I hated being called a sissy and it was Jim that made me do all of this. But as I lay there I started to wonder if I had wanted this, “why else woul... I shave myself?” I asked myself.I wondered why Jim had started this with me, it wasn’t like I was the one who started. Then I heard a sound and knew what it was, he was jerking off. I could hear his hand as it slapped against his body. He made noises that I knew were the pleasure he felt. And for reasons I didn’t understand I wanted to go touch. You're gonna rip me open if you do it again'. 'Tell me what you don't want me to do'. Whimpering I gave up and said to him 'Mr. Bobby, please don't fuck me again, please don't'. Mr. Bobby's cock sprung to life again, and I swear that each time his cock got harder and harder. Mr. Bobby started to work my butt hole again in such a fashion, ramming and grinding deep into my butt hole that I could do nothing more but cry out 'PLEASE, PLEASE, STOP FUCKING MEEEEE'. Mr. Bobby laid on my back lunging. I could feel you’re cum squirting into me like a fire hose and didn’t think it was ever going to stop. We stood there and leaning against each other shaking and trying to catch our breaths.Still not talking you pulled back and lead me to the bed and we lay down. I laid my head on your chest and just listened to your heart as you ran your hand over my back. We were silent and thinking, not saying anything yet it was ok. We laid there for a while before I leaned up and kissed you saying I needed. He told him to lie down on the bench on his back. “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, Coach?“Coach Pedrick looked concerned but intrigued. He glanced from Jason to Flip and back again.Will was furiously stroking his cock, the fapping sound deafening in the cramped make-shift room. “It’s about to get really good.““Why?“ I asked. “What’s going to happen?““Coach Pedrick fucked a lot of the guys. A ton of jocks had their holes stretched open in this room. But nobody ever fucked Coach..