The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'
"Senior Cut Day" 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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At the termination of Bard Road, closing up to nearly a oneway, dirt path, Jason sped forth, gunning the brake. If proceeding, Kevin's jeep would have had to jump the several logs, meant for breaking up sections of the clearing, into parking spaces. Directly in front of the jeep, the round contour of the yard had been made up of sand, a border of large stones keeping the sand from lapping over into the grassy area. Far to the left of the grass sat an old farm house, remodeled for modern times. To the right, at more of a distance, stood a barn, from olden days, it too updated.
""What tha..." Sean gasped.
It wasn't the scenery, out of a western novel that caught Sean's attention though. Immediate, had been his view of a rather large wooden frame. Attached to the top, two ropes intersecting each upper corner. With about a foot's length to spare, a black leather cuff had been attached. Stretching tautly, taking up the slack of the cuffs had been each of Kevin's wrists. Quickly scanning the figure, following Kevin's out-stretched, naked body, looking downwards, he spotted an orange cone, seemingly posed behind his bod. However, as he escaped the interior of the jeep, swinging the door open, hopping out, jumping over the log, assuming a light jog, Sean began to view a different perspective.
"What the fuck is this supposed to be?"
Kevin's head dropped down, moved upwards. His dark brown hair, flopped over his eyes, caused the camoflage which now revealed something black attached to the eighteen year olds mouth. Preventing him from mumbling a word, Sean also picked up on the item, geared to remain in place, fastened around the back of Kevin's head.
"About time you got here, Sarantos!"
Coach Ransom got a an extra kick out of allowing Sean to perceive the situation at hand.
"Strip down and line up with the others!" Ransom growled.
"Yes, sir," Jason replied.
Hands already at his shirt-tail, the eighteen year old high school student tore it off over his head, stretching his abs out, revealing the light fuzz mid-chest and the trail, in a straight line to his beltline.
`Others?' Sean replied to himself.
Smiling, Coach Ransom felt up the middle, lower portion of his leather chaps, spying Sean's reaction to looking over to the left side of the yard.
"But what are they doing....." Sean's voice trailed off, returning to Kevin's predicament. "Kevin... what..."
Not caring about Sean's remarks, not intending on answering his questions, even though he could detect what his assumptions are, Coach Ransom approaches the eighteen year old jock. Winding his Billabong tank up, his fist grabbing Sean in the center chest region, standing two inches taller than Sean's six foot frame, Coach's words, mixed with spittle, provide some insight.
"It's because of you my plans are running late."
"Plans? Me?"
Coach Ransom could've hauled off and slapped Sean, but he was having too much fun intimidating the youth, as it is.
"Yeah. If you had shown up on time, I could've secured the whole lot of you."
"But..." Sean eyed up Ransom's hand that had not connected with his tank, seeing whether he was going to suffer a slap.
Instead, it still kneaded his under-region.
"I... I was on time, Coach."
"Houtman!"
Sean looked past Coach, at the line up of his four remaining gay buds, stripped naked, hands behind heads, elbows up in a straight line, legs stretched apart, their cock and balls hanging to the wind.
"Yeah, Coach?"
Ransom flashed him a dirty look.
Getting the message, Marc reformulated his response, "Um, I mean yes, sir?"
"What time was Keller supposed to be waiting for you?"
"Seven, sir."
"No," Sean doubted his word, "I heard seven-thirty."
Coach couldn't see, but Marc Houtman, Sean's high school soulmate, shrugged his shoulders, mouthing the word, `sorry', tried offering his apologies. At that moment, Sean realized that the excitement of the four day holiday at the beach, coupled with spending it with the one guy whom meant the most to him, sidetracked his thinking.
With the truth at hand, he replied, "Um, yeah. I guess I made a mistake."
"You made a mistake," Ransom replied, adding, "well by the time Sunday night rolls around, we'll see if you can get it right, Keller. Strip down and fall in line with the others."
"Yes, sir," Keller replied, without the energy his bud, Jason supplied.
Coach Ransom turned, as Sean walked past him, watching the tank top hefted over his head, looking at the eighteen year olds back glisten in the sun. Turning his attention to Kevin, his bod stretched out eagle-spread, he also made contact with each step of Sean, as he stripped along the path to the jocks lining up.
"Now to address your predicament," the twenty-eight year old coach told Kevin.
Kevin couldn't respond, resulting from the gag secured in his mouth, as Ransom's voice commanded Kevin's attention and he looked up. As with any gay eighteen year old, of which each of the assembled high school seniors had fallen into that category, each held their attention to Coach Ransom.
"I suppose you're wondering why I've chosen only a select few members of our high school football team to represent the team here today?"
Being a distance from where Coach Ransom stood in front of the wooden frame Kevin had been staked out to, the others could whisper, undetected.
"I wondered where the rest of the guys are?" Rico Matinez commented.
"Guess we'll find out," Sean said, taking his place next him.
Placing his hands behind his head, Sean followed suit, spreading his legs far apart.
"Something I've chosen to keep as my own personal secret and finding out about a few of you, well I figured since we are one in the same vein, that we could all have some fun with a dose of `extracurricular' activity!"
From the sidelines, Sean questions, "What's he talking about?"
Marc replies, "If you had been here twenty minutes ago, you would have understood perfectly."
"Si, after Coach Ransom truss Kevin up..."
"Wait," Sean interrupts, "did Kevin `allow' Coach to do that to him?"
His four buds look at him.
"Alright, so I know Kevin's into this kinky stuff, but he went along with it?"
Jason tells him, "You don't honestly believe what Kevin told us about staying after practice to go over football moves with coach, do you?"
"No. I mean... I thought that's what they did," Sean responded.
Anthony then spells out, "That's what we all thought, until today."
"How's that go?" Sean asks.
"As soon as Coach made us come here..."
"Yeah and how did that happen?"
"First let me tell you about Kevin. As soon as we piled out of the jeep, Kevin sees this frame here," Anthony nods to the apparatus he's tied eagle-spread to, "walks right up to it, grabs the two leather cuffs that are attached to it and starts swinging from it, like the rings in the gym."
"Then what you're telling me is, Kevin already knew what they are for?"
"Knew?" Rico questions. "Our amigo starts stripping off his tank, takes the rest of his clothes off and holds his wrists out in front of him."
"Shit! Do you mean to tell me Kevin was `asking' to be attached to that thing?"
"Not only that," Marc states, "Kevin knew where to stash his clothes."
Jason adds, "Like he's been here before?"
"Damn," Sean replies, "do you think this is where Kevin and Coach Ransom spent their after school time?"
Sean had voiced an opinion that the other four hadn't thought of. However, their attention swayed from their assumptions, to the actual happenings across the yard.
"Arrgghhhhhhhh!" Kevin groaned through the gag.
The five gay high school buds stood there, mumbling softly, `oh shit's', as they watched Coach Ransom at the helm of a pulley. Near the ground, Kevin's legs, separated by a long pipe, stretched out wide, weighted down, allowed his bod to be lowered. His feet still remained about a foot from the ground. As Ransom turned a crank, a chain loosened the ropes at the top of the frame, causing Kevin's body to slacken. A half inch at a time, seemed like a slight amount of leverage, but as the tip of the orange cone, an ordinary prop, utilized for a relay race, pointed towards Kevin's anal region, it didn't take much thought to realize what was occuring at the point of contact.
"Shit! You think Kevin's enjoying that?" Sean asks.
"Apparently they both are, dah!"
Correctly assumed, Jason has pointed out both of their lusts. Kevin's 8.5c is sticking straight out, the weight of his hard, heavy tool pointed downwards, secreting drips of fluid. As for Coach Ransom, his pent up erection needed room for growing, so he unsnaps the codpiece, tossing it aside, readjusting the contents.
Anthony comments, "Oh man would I love that tool up my ass!"
"I'd be careful what I'd wish for, amigo!" Rico tells him.
"Y'know what guys?" Marc asks, nonchalantly.
"Huh?" the consensous rings out.
"I never realized it before, but Coach sure looks hot in that leather outfit."
Jason and Anthony look to their right, as Rico and Sean peer to their left, at the figure standing in middle of them. They return their attention to the figure giving the wheel another tiny turn.
"Y'know amigos," Rico comments, "I've never seen Coach Ransom without a shirt on and si, he is one hot tamale."
"Like we can't tell?" Anthony, to Rico's far left, announces to the guys.
There are snickers, as the other guys look down at Rico's erection, standing at full mast. The `baby' of the team, always being picked on, ofr being a year younger than his other eighteen year old buds, Rico happens to also be the shortest guy on the team, standing at five feet, nine inches tall. Slowly he's been able to gain some respect though as his cock has sprouted to a whopping 9.5c making up for the deficiency in height and age.
"Oh shiiiiiit!" Rico calls out.
More of a hullabaloo breaks out, their position relaxing, as Rico wishes he hadn't been so lustful.
"Go down," he `talks' to his cock, "vamos! vamos!"
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To Be Continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.