinging his gym bag over his shoulder. “I’m out. Peace.” He pounded Billy’s fist.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around man.” Billy sighed. He grabbed his backpack and walked to the opposite exit. His car was parked in back near the track.

Billy flung the two locker room doors open and shielded his eyes from the mid day light. It was hot outside. It was a dry heat, but it was hot. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket and made for his car. 

“Billy!” A voice stopped him. Billy turned and saw that it was his coach, Derek. 

Derek was in his late thirties. He was built but had a couple extra pounds on him. Everything about his stature suggested that he was a gym coach. He was wide and had light brown hair. His chest was hairy and his face was unshaven. His hair was always folded back with a wavy part in front and whistle always hung around his thick neck. He wasn’t a very tall man, but his stature was intimidating. His legs were thick and built. He was a handsome man…but not someone Billy would ever find attractive.

“Is anyone left in there?” He asked Billy from the locker room door.

Billy shook his head. “Nah, man.” He said.

“Alright I’m gonna lock up then.” Derek said.

Billy shrugged. “Cool.” He said and began to turn away.

“Stick around in my office for a moment, will you Billy? I need to talk to you.” He said.

Billy threw his head back. “Dude, coach…I don’t have my fucking progress report with me.” He said.

Derek crossed his arms. “It’s not about your fucking progress report William. Get the fuck into my office. I’ll be in there in a second.” He said.

Billy sighed and made towards the office door next to the locker room. He watched as Derek stepped inside the gym. All he wanted was to go home.

Derek’s office was cramped. There were all sorts of trophies lined in glass cupboards and on shelves above Billy’s head. Billy sat down in the leather chair in front of Derek’s desk. He put his feet up onto the steel desk’s edge. There was a small window to the left of him looking outside. 

“Take you’re feet off my desk.” Derek said, entering from behind Billy.

“Sorry.” Billy said.

Derek rolled his eyes and moved behind the Desk, taking a seat in his chair. His broad arms fell in front of Billy and he shuffled papers for a moment. Billy looked around confused.

“Dude, what’s up?” Billy asked.

“What made you interested in sports Billy?” Derek asked.

Billy paused. He raised and eyebrow and looked completely puzzled. “What?”

“I’m just curious.” Derek said sincerely.

“Why the fuck does it matter?” Billy asked.

Derek laughed and folded his hands. “I’m your coach Billy. Cut the fucking teen-shit with me, okay?”

Billy shook his head. “I donno. I like sports?” He said, unsure if his answer was good enough.

“Was it the work out? The athletics?” Derek asked.

“Sure.” Billy shrugged.

“The game? The competition?”

“Yeah. I guess.” Billy sighed.

Derek leaned forward. “Was it the guys, Billy?” He asked.

Billy looked to the side. “Yeah. I’ve made some good friends I guess.” He said confused. 

Derek continued to stare at Billy. “That’s not what I meant, Billy.” He said.

Billy sighed. “Okay…Dude, what the hell are you talking about!?” He begged, frustrated.

Derek ran a hand through his hair. He shook his head and sighed. There was a glare in his eye that scared Billy. Derek looked down and him and finally spoke. “I saw some pretty disgusting things the other day, Billy.” Derek said firmly. Billy didn’t move. “I’m not happy about it at all.” He said. 

“What?” Billy asked. He played stupid.

“Fucking cut the crap, Billy.” Derek snapped. He picked up a pencil from his desk and began to roll it between his fingers. “I saw you and you’re faggy teammates in the locker room the other day.” 

Billy’s stomach dropped. He didn’t know what Derek was going to do. “What?” He asked again.

“Oh give me a break!” Derek yelled. He stood up from his chair. “I didn’t know what to do, Billy. I thought, ‘how the fuck do I coach a team of fags?’” He began to pace behind his desk. “Tell me! How do I coach a team of fags!?” He demanded.

Billy looked down. “Stop it.” He said.

“WHAT!?” Derek asked. “Stop it!?” Derek laughed. “No Billy…you and I are going to talk about this, because I’ve come to a realization…” 

The room fell silent.

“There is only one fag on my team.” Derek spat. “Everyone else was just looking for a hole to fuck.” He smiled. “Makes sense. Hell I fucked a watermelon when I was drunk once. Why wouldn’t they want to fuck a tight asshole?” 

Billy looked up at Derek with contempt. He hated the man.

“You just lay there, as each of those innocent young me stuck their cocks in your ass. You liked it. You’re the faggot Billy…not them.” He said coolly. 

“Fuck you.” Billy snapped.

“I want you off of my team.” Derek said firmly.

“What!?” Billy stood up from his chair. The two stared at each other from opposite sides of the desk. “Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“Nope.” Derek stared. His eyes were filled with hate.

“No way. C’mon coach…” Billy slammed a fist into the desktop. “I can’t fucking leave the team.”

“Really?” Derek smiled. “I think you can.” He sat back down in his chair.

“No!” Billy yelled. “Coach, there’s like a month left of school! Just let me stay on!” He begged.

Derek stared at Billy and just shook his head. “Not a chance. I don’t coach people like you Billy.”

“DAMNIT!” Billy yelled. “Please, coach!” He begged.

Derek smiled. He sat back in his seat and thought for a moment. Slowly, he raised a hand from his desk. Billy watched as it fell lightly onto his crotch. “Suck my cock, Billy.” He smiled.

Billy’s mouth dropped. He stepped back in horror. “What?” He asked. 

Derek began to rub the growing bulge in his gym shorts. “Hell, you suck my cock and maybe I’ll think about letting you stay on.” 

“You’re fucking sick.” Billy growled. He couldn’t move. He was stunned.

“I think about it…” Derek snickered.

Billy didn’t know how to react. “You’ll think about it!? Wha…what the fuck is this?” He stammered.

“Yeah…but you better take it all down.” Derek said. He lifted his ass for a moment and pulled his shorts slightly down. A whopping 9-inch uncut cock stood straight into the air. Derek’s thighs and crotch were hairy. It was the cock of a grown man. 

“You’re disgusting.” Billy spat. He shook his head knowing it was time to leave. “FUCK YOU.” He said and turned to the door.

Derek leapt from his chair. He reached the office door and slammed it shut. Without a beat, he turned on Billy, throwing him to the ground. Billy landed with a sharp thud. His back slammed against the side of the office wall. Derek moved towards Billy and grabbed Billy’s hair. 

“SUCK MY FUCKING COCK!” He yelled at Billy. 

Billy stared at the gorgeous cock that was now lying in front of his face. He was taken by Derek’s thick thighs. Although he was tempted, he refused to give in.

“DAMNIT!!” Derek yelled, pulling Billy by the hair into his dick. He shoved his cock into Billy’s face and pushed it into the side of Billy’s lips. Billy would not open his mouth. He moaned as the incredible smell of Derek’s crotch began to overwhelm him. “Suck it!” Derek yelled again. Finally, Billy opened up.

“ That’s it.” Derek sighed. “UGHH fuck!”

Billy gave in. He let Derek pull his mouth over the massive uncut cock. It tasted incredible. There was something amazing about a mature man’s penis riding inside of his throat. Still he refuse to let on that he was enjoying any of this. His sucking was rigid and “forced.” 

“I’m gonna make you choke.” Derek said.

Billy secretly wanted it. He let Derek pull his head deeper into the crotch. The 9 inch tool traveled into the back of his throat. He had no control over the sucking. He began to choke as the warm schlong made it’s way further inside of him.

“FUCK YEAH.” Derek screamed.

Billy moaned and slapped the thighs of his coach hard, begging for air. Derek wouldn’t let up. He pulled Billy harder onto the cock and held his throat there as long as he could while the boy struggled beneath him. Billy squirmed and pushed, trying to break free from Derek’s grip. Finally Derek let go and Billy fell back, coughing for air.

“Ohh FUCK!” Derek laughed.

Billy wiped his mouth. He was pissed. “You want me to suck your cock?” He asked. Derek cracked a smile. “Then sit down on your fucking desk and let me do it asshole.” He said. Derek stepped back and sat down. 

“Take your shirt off” Derek said. 

“What?” Billy asked appauled.

“YOU HEARD ME! TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING SHIRT!” He yelled. Billy shook his head. He lifted the t-shirt off of himself and bent down to Derek’s crotch. 

Slowly, Billy engulfed the 9 inch cock into his mouth. Derek moaned in bliss as Billy worked his magic on the hairy tool. Derek massaged Billy’s shoulders and worked his hands up and down the thick neck of the boy. He loved it. It was carnal. He was a very straight man but he wanted to do things to this boy that he had never known before. Billy disgusted and fascinated him at the same time. He watched as Billy took down his pulsing cock and realized he never had better. 

“UGHHH JESUS!” He cried out. 

Billy’s sucking was deep and wet. He was a pro. He swirled his tongue inside of the foreskin of the massive cock, licking the pre-cum off the tip. His coach’s cock was constantly streaming with the stuff. It was thick and clear. Billy worked his right hand up and down the base of the shaft while he worked the head with his mouth. As soon as he had begun to build some momentum with it, Derek leapt up, pushing Billy to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Billy asked. He lifted himself from the floor and backed up.

“Shut up.” Derek said moving towards Billy.

Billy knew what was coming. “No.” He said.

“Oh yeah.” Derek smiled.

“You said suck!” Billy yelled. He was cornered into the wall. 

Derek pinned Billy down. He pushed his hand against Billy’s hot chest. “I want more than that, Billy.”

“NO!” Billy yelled. 

“I’m gonna fuck you, Billy.” Derek said.

“No fucking way.” Billy said. He spat into Derek’s face. Derek slapped him.

“Oh yeah.” He said. “You like cock in your ass, don’t you fag?” 

“FUCK YOU!” Billy screamed.

Derek smiled. “You want it.” He said. “I can see right through your little act.”